Precisely!!!

That is the question, I now suspect it is more of the latter than I would have previously thought…

My wife and I had an incredibly interesting conversation last night, one that made me feel a little bit relieved actually. Which, in itself, surprised me. Yet another surprise in what has, so far, been a year full of them.

We have just returned from a little getaway, I took her to one of our favourite places for a few days, it is interstate, we had some quality time all to ourselves. As part of the treat she had a sensual massage, with a new masseur. She really liked him, she even said she finds him pretty sexy. She said the massage was heavenly, she did end up naked and he did rub her clit to give her a really nice orgasm. I think that is super sexy, as was her description of some of the stretching, the positions he had her legs in especially. My wife, legs wide open, totally naked with another guy’s hands all over her. It gives me chills. He had a hard-on too, she said she felt it against her hand, through his jeans. She gently rubbed it a little, as he gave her the orgasm. But, she didn’t have sex with him, she didn’t suck him and she didn’t even undo his jeans to take him properly in her hand.

I must admit, I expected it would either be a totally innocent deep tissue massage or an all out thing, where she ended up having sex with him. Given some of her pre-massage texts with him, about sensual options, and with her New Year’s resolution, I guess I really expected it would have been the latter. It almost didn’t make sense that she didn’t actually have sex with him, I wondered if he just didn’t do that with his clients but she said no, she was pretty sure they would have if she’d turned it that way.

Her resolution, to have a slutty year, probably goes down as the first of several surprises for the year, so far, and that is on top of the enormous surprises of the last few months of last year. It took my wife a very long time to dip her toes into the extramarital fun and games, in fact nothing lime it ever happening was something I had come to terms with. So, even though she has now had sex with a few new guys, the whole slutty thing really didn’t feel like it was her and, hence, it was quite a surprise.

I think one day I’ll post something here about how my fantasies evolved, how I went from saying I would have to be there, knowing everything that went on, then the shift to where I am now. I much prefer her being in control, I love the games she plays, messing with my head (and intense hard-ons), telling me snippets, teasing me until I feel like I’m about to burst. Then, when the moment is right, I sometimes get to hear it all (or as has been the case with one of the guys, join in on the fun).

There’s another deeper fantasy that has evolved, one I have shared with her. I am sure it is triggered by the gut flipping, exquisite and intense rush of jealousy I get every time I see or hear about her with one of her guy friends. There’s this thing, almost in the back of my mind, where I feel like I would love her to have a secret affair. Maybe it comes from before she did dip her toe in, it was almost something I hoped for, something I literally dreamed about.

Anyway, now she knows about it and we joked about making a bit of a game sometime. One where she starts something with a guy and deliberately leaves clues or hints, little things maybe, just to see how long it takes me to cotton on. Ha, I told her I could have some real fun with it if she started, imagine if I picked up on it but didn’t say anything, pretending I didn’t know while she pretended nothing was happening, continuing to leave her subtle little hints, thinking I had missed them.

That will probably not happen (now) but I did learn that my naughty little minx had something just like it planned and, on top of that, she had sort of flipped the game backwards on me. She did the opposite, she made me think more was going on than there actually was. I would have sworn on a stack of bibles that she’d had sex with five other guys in the month of January alone. She most certainly, and very deliberately, led me to believe that was the case, playing her own little game with my emotions and sexual arousal!

Her confessions, about tricking me, came after I asked her some more about that latest massage. I try not to push, I know she’ll tell me things in due course but I couldn’t really understand why it didn’t go further, given her resolution and all. Her answer, said with quite a few giggles shouldn’t have actually surprised me, it was very true to what she has said for a long time. She said he really is quite sexy, she really liked him but she would need to see him more, to make a connection, before she could have sex with him. That connection thing has always been key for her, something she said would make picking a guy up in a bar, or meeting gone from a dating site, almost impossible. She had built it with T, over several years. With G, he is a rare one, like me apparently. She had actually met him once before, and liked him (ok, she thought he was very sexy) plus T talks about him a lot. She didn’t need much more. She felt that connection with him really quickly, and she very soon had her hands full (literally) as she had her first ever threesome, with the two of them.

