Hey Babe, R U In For Some Online Fun???

In case there is even the slightest doubt as to who owns them, this will straighten it out.

How do we know you are a real woman and not a man trying to be a lady? No offence intended but just curious. it is the internet after all.

Dear “Anonymous”, there is no way you can know that. So feel free to hold onto your belief. It indeed is the internet after all and you should be cautious and avoid my blog at all costs. Because you chose to use ‘anonymous’, I would tend to believe you already are following my posts, in which case I would strongly recommend you to refrain.

First things first. Nice job with the blog. Secondly,, you seem quite an interesting. Looking forward to having a cup with you some good day. :)

Thank you.

Had to reblog this. This is so very right.

Whole new level

Since me and the hubby started talking about me becoming a Hotwife I have noticed a HUGE change in our relationship. I don’t mean sexually - that was always great - I mean emotionally. I feel stronger in our Marriage, there’s no doubts in how much we love one another, we are more patient and understanding with one another and so much more open in every way. My experiences with other men haven’t necessarily been AMAZING, but the effect on my marriage has been phenomenal. 😍 #ncs165

Your blog is very articulate. Would love to interact more with you

Thank you for the encouraging words.

Hi Shefaali,

Thanks for sharing your stories here and as I saw others posting, I am glad you came back as well ;)

Your writing style is very engaging and I love reading your blogs and you are a very good writer (even if you just dump your thoughts :p).

And I just wanted to ask if you enjoy being the center of attention for multiple men together? :)

Hello,

I really do not know if I ever got to answer this ask. I am thankful to you for the kind words. There have been times (not very frequent though) when I was fortunate to be the centre of attention of more than just one man.

Memories (a repost from long ago)

There are thousands of photos blogged and re-blogged here. Once in a while a photo comes which reminds me of a memory. This one was one such (before the Tumblr Gods decided it was not found tasteful and hence they blocked my post.

This is a repost.

It was around the time when my stag (not my husband) had been trying to convert me into a hotwife. If you have read my previous blogs you would have known about his shared-pleasure policy, which I won’t elaborate here ‘coz it’s already written in length previously.

My husband’s posting abroad helped my stag to take liberty to propose me to other men of his choice. A couple of instances of his ‘weekend sharing’ and thereafter meeting a few known bulls later, he was trying to induct me to unknown bulls. Needless to mention his own need of getting his share of pleasure from me was no less and to that end he would at times plan for weekend vacations to nearby coastal towns and resorts. For the most time we would be indoor and he would indulge himself with me while teaching me various ways to attract potential bulls.

It was one of those vacations to a remote resort, quite removed from the nearest town. There were a few other fellow lodgers as well, mostly couples, and in some cases friends out for a good time. He drove me there and pretty soon was doing what he wanted to do to me. We got quite late for dinner that evening because he was in mood to not stop and get dressed. He opted to go down to the restaurant and was dressed in shorts and a tee and allowed me to put on a saree but being him, i wasn’t allowed to wear a bra under my blouse.

We found the restaurant mostly vacant except for two couples who were slightly away and two senior gentlemen close by who appeared to be old friends out for a quiet time away from their family, enjoying their drink in a very civilized manner. My disheveled hair and creased and hurried dress wasn’t unnoticed and I could sense that they realized what my ‘man’ had been doing with me before we came down to dinner. Could almost see their hidden smile and knowing wink to each other about us.

My stag happened to notice their attention as well. He asked me if I am game for a bit of hotwife training right now. I had no idea how he was about to make it happen, but I guessed he really wanted me to be proposed by these two gentlemen who were intrigued by my presence. For the sheer fun of it I consented. He said that he would want to make a bit of public display of affection such that their attention is secured on me. He would then feign a very urgent call and leave the hotel while asking me to stay here itself. I was to act helpless without his presence. He was hopeful of the two gentlemen proposing me after they see me alone and helpless and seek my company for the night.

So he started holding my hand and occasionally bend forward to kiss me while we were seated at the table, or to place his arms across my shoulders pulling me closer. We realized we were being observed by who we wanted to be observed by. While the dinner was being served he received a ‘call’ on his mobile and sounding disturbed and agitated walked out of the restaurant because ‘the mobile signal was too weak inside’. His PDA had already attracted the attention and now his agitated voice further piqued the interest of our proposed bulls. Long story short, as per our arrangement, my stag made a show of urgency and left the hotel while I sat at the dinner table. We ensured that they heard his, “I will be back by mid-day tomorrow”. As we had anticipated, I could see the two of them talking to each other in a hushed tone while i silently ate my dinner. After a while one of them approached me and asked if i was in any trouble because they could see my ‘husband’ leave in a hurry.

I said, ‘I am feeling a bit insecure because we came here to spend the weekend and now there is someone in his family who has fallen critically ill and he had to rush. He said he will be back tomorrow and I am all alone here, feeling a bit lost’. He motioned his friend who then came across and joined us at my table. I told them ‘this is so unexpected as I had come here for a romantic getaway and I never expected it to end so abruptly that too half way through’. They both laughed at my frustrated voice and said that they couldn’t help but see how eager my husband was for the romantic part…and then they added, “why blame him? I would have been as eager too if i had been with a woman like you in this resort”. All three of us laughed and I said, ‘you must be joking. I am sure your wives also miss being with attractive men like you. I know I would have been attracted had i been single’. They laughed at my joke and said, ‘well right now you are’. And we had a laugh…I was happy to see the ice walls being broken between us.

