When Are You Writing Next Part Of Garaik And I? Please Make It Soon.

I appreciate the way you explain your story, it si described in such a good way that everything is happening in front of my eyes. Can I ask which city of this lovely country you belongs?? Let me how can I approach to your stag to have a great evening with you. Tell me plz

Thank you!

It was my first time too when two men actively and simultaneously paricipated in fucking me. The situation was different though.

Back then, my bf and I were in college and in an even more conservative envronment than now, privacy was a big problem for consenting-but-unmarried couples (specially the student class) who wanted to shed clothes and enjoy sex with each other. Neither I had privacy at my house, nor did he. What saved us though is a rather rich and considerate friend of his who used to stay alone in his apartment. My bf obtained his permission (and his keys) to bring his gf (ie me) to fuck her in his apartment.

His friend agreed and pretty soon it was a regular haunt for us when my bf would bring me with him to his house, after our college, or at times bunking college too, and take advantage of his friend being away on work, and well, long story short, fuck me silly.

As they say, familiarity breeds contempt, it became our second nature for me to be escorted to his friend’s house to get fucked. One of those days during the daytime my bf had brought me over to his friend’s house, which was empty. Without wasting any time he took me to the friend’s guest-room, where he had the license to have sex. We undressed and he mounted me missionary style. I loved sex with him guess pretty soon, he had my legs flying up in the sky in a rather wide V while he placed himself between them and was thrusting away like crazy. It was at one of those fleeting glances when suddenly I realized his friend had returned home unscheduled and since we didnt bother to lock the guest room door and his friend was watching my bf fucking me.

I was extremely embarrassed but my bf was pretty cool. He went over, talked to his friend, closed the door and returned to finish fucking me. We got dressed and he had me introduced to his friend later.

Nothing else happened that day. It was later that my bf told me that his friend has sought my permission to have sex with me. I was initially very embarrassed at the idea of being made nude in front of two men at the same time and he had to do a lot of convincing to get my agreement eventually.

My frst threeesome was when I was spitroasted by my bf and his friends before they started taking turns on fucking me individually. Once the initial ice-breaking was over, it was an ocassional threesome sex between us and my bf continued sex with me at his house for the rest of the period that we remained a couple.

No updates from long time. Is everything ok at your end?

Hello, have been a bit occupied because of the festive seasons of Durga Puja and now Diwali. But thanks for asking.

My stag would do this to me, but not while standng, only after I am laid flat on the bed.

Where you now

At the most perfect moment of my life.

Is the premise of your hotwife relationship that you are happily owned by your husband? And happily do what you are happily told to do. Making him happy makes you happy.

that maybe the case. My husband isn’t the one who actually hotwife-s me. I have another stag who plays my husband for the purpose of hotwifing me. I find my strongest anchor in the security of the love and care from my husband. But for the purpose of hotwifing, it is the mutual happiness, ie to get my stag to be happy, as well as derive pleasure myself, that matters the most.

A Midsummer Afternoon's Reality

Part 1

I have not been able to find the time or energy to chronicle in the recent past. So many things happened and I was very engaged in different fronts thus not be able to spare the effort to record it.

This is something that happened shortly before the pandemic triggered the lock-down in India. Do bear in mind that some of the dialogue here are recreated because I do not remember the exact words that were spoken. But I will try my best to keep it as close to reality as possible to reflect the mood of the event as it happened.

It was a rather uncomfortably hot and humid summer weekend and my office was closed. After the morning chores were over at home, I thought of taking a break for myself and indulge in a bit of window shopping at a mall which is a short travel in a cab from my home and almost adjacent to a rather plush international chain of luxury hotels. I asked the nanny of my kids to be there for them as I left home.

As I waited for my Uber to arrive, I realized how stiflingly hot and humid the day was despite a clear blue sky. There was an element of happiness in the air despite the high temperature. Because I am of duskier complexion, I have often been told that I look attractive in darker shades. I had chosen for that day, a brown chiffon saree with a deep maroon sleeveless blouse with liberal cuts in it to make it bearable to stay dressed in the summer. For an extra kick to myself, I had a black brassiere to go with it. I was gifted a bottle of Miss Dior by a very close friend of mine and I dabbed it lightly. It is one of my most favourite perfumes and I loved the whiffs I kept catching off me. I maintained my makeup to the minimum to avoid getting more suffocating, but did carry my favourite lipstick with me. I have often been complimented on my hair which reaches almost up to the parting of my hips and I decided to flaunt it by leaving it untied and open. I love to dress myself traditionally and I applied a strip of vermilion at the parting of my hair and a deep-red bindi on my forehead. I was never a heavy jewelry person and I decided to keep just my ring, my two bangles, my nose-pin, a single anklet that I wear around my left ankle and a gold chain on. I know it sounds a lot, but if you look up traditional Indian women's jewelry, this is actually minimalist. I cannot deny, I loved myself in that dress for that day and it generated a sense of happiness in me.

However dark shades and high temperature have an alliance between them and they work together to get me sweaty quickly unless I am in an AC environment. To top it all, I have a natural tendency to sweat much more than the average. I could sense that in spite of just having taken a bath before starting, sweat was accumulating in my underarms and back, beginning to make wet patches form at those places. Fortunately, my Uber arrived shortly and it was a big relief to get inside the AC cab as I headed for the mall with my small, black clutch resting on the seat next to me. The cool air from the vents blowing across my skin, wet from the sweat, generated a nice feeling. It was a break I was taking for myself after quite some time and I was enjoying the escape from the routine. Through the lightly tinted glasses of my cab, I saw the clear sky and sparsely populated streets as we drove. Nobody was mad to step out in this hot afternoon sun on a weekend. For one brief moment I looked at the rear-view mirror to check my hair. To my surprise, pleasant I suppose, I found my cab driver trying to steal glances at me through the mirror. I ignored his efforts, but deep inside i could feel a happiness bubble forming at the thought that it was actually a compliment to me as I have been found attractive to a man. A fifteen minute drive brought me to main gate of the mall.

To be continued...

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No, am not unfaithful. I let the bulls use my body but my soul belongs to my husband. He knows that very well. He doesn't think I am unfaithful and nor do i.