Today was his 20th wedding day of remembrance ; his wife had informed him in the forenoon before work that he needed to fall house right after because she had a very exceptional night planned with an awful gift. It had been driving him crazy all day long. He was ineffective to concentrate. He seemed to be lost in a reality of thought. So many times he would get pulled back into realism by one of his educatee saying,"Mr. V. Hey Mr. V."And suddenly he was in a way of unlike students not knowing where that one class period of time had gone. It was not a good 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 dormitory on his way out. No students, racket, or disruption. Mostly because 95 % of his coworkers were cleaning woman, so he loved chatting with them and taking ready glances at their cute feet. He got to his truck and turned the key. Thankfully the 23-year-old bucket of thunderbolt started up and he drove home.
As he pulled up into the private road he couldn't aid but notice all the lights were out and the curtains drawn. His mind raced with ideas of what could be awaiting him. His wife had begun their marriage as somewhat of a prude. Considering she was a Virgo 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 care but at least better. He had no clue what could be awaiting him inside. But there was only one way to find out.
He took his key and slid it into the door. He felt a shiver go through his body. He was so frantic the expectation was knock-down. He opened the door and the entire house was moody lay aside a line of reasoning of glowing candles along the floor leading from the door across the class room and to the hallway. He guessed he was expected to follow them. So he did so. They went down the hall and right into the captain chamber. It was all he could do to keep from running into the room.
So lav quietly stepped into his bedroom. There were deal of standard candle ; she loved standard candle, so did he actually. There were two chairs at the foot of the bed about 2-3 substructure from each other. He stepped into the room and get a line his wife's part."Take off everything but your underwear and then lay in figurehead of the hot seat on your back."So whoremaster did just what he was told. He stripped down to his Boxer briefs and laid down about four metrical unit from the chairs."God how you men function sometimes is beyond me."Came the normally odoriferous voice of his wife again. motion closer to the chairperson so that your foreland is by one and your genitalia by the other. Men are so slow unsubdivided creatures."
So John scooted into the correct posture, he had no hint what was happening. But he was excited to find out. If anyone could see they could tell that too as his putz was beginning to harden, and press against his underwear. He laid down as instructed and waited. After what seemed like a million years he again heard the voice of his wife. Okay here comes your gift. Are you ready ?"
"Oh god yes I am. I have been thinking about it all day."He said trying hard not to vocalize like a petty boy on the way to the candy store.
His wife spoke again."number one is my friend from college, Jennifer, she is grandiloquent and gorgeous. superintendent aphrodisiac eyes, soft creamy skin, long dark chocolate-brown hair, she has been in leather pump all day without stockings. Where would you like her to sit, top or penetrate ?"
John was shy 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 s then walked to the chair near his head. She was beautiful ; her amazing hanker hair was just lying on her shoulders. John so loved tenacious hair on adult female. She was in a sexy purple underbodice and scanty to mate. She had no stockings on and the sight of her smooth skin was just about all John could take. She sat down but sideways in the chair so her leg and feet were parallel with St. John the Apostle's dead body. 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 improbable fleshly woman, the type that just drove men crazy, and cleaning lady too for that matter. She was just an absolutely stunning creature. If lavatory was true she always made him a bit flighty. Her looks and her personality was so over powering he sometimes feared he would be unable to see to it his desire to just grab her and kiss her. Needless to say his anticipation of what was to descend was overwhelming. So much so that trick could feel his cock growing in his pugilist briefs.
His wife spoke up again."As you know there are two chairs. So there is another cleaning lady joining you and Jen. Are you ready to meet her ?"
John could barely speak his mouth had lost its ability to take form words. But he swallowed and managed a very faint and calm down,"Yes."
"okay adjacent is one of my costly Friend from work. You remember Marisol don't you ?"Said the sweet articulation of his wife.
John 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 wife knew it. Marisol was a dark beautiful fair sex. She was of Puerto Rican decent and her hair was long, thick and dark. Her tegument was wickedness and soft. John had only see her feet once before. It was when she had come over to help his wife with a labor and she slipped out of her pumps. whoremaster remembered by completely hypnotized. Her toes were so sullen and sweet looking.
His wife continued,"Well she has been wearing black leather boots and sheer tweed nylon stocking all day. I know how you love the dividing line of her dark toes against the Stanford White silky nylons."
John the Evangelist could no longer shroud his excitement. His cock was pushing hard against his underwear. He reached down and tried to correct himself, as it was very uncomfortable. He was shocked by the curt and quick word of honor 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.
"okey then now that we all understand the rules. Do you want me to ask Marisol to make out out, or ask her and Jennifer to go abode ? I can do that you know, ladies this doesn't seem like it is going to work…."
John's begging cracking vocalization interrupted her."No please, earnest god no !"
"Are you sure ?"Came the demanding reply.
"Yes, I promise."John was a total submissive at this point, totally under the control of these three women.
"Okay then let's continue, Marisol you may add up out now. She entered the room. She had on a silky Patrick Victor Martindale White chemise with flannel second joint richly nylons held up by garters. His married woman knew him and his hoodoo so very well.
Marisol too sat in the second chair parallel so that her base were hidden from his view. John's fervor was now easily seeable to all. His cock was hard and standing straight up, pushing the demarcation line of his underwear. His wife spoke again."So we don't have anymore misinterpretation I will go over the rules. Any breaking of these rules even slightly will result in both women leaving and your birthday gift will be over. Is that understood my worthless foot servant ?"
John so loved when she called him that. She had often tried to play the dominant 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 wife continued."Rule number one : Your hands must remain at your face. pattern number two : You must do as you are told, and only as you are told. prescript number three : You will speak only when spoken to and asked for a response. Any deviations from any of the stated convention will result in the female child stopping and going home. Leaving you to your own devices."God he loved when she took control and talked this way."Now do you promise to be a good foot slave ? ”