As expected the proposal followed quite quickly that they are willing to give me company either at my room or theirs so that i don’t feel afraid. I made a show of being in two minds as to whether to allow two random men to spend the night with me, and eventually I said, ‘I guess it would be ok if I come over to your room as I don’t want my husband to have any wrong impression by seeing two unknown men in his wife’s room’. They both immediately nodded their agreement.

I went to my room to collect the condoms and put them in my purse before meeting them and being escorted to their cottage which wasn’t a part of the main building. They made me relax and asked me to feel comfortable on their bed as they said they will adjust the three of us somehow. They offered me some drinks to help me relax. We sat on the bed and were talking, me between them. They commented on my not wearing a bra. I feigned surprise and said, oh is that visible from outside? One of them said “how can a virile man not take notice of those lovely breasts that you got and we then saw those ‘tight bullet buttons’ popping out from under the fabric of the blouse and we knew your husband was using his wife’s assets and probably wanted to use them more and so brought her down to dinner without getting the assets covered by the bra”. We laughed and i said, ‘yeah, we both hoped he would do many more things to his wife and then destiny betrayed him and now he’s gone and I have lost all hopes’. The insistence started that I let them see the assets that they have so admired from under the fabric…I knew this is exactly how it was to happen. So after some playful reluctance I unbuttoned my blouse. They saw my stag’s bite marks on them and exclaimed at them. I told them ‘my husband is quite a biter and I was expecting more but then he had to go away’.

I believe it’s easy to understand the next sequence and eventually when they were ready to initiate sex I asked them to use condoms at least. Both said that they weren’t hoping of getting this lucky and had not been carrying any. I said I might have a few in my bag which my husband was to use. I then handed them the condoms.

To draw an end, i ended up staying with them almost till midday being repeatedly shared between the two friends, jointly and individually before I returned to my room and called my stag to say it’s safe for him to return now.

The photo that was here reminded me of them as each took his turn repeatedly while the other watched or took photos.

Your place? or mine?

A thought-sharing on the proverbial ‘place’.

There have been a variety of places that I get taken to when ‘picked up’ (or hunted, if you wanted to use that word) by a bull. Very few actually takes me to their home.

Some who were married, took me to their single friend’s house where he convinced the friend to step out of his house and leave us in private for a while. Some even didn’t do that and just took me inside one of the bedrooms while the friend waited patiently outside. The bull would deliberately get noisy, maybe just to let his friend outside know of how much he is enjoying doing whatever he is doing to me, and at times despite me trying consciously to be as silent as possible, my physical resistance would break and even I would get noisy in the flow of things. It was then kind of embarrassing to step out to the living room where his friend would be waiting after the bull would have finished doing his things to me. The sight of us emerging out of the room with his shirt hanging out of his trousers and our partially disheveled hair and crushed clothes, faces shining in sweat, would often result in an exchange of shy smiles laden with embarrassment, sometimes a silly giggle which conveyed to each other about ‘I know what you did there in the last few minutes’ and ‘I know that you know’; in some cases a total avoidance or acknowledgement of each other and just being in a hurry to step out of the house; or, in some rare instances, being offered a cup of tea with our host, getting to know him better and a polite request from the bull to give our gracious host my companionship, which in a way meant vanishing inside the room again, this time with the host, and staying over at his house longer than it was initially planned.

Some bulls, who are unmarried and had their own house available would take me there, make me feel comfortable at the new settings, pleasure both of us and then drop me back once the needs are adequately fulfilled.

Yet some, who are well ‘connected’, had their friends working in hotels would manage to get a room without having to go through the formality of having id checks etc. I found there are so many hotels that allow a ‘willing’ couple some privacy and in a way I think they are god-sent. So I often find myself in some not-so-good hotels where the linens are stained and at times in really posh ones which has wall-to-wall mirrors on the wardrobes. While the soft, diffused light and the soft, white linen is definitely something I love, the mirror isn’t particularly much of a turn on for me though its presence made a difference in the mood. But I realized it is a really strong aphrodisiac for my bull (men in general) to be able to observe himself as a third person, how he is getting me done…synonymous to watching a live show of a couple indulging in sex where he controls and sees what the male does to the female and thus trying to do all that he wanted to see getting done on screen. Men are very visual creatures and I love them for being that.

And yet, there have been those instances, triggered by the sense of his urgency coupled with lack of the proverbial ‘place’ where he drove me in his car to somewhere secluded enough which afforded us the privacy in the darkness of the evening/night to pleasure each other inside the cramped back seat, before he drove us back to the city again. It was far from the relaxed and comfortable setting of a bedroom, but had its own charm of giving in to his primal desire to copulate.

Hw many guys u think masturbate reading ur blog

For those in sane minds, probably none. However I have come to realize the masturbation, for men, is a very fond activity that most want to indulge in. So I really can't comment.:)

What’s your take on cuckolds? Have you done it?

Cuckolding, at some level involves an element of humiliation. Although the humiliation includes the tacit prior acceptance from the man, but nevertheless the concept of involving insult to the man has a strong presence.I, for one, have a very strong aversion to any form of mockery to a man. Being a hotwife, on the other hand presents the thrill and pleasure of being with others intimately without any humiliation to the stag to who i am the vixen to. If you read my profile write-up you would know that my own husband(s) is(are) not my stag. And for us, the stag-vixen relationship suits far better than cuckolding.