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Well. Louise has delivered her list, she has even included some commentary that, in my mind, spices things up even more. We did discuss the number in the list before she finished it, she thought she had less left to do from my original list of ten (two or three, not six). She hadn’t actually come up with seven or eight so it has ended up being a list of twelve. She did say I could choose two to drop off if I wanted, any two except the first one. Haha, as if that is going to happen. This is a copy and paste of what she sent, all I have edited is J’s name and added a few comments in brackets.

1. Have my husband wear a small, tight speedo on the beach. I just want to see you squirm but, I return, I will wear the bikini of your choice. Conditions - this will be during our getaway, the bikini has to be one I already own. (Bloody bitch, but I’ll do it and yes I will squirm. I wonder if she remembers that she has some very small wicked weasel bikinis and some extremely “see through when wet” ones. I feel she is putting too much trust in me, thinking I would be too embarrassed to make her wear one. We will see who squirms the most - mind you we haven’t been speedo shopping yet, I should see the outcome before I make statements. Wait, I should also check too see if she hasn’t hidden or got rid of those bikinis. Game on babe.).

2. Do the card night at J’s. I am scared about this one but it gives me serious goose bumps and I have decided I want to do it.

3. A gang bang. I figured I’d just come out and say it. Thinking about it gets me seriously turned on. If you are ok with it, I want to do it without you there, just so I can relax and really let go. I am sure I will like it and we can do another one with you there if you want to, J said he wants to meet you and he’ll love to do both. Tell me and drop this if it is too much.

4. Have sex in the dunes. I want to do this with you first and, maybe, do it with a stranger too. Your idea of me going for a walk with someone, getting out of sight and you not knowing what I’m doing is really sexy.

5. Do something with that guy at the beach. A blowjob maybe? He could be the stranger in the dunes. Or not. This one is conditional on you having the guts to ask him though. (We were at the nude beach a few weeks ago, a guy walked past us. He was fully naked, heading off for a walk along the beach, it goes for miles. I just figured he might be her type and, also, he has a rather large, fat cock. I told her about him and when I saw him heading back our way, I said she should check him out. She did and I was right, she did find him attractive. I told her she should fuck him, she told me she’d think about it, I thought she was just teasing me. This whole stranger thing is very new).

6. A wild card for you, I really want you to choose something. I doubt that I can’t ever get over my feelings of guilt but I think this will help. Whatever you want, with me, without me, for you, for me. Seriously, anything.

The other six, the ones from my silly, original list that aren’t done yet. I still can’t (or don’t) really believe it, but she said she is determined to do them. There’s no timeline or plan, just determination. I’ll say one thing, if I know Louise that will be enough.

7. Give two guys just a blowjob only.

8. Have an MFF threesome (she even knows there’s a difference between FMF and MFF, she said this has nothing to do with her guilt either, she has always been coy about it and has now said she wants to do it. Now for the hard part, finding the couple for her to do it with).

9. Go braless in public while wearing something a bit see through. (A while ago, I would have said this was no chance, more unlikely that the sex ones even).

10. Have sex with a stranger. (Probably covered by one or two of her new list but we’ll leave it here just in case, she can always tick off multiples).

11. Let a guy feel your bare boobs. (this should actually be easy, if she follows through on the card night thing with J, more about that later).

12. Answer the door bottomless.

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.

We had been on the phone, talking about the massage she’d had that morning. It was the first time she had taken things a little further with him, starting off with him being naked too. It was a bit of a surprise for me, even though I had hoped for escalation she had previously said she didn’t think he was really her type. That changed as she got to know him and as he got to know her body. I texted her a goodnight message and said I was very happy she’d had a good time. This was one of her quick fire replies.

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Unbelievable.

The most amazing, stranger than fiction thing has happened over the last couple of days. The story started to unravel yesterday morning and, then, all was told this morning.

Our neighbours, on the left side as you face the street, are what I’d classify as pretty good friends. We have known them, Alan and Anna, for nearly twenty years now. We used to spend a fair bit of time together, when the kids were all younger but, nowadays, we would probably only catch up for a barbecue a couple of times a year. Of course we see each other outside, wave and say hello, stop for a chat and so on.

There has been a couple of times, over the years, when I have raised my suspicions with Louise, about Alan and Anna and, well, whether they might be into the same kind of things that we’ve been up to lately. Hotwifing I guess, or even swinging. The first time was on a very hot summer night, they were at our place for one of our then regular drinks and nibbles catch ups. It was way, way before Louise ever did anything with another guy, in fact I’d say it was probably before I had even confessed to my fantasies. The kids had finished doing their best to empty the pool, they’d eaten and were all inside watching a movie in our home theatre room. I remember I got up and threw the hose in the pool, commenting on how inviting the water looked. Anna said something about going home for a swimsuit to which Alan said since when did she ever need one to jump in someone’s pool. There was a bit of banter, including some light hearted urging from me and then, Alan “double dared” her.