Now, back to the tricks. I thought she had sex with someone else G knows two days into the new year. She did have yet another threesome with G and T that very evening, but I was convinced this new guy had gotten lucky earlier in the day. I was certain she had told me she had sex with him. I asked her about the connection with him, how that happened so quickly. She laughed, a lot, and said she never even came close to having sex with him, she said she teased me a little bit, I jumped to a conclusion and she played along with it. The conversation went something like this, with lots of laughter mixed in.

“But you said he had a really fat cock and you had never felt one that thick before?”

She replied, I must admit she had stitched me up nicely. “Yes babe, I did. G was teasing me about him. He said he saw him checking me out several times and told me that maybe I should try get the poor guy to bed one day. G was the one who told me he has a really fat dick. I have never seen it and it would be true, if his is fatter than G’s, then I certainly haven’t ever felt one that thick.”

I had to concede, it was clearly one to L, I knew she was right. However, I had another question, or statement.

“But, you went skinny dipping with him, you must have seen it?”

“No sweetheart. I said he was in the pool when I got back to G’s house, nobody ever said he was naked. You asked if I went in the pool and I said yes. Well, I kinda did, I actually just sat on the edge with my legs in the water. You asked what I wore in the pool and I said well, I didn’t take a swimsuit with me did I? It’s not my fault you assumed that meant I went in naked is it? I tricked you my poor baby, and you fell for it.”

I made my last attempt to expose her as a lying, naughty girl. “You said he came really quickly.”

“Yeah, that was a tricky part. I think I actually said he wasn’t a stayer and he went home soon after. He did, he got out of the pool and left soon after.”

I told her I was pretty sure she said something about him cumming quickly, she admits she was having so much fun teasing me that she might have said something along those lines. Anyway, she most certainly won that round, she got me good there!

“He’s not the only one I might have tricked you about,” she said. She went away with G for a couples of nights recently, I was definitely under the impression that she’d had a threesome with him and another mate of his on the Saturday. This time I figured it out much sooner. In reality, she had only said his mate came over, that she liked him and they’d had a lot of fun. Again, she happily let me assume that meant so much more and I, blissfully unaware and totally aroused, thought she’d fill me in on the sordid details in her own good time.

But, I did realise there was something else. She had definitely said they might catch up again, I asked her about that and she said yes, they are going to. She was thinking she might have even have been able to make it a bit of a secret, play that game where she left little little hints. Darn it, I wrecked that one. Anyway, he does know the situation including that she and G have sex and they did exchange numbers. She even showed me some flirty texts they have sent to each other, they have talked about going on a date and she does think there’s a decent chance of a connection and more happening sometime.

Then there’s her regular massage guy, the one she has been seeing for months. She told me they started having sex two visits ago, was that a trick too I wondered. She took my cheeks in her hands, smooshed my face and looked close into my eyes.

“No babe, I actually did tell you I have been having sex with him and I have. But I have known him for many months now, I guess I made my connection. Just so you can be very clear on this, I have had lots of orgasms with him, I have had his dick in my mouth and my pussy and he has cum inside me twice.”

I agreed that it was clear, she certainly left no doubts there!

The last bit of the conversation was about that “slutty” resolution. She is absolutely right, she asked if I really thought she wasn’t actually being that way. She has had sex with three guys, she has an idea she might go on a date with another and just had a total stranger’s hands all over her naked body. On top of that, she has dirty talked a lot, and has told me all sorts of things about her real adventures. She is completely right, it has been a very slutty start to the year, just not as slutty as I believed for a while.

Yeah, I am actually happy about these revelations, it would be fair to say I’m a little relieved. I thought it was all so unlike her but now I see it is far less so than I thought. She has stayed true to herself, well, for the “connection needed” bit at least!

