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Have u ever forced to have sex ? If yes share ur experience

Never been forced exactly, but yes a couple of times it wasn't exactly with my consent. I mean I knew I don't have the option to refuse but still took time to adjust to the fact that I would need to entertain him on his demand.Having said that I must also add that over a period of time it was a matter of pleasure for me too and I didn't find it very difficult, rather was enthused enough to let him play on demand.

Hi Shefaali,

Thanks for sharing your stories here and as I saw others posting, I am glad you came back as well ;)

Your writing style is very engaging and I love reading your blogs and you are a very good writer (even if you just dump your thoughts :p).

And I just wanted to ask if you enjoy being the center of attention for multiple men together? :)

Hello,

I really do not know if I ever got to answer this ask. I am thankful to you for the kind words. There have been times (not very frequent though) when I was fortunate to be the centre of attention of more than just one man.

I guess the only way I can be with you is thru your stag? How can I befriend him

You can't.

Love to be ur stag

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

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.

Thanks for considering my request, super excited and hugely turned on already ;) waiting for the rest of the story...

I am writing this for you. Enjoy.

If sex with men other than my husband makes me guilty of infidelity, then yes, I am guilty. But I have learned over time to keep love and lust separately. My love (and the associated sex) is reserved for my husband, who by the way is amazing when it comes to get me to suffer a mini-death with every orgasm; but I also have a stag who shares me with other bulls…and I do equally enjoy the other parallel life.

Thank you!

I am thankful to the 17,600+ members who have been following my posts for their encouragement and compliments.

While I do not desire to either close or log out of this account, I understand Tumblr may be thinking in a different way. It’s an executive decision and whether I agree to it or not is not material. We need to abide by it because we are after all ‘free’ users of the service.

So, once again, a big note of thanks to each of the 17600+ members who considered to follow my posts and encourage me to share more. If my account remains here, we shall meet again, else, this parting is well made.

Auf wiedersehen.

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...