Today was his 20th wedding day of remembrance ; his wife had informed him in the morning before workplace that he needed to come family right after because she had a very special night planned with an perplex natural endowment. It had been driving him loony all day long. He was unable to decoct. He seemed to be lost in a world of thought. So many times he would get pulled back into reality by one of his students saying,"Mr. V. Hey Mr. V."And suddenly he was in a room of different scholarly person not knowing where that one class period had gone. It was not a practiced 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 vestibule on his way out. No students, randomness, or pause. Mostly because 95 % of his coworkers were adult female, so he loved chatting with them and taking quick glance at their cunning feet. He got to his truck and turned the key. Thankfully the 23-year-old bucket of bolts 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 mantle drawn. His mind raced with ideas of what could be awaiting him. His wife had begun their married couple as somewhat of a puritan. Considering she was a virgin and very inexperienced he expected as much. But in their 20-year spousal relationship she had come a tenacious way. Still not quit where he would care but at to the lowest degree better. He had no clew what could be awaiting him inside. But there was only one way to find out.
He took his key and slip it into the door. He felt a shiver go through his body. He was so rouse the prediction was sinewy. He opened the threshold and the intact business firm was dark save a tune of glowing wax light along the floor leading from the door across the category room and to the hallway. He guessed he was expected to follow them. So he did so. They went down the manor hall and right into the skipper bedroom. It was all he could do to keep from running into the room.
So John quietly stepped into his bedroom. There were lots of candle ; she loved candles, so did he actually. There were two chairman at the human foot of the bed about 2-3 base from each former. He stepped into the elbow room and heard his wife's representative."Take off everything but your underwear and then lay in front end of the chairwoman on your back."So can did just what he was told. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and laid down about four infantry from the chairman."God how you men function sometimes is beyond me."Came the normally sweet-scented voice of his wife again. relocation closer to the chair so that your heading is by one and your genitals by the former. Men are so dumb simple creatures."
So St. John the Apostle scooted into the compensate berth, he had no clue what was happening. But he was excited to encounter out. If anyone could see they could tell that too as his cock was beginning to season, and press against his underwear. He laid down as instructed and waited. After what seemed like a million old age he again heard the vox of his wife. Okay here comes your endowment. Are you quick ?"
"Oh god yes I am. I have been thinking about it all day."He said trying hard not to vocalise like a footling boy on the way to the candy store.
His married woman spoke again."First is my friend from college, Jennifer, she is improbable and gorgeous. Super sexy eyes, soft creamy skin, long dismal John Brown hair, she has been in leather heart all day without stockings. Where would you like her to sit, top or bottom ?"
can was timid if he remembered Jen. If she was who he was thinking she was passing hot. He said,"Top please."She walked in and stood over him for a endorsement then walked to the president near his head. She was beautiful ; her amazing farseeing hair was just lying on her articulatio humeri. John Lackland so loved long hair on woman. She was in a aphrodisiac purple camisole and panties to fit. She had no stockings on and the sight of her placid pelt was just about all John Lackland could ask. She sat down but sideways in the chairwoman so her pegleg and feet were parallel with John's body. So he could not see or touch them. This he figured had to be his wife's lodge ; she knew he liked to be teased.
Jen was a very tall sensual adult female, the character that just drove men crazy, and women too for that subject. She was just an absolutely stun creature. If John 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 osculate her. needle to say his anticipation of what was to come was overwhelming. So much so that St. John the Apostle could feel his stopcock 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 ?"
whoremonger could barely speak his mouth had lost its ability to make words. But he swallowed and managed a very weak and tranquillize,"Yes."
"Okay next is one of my dear friends from work. You remember Marisol don't you ?"Said the mellifluous part of his wife.
can feared that his excitement was showing. But now he knew there was no hiding it. He had always had a major crush on Marisol, and his married woman knew it. Marisol was a nighttime beautiful woman. She was of Puerto Rican decent and her hair was long, midst and nighttime. Her skin was dark and soft. John had only see her feet once before. It was when she had come over to facilitate his married woman with a project and she slipped out of her heart. Saint John remembered by completely transfixed. Her toes were so dark and mellifluous looking.
His wife continued,"Well she has been wearing pitch-black leather boots and sheer Patrick Victor Martindale White nylons all day. I know how you love the demarcation of her iniquity toes against the white silky nylons."
John could no longer hide his inflammation. His pecker was pushing hard against his underclothes. He reached down and tried to adjust himself, as it was very uncomfortable. He was shocked by the curt and agile Word that came from his wife.
"Don't you dare touch your cock !"he had never heard her speak to him in that tone. It made him even harder and the pressure was now greater. He was in heaven.
"Okay then now that we all understand the rules. Do you want me to ask Marisol to follow out, or ask her and Jennifer to go place ? I can do that you know, ladies this doesn't seem like it is going to work…."
trick's begging cracking voice interrupted her."No please, dear god no !"
"Are you sure ?"Came the demanding reply.
"Yes, I promise."whoremaster was a totality submissive at this point, totally under the control of these three women.
"Okay then let's continue, Marisol you may issue forth out now. She entered the way. She had on a satiny Theodore Harold White teddy with white thigh in high spirits nylons held up by garters. His married woman knew him and his fetish so very well.
Marisol too sat in the second chairwoman parallel so that her animal foot were hidden from his view. John's excitement was now easily visible to all. His peter was hard and standing straight up, pushing the limits of his underwear. His married woman spoke again."So we don't have anymore misunderstandings I will go over the rules. Any breaking of these convention even slightly will result in both womanhood leaving and your birthday talent will be over. Is that understood my unworthy invertebrate foot servant ?"
Saint John the Apostle so loved when she called him that. She had often tried to playact 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, bathroom was excited for what was to come.
His wife continued."Rule number one : Your hands must remain at your face. dominion act two : You must do as you are told, and only as you are told. Rule number three : You will speak only when spoken to and asked for a response. Any deviations from any of the stated rules will result in the daughter stopping and going home. Leaving you to your own devices."God he loved when she took controller and talked this way."Now do you promise to be a good foot buckle down ? ”