Well played my love, you really got me there. Hook, line and sinker.

PS the conversations aren’t word for word of course, just my recollection on how they went.

Before things umm, let’s say, got a little bit difficult for us, Louise finally paid the “new” guy J a visit. It’s Monday morning now, after a tricky start we ended up having a good day yesterday. We worked through things, we looked forward, booked a holiday and, from there, things got naughty. In short, a very short version, we talked about stopping this hotwife stuff, but neither of us actually want that, and that led to talking about J. We talked about her one time with him and we talked about a few things he had been saying to her, some other things he has “invited” her to do. More on that later.

Her visit to J’s place sounded crazy. So hot and so sexy. I’m weird I guess, I so wish I was there to see it but, conversely, not being there and having my imagination run wild feels like it makes everything even more intense and exciting. I made an off the cuff comment at one stage, I said I should write the story of how I picture some of what had happened. Louise loved the idea, I have written lots of things, for her, that I haven’t posted here. Most of them have been based on her real adventures but, also, some have been totally made up. They are usually based on dreams or a simple comment somewhere along the line). I sometimes send them to her when I’m away, some of them get her very turned on and I get some sexy comments in return. So yeah, she said I had to write it.

We had some nice, loving couple sex last night. Then I stayed up late, writing it. She read it once this morning, over breakfast. She’s gone to work now (I have a day off), before she left she told me my story was close in some ways but I had made it sound hotter than she even remembered it. So, here it is - based on reality but embellished by my dirty mind.

……….

It didn’t take long before your texts with him turned into some late night phone calls, he brought out a hidden side in you, the naughty girl had certainly surfaced but even you didn’t expect it to explode through it the way it did.

You always loved a slap on the arse, you sometimes wondered what taking it a little further would be like. He started to talk you into trying something, just come over and let me show you a few things, if you don’t like it we’ll stop immediately. There was even a safe word, one you came up with just in case he thought you were playing when you asked him to stop.

You went to his place on a Saturday afternoon, I was away, working late every night. You decided not to tell me your plans, you could see plenty of opportunities to twist me into a ball of knots with this one.

You were full of confidence on the phone the night before. After a few margaritas, you told him you couldn’t wait to show him what you could take and give out in return. The truth is you were a bundle of nerves when you stepped out of the cab, you almost told the driver to take you back home.

You could barely feel your legs as you made your way to his front door, you didn’t push the door bell, you were so nervous and figured could call another driver without him even knowing you had actually arrived.

You jumped when the door opened, startled at his unexpected presence, right there in front of you. It was like he had read your mind somewhere during those conversation, he had on your favourite outfit. A pair of blue jeans and nothing else. He looked even sexier than he had in the photos he’d shared, better even than the beach photo from his Facebook page.

Luckily, he had seen you walk up the steps to his very impressive looking house, he opened the door just before you would have turned to walk away. His smile helped too, he held the door open for you and you looked inside, wow, the staircase alone was amazing. You decided to go inside, you knew you could stop it at any time, you had seen in his face the confirmation you needed, he could be trusted.

“Hey, you look gorgeous,” he said. “I’m running a little late I’m sorry, I was just getting changed when you pulled up.”

You remembered your promise to yourself. During all that talk, the margaritas had made you brave and you were determined to take it up to him today.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you said, looking into his eyes. “Just blue jeans is my favourite outfit on a hunky guy like you.”

You let you fingers lightly graze his hip as you stepped inside the door. It was true, hunky was the right word. He must have last shaved the morning before, his dark stubble highlighted his dimples and his blue eyes. Oh yes, his shoulders and arms, your biggest visual aphrodisiac, they were even better than you imagined. You already pictured yourself touching them, the thought of running your hands along the big arms, over his tattooed shoulders and onto his muscular chest had you covered in goosebumps before you had even finished walking through his front door.

His house was stunning, you found it hard to believe there isn’t a woman in his life. Well, a permanent woman at least. The outdoor area was amazing too, he led you outside and sat you under a little cabana by the pool. A bottle of wine and two glasses were taken from a wide, glass doored under counter fridge, he must have remembered your favourite white.

