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How my stag possessed me - Part 2

Continued from my previous post...

It was probably around the second year of my marriage, and I hadn’t strayed one bit. Actually my husband was more than I could handle and he is very active to pleasure me physically. My husband informed me that the annual dinner in his office was convened. Spouses were allowed. The year before this, we had both been travelling and so we couldn’t attend. We both were eager to be there, to get to meet other people to socialize with and for him, to kind of show me off as well. Although India is currently very widely influenced by the western dressing and in fact all the western dresses are very popular here as well, personally, I was always since attaining my youth have dressed myself in saree, a traditional Indian dress. For those in the west who are reading this, you may please Google for Saree. I have during my college had worn westerns like jeans and skirts and shirts and trousers, but have always felt that I look my best in a saree and could carry myself in it.  So, for this evening-party I dressed myself in a brown saree with deep-red sleeveless blouse and matching lingerie. It was a party, so a slightly plunged neckline and a more-than-normal low-cut on the back on my blouse was not inappropriate. Since I am of medium complexion, umm, maybe slightly on the duskier side, the darker shades look better on me.

It was organized in one of the large banquet halls, overlooking a sprawling green lawn, in a five star hotel. Some guests had already arrived that he got me introduced to. They were really nice people. I won’t deny that it felt good when some of them complimented me on my dress and I could see I was getting my share of male attention. Having said that, it would be wrong to not point out at this stage, that the male attention that I referred to above was the very decent kind where men appreciated me for how I looked but all within the limits of social decency. There were drinks that were served and both I and my husband indulged. A jovial mood prevailed over the party.

It was quite late in the evening by that time when my husband said that he would like me to meet one of his long time colleagues who was till now posted abroad and have very recently returned to India. Rumours were that my husband could be considered next to fill up that position abroad. Both were at the same rank within the organization. His colleague was in the lawn and we were in the hall. So my husband showed me around to meet him. Now, I am positive that all of you have heard the phrase ‘sparks flying’, as did I. But it was the first time when I was escorted to him and I got to look at his eyes and he shook my hand, that I literally felt hit by a thunderbolt. He was nothing extraordinary to look at. Neither handsome, nor bad, couple of inches taller to me (I am 5’8” myself, which is considered tall for Indian women), very well dressed in a black suit, possessed what looked like through the layers of his suit, a really swollen and large belly, dark-skinned, clean shaven. Even his shirt failed to trap tufts of dense black hair on his chest which popped out at the top. As he shook my hand and made small talk while my husband introduced me, I could feel my heart would burst out from the rib cage. I could hear not a word that he said because of the sound of my own heartbeat that deafened me. I felt people around me could also probably hear it from how they sounded to me. I maintained my polite smile while he continued to hold and shake my hand while introducing himself. It went to a point when I finally managed to blurt out, “I am sorry but I really didn’t catch your name in the loud music. Could you please tell me again?” His name, for the purpose of this public document shall be R, which is the first letter of the name. We kept talking and in a while another colleague of my husband came up to inform that the boss wanted to speak to my husband. I was standing there in the lawn with R. There were quite a lot of other people who were also present around us, but in my mind I felt myself to be completely isolated with just R in that lawn.

To be continued...

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.

Hi there... one of your oldest follower here :) . Does anyone who is not sexually involved with you know about your life style or say the adventurous journey you are in... to be specific any friends or family members or anyone who knows both you and your husband?

Thank you for tolerating me for such a long time.    :-)

There is someone, a friend of mine, who is aware of my conjugal and extra-conjugal life.

That's like my husband kissing me, kissing my soul through my mouth, breathing life into my body, fulfilling my reason to exist on Earth, reminding me of the reason why I am born, to be his.

Good morning. Do you know when you will finish the Garik story?

Hello, thanks for the message. I've been trying to remember and jot down my memories. But it's taking time. I think I've published two more parts since you messaged me. Kindly take a look and let me know your comments. Will wait for them.

Bulls with a sense of humour, those who could get me laughing and giggling silly...priceless.

Do we get to see your picture anytime soon?

No.

Between a husband, a second husband, a bull , a bf who shares you with his friends, I think you're very well taken care of. And from my experience with women, once they're mini deaths are taken care of, they dont usually have a lot of words to spare, or run a sex blog. Something's amiss'uss. Anyhow, love to 'see' more, p.s is that u in the profile pic?

Nice message, appreciate your thoughts.

Having said that I will in no way be contesting your point of view. Maturity lies in knowing that there is no ‘one way’ of interpreting a situation, and having the flexibility to accept another’s POV even without subscribing to it.

No, that is NOT my picture. I never share any of my photos on this blog. Everything here is taken from the internet and re-blogs. I did find it to be a closer resemblance and hence have put it up. To begin with, I am of medium complexion, more on the duskier side…the photo shows a fairer complexioned woman.

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.