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Every time, no matter how hard.

Even if it's hard, it's important 🙏

Turns out pets also have last wishes before they die, but only known to vets who endorse old and sick pets. Twitter user Jesse Dietrich asked a vet what the worst part was. most difficult of his work.

The specialist replied without hesitation that the hardest thing for him was to see how old or sick animals looked for their owners before falling asleep.

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 ✨️

Sometimes my Louise surprises me with how quickly she gets into something. It’s not always like that, far from it actually, especially when it has come our extra-marital fun and games. Last night though saw one of those times, she was a couple of margaritas in and texting on her phone. I could tell she was up to something but had no idea what. Was she talking to Tom perhaps? Maybe even Grant? Somebody else?

We went to bed soon after, she actually dragged me there, telling me she wanted to ride my dick. And ride it she did, whatever had happened had obviously got her all hot and bothered. I chose not to ask, I have come to learn that things are more fun when I let her control what she tells me.

She was on top of me, she came really quickly (the first time) then decided to let me know what she had been up to.

“I was texting with Tony earlier you know.”

Tony is her regular massage guy.

“We got a little bit dirty too.”

She was baiting me and I had no problem talking the bait. I asked her to tell me more. She went on with the dirty talk, telling me she told him she has been really horny for a few days and was looking forward to having his hands all over her and his dick in her mouth. It turns out the only part of it that was true is that she has been really horny the last few days, we have our little six out of ten game to thank for that, reliving some memories and looking forward to making news ones has certainly wound her up.

She showed me the real text exchange this morning. Whilst it might not be like she told it last night, it is incredibly hot, hotter than I had even imagined. I’m not copying it directly but it went something like this, after the first few intro and hello type messages.

L: I’m really looking forward to Wednesday gorgeous.

T: I’m glad to hear it, I hope I can make it a good session for you.

(Probably a hint that he’s hoping to fuck her this week).

L: I’m sure you will, is there any chance we can make it a double?

(Asking for a two hour appointment, instead of the hour she had booked)

T: Of course we can, you know I love your double appointments, you’ve got my hopes up now!

L: Have I just? Tell me, what are you hoping for?

T: Haha, I think you know. maybe a little bit of extra fun?

L: Oh no mister, you know me better than that. Tell me properly.

T: If only you see how embarrassed I am. And, honestly, how hard I’m getting.

T again: Ok, I can see your playing that game…

T again: I want to lick your pussy this week, make you cum with my tongue instead of my fingers.

L: Mmm, that sounds nice, can’t it be both?

T: Of course it can, always.

T: I meant to say all ways.

L: Yes, all ways. With your fingers, your tongue and your dick.

L again: Tony, I want to ask for something special this week, can my husband come along, to watch? Like we talked about.

T: Yes, of course he can. Do you mean not for the massage lesson, just to watch?

L: Yeah, just watch. Massage then more. I have some ideas to make it really fun for him and for us.

There was a couple more messages before they ended with her promising to call him tomorrow, to talk about her ideas. She knew she would show me the messages and didn’t want to give it all away.

I can’t believe how nervous I am, even after what I have had the privilege of being part of over the last year. Watching her get a massage was the subject of a dream that started my whole fantasy, for years it was my biggest desire and now it is about to happen. In a way, I am almost terrified about Wednesday, I have never even met this guy plus I don’t know what she has in mind. Terrified but so excited too, I can’t wait.

True…

This! 💋

Yep, exactly.

Thinking back to about three weeks ago and I was on the verge of deleting this whole blog. It felt stupid, it felt wrong and I guess I figured I was just done talking about the fun things. I wrote a whiny post, but deleted that before it even went up. I suppose I’m glad I didn’t now. For one, it has become a bit of a record of the fun we’ve had, then it touched on something that has taken some working through and now, thankfully, I have several more things that I want to write.

I really want to tell the more real side of what happened with J, as I said my last post was a blend of my overactive imagination and what really happened. I am also dying to get down a little bit about something they (Louise and J) have talked about, something I still don’t really believe she will do. I am fast learning not to underestimate a couple of things though - her capacity to surprise me and her out of this world, exploding sex drive.

None of that relates to her earlier affair by the way, that’s another topic. There is probably just one more thing, on that topic, that I’ll touch on sometime.

But first, and what I’ll get on with here, is something we talked about last night. She had actually started the conversation about a week ago, when she said something like if I was truthful I would admit that I think the sluttier she is the better. Something like that. We weren’t exactly in looking ahead mode at that time, it was more of a “told you so” kind of thing to say. Last night was different.

She told me about the thing her and J had been discussing again, I asked her if she was seriously considering it. She didn’t exactly answer me, as is her way. Instead she used it to turn around the conversation, so that she could ask me some questions. We had already booked our little May getaway and we had already gone past the point where we had decided neither of us wanted things to stop. She started to ask me how far was too far, under the guise of “understanding my limits,” she said. I said there was some sick stuff that was definitely way past my interest limit, I made her laugh and then nearly made her gag with a couple of them, that part was fun.