“I take it one of these will be ok gorgeous, is it a little early for a margarita?”

Of course he knew of your margarita love, they would come later in the night. He had made up a food platter too, the two of you sat by his pool for two hours, just chatting and nibbling on the late lunch. The bottle of wine became two, you were just a little bit light headed and very care free when he reached down to take your foot, resting it in his lap, holding it with both hands. You had told him all about your love of massages, foot massages in particular, and were treated to a very special ten or fifteen minutes on each side.

He was in no hurry, he had a plan and he could tell you were becoming much more at ease. You had fully relaxed and had even started to pick up on a bit of the innuendo in things he said. He could see his “margarita girl” was awakening, it was only white wine but, even so, you were starting to be more like that late night phone call version of you.

You knew it too, after all you had arrived there with your own plan. Well, maybe it was more of an intent than a plan but, either way, you didn’t need that margarita to move beyond your flirty stage. You had decided you were ready to go inside and you turned your foot, just a little, so you could press your toes against the growing bulge in his jeans, making sure he knew it too.

He took your hand and said it was time to show you something. You followed, holding his fingers tightly, nervous again as he led you up those stairs and into a room at the back of his house. It was his own personal dungeon.

Despite your determination, and what you had said on the phone, your bravado had all fallen away. You happily and totally submitted to him. It was what you really wanted.

You stood there shaking as he slowly and gently undressed you. He didn’t make any moves to touch you as he exposed more of you, he just looked, those eyes at least telling you he liked what he saw. It was like he had gotten a bit lost in the moment too but, suddenly, he must have remembered his own words, the way he had described the control he would have over you. You saw a little smile, one that made those dimples pop as he changed gears, quickly becoming firmer. he was much more like the master you expected as he blind folded you and firmly guided you to the bed, the one you had noticed in in the corner of the room.

The sashes you had spotted soon had each of your limbs secured to a corner of the bed. You were on your back, spread eagled, heart pounding in your chest. You strained to see something through the tiny gap the blindfold left under each eye, but there nothing to see.

He left you like that for a good fifteen minutes, mostly he was quiet, all you knew was that he was there. Occasionally he made a noise, deliberately, keeping you tense, making you guess at what he was doing.

There was a swishing sound, it had to be one of his whips but what was he doing with it.

There was a ruffling sound, followed by the unmistakable sound of a kettle boiling water. What was that about you wondered? The goose bumps rose again, all over you, this time caused more by fear than any kind of arousal or sexual tension.

What was he doing?

There was more silence, then more soft noises, was he getting undressed?

Yes, that had to be a zip, he must be taking off his jeans.

Or was he, maybe he was putting something on?

More silence.

Then you jumped, startled as a drop of something hot landed on your thigh, right before you noticed a strong coconut fragrance, drawn into your nose and lungs by your heavy breathing.

It was at least two more minutes before the next drop landed, a little higher on the same leg. More drops followed, then it turned into a trickle as you finally realised it was warm oil that he was applying.

He massaged your legs then, he did it hard to, making you writhe under his touch. You were naked, your legs were pulled apart but he never touched you there, not then anyway, not during the massage.

Not even when he untied you and made you turn over before he tied you to the bed again, face down this time.

You waited a couple of minutes again, there were more mystery sounds before the ritual started again. First one drop of oil to the back of your thigh, it felt even hotter than the first time. Then another, and another, the drops turning into a trickle again. This time he covered your legs, arse and lower back in the hot, fragrant oil.

Once again the massage, blissfully hard, bordering on painful. Again you writhed under his touch, sticking your oily arse up into the air, as far as it would go with your arms and legs tied as they were, as he ran his thumbs deep into the muscle along the outsides of your legs.

Then he stopped, you were sure you heard him leave the room. The truth was that he went for a drink of water and a visit to the bathroom, he told you that later. He took his time, he knew you had no idea what would happen next.

