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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, 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.

WHAT IS A STAG The term Stag differs from the term cuckold. According to Sage Vivant, author of the book ‘Your Erotic Personality’, Stag are typically heterosexual men who get off on the idea of their wives or girlfriends being with other men but do not really fit the historical term cuckold. Many such men dislike the term cuckold because society has denigrated its meaning, making it a shameful thing. This has not only been misunderstood but also rather disrespected throughout history. They were seen as weak men that in a bizarre tradition from Europe were seen to wear antlers as symbols of this supposed weakness. Thankfully in modern times we are a little more enlightened and in recent years the meaning of the word has morphed into something more empowering for both genders. The growth of the term ‘HOTWIFE’ in reference to the partners of such men is now well established in sexual subcultures. Some men are cuckolds proper in that they seek humiliation and debasement and possible homosexual encounters, and there is nothing wrong with that, to each his own fetish, however, by far more men identify with the term ‘Stag’ . They share with cuckolds the desire to see their partners take on extra lovers while they remain monogamous but that is where the similarities end. For the stag this is always by consent and any humiliation aspect is just a playful erotic teasing game with his wife rather than any real desire to be humiliated. He will never be humiliated or intimidated by his partner’s lovers. He is a strong type that simply derives huge erotic pleasure from seeing his wife or girlfriend being so alluring that nobody could resist her and considers it only natural and very arousing that she’ll need and deserve sexual satisfaction from others as well as him. He holds a genuine love and respect for his wife or girlfriend with whom he shares this erotic and fun lifestyle. For this reason the proper term for the partner of most hotwives is a STAG rather than cuckold. This behavior ranges from merely sharing the fantasy and acting out role play scenarios to full on Hotwifing. It is just one part of a relationship and many couples only dabble occasionally. Some couples discover 'Hotwifing’ early in their relationships while others find it much later but either way it is a hugely growing phenomenon. The reasons for 'Hotwifing’ have always been around and lie deep in our evolutionary history as a species but factors such as female empowerment, better contraceptive/safer sex technologies, ease of online communication and information combined with other factors have brought it out of the shadows to the edge of the mainstream. Welcome to Stag and Hotwife Games, here we attempt to use images and captions to catch the eroticism and fun of couples that have delved into this world to reclaim the cuckold horns for the proud 'STAG’

Quite aptly described...

There is nothing more for me to write. Already nicely described.

This is common. I have hardly ever stepped out of a bull's bedroom without being gifted. Though cash is usually not gifted, it's usually jewelry that I have been fondly gifted by my bulls. Piercings are the most common jewelry that's gifted to me, navel pins of gold being the number one item gifted to me.

My bf from my swimming club took me on a weekend vacation to a seaside resort that had their own private beach. Needless to mention he hardly allowed to step out of the room and utilized most of the time doing what he planned to do with me in seclusion. After a rather intense night, i begged that we go to the beach. He accepted grudgingly.

There were not many people on the beach except for a few couples who snuggled each other. During a playful moment there, he asked me to get nude for him to photograph. It was difficult as I wasn't used to be that way in public, but he convinced me to do it. I did it and he photographed. From the corner of my eye i could see the other couples looking at me. Strangely enough, instead of getting embarrassed, it emboldened me and I became more free.

It didn't last long enough though. My bf got into a 'mood' and I was immediately transported back to our locked bedroom where he created memories for both of us.

It is an art of the most exquisite kind to touch someone’s soul before touching their skin.

inksomniac  (via wordsnquotes)

And this is the art that my husband is a master of, someone who can show me rainbows in the night and get me flowing below just talking to me over a stupid telephone from miles away in a different country.

Has your boss ever shared you with others?

Yes. He has.

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.

But we still would like to see couple of pics of you in action.. Have a second thought at it please..

And why won't they?

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

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.

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

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.

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...

For me it's more when I need to travel with my boss being his secretary, to business trips.

Would you ever give a chance to one of your fan from Tumblr and have sex with them? ;)

:)   no.

Hi, aren't you afraid of catching a sexually transmitted disease from your bulls and giving it to your husband? Do you take any precautions against this?

With anyone i am not sure about, i insist on using a condom. I carry some in my purse in case he forgot to get them in the heat of the moment, as a SOS situation.

Waiting for part 4 😋

Thank you. Will soon post it.

Do you like to be respected by your bulls or treated and fucked like a slut? Which on turns you on more?

As a vixen i am always respected by my bulls and even my stag is respected by them, and I love that.

Love to be ur stag

Haha, thank you. Already have a fully functional one.

I agree. The men i have really felt comfortable with, some of them complete strangers who I met through my work or through other friends, or brought to me by my stag, i have had no problems of letting them video or shoot my photos of them loving me or them attaining pleasure with me. Never felt awkward or guilty.

How many guys do you think you have fucked so far? Any specific numbers?

No, never counted…never thought of keeping a count also. It’s not like a record etc. I meet men when I want to and some I keep meeting, some I meet and move on….there are some who visit my city and I am contacted to them through my stag, who knows exactly the kind of men I prefer, or at times he prefers. In those cases mostly it’s one time, though there are a few who keeps re-visiting.

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.

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

This hurried, no time to waste, let’s get to action ASAP is a typical reminder of my bf from the swimming club. Hand holding apart, no sooner am i inside his apartment, I would find myself pushed to the wall with him beginning to pleasure me.