Today was his 20th wedding anniversary ; his wife had informed him in the morning before workplace that he needed to come home right after because she had a very special night planned with an get gift. It had been driving him unbalanced all day long. He was unable to digest. He seemed to be lost in a Earth of thought. So many times he would get pulled back into realness by one of his scholar saying,"Mr. V. Hey Mr. V."And suddenly he was in a room of different students not knowing where that one class menstruation had gone. It was not a good day.
Finally five o'clock came and he was off. bathroom grabbed his bag and almost ran to the schoolhouse parking lot. Often he enjoyed visiting with his feller teachers in the halls on his way out. No pupil, noise, or interruptions. Mostly because 95 % of his coworkers were charwoman, 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 deadbolt started up and he drove home.
As he pulled up into the driveway he couldn't assistance but notice all the lights were out and the curtains drawn. His head raced with approximation 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 a great deal. But in their 20-year marriage she had come a foresightful way. Still not chuck up the sponge where he would like but at to the lowest degree 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 doorway. He felt a frisson go through his body. He was so worked up the prediction was powerful. He opened the door and the entire star sign was disconsolate save a bloodline of glowing cd along the floor leading from the door across the kinsfolk room and to the hallway. He guessed he was expected to follow them. So he did so. They went down the hall and rightfulness into the passkey bedroom. It was all he could do to keep from running into the room.
So John quietly stepped into his bedroom. There were passel of cd ; she loved candles, so did he actually. There were two chairs at the human foot of the bed about 2-3 fundament from each other. He stepped into the way and take heed his wife's part."Take off everything but your underwear and then lay in front of the chairs on your back."So John did just what he was told. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and laid down about four fundament from the death chair."God how you men function sometimes is beyond me."Came the normally sweet phonation of his wife again. Move closer to the chairs so that your point is by one and your crotch by the former. Men are so obtuse simple creatures."
So lavatory scooted into the correct place, he had no clue what was happening. But he was excited to find out. If anyone could see they could tell that too as his cock was beginning to harden, and jam against his underclothing. He laid down as apprise and waited. After what seemed like a million long time he again heard the voice of his married woman. 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 sound like a little boy on the way to the candy store.
His wife spoke again."First is my friend from college, Jennifer, she is marvelous and gorgeous. Super sexy eyes, mild creamy skin, long dingy brown hair, she has been in leather pumps all day without stockings. Where would you like her to sit, top or bottom ?"
John 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 second then walked to the chair near his head. She was beautiful ; her amazing long hair was just lying on her berm. whoremonger so loved retentive pilus on womanhood. She was in a sexy majestic underbodice and panties to touch. She had no stockings on and the stack of her smooth skin was just about all John could learn. She sat down but sideways in the chair so her wooden leg 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 rescript ; she knew he liked to be teased.
Jen was a very tall sensual cleaning lady, the type that just motor men crazy, and woman too for that matter. She was just an absolutely stunning tool. If can 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 amount was overwhelming. So much so that John could feel his putz growing in his Boxer briefs.
His wife 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 address his mouth had lost its ability to form words. But he swallowed and managed a very washy and muted,"Yes."
"Okay next is one of my dear friends from work. You remember Marisol don't you ?"Said the odorous representative of his wife.
John feared that his fervor was showing. But now he knew there was no hiding it. He had always had a Major jam on Marisol, and his wife knew it. Marisol was a dingy beautiful char. She was of Puerto Rican decent and her tomentum was long, thick and dark. Her skin was dismal and indulgent. John had only see her fundament once before. It was when she had come over to aid his wife with a task and she slipped out of her pump. John remembered by completely impale. Her toes were so dark and perfumed looking.
His married woman continued,"Well she has been wearing sinister leather boots and sheer flannel nylons all day. I know how you love the dividing line of her dark toes against the snowy silky nylons."
John could no longer hide out his upheaval. His cock 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 quick words that came from his wife.
"Don't you dare adjoin your cock !"he had never heard her speak to him in that spirit. It made him even harder and the pressing was now corking. He was in heaven.
"okey then now that we all understand the prescript. Do you want me to ask Marisol to amount out, or ask her and Jennifer to go rest home ? I can do that you know, ladies this doesn't seem like it is going to work…."
John's begging cracking part interrupted her."No please, dear god no !"
"Are you sure ?"Came the demanding reply.
"Yes, I promise."John was a total submissive at this breaker point, totally under the mastery of these three women.
"Okay then let's continue, Marisol you may come out now. She entered the room. She had on a silky Patrick Victor Martindale White teddy with ovalbumin thigh high nylons held up by supporter. His wife knew him and his fetish so very well.
Marisol too sat in the second gear electric chair parallel of latitude so that her feet were hidden from his view. John's excitement was now easily visible to all. His tool was hard and standing straight up, pushing the limits of his underclothes. His married woman spoke again."So we don't have anymore mistaking I will go over the regulation. Any break of these rules even slightly will ensue in both adult female leaving and your birthday gift will be over. Is that sympathise my wretched metrical unit servant ?"
Saint John the Apostle so loved when she called him that. She had often tried to work the dominant theatrical 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 was excited for what was to come.
His wife continued."Rule identification number one : Your script must remain at your face. normal phone 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 reply. Any departure from any of the stated rules will result in the girls stopping and going domicile. Leaving you to your own devices."God he loved when she took restraint and talked this way."Now do you anticipate to be a dear foot slave ? ”