I did say that I like to think I would try my hardest, my very hardest, to do anything she really wanted to do. After all, she has been living out my wildest fantasies, I feel a bit of payback would be warranted. I guess she was really trying to understand a few things though, she did want to explore limits.

“Ok, would you suck Tom’s dick if I asked you to?”

I said I’d prefer not to and, besides, I know full well he wouldn’t have me within a foot of it. Maybe even further.

“Right, what about Grant’s? Or someone else’s?”

If I had to strap on a lie detector and state my choice, then I would choose to suck a dick before I let one anywhere near my arse. So that’s what I told her.

“That’s a yes then,” she said.

“Ok, if your life depended on it then yes, it’d be a yes. But I’d still rather you put a drawing pin in my nipple.”

I figured she’d laugh at that, but she just looked more thoughtful. It was almost scary.

“What about a strap on, me doing you with one that is?”

I sighed, deliberately and loudly. “Sure, as long as it was a small one.”

“Ok then,” she said, exaggerating the look of taking mental notes on that one. I am confident she won’t do it by the way. I’ll keep telling myself that too.

She got a bit serious for a few minutes then. She asked me about another woman, if I wanted to be with one. For the umpteenth time I said no.

“Not even for a bit of revenge?” she asked. “I would hate it but I will let you if you want to.”

It’s not what I want. I reiterated my usual stance, I don’t want that. I did add, as I have done from time to time, unless it was a threesome with you and another woman and you wanted it.

“Not happening.”

I already knew that.

She went a bit quiet for a while, obviously thinking of the hurt stuff. I figured patience and quiet was my best option at that stage.

“I’m sorry babe,” she said after a short while. “I had more.”

She got my best impression of a sexy, reassuring smile in return.

She asked me if i remembered the afternoon in the pool, the day with Tom, Grant and I. I assured that yes, I totally and absolutely remember it.

“Does three guys count as a gang bang?”

My phone was handy, I actually searched for “how many giys needed for a gamg bang.” Thankfully, google figured out what I meant. I was able to inform her that Quora, Reddit and even Wikipedia seemed to agree that three or more guys, with one woman, would indeed be deemed a gang bang.

“Ha,” she said, “so I’ve had a gang bang.”

“And you’ve been in one too,” she added a few seconds later.

She was thinking about something, I was very fucking intrigued. I waited.

“Different question then… umm (she was hesitant)… how many guys would you think are too many… you know, to gang bang me?”

“Twenty five,” I said, without the slightest bit of hesitation. You should have seen how wide her eyes went.

“Really… twenty fucking five. Twenty fucking five would be too many.”

“Yeah, I think so babe, well and truly.”

The penny dropped.

“Righto, smarty pants. How many is one too many then?”

I couldn’t think of any trick ways to answer the question when it was put that way. So I told her my truth, I said I don’t really know. I said more than three is clearly fine, “hot as fuck” I added.

“Any number where they stand around, go for a beer or a sleep, come back for seconds feels like too many.”

I actually didn’t want to say, I really wanted to hear where she was going with this, what her limits would look like. I desperately didn’t want to ruin the chances of hearing her real number by saying something lower. I stalled, I ummed and I avoided answering.

“How about ten then, is that too many?”

The look on her face suggested she was hoping I’d say it was, at least that was how I read it.

“Fuck babe, it does feel like a lot to me, when I think about it. If you really wanted to go that far we could talk about it I guess.” It does actually feel a bit too far out there but I didn’t want to slam the door shut.

“Eight?”

“Eight, ten, what’s the difference?” I asked.

“Good,” she said. Clearly I had said something right there. Not all that intentionally I might add.

Haha, she hasn’t read these posts for a long time by the way. I just send her the really hot memes and screen shots of other sexy stuff.

“What are you thinking?” I asked, I figured I’d treaded water enough by then.

“Yeah, something like that too. Four or maybe even five might be fun.”

“Six?” I asked. I suddenly wanted to know if there was actually a hard limit on this thing. I believed I had also figured out where this was coming from. Finally, it should have been obvious actually, it was from her conversations with J.

“Possibly… if they were all sexy… and they’d have to be gentle.”

She meant so she wouldn’t get too sore, at first I wasn’t certain that was it, so I checked. Sorry, guy thing, just making sure I understood.

This is getting long now, but it has been fun to write. She didn’t ask me any more questions, we kinda lost track of that part of our conversation. We did, however, get back onto the being slutty part of the conversation, once she established that a gang bang with, say, three or four guys (she toned it down a little), unfortunately none of whom would be me, would not be considered too slutty by me.

To wrap this up, it all led to her telling me that she liked my little lists. First she said she is absolutely going to do everything left on that list, I haven’t said anything but I am dying to know if she even remembers that list includes an FFM threesome. Surely she has forgotten.

