How Many Guys Do You Think You Have Fucked So Far? Any Specific Numbers?

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.

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.

A Midsummer Afternoon's Reality

Part 1

I have not been able to find the time or energy to chronicle in the recent past. So many things happened and I was very engaged in different fronts thus not be able to spare the effort to record it.

This is something that happened shortly before the pandemic triggered the lock-down in India. Do bear in mind that some of the dialogue here are recreated because I do not remember the exact words that were spoken. But I will try my best to keep it as close to reality as possible to reflect the mood of the event as it happened.

It was a rather uncomfortably hot and humid summer weekend and my office was closed. After the morning chores were over at home, I thought of taking a break for myself and indulge in a bit of window shopping at a mall which is a short travel in a cab from my home and almost adjacent to a rather plush international chain of luxury hotels. I asked the nanny of my kids to be there for them as I left home.

As I waited for my Uber to arrive, I realized how stiflingly hot and humid the day was despite a clear blue sky. There was an element of happiness in the air despite the high temperature. Because I am of duskier complexion, I have often been told that I look attractive in darker shades. I had chosen for that day, a brown chiffon saree with a deep maroon sleeveless blouse with liberal cuts in it to make it bearable to stay dressed in the summer. For an extra kick to myself, I had a black brassiere to go with it. I was gifted a bottle of Miss Dior by a very close friend of mine and I dabbed it lightly. It is one of my most favourite perfumes and I loved the whiffs I kept catching off me. I maintained my makeup to the minimum to avoid getting more suffocating, but did carry my favourite lipstick with me. I have often been complimented on my hair which reaches almost up to the parting of my hips and I decided to flaunt it by leaving it untied and open. I love to dress myself traditionally and I applied a strip of vermilion at the parting of my hair and a deep-red bindi on my forehead. I was never a heavy jewelry person and I decided to keep just my ring, my two bangles, my nose-pin, a single anklet that I wear around my left ankle and a gold chain on. I know it sounds a lot, but if you look up traditional Indian women's jewelry, this is actually minimalist. I cannot deny, I loved myself in that dress for that day and it generated a sense of happiness in me.

However dark shades and high temperature have an alliance between them and they work together to get me sweaty quickly unless I am in an AC environment. To top it all, I have a natural tendency to sweat much more than the average. I could sense that in spite of just having taken a bath before starting, sweat was accumulating in my underarms and back, beginning to make wet patches form at those places. Fortunately, my Uber arrived shortly and it was a big relief to get inside the AC cab as I headed for the mall with my small, black clutch resting on the seat next to me. The cool air from the vents blowing across my skin, wet from the sweat, generated a nice feeling. It was a break I was taking for myself after quite some time and I was enjoying the escape from the routine. Through the lightly tinted glasses of my cab, I saw the clear sky and sparsely populated streets as we drove. Nobody was mad to step out in this hot afternoon sun on a weekend. For one brief moment I looked at the rear-view mirror to check my hair. To my surprise, pleasant I suppose, I found my cab driver trying to steal glances at me through the mirror. I ignored his efforts, but deep inside i could feel a happiness bubble forming at the thought that it was actually a compliment to me as I have been found attractive to a man. A fifteen minute drive brought me to main gate of the mall.

To be continued...

How can I become your bull?? I really want to experience something like this. Have sex with someone who is someone else’s wife.

You can’t with me. You need to find someone else to experience it.

Dear Shefali, Glad you’ve starting posting again. You think your husband noticed another man’s presence when ever or if you allowed him to drop his seeds . In your mind did you ever compare the two men in their techniques of making love ?

My interactions with ‘other’ men were very limited when my husband was here. So the probability of what you mentioned was very low, though not absent. About comparing two men, I do not think it is ever possible to do so. No two mean are alike in their approach, touch, feel, grips, noise, clutches, use of force. So with my limited knowledge, I consider it unwise to even try to compare a man with anyone else. They are all an experience by themselves and attempting to even draw a comparison is not prudent, that’s what I feel.

And yes, you misspellt my name :-)

The more I read your blog the more I become convinced that you are actually more a cortisan than a hotwife. While I realize there is no king and court involved your philosophy towards sex and social relationships has led me to this conclusion. I have a feeling though that you will disagree and I cannot wait to read the reasons why. As always I truly enjoy your blog and your thoughts. I think it is your mind that truly makes makes you so desirable to me.

Your observation made me think carefully about myself. I think you have a courtesan, and you also have a hotwife…and then you have probably a mix of the two somewhere (maybe a courte-wife [I took the liberty of naming it]). When I look at myself, I definitely have been a hotwife, and then over time (and much to my conscious disagreement towards usage of the term) a courtesan too. I do not know which of the two roles dominate me. I can understand your conclusion is based on ‘what I have shared here’. But then there are so many others (actually what I have shared is a tiny bit of my life) that I haven’t shared and probably won’t either.While I agree with your conclusion, it is however limited to be based on only what has been shared here, and it is not the complete or the whole truth. Having said that I appreciate your effort to make the observation and do applaud your ability to observe and draw conclusions therefrom.:)

Sexiest blog . .!!

I will take that as a compliment. Thank you.

Wow shefali... have u ever tried writing an erotic novel... ur writing would put the bestsellers to shame... in fact , ur writing doesnt need the cock to be even touched coz its getting hard with just ur words... one question , have u ever tried with close relatives? If yes, hows the experience been?

Never been with a close ‘relative’ as such...however, my brother-in-law, as in my sister's husband and I had come quite close for a brief period of time before they migrated...and yes, it felt really good, though at times i would suffer from pangs of guilt.

Does your stag know of your other flings?

Mostly yes, but not all.

It’s not the same when there’s no growing old together,’ she replies. ‘Without that love is just heartbreak.“

True that.