I'm Just Sending Another One Since You Probably Get A Lot Of Messages And Mine Could Get Lost In The

Quite aptly described...

Such intensity and passion in massaging is usually in my husband... And my bf from the swimming club who is a big time boob lover.

Stains

Funny and memory provoking as they are, they can be a source of major embarrassment also. I did write a while ago my thoughts about the “place”. https://shefaali-india.tumblr.com/post/169724995357/your-place-or-mine-a-thought-sharing-onthe

On one such assignment, I was in a really posh hotel, one with pristine white sheets and the inevitable happened where the fluids spilled over and out from us on the silky white bedsheet. The next morning when he had finished doing what he got me there for, we got dressed and much to our embarrassment, there were bright, big, orange stains on the relevant part of the bedsheet, which no matter what explanations we gave, would tell only the single story of truth.

You once mentioned transcending class boundaries under the spell of a man's manliness... sounds like an interesting story, tell us more?

I thought I had already written about it, or maybe I didn't. Not sure. If not, maybe will write about it someday.

What I mean is a continuation of what I've been telling. My being with men isn't necessarily always out of romantic interest. In most cases they have been out of the primal urge. For that urge to be generated, all that matters is the right mix of hormones from the two partners. It doesn't depend on the financial or societal or any other attributes.

And that happened with me too when I met someone and just like that the hormones in me mixed to be just right to feel drawn to him and be with him.

Maybe someday will write about it when I get the right feel to.

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.

Is sex always tumultuous for u? Even with ur hubby? Or is that sedate and somehow.. Maybe more dignified.. If it conveys the meaning?

Sex with my two husbands is very very romantic and passionate. Sex with them is more than just getting nude and experiencing the pleasure from the repeated friction. It is much more intense. The two of us would connect not only with the body, but probably somewhere at the soul level. There will be a complete circle.

Having said that however, it is important to remember that at certain times they are just men…men who want to fuck their wife; and there’s nothing wrong about them wanting to be so. I find them very attractive when they sometimes get into that mode and I let them play in whatever way they want to. It’s fun to see them transform.

The ‘tumultuous’ part that you’re referring to, usually stems from the need to possess. Thus it is more prevalent amongst the bulls who need to reassure themselves of being in possession of another man’s woman. And in the process of proving to the woman that she belongs to him for the next few hours etc (and most certainly to prove to himself that he indeed has possession over the other man’s woman), the sessions turn out to be ‘tumultuous’.

In case of my two husbands, that is not the case. They know that they possess me. They are secured internally and do not need an external show of power to prove anything to anyone. Thus they can relish the pleasure of enjoying their wife and focus more on first providing pleasure to her. With them, it is always the wife whose needs come first…well, except for really scattered instances when the boys just want to play.

Does that answer your question?

Does your stag know of your other flings?

Mostly yes, but not all.

Gairik and I  (part 5)

Contd from part 4...

Gairik stepped out of the car. I heard the door shut with a gentle thud. The cold air swept inside the car from the brief moments that he had the door opened. Outside I could see the narrow lane with not many houses that have still been completed, mostly dark and silent. The neon of the pharmacy lighted up the adjacent area to an extent. Looking at the dark uninhabited houses my mind wandered (or may have raced) back to the earlier moments where Gairik touched me in the darkness. I kept playing back in my mind his coming closer to me, his warm breath on my face, his hands which were trying to pull me closer to him, my own eager self that wanted to be pulled closest to him. I jolted back to reality hearing the click of him opening the door from outside as he returned from the pharmacy. He held a small brown paper packet in his hand.

"Ato ghamcho kano? AC switch-on korbo?" (Why are you sweating so much? Shall I switch the AC on?), he asked as he got inside the car and closed the door. "seat belt ta khule boste parte to, bhalo lagto" (you could've unlocked the seat belt while you waited, would've felt better).

I realized I actually was sweating. Despite the cold outside, I was surprised to find my brows and face had sweat on them, so were my palms. A sensation of heat was emanating from within me, almost making me feel that only if I explode, will I get some peace. I quickly reached for a napkin from the box kept on the dashboard. I wiped myself and muttered, "na na, nothing wrong, I am fine".

I am fine? I am fine? No, I am not fine. I have not been 'fine' ever since I knew Gairik loves me, ever since he touched and held me closely against him for those brief moments. My mind screamed, "pull me close again", while my face just smiled at him. Gairik handed me the packet and said, "please eta bag-er modye rekhe dao" (please keep it inside your bag). I extended my hand to receive the packet, and kept it inside my handbag.

"Gairik?" "Yes Shefaali?", he answered while locking his seat-belt and starting the car. "Amra bari kokhon pouchobo?" (how long before we reach home?)

I think I saw Gairik smile. He said, "Arekta jaigay jete hobe amader, tarporei amra bari pouchobo, khub taratari, promise" (we must visit one more place and then we 'll reach home, very soon, promise).

He reached out and held my sweaty palm in his and drove on. I clasped my fingers over his palm. A short drive in silence brought us to a stationery shop. "Come with me, I need your help here", he said. We got off the car and went inside the store.

A nice and cheerful store it was. Gairik seemed to search for something along the aisles. Finally he reached a section and stopped. "Pradiptaa loves to paint, doesn't she", he asked. Pradiptaa is my daughter's name.

"Yes, she loves and can spend hours doing it". "Great, so does Durba. This will keep them occupied". "Pradiptaa is very fond of drawing and painting and it is difficult to divert her once she is engrosses in her activity. She would participate in all the sit & draw competitions in school. She is...", and I suddenly stopped. The full implication of 'keeping them occupied' and diverted sunk in. I blushed upon my late realization and I think Gairik saw my face turn red, and smiled.

"You are a beautiful and wonderful mom, Durba keeps telling me how much Pradiptaa talks of you in school", he said. He picked up two sets of drawing and colouring books, pastels and crayons.

"Gairik, these are very expensive, you do not have to get such expensive gifts for them". "Shefaali, I will be borrowing her very precious mother from her to be with me. These mean nothing in return", he replied with a smile. We walked to the cashier and he cleared the dues.

As we stepped out of the warm store, the cold winds hit us. Instinctively I drew myself closer to him. We walked back to the car.

to be continued...

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.

Great blog Shefaali , would love to get in touch. Cheers

Thank you.