He knew the anticipation, the tense fear would be building within you. Every minute he was gone.

You didn’t even hear him come back into the room again, you just heard that swish again, a fraction of a second before you felt it’s sting, on the left cheek of your oily arse.

Your first thought was that he had whipped your bottom but you quickly realised it wasn’t your pretty little bottom at all, it was your fucking arse that he had whipped and he owned as much of it as he liked.

You had been sacred but any thoughts of using the safe word vanished, all your fears, all your other thoughts and emotions were quickly replaced by nothing but intense excitement, you were desperate for that swish and the sting again, and he knew it.

It was a full five minutes before you were blessed with it, this time it landed in the middle of your right cheek. It was quickly followed by another, lower this time, it landed high on your right thigh, wrapping around your leg to sting you right where he had earlier probed so hard with his strong thumbs.

You’d cried out, just softly, with both of them. They stung, in a deliciously exciting way.

The fourth lash, which landed across both your arse cheeks, was met with more of a moan than a cry. He only gave you a few more at that point, one low on your leg, one on your lower back.

They were actually only very light, he was just testing you, exploring what you were capable of taking, looking for signs of how you felt about it.

You writhed again, pushing your arse into the air, he knew from that response that you were enjoying all of it, he could also see you were getting very wet, the glistening on your spread lips told him you were loving it.

The last one was harder, quite a lot harder. You moaned loudly that time, “oh fuck yes,” he heard you say, barely whispered after the deep, louder, guttural moan.

He knew he had you in exactly the right place.

You felt, rather than heard, him move to the side of the bed. You waited, you expected, no you wanted to feel the sting again, right on your arse. But no, you realised he was untying you, the ties to your right side went loose first, then he moved again and you felt the left side ones loosen. The sashes were still in place though, they were just no longer connected to the bed.

He said just one word.

“Stand.”

You did as you were told and he led you by the arm, firmly, across the room.

You had earlier noticed what looked like a wide, knee high, embossed leather ottoman. You realised that was what he had led you to. Guiding you by the arm, he positioned you at one of end of it before he firmly pushed against your upper back, commanding you to lie down. You heard him working and felt the ties on all four limbs tighten again. He had tied you so your torso laid across the leather top, your knees were on the ground, pulled apart by the manner in which he had retied you. You could touch the ground with your fingers, your chin could rest on the edge of the leather, you could feel the raised seam under it and realised your head was right at the far end of the piece of furniture.

You expected it then, the swish and the sting came, but this was different. It felt more like a smack than being whipped. You couldn’t help but moan, it felt so good. He did it again, and then again, over the next ten minutes you lost count but he smacked your arse another eight times, each one made the goose bumps rise and your pussy a little wetter.

Then he started to touch you, everywhere. His palms rubbed across your back, you arse and your head. His fingers probed you, they poked and kneaded, they were in your pussy before they were in your mouth. Soon after, you heard the zip again and you felt the unmistakable sensation of a hard dick pressing against your labia. You did not resist, you wanted it, you craved to feel him inside you.

Deprived of your sight, in a silent room, you just wanted to be fucked.

But not yet he had decided, you felt a finger, then his dick pushing against your arse, you did not want him in there but, more so, you were not going to say the word, not yet.

He read your response though, he could tell, he knew he would take your arse one day, just not today.

He moved again, this time he lifted the blindfold from your eyes as he knelt in front of you. It was the first time you had seen him in well over an hour, the leather pants he had put on were unzipped and his cock was briefly there, right in front of your face. But he stood back up, even before your eyes had adjusted to the bright lights of the room.

Swish, smack, the paddle you had seen in his hand landed on your arse, once again you gasped at the sting, the slaps were getting harder to take.

But still you enjoyed them so much.

He knelt in front of you again, almost without thought, acting on some sort of primal impulse, you strained forward and managed to make light contact, your lips briefly brushing the underside of his erect penis. He stood again, and moved away, this time returning with a multi strapped leather whip in his hand.

