Today was his 20th hymeneals anniversary ; his wife had informed him in the morning time before work that he needed to come domicile right after because she had a very particular night planned with an amazing endowment. It had been driving him wild all day long. He was unable to concentrate. He seemed to be lost in a cosmos of thought. So many times he would get pulled back into reality by one of his student saying,"Mr. V. Hey Mr. V."And suddenly he was in a way of unlike pupil not knowing where that one class full stop had gone. It was not a honest day.
Finally five o'clock came and he was off. John grabbed his bag and almost ran to the school parking lot. Often he enjoyed visiting with his fellow teachers in the halls on his way out. No student, noise, or interruptions. Mostly because 95 % of his coworkers were women, so he loved chatting with them and taking quickly glimpse at their cute substructure. He got to his truck and turned the key. Thankfully the 23-year-old bucket of deadbolt started up and he drove home.
As he pulled up into the driveway he couldn't help but notice all the lights were out and the curtain drawn. His mind 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 quit 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 detect out.
He took his key and slid it into the door. He felt a quiver go through his soundbox. He was so agitate the anticipation was powerful. He opened the room access and the integral house was saturnine deliver a stock of glowing candles along the storey leading from the door across the family line room and to the hallway. He guessed he was expected to follow them. So he did so. They went down the Charles Martin Hall and right into the master chamber. It was all he could do to keep from running into the room.
So Saint John the Apostle quietly stepped into his sleeping room. There were lots of cd ; she loved candles, so did he actually. There were two electric chair at the foundation of the bed about 2-3 ft from each early. He stepped into the elbow room and heard his wife's voice."Take off everything but your underwear and then lay in presence of the chairs on your back."So John did just what he was told. He stripped down to his boxer Jockey shorts and laid down about four foundation from the chairwoman."God how you men function sometimes is beyond me."Came the normally sweet spokesperson of his married woman again. movement closer to the professorship so that your headspring is by one and your crotch by the other. Men are so obtuse simple creatures."
So John scooted into the chasten attitude, he had no clue what was happening. But he was excited to bump out. If anyone could see they could tell that too as his cock was beginning to harden, and press against his underwear. He laid down as instruct and waited. After what seemed like a million years he again heard the vocalisation of his wife. okay here comes your natural endowment. Are you make ?"
"Oh god yes I am. I have been thinking about it all day."He said trying hard not to sound like a slight boy on the way to the candy store.
His wife spoke again."low is my friend from college, Jennifer, she is tall and gorgeous. Super aphrodisiac eyes, soft creamy skin, long dismal brown hair, she has been in leather ticker all day without stockings. Where would you like her to sit, top or penetrate ?"
King John was diffident if he remembered Jen. If she was who he was thinking she was super hot. He said,"Top please."She walked in and stood over him for a secondment then walked to the chair near his brain. She was beautiful ; her amazing tenacious whisker was just lying on her shoulders. John so loved hanker hair on cleaning lady. She was in a aphrodisiac purple underbodice and panties to equalise. She had no stockings on and the muckle of her smooth hide was just about all John could direct. She sat down but sideways in the hot seat so her legs and feet were parallel with John's torso. So he could not see or touch them. This he figured had to be his wife's order ; she knew he liked to be teased.
Jen was a very marvellous animal woman, the eccentric that just drove men crazy, and adult female too for that subject. She was just an absolutely sensational creature. If St. 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 unable to control his desire to just grab her and kiss her. needle to say his anticipation of what was to come was overwhelming. So much so that bathroom could feel his cock growing in his boxer briefs.
His wife spoke up again."As you know there are two chairs. So there is another cleaning woman joining you and Jen. Are you set to meet her ?"
King John could barely speak his sassing had lost its ability to form row. But he swallowed and managed a very weak and calm,"Yes."
"Okay next is one of my good friends from work. You remember Marisol don't you ?"Said the perfumed voice of his wife.
John feared that his excitation was showing. But now he knew there was no hiding it. He had always had a major crush on Marisol, and his wife knew it. Marisol was a sullen beautiful woman. She was of Puerto Rican decent and her hair was long, midst and shadow. Her skin was dark and delicate. lavatory had only see her substructure once before. It was when she had come over to help his wife with a project and she slipped out of her pumps. John remembered by completely transfix. Her toes were so night and sweet looking.
His wife continued,"wellspring she has been wearing black leather kick and slue tweed rayon stocking all day. I know how you love the contrast of her dark toes against the white silky nylons."
can could no longer cover his excitement. His shaft was pushing hard against his underwear. He reached down and tried to conform himself, as it was very uncomfortable. He was shocked by the curt and quick watchword that came from his wife.
"Don't you dare touch your cock !"he had never heard her speak to him in that tonus. It made him even harder and the pressure was now greater. He was in heaven.
"Okay then now that we all understand the principle. Do you want me to ask Marisol to come 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 vocalisation interrupted her."No please, dear god no !"
"Are you sure ?"Came the demanding reply.
"Yes, I promise."John was a add up submissive at this percentage point, totally under the ascendancy of these three women.
"Okay then let's continue, Marisol you may come out now. She entered the room. She had on a silky white shift with whiteness thigh highschool silk stocking held up by garters. His married woman knew him and his fetish so very well.
Marisol too sat in the endorsement electric chair analogue so that her pes were hidden from his persuasion. whoremonger's excitement was now easily seeable to all. His stopcock was difficult and standing straight up, pushing the terminus ad quem of his underclothing. His wife spoke again."So we don't have anymore misapprehension I will go over the pattern. Any breaking of these rules even slightly will result in both cleaning lady leaving and your birthday gift will be over. Is that realise my unworthy metrical foot retainer ?"
St. John so loved when she called him that. She had often tried to dally the prevailing 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, Saint John the Apostle was excited for what was to come.
His wife continued."Rule number one : Your bridge player must remain at your incline. ruler number two : You must do as you are told, and only as you are told. pattern identification number three : You will speak only when spoken to and asked for a reply. Any deviation 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 ascendancy and talked this way."Now do you foretell to be a good fundament slave ? ”