I am certain he was as shocked as I was when she got up and said “fuck you Alan,” before stripping off to jump in the pool.

These days, I’m certain Louise would have joined her but, back then, I just got one of those looks when I suggested it. One that clearly said “don’t go there.”

Unfortunately, I had my back to the pool so I couldn’t really look much, not without being an obvious perve anyway. On the flip side, I did get a pretty decent view from a reflection in a large set of windows and glass doors we have, especially when she got out of the pool and dried off. Back then, Anna was quite curvy and, I must admit, looked pretty darned sexy all naked in my backyard that night.

Over the years, I guess through familiarity, Alan has made some pretty suggestive comments to Louise. It was like that double dare moment, he’s just that kind of guy who says a lot of shit that most of us only think, without saying. We were at a street party one night, Louise did look very sexy in a summer dress and Alan told her he would like to sneak her behind the big tree and have his way with her. Another night, at their place, he put his arm around her and asked her to go to the bedroom with him. It was always done in a way that could be made into a joke but I had always said to Louise that I thought he meant it.

Interestingly, in the early days of us talking about my fantasies, Louise did say that Alan was the kind of guy that she could have seen herself having sex with, if not for the fact that he was married and, also, if not for her being married herself.

Over the last couple of years, Anna has lost quite a lot of weight and there’s no way she could be described as curvy now, more like tall and lean. She dresses like she feels sexy too, far more so than she used too. She is often outside in a small pair of shorts and a t-shirt, or very tight yoga pants. Which brings me to the next little indicator, or point of my suspicions.

She was away in Bali, on a girls trip with her best friend, and she posted a photo of herself on social media. She had on one of those dresses that cannot do anything but turn heads. It was short enough to be sexy just for that, but it also had one of those plunging necklines, one that lets you know there simply cannot be a bra under there and one that can only stay in place with boob tape. Anna does have small boobs, and I have no idea if anything fell out that night but that dress is not the kind you would usually see a married woman, or even a woman of her age, wearing out on the town. The photo only needed a caption to be right at home in amongst the thousands of hotwife blogs here on tumblr!

So, yeah, there has never been anything firm, just some suspicions on my behalf. To be honest, I mostly just figured Alan fancied himself as a bit of a player and some of his outwardness just rubbed off on Anna.

………….

Then, yesterday morning happened. I was sitting here, as I am now, at the keyboard, and had started to write about the questions Tom had asked Louise the day before. I had racked my brain for a while, trying to remember them. I had written about four of them (there’s still a couple to go before I post it) and figured I should get off my backside and get some work done.

I am pretty sure I have written here before about my work and how I sometimes have to go away. Well, one benefit of my slightly longer trips (of a couple of weeks) is that I get to take a week off work when I get back, to give me my worked weekends back. I’m on one of those week off periods right now and had decided I was going to get up onto the roof and do a bit of sadly needed painting on a bit of wood work. I hate painting, it’s hard to motivate myself to do at the best of times and yesterday, being in a mood that made me much more inclined to play on tumblr and write stories, it was as hard as it ever gets.

But, I’d decided to do it, so I forced myself to get up there and `I reckon I had been at it for something like thirty or forty minutes when I saw Anna heading towards their mailbox. Whilst she really still isn’t the type that I’d go out of my way to get a look at, she certainly did catch my eye. She was wearing a white long sleeve shirt, almost like a guy’s business shirt. It was loose on her and see through enough to make out the curve of her hips underneath it. Then she did something that made my chin hit the floor or, more accurately, the roof of my house.

As she bent to check the mail, she turned her arse towards me, so it was almost directly pointing at me. Then, bending over to look inside the back of the letter box, she pulled the back of the shirt up, exposing her bare bum to me. She gave a bit of a wiggle before standing up straight, then turning to look straight back in my direction. I truly believed it was all for my benefit, I was truly dumbfounded and had no idea what had brought it on but none of that made me think she had done it for anyone but me.

Not until she turned around, spotted me on the roof, shrieked, dropped all the mail, swore, said sorry, waved and ran towards the front door of their house. I jumped myself, when she shrieked, luckily without spilling anything from the tub of paint I was holding or without dropping the brush from my other hand. I think I mumbled a sorry myself, although I doubt she heard it over her own swearing, yelling and with all that was going on.

I reckon I was still standing there, puzzled, wondering what the fuck had just happened when she came outside, maybe five minutes later. She had come out the back this time, where I was on the roof was adjacent to the side of their house, and she called to me from behind. Once again, I jumped and nearly dropped the paint tub. She asked me if I had a minute, she wanted to explain what had happened. I covered my paint tub, wrapped my brush and climbed down the ladder before meeting her at the low part of the fence that runs between our two driveways.

First off, yes, she was really embarrassed. She said she had been straight on the phone to Alan, it was all his fault, him and his stupid dares and he was killing himself laughing when she called him about what had happened. At that stage I was still not quite catching on and, I reckon right about then, my phone pinged with a message from him (Alan).

