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How does it feel to be a hotwife ?

I was very apprehensive of how it would be to let random men, men who I have hardly ever met before to fuck me, sometimes completely random strangers who neither me nor my stag would have met before.

I would think that the way my stag had planned my transition and metamorphosis from being a wife to a hotwife is really remarkable.It took him time to convince me of the potential pleasures, but I believe he found an eager student in me. So beginning with men who would be known to me, or at least to him, we gradually moved on to men that he, or even I would fancy...yes, he also inculcated in me the need to fancy men and then letting them hunt me down to boost their masculine ego.

In short, yes, I am happy to be a hotwife now and I have no regrets about my decision.

A friend of my best friend always loved flirting with me, and I kind of flirted back. I tried to avoid meeting him alone. Somewhere along things got serious and one of the days when he had come to my house while my husband was away, he touched me casually. It felt good and I didn’t stop him. This photo is a beautiful representation of the reaction that I had when eventually he carried me to our bedroom and I pulled his underwear off to see a really attractive and well formed erection spring out. I wondered how he could keep that inside without being understood from outside. He fucked me twice that evening and I was a permanent invitee to all his parties thereafter. Been to his house many times since, most willingly.

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have u ever do anal sex , how it was

Short answer is yes, a slightly longer answer is I had lost the 'virginity' of my hips twice.

First was the technical one when a man first pushed his erection inside my hips, second was when my husband entered inside my hips and made me realize what pleasure really meant when he pushes his member inside my hips.

Maybe someday when I feel like I’ll write about it.

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

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

With you restarting blogging after the Tumblr purge, maybe now's a good time to finish the tale of your stag.

Thank you for the message, maybe I will finish it sometime. Incidentally, any particular reason why you choose to remain ‘anonymous’?

Through the stories you post on your tumblr, how should we know you? Who your are or who you want to be? Or neither?

My posts relate mostly to my past, or a bit of the present.

Actually all I said to him was, ‘do you think we can talk somewhere less crowded, in peace”?

Unprotected

A while ago, someone who chose to remain anonymous, asked me a question on my Tumblr blog. I was asked, whether I feel the urge to indulge in sex without condoms and if yes, how I feel when the man attains his climax.

It is a very common phenomenon to experience the urge to let nature take over. If you observe nature, the way an intercourse was designed to conclude was with the man ejaculating his seeds inside the willing woman. This is the original and primal design. Anything else were the results of innovation and convenience created by the humans, or at least in my personal opinion.

I am not above nature. Once in a while, I have met men who have been able to instigate that primal desire in me where despite knowing fully the risks involved in having unprotected sex, I have gone ahead and submitted to nature. Such occurrences are rare and very few men have been able to light that fire in me, but yes it does happen. Not necessarily they were men who were known to me. There have been instances where the man involved was someone I was meeting for the first time in a most unplanned way. Maybe I was in the shopping mall (I will write about that someday) or at the bank (already written about it), or somewhere which was far removed from the agenda of having sex, and then out of nowhere a man appears who lights that fire in me and I feel the utmost desire to be with him in private and just let him do whatever he wanted to.

From my limited observation I have come to the conclusion that if all the men on Earth had only ONE SINGLE point on which they have a full consensus, it is about their universal hatred towards the innocent condom. These men who I met, are no exceptions and unless I urged him to use one, he wouldn't voluntarily want to. And like I mentioned, once in a while comes a man who lights that primal fire in me where I do not even feel like asking him to use a condom.

A condom, for me, is primarily a means of avoiding infections. Birth control is not the main agenda, I have safeguarded myself through other means to ensure that happening. What that means is that even when I am involved in an unprotected (well, protection of a condom to be precise) coitus, I am still safeguarding myself from unwanted pregnancy. Yes, the risk of infection is still there. Maybe I have been extremely privileged so far that I didn't fall a prey to them yet.

Coming to the second part of the question, of the feelings I experience when the man actually unloads himself, from a purely physiological perspective, nothing can be 'felt' inside when the jets shoot out. The difference is rather entirely psychological. The knowledge that a potent, virile man is engaged inside me and is depositing his very essence, the very core of him which can potentially (subject to other factors conducive to it) create a new life that will contain his characteristics, is an ecstasy for me.

Yes, I can know when a man is going to ejaculate a few moments before he actually does, because a man's body sends out distinct signals that it is about to release the precious seeds. Mostly it is through the increased speed of his thrusting, coupled with very deep guttural grunts, the tightened grip on me as if trying to stabilize a moving prey to be able to hunt it without failing, the increase in the force of the thrusts as if trying to make the last possible best efforts to deposit the seeds as much inside as possible to maximize the probability of his making me pregnant with his baby, pressing really down with his hips in each forward thrust, thus trying to push the opening on his erection reach as deep as possible, an almost imperceptible vibration that takes over the entire erection to ensure the seeds are 'flung' even further deeper, which can be felt by the woman who has learnt how to recognize them; so yes, it can be known a few moments before the actual ejaculation happens.

And once it is known, it makes me realize that this man is now in that intimate position where he can actually put a baby, a mini him, to grow inside me, that the man is making his best efforts to maximize the chances of impregnating me by releasing millions of his seeds deep inside me and that just ONE SINGLE of these seeds are sufficiently potent to actually create a new 'him' inside me, that this man is at this moment having only the single agenda of releasing his seeds, that right now my insides are flooded with the actual seeds of a man, that right now I am being one with nature, that even after he leaves and I put my saree back on and return home, I will still be carrying his essence with me, that knowledge is what drives me ecstatic.

I am not sure if I have been able to answer the question but submitting my two cents on the subject.