Anyway, she said she will do the rest of the list and will add things to get it back to a total of ten. Wow. She actually has six to go, but I feel like I want to say a couple more have been done, just to see what she would add to the list herself. I asked her how she felt about me doing a new list as well, she could tell I was thinking of almost evil things for her to do. She is very fearful of being arrested you know!

So, now I wait. If I know my Louise, this list will take a long time to write. I actually shouldn’t even get my hopes up, it may not ever even happen. Fingers crossed.

Talking Part 4 - Louise’s fantasy.

I mentioned another guy earlier, one we met through friends and some puppy training days we went to. About a year before Louise gave Tom the first blowjob, she did some pretty sexy texting with this guy. The bits I saw were heavily flirty, with lots of innuendo and, towards the end, some talk about which one would wear the other out in the bedroom. He sent her some photos of some bondage gear, she sent him a bikini photo and he returned serve with a pretty sexy (even raunchy) action photo.

I have a copy of that photo, in a way I wish I could caption it and post it here. That, however, would be a betrayal of both him and Louise so I’ll have to settle for a description instead.

There is a girl on her hands and knees on a bed, she has a mask on and some sort of choker collar, apart from that she is naked. The guy in question, I’ll call him J for now, is standing to the side of the bed, with his impressive looking cock in the girl’s mouth. He has a whip in his hand, a little one that looks like a horse riding crop. Another guy is standing to the right of the picture, just in view. He has a good hard-on happening and is also holding a whip, one of those with multiple leather looking straps, I think they’re called floggers. A chain from her collar disappears off the edge of the photo, I assume he is holding it in his other hand.

At the time, I encouraged Louise to meet J. I thought he would be perfect, he is actually a good looking guy - tall, dark haired, very fit looking and I was sure he would be completely discrete. Louise couldn’t do it though, at the time I knew she “chickened out” mostly through fear of our friends finding out and, also, she just was not ready to step outside of our marriage.

Starting with our beach conversation, I have also recently learnt that it was also because she did not believe I could actually handle what I was saying I wanted. There was good reason too, one day I want to write about some earlier Tom stuff which we have talked about, that played on her mind as did some jealous reactions she saw from the J texts that she did show me. In the end, it was too much uncertainty and she told J that she was sorry for leading him on and that she couldn’t cheat on me (she did not tell him anything about my fantasies).

There was some more texts, one I did not see, apparently they got a little more to the point. She deleted them, again due to uncertainty about some of my reactions. In those texts, J described the situation a little more than you could tell from just the photo. The guy to the right is a colleague, from another firm but working in the same field of their profession. The girl works in that guy’s office. What is unseen in the photo is a third guy, the one who took the photo. It was a bit of a “der” moment for me, I hadn’t even thought about another person being there, but it is obvious neither of the two guys in the picture took it. Anyway, the guy that took the photo is the girl’s boyfriend.

To me that is just more news that J would have been totally cool with what I hoped for but, as they say, no use crying over it now.

Oh, I guess it goes without saying that all three guys fucked that girl that night and, apparently, it wasn’t their first time. Lucky girl, lucky guys I say.

In short, and she did beat around the bush getting to this point, Louise revealed to me that she fantasises about being that girl. She has always had a thing for a good smack on the arse, add that to her enjoyment of a few threesomes (and one foursome I added) and she started to wonder how much fun it would be.

Obviously she has my full encouragement to try and fulfil this newly revealed fantasy. In fact, I’d say I almost begged her to do something to make it happen. I offered to look online, find some dungeon master type dude to take her to, or to “advertise” for someone to show us the ropes. Haha, literally and figuratively.

I know she’s not going to go for that, not the latter option at least. But, and it’s a huge development in my opinion, she has sent J a couple of texts since our little talk on the beach. I got to have a read of them all last night. They are still comparatively innocent but they get just a little flirty towards the end. She started off by saying hi and told him she was playing with our dog and wondered how his was getting on (the dogs are actually litter mates). His is going well and they still catch up with one of the other litter mates for a play every now and then. I mentioned that this could be a good leg in for her to meet up with J. She told me to read on.

She did indeed mention that and they talked about catching up at the beach sometime. J, who clearly has no problem in coming forward, said he hoped she would wear the bikini from the photo. Louise said it had fallen apart so she’d have to wear a different one to which he replied he hoped it was as sexy. He asked for a new photo and she said maybe sometime, but she’d need to have a few margaritas first (talking naughty after a few margaritas was part of their banter from a couple of years ago).

That’s it for now, it’s wait and see what happens time. Louise says she still doesn’t know but, let’s say, I feel more than just a little bit hopeful. She virtually mauled me in bed last night, after we talked about it, and included a fair bit of dirty talk about J, his big dick and his whips while she did so. She wants it, now it’s just a case of seeing if she’ll go through with it.

I’m betting she will.

Something new💋

Actually, I think it’s eleven now. I’ll have to check if all of them came in her mouth though…

Should I make a comeback? Will base my decision on number of people that reblog this post, and possibly the comments 😘.