“Has my wife explained her lewd and inappropriate actions yet? Don’t go easy on her!!” It was following by a string of laughing emojis, it did seem like he was having a good times with things.

I showed Anna the text, she was still blushing profusely but managed to laugh at the same time. She said things like I’m going to kill him, it was all his fault and, on top of it, she could not stop apologising.

I did tell her there was not need to apologise. There actually really wasn’t, I may well be the last person on earth who would get offended by seeing a woman’s bum. I told her that too. She managed another laugh and added that it wasn’t like I hadn’t seen it before. That was true, albeit mostly via a reflection and it was a much bigger bum back then. I did not say anything about that last bit!

Anyway, it turned out Alan had been feeling frisky, he dared to go get the mail wearing just her new beach cover up (that’s what it was, and it was still all she had on too). May I add it is see through enough to show more than a hint of nipple and I was wishing for a change of angle, I’m sure getting the sun behind her would have been very revealing. But there was no such luck.

Back to the dare, he was watching her, live, over their security camera feed. There is one right on the corner of their garage, which put me almost at the same angle and hence the direction of the butt flash. She told me he had seen her drop the mail and run inside, figuring she had been somehow sprung and was ready and waiting for her to call to tell him off.

It had all turned out to be a funny situation and she was laughing quite hard (Anna is one of those people who laughs loud by the way), especially when I told her I genuinely thought she was flashing her butt at me. She couldn’t stop apologising for that and I couldn’t tell her enough that she could trust in knowing I did not mind in the slightest.

“You must think we’re weird,” she said between giggles.

So, I told her no, I didn’t and gave her a little confession of my own. I told her how I often dare Louise to do little things like that (I left it low key) but had not thought of using the security cameras to watch from afar. I actually have thought of it, many times, I just haven’t caught her in the right moment yet.

Anna was interested, she laughed again and told me she wanted to know some of them, what type of dares do I get her to do. So, I told her a few, including walking back from the beach with a dress and no bikini bottom and a night time streak to touch the road once. I also told her how I had been trying to get her to answer the door in something a bit see through, like Anna herself was dressed at that moment.

“Oh my god,” she said, “Alan got me to do the fucking pizza dare once, with room service in the Crown Hotel in Melbourne.”

She told me some details too, how she’d done the whole wrapped in a towel thing, and let it fall off as the guy passed her with the trolley.

I have never actually spoken to Anna like we did then. Alan is always flirty with Louise and she, as usual, is often quite flirty back. I’m just not normally like that, I really am usually a bit too shy, but it felt different with Anna there and then. I told her I thought it was all very sexy and, also, how I was going to find work to do on my roof every day now. She told me that it would be likely I’d spring her nude sunbathing in the backyard if I did and, you know what, I’m pretty sure she was serious too.

Well, I have run out of time to write more now, but that was pretty much the interaction of yesterday morning. She gave me a hug, told me she was glad I was ok with what had happened and, equally, glad we both saw the funny side of it all.

I did manage to tell her once more that I saw the sexy side too, something made me want to reinforce that. It was true and it felt like it would make sure she was fully at ease with everything. Oh, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I found the whole conversation sexy enough to have experienced quite a bit of sunwards blood flow diversion too. I didn’t tell her that of course.

Hmm, maybe I should have?

There’s much more to tell later. This morning was way more interesting, revealing and challenging than yesterday was!

Short stories

A lot has happened since I last wrote something, in early February. So very much. I could probably a long (and boring) story about it all but I’ve decided I’m just going write myself some short notes about it all, see if/how well I can piece it together. Relatively short anyway.

In 2019, I suspected Louise was fucking Tom. I came to believe it wasn’t true. I was right all along, at least about that.

It was a few days into February. Louise and I were sitting out the back, having a drink after dinner. She laughed at something on her phone, when I asked her what was funny she handed it to me. She told me to have a look, she needed to go in and clean up the kitchen.

She had been texting Tom and their talk had gotten onto Grant. I have recently learnt that Tom can be quite a bit dirtier than I gave him credit for. The three of them had some fun when Grant came home for our January long weekend, that was what they had been talking about. The bit Louise laughed about was just Tom saying “you nearly bit my knob off when he slipped it in your arse you know.”

It was just part of him teasing her about the fucking they gave her, it was interesting enough to have me reading me back through it. I went further back and came across some texts he had sent a couple of weeks earlier. I wrote a while ago how he had helped to make her feel good about herself, these texts were part of that. Now Tom does have quite the ego, and he will play it right up high with Louise from time to time.

One message said something like “of course you’re sexy darlin, you don’t really reckon I’d have been fucking you for ten years otherwise.” The grammar was worse than that but you get the gist.

Ten years? They first got together in 2023. Ten years?

……….

@inboxdenver it is like your whole blog reads my mind, especially your own stuff.

True…

This! 💋

Every time, no matter how hard.

Even if it's hard, it's important 🙏

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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.

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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.

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