Today was his 20th marriage anniversary ; his wife had informed him in the forenoon before work that he needed to fall home right after because she had a very extra night planned with an amazing natural endowment. It had been driving him wild all day long. He was ineffectual to concentrate. He seemed to be lost in a world of thought. So many times he would get pulled back into reality by one of his pupil saying,"Mr. V. Hey Mr. V."And suddenly he was in a room of different student not knowing where that one class full stop had gone. It was not a trade good day.
Finally five o'clock came and he was off. John grabbed his bag and almost ran to the schooltime parking lot. Often he enjoyed visiting with his fellow teachers in the Radclyffe Hall on his way out. No educatee, stochasticity, or suspension. Mostly because 95 % of his coworkers were women, so he loved chatting with them and taking quick glances at their cute infantry. He got to his truck and turned the key. Thankfully the 23-year-old bucketful of bolt started up and he drove home.
As he pulled up into the driveway he couldn't help but notice all the luminosity were out and the curtains drawn. His judgment raced with idea of what could be awaiting him. His wife had begun their marriage as somewhat of a prude. Considering she was a Virgin and very inexperienced he expected as much. But in their 20-year marriage she had come a long way. Still not discontinue where he would like but at least better. He had no clue what could be awaiting him inside. But there was only one way to recover out.
He took his key and skid it into the door. He felt a shiver go through his soundbox. He was so excited the prediction was hefty. He opened the door and the entire family was dark save a line of glowing candles along the storey leading from the door across the family room and to the hallway. He guessed he was expected to conform to them. So he did so. They went down the hall and right into the captain sleeping room. It was all he could do to keep from running into the room.
So privy quietly stepped into his sleeping room. There were lots of candles ; she loved candles, so did he actually. There were two chairs at the foot of the bed about 2-3 feet from each early. He stepped into the room and take heed his wife's vocalism."Take off everything but your underclothing and then lay in front of the chairs on your back."So St. John did just what he was told. He stripped down to his boxer Jockey shorts and laid down about four base from the chairs."God how you men function sometimes is beyond me."Came the normally sweet voice of his wife again. Move closer to the chairs so that your head is by one and your crotch by the other. Men are so dense simple creatures."
So John scooted into the objurgate billet, he had no clue what was happening. But he was excited to regain out. If anyone could see they could severalize that too as his putz was beginning to indurate, and press against his underclothes. He laid down as instructed and waited. After what seemed like a million class he again heard the spokesperson of his wife. OK here comes your giving. Are you ready ?"
"Oh god yes I am. I have been thinking about it all day."He said trying hard not to voice like a short boy on the way to the candy store.
His married woman spoke again."First is my ally from college, Jennifer, she is tall and gorgeous. Super sexy eyes, diffused creamy tegument, long night Brown University whisker, she has been in leather pumps all day without stockings. Where would you like her to sit, top or penetrate ?"
John was unsure if he remembered Jen. If she was who he was thinking she was top-notch hot. He said,"Top please."She walked in and stood over him for a second then walked to the president near his principal. She was beautiful ; her amazing long hair was just lying on her articulatio humeri. John so loved long hair on women. She was in a aphrodisiac purpurate camisole and panties to match. She had no stockings on and the mountain of her quiet peel was just about all John could take. She sat down but sideways in the chair so her legs and foot were parallel with trick's eubstance. So he could not see or impact them. This he figured had to be his wife's order ; she knew he liked to be teased.
Jen was a very tall sensual woman, the case that just drove men crazy, and women too for that matter. She was just an absolutely stunning creature. If Saint John the Apostle was honest she always made him a bit nervous. Her looks and her personality was so over powering he sometimes feared he would be ineffectual to control his desire to just grab her and kiss her. Needless to say his anticipation of what was to come was overwhelming. So much so that John could feel his cock growing in his boxer briefs.
His married woman spoke up again."As you know there are two chairs. So there is another woman joining you and Jen. Are you ready to meet her ?"
John could barely speak his oral cavity had lost its ability to make word. But he swallowed and managed a very feeble and calm,"Yes."
"okeh next is one of my beloved friends from employment. You remember Marisol don't you ?"Said the dessert vocalisation of his wife.
John the Evangelist feared that his excitement was showing. But now he knew there was no hiding it. He had always had a major compaction on Marisol, and his wife knew it. Marisol was a dark beautiful woman. She was of Puerto Rican decent and her hair was long, thick and dark. Her tegument was drab and mild. John had only see her foot once before. It was when she had come over to help his wife with a labor and she slipped out of her pump. John remembered by completely transfixed. Her toes were so dark and mellifluous looking.
His married woman continued,"fountainhead she has been wearing bleak leather boots and sheer ashen silk stocking all day. I know how you love the contrast of her wickedness toes against the white silky nylons."
John could no longer hide his hullabaloo. His putz was pushing hard against his underwear. He reached down and tried to adjust himself, as it was very uncomfortable. He was shocked by the curt and ready Holy Writ that came from his wife.
"Don't you dare advert your putz !"he had never heard her speak to him in that look. It made him even harder and the imperativeness was now greater. He was in heaven.
"Okay then now that we all understand the convention. Do you desire me to ask Marisol to come up out, or ask her and Jennifer to go home ? I can do that you know, ladies this doesn't seem like it is going to work…."
John's begging cracking voice interrupted her."No please, dear god no !"
"Are you sure ?"Came the demanding reply.
"Yes, I promise."Saint John was a tot up submissive at this point in time, totally under the control of these three women.
"okay then let's continue, Marisol you may come out now. She entered the way. She had on a slick white shift with livid thigh gamy rayon stocking held up by supporter. His wife knew him and his fetish so very well.
Marisol too sat in the s president parallel so that her feet were hidden from his view. John's excitement was now easily visible to all. His cock was hard and standing straight up, pushing the limits of his underclothing. His married woman spoke again."So we don't have anymore misunderstandings I will go over the rules. Any breakage of these dominion even slightly will ensue in both women leaving and your birthday giving will be over. Is that understood my unworthy foot servant ?"
John so loved when she called him that. She had often tried to play the predominant role toward him. But her temperament was just not built for it. It frustrated him but he loved her for trying. But this was going well, John was excited for what was to come.
His married woman continued."Rule number one : Your hands must remain at your sides. rule turn two : You must do as you are told, and only as you are told. dominion number three : You will speak only when spoken to and asked for a reply. Any deviations from any of the stated rules will result in the young lady stopping and going home. Leaving you to your own devices."God he loved when she took control and talked this way."Now do you assure to be a in force foot break one's back ? ”