He ran those straps across your face, then flicked his wrist to give a light but stinging blow to the middle of your back.

He pushed the blindfold back down, taking away your sight again. You had no idea what would happen next, but when he knelt in front of you again you just knew it would only be for a brief moment.

It was a little different that time, he took the sides of your face in his hands and barely waited for your lips to part before he pushed himself into your mouth. You groaned loudly, sucking him in greedily, trying to hold him in place as you felt him start to slowly withdraw himself from your throat, your mouth and, finally, your lips.

You didn’t see him smile down at you, fondly, as you whimpered, wishing he was still in your mouth.

You desperately wanted more, if you had been in control you could have pushed him back onto that bed, you could have teased him with your tongue. You could have kissed the head of his dick and licked at the pre-cum you just knew you could have squeezed from him.

But you were blind, surrounded by silence as you could only imagine kissing your way up that hard, flat stomach. You knew you would bite his nipples, graze your teeth across his chin, feel his stubble on your cheek as you took him inside you.

That was what you wanted at that moment, just him. Inside you.

More than anything.

He knew it too. Your whimpers, the moans, the way you twitched at the tiny noises he made.

He moved to stand behind you. He dragged his toe across the carpet, the soft sound giving you enough information to know where he was. He saw the muscles in your back and thighs flex, as you involuntarily rolled your hips to offer yourself to him.

He quietly knelt behind you as he gazed at your open wetness, a mix of you and the oil offering him a treat that he was dying to taste. He kept his control though, as your master he knew it was time to take you, not taste you.

His cock twitched as he took himself in his right hand, squeezing, making his dick even harder as he lined up behind you.

He was ready to own you. You were ready to be owned.

We have just had a very interesting weekend, one I guess that I’m still trying to fully figure out. I certainly got confirmation that Louise being with Tom was a major contributor to when our sex life last went through the roof (just over twelve months ago). I’m sure the other stuff, with Grant and her massage guy Tony, all play a part but it is clearly Tom that really sends her over the top.

I think she may well have broken her record for most orgasms over the last few days.

I wrote earlier how they talked, then hooked up last Thursday night. Well, she saw him each day after that too. She spent a few hours with him on Friday night, then again on Saturday night and, finally, went to his place at lunch time yesterday (Sunday). I would say I’m not even close to knowing all the details, nor do I need to, but they had a lot of sex. Louise and I had a lot of sex too, the word insatiable clearly applies to how she has been the last few days. We made love Friday morning, we fucked hard and wild after she got home Friday night. We had a quickie bang Saturday afternoon, she rode me Saturday night and gave me a blow job yesterday morning.

I do always enjoy sex with Louise but, I gotta admit, I was nearly too worn out to go against last night. I did say nearly.

Whilst the sex was awesome, for me, I think the best part was our talk, starting yesterday morning and finishing in the afternoon. Haha, maybe I would not have been able to go that round last night without it.

I reckon Louise told me she loves me a hundred times over the weekend. She was very clingy, very touchy and just wanted to be close. Each night, in bed, I’d wake up finding I was right on the edge of the mattress, with her back pressured hard against me, or with her arm, or leg, draped across me.

So, our really good, honest talk started yesterday morning, over breakfast. With the absolutely not subtle change in her, I asked her to tell me if she is in love with Tom. It’s not that I felt or feel threatened, I was just trying to understand how he causes such a change in her.

She said no, she’s not. Then she said well, yes, in a way. She was thinking and trying to explain it to herself, let alone to me. In the end, after a lot of talking about it, she… actually it’s we… we think she does love him, in some way at least. She said she is not mad crazy in love with him, like she is with me, but she certainly feels more than just a friendship kind of bond with him. She likes what goes in his head, they tease each other mentally as well as physically and she said that really reinforces the connection she feels to him.

But, there’s something very strong from a physical sense as well, something that surprised her at first.

