How Did The Actual Conceiving Of Your Child With Your Second Husband Take Place Knowing That Your Husband

Hey, good to see you see post again. Long time :) hope all is well with you. Is there a way I can inbox you, tried a couple times but messages didn't go through.

Thank you for the compliment.

Where are you from?? Do you hookup with people on tumblr??

Somewhere in India.

Except that i was on a bed and they were not bbcs but just ordinary human beings who were close friends of my stag (my husband's colleague).

When are you writing next part of Garaik and I? Please make it soon.

I did today.

How my stag possessed me - Part 4

Contd from Part 3...

I smiled over the phone and said, “good-boys deserve good fucks”. “Yeah, and good-fucks deserve a good side-fuck, and that’s where i come to their rescue” he said. “So that tells me you are experienced in being a good side-fuck. How many conquests before me?” I asked. For a moment he seemed to be embarrassed to answer such a direct question. He then said, “Did you feel even for a minute yesterday that I was even trying to go for a conquest”? I answered, “well, not really, I think I felt automatically drawn to you”. “Exactly, look I’ll be honest, you aren’t the first ‘wife’ i have undressed with, and probably you won’t be my last either, but it’s true I have never felt this strong a need to own a wife like I am feeling for you right now. Like you said, I feel an a natural instinct to mate with you, to have my seeds inside you and probably you also felt that” he said. I admitted that it was indeed the case. He felt that probably he had been a too much extra direct and to put me at ease started talking to me on general topics of since when married, bf-s before marriage etc.  I guess we talked for close to an hour over the phone that day. He hung up with a promise to call me the next day.

 Since then we stared having our calls daily after my husband will leave for office. Over a period of time our discussions on a daily basis migrated from general topics to sexual preferences, sharing previous experiences of each other, what we liked, what we didn’t etc. He started asking me out for dates. I knew I wanted to go with him, but I still had to fight the biggest enemy whose presence was unknown here-before, my conscience. It isn’t the first time that I am asked out by a man, not the first time that I will be undressed by a man who I have just met, but what made the difference was that all my previous experiences were when I was still unmarried. Now I am married and it would put the label of a cheater on me if I indulged with a man other than my husband. I was yet to learn the principle of separating pleasure for my body from pleasure to my heart. I realized it won’t be easy. It’s one thing to feel attracted to a man and to know he is equally, if not more, willing to reciprocate the need for sex, but quite another when it came to execute the idea. I found it extremely difficult to reconcile myself, and whenever R would approach with a ‘plan’ to make it happen, I would chicken out making some excuse about being busy etc. Pretty soon, our calls continued in the evening or in the nights when my husband would be working late in office and R would tell me to help him masturbate while he talked to me. He would ask me to feel inside my panties to check how wet I am, and I would be surprised to see that my panties have been soaked talking to him. Almost a month had passed and we would have talked on almost all weekdays. He kept planning, “meet me at the hotel”, and I would respond, “no, I could be seen there by others”; or he would say, “come over to my house, I stay alone”, and I would say, “R, I am extremely scared to go to anyone’s house, I am a married woman and our society may not take it kindly and start wagging their gossip tongues”; he would suggest, “let me know when i can come over to your house”, and I would respond, “no no, not here, what if A returns all of a sudden and finds you fucking me”...i think you got the drift. In short, I inevitably came up with an excuse to not make it happen because although i really wanted to have sex with R, but my conscience held me back even tighter. I could sense that this was upsetting R also and he was getting increasingly desperate. And now I felt not only frustrated at not being able to get myself fucked by R because with every passing day my desire to get myself done by him increased, and now I was feeling guilty also that i was denying a man, R, his right to enjoy a woman, me.

To be continued...

Your husband obviously bred you often but how did you feel when you felt your second husband fill you up for breeding his child..

We had to plan a lot for it because my husband stays abroad and if I conceived at the improper time, the facts of the matter would have been exposed very easily. Obviously, I couldn’t afford that. So while the decision by ‘us’ was made to make a baby together quite early on, we had to wait for the time to ‘make it happen’ to coincide with my husband’s visit here. It was a long wait, particularly when both of ‘us’ knew that we were ready to make it happen and still couldn’t because of practicalities.

‘We’ had been meeting very frequently and be very eager to pleasure each other every time we met. And yet, it would be frustrating at times, more for him than me, to be right there and still not be there. He was wonderfully patient still and I kept reassuring him that I would not change my mind by the time my husband returns.

Eventually when the time came and my husband’s travel to India was announced, I told ‘him’ to go ahead and do it. He was extremely passionate and I ensured that I met him as often as I could to ensure beyond doubt that it would be one of his seeds that I would grow and nurture inside me. During these visits he would go out of his way to provide pleasure to me and I kept praying that he would plant his seeds firmly each time. I felt the closest to him and he would hold me tightly while loving me; I felt like I would merge inside his big chest completely. It felt particularly satisfying during the moments when he would be releasing his seeds inside me and in my mind’s eye I could visualize the millions of those powerful seeds entering deeper and deeper inside me. I could sense the passion with which he would push himself as much inside me as possible to ensure not a drop is wasted, and I would try to position myself so that there is no spillage of the precious seeds for which I have been waiting this long. Knowing his very essence was entering inside me and I would be the custodian of his genes and the very man that he is, would make me feel euphoric. We would stay ‘joined’ for a short while even after he had put his seeds inside me to prevent any spillover. Once we would be rested and our bodies would have ‘un-joined’, we would caress and comfort each other a lot and reassure ourselves of the success of our union to bear the most desired fruit.

Please complete your story about your first encounter with your stag, how he managed to make you meet him?

Maybe someday I will...

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Your blog is amazing!! Do your stag’s wife know about your relationship? How many kids do you have?

Thank you for the kind compliment.

My stag isn't married.

Not an ask but more of a praise - I am hooked to your posts and to the beautiful yet simple representation of your thoughts. I wish I had the skills of writing this praise in more apt/decorative words but as it is well said - language is just a crutch to a cripple - I still will not be able to express it all. Kudos, love and regards from Toronto. Keep writing!

Wow!. I am flattered. Thank you so much for the kind compliments when all I did was to let me hands move on while the multitude thoughts, expressions and emotions flooded my head when I saw an image or video here that rekindled them. Thank you, once again.