Louise has always said that I am “her type.” I have always struggled to get it, completely at least. For me, I like all different kinds of women. Tall and lean, pocket rockets, blondes, brunettes, all different sorts of women can appeal to me. I guess if I absolutely had to choose, I would go for a blonde, with good size boobs and a bit of arse. I’m sure that is influenced by Louise, she is like that after all but the main point here is that I find all sorts of women fucking sexy. Louise though, she’ll turn her nose up at a slim ripped guy with abs all over him but will go for a guy with big arms, a beard, hairy chest and a bit of dad bod. That’s the kind of sexy she has always said she likes. Tattoos too, she likes a few tatts. In fact, the biker type is a good description for a guy that will catch her eye.

Then there’s Tom. I must say I haven’t paid his physical appearance all that much attention, but I do know he has always been fit looking. He has always done a lot of swimming, and other exercise, so he is in good shape. He is always clean shaven and doesn’t have any hair on his chest (or his back, LOL). I would have said he has skinny arms, skinny legs too and just didn’t ever really see how he’d appeal to her.

So, I asked about it and Louise gave me her real take on his physical appearance. I didn’t write notes but my recollection is that it was something like this.

I was wrong, apparently. He is lean but he has big, muscly upper arms, chest and shoulders. Makes sense given his swimming I suppose. He also has a muscly back and, yes, a good six pack. She was hesitant at first, not sure what I wanted to hear. But then she described how she likes to rub his shoulders and arms, either when they’re lying together or when she is on top of him. Similarly, when he is on top of her (missionary) she likes to have her hands on his arms, she said she really gets off on feeling his arms while he is looking into her eyes.

Apparently he wasn’t like it on Thursday, but she likes how he keeps himself well groomed down below, manscaped. Again, it wasn’t something I noticed but she said he usually keeps any hair there right down to a minimum, with just a bit of short stuff above his dick as the norm.

She got turned on telling me all of that. I got to feel just how turned on too, it was my suggestion that she call him to see if he was free for lunch. It wasn’t his weekend with his kids so he was indeed, and he was keen to see her again. Before she left, I asked her to try to take note of one thing, something about him or some interaction between them, something that turns her on and something that is different to anything with me. I didn’t really know what I was after, other than just trying to understand something, I guess, a little bit deeper.

I’ll write about it next but, when she got home, she told me knew on the way over what it would be. I would never have guessed, it literally would have been at the bottom of my list but, apparently, our shy Tom gets quite vocal in the heat of the moment. Very vocal sometimes.

I can’t help but wonder what else is on your bucket list @causeidalreadyknow 🔥

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The fact is, 90% of owners don't want to be in a room with a dying pet. People leave so as not to see their animal leave.

But they do not realize that it is in these last moments of life that their animal needs them the most.

Veterinarians ask owners to be close to animals until the very end. "It is inevitable that they will die before you. Remember that you noted the center of their lives. Maybe they were just a part of you. But they are also your family. Even if they are is difficult, do not leave them.

Don't let them die in a room with a stranger in a place they don't like. It is very painful for veterinarians to see how pets do not find their owners in the last minutes of their lives. They don't understand why their master left them.

After all, they needed their master's consolation. Veterinarians do everything possible so that the animals are not so scared, but they are completely alien to them. Don't be a coward because it's too painful for you.

Think of the animal. Bear this pain out of license for them. Be with them until the end."

✨️ Association of animal lovers ✨️

True…

This! 💋

Maybe not ashamed as such but we have had a few times where Louise has said “oh my gosh” the next morning. Most importantly, they are all dirty little secrets we share together, even if I wasn’t there at the time or, occasionally, even if I don’t know about it for a while. With all I write here, the best parts are what we share together, we have hot, loving sex ten times more often together than times where other guys are involved. We share amazing, intimate moments that none of them experience. There can be looks between us, in all sorts of places, that nobody could possibly begin to understand. Our adventure is very much about sharing her with other guys but it is so much more than that.