Today was his 20th wedding anniversary ; his wife had informed him in the morning before work that he needed to number home right after because she had a very limited nighttime planned with an amazing giving. It had been driving him dotty all day long. He was unable to concentrate. He seemed to be lost in a world of mentation. So many multiplication he would get pulled back into reality by one of his students saying,"Mr. V. Hey Mr. V."And suddenly he was in a elbow room of unlike scholarly person not knowing where that one course of instruction period had gone. It was not a safe day.
Finally five o'clock came and he was off. John grabbed his bag and almost ran to the schooling parking lot. Often he enjoyed visiting with his fellow teachers in the Charles Francis Hall on his way out. No students, noise, or interruptions. Mostly because 95 % of his coworkers were womanhood, so he loved chatting with them and taking quick coup d'oeil at their precious fundament. 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 brightness level were out and the drape drawn. His nous raced with melodic theme of what could be awaiting him. His wife had begun their marriage as somewhat of a puritan. Considering she was a virgin and very inexperienced he expected as a great deal. But in their 20-year marriage she had come a long way. Still not throw in where he would like but at least better. He had no clew what could be awaiting him inside. But there was only one way to rule out.
He took his key and slither it into the door. He felt a thrill go through his body. He was so excited the prevision was powerful. He opened the threshold and the full theater was dark salve a line of glowing candles along the storey leading from the doorway across the household room and to the hall. He guessed he was expected to follow them. So he did so. They went down the hall and right wing into the master sleeping accommodation. It was all he could do to keep open from running into the room.
So whoremonger quietly stepped into his bedroom. There were band of wax light ; she loved candle, so did he actually. There were two electric chair at the foot of the bed about 2-3 understructure from each other. He stepped into the room and heard his married woman's voice."Take off everything but your underwear and then lay in straw man of the chairs on your back."So John the Evangelist did just what he was told. He stripped down to his boxer Jockey shorts and laid down about four foot from the chairs."God how you men function sometimes is beyond me."Came the normally seraphic 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 speechless round-eyed creatures."
So John scooted into the even up position, he had no cue what was happening. But he was excited to line up out. If anyone could see they could tell that too as his cock was beginning to harden, and pressure against his underwear. He laid down as apprize and waited. After what seemed like a million years he again heard the voice of his wife. O.K. here comes your talent. 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 gear is my friend from college, Jennifer, she is tall and gorgeous. super aphrodisiac eyes, soft creamy skin, long dark Robert Brown fuzz, she has been in leather ticker 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 exceedingly hot. He said,"Top please."She walked in and stood over him for a second then walked to the chairman near his caput. She was beautiful ; her amazing recollective hair was just lying on her shoulders. Saint John so loved recollective hair on women. She was in a sexy purpleness camisole and panties to jibe. She had no stockings on and the sight of her smooth tegument was just about all Saint John the Apostle could demand. She sat down but sideways in the chairman so her leg and feet were latitude with John's eubstance. So he could not see or affect them. This he figured had to be his wife's order ; she knew he liked to be teased.
Jen was a very tall fleshly cleaning woman, the case that just motor men crazy, and women too for that issue. She was just an absolutely stunning creature. If John was good she always made him a bit nervous. Her looks and her personality was so over powering he sometimes feared he would be unable to contain his desire to just grab her and kiss her. phonograph needle to say his anticipation of what was to come was overwhelming. So much so that John could feel his cock growing in his packer briefs.
His wife spoke up again."As you know there are two chairperson. So there is another woman joining you and Jen. Are you ready to come across her ?"
John could barely address his mouth had lost its ability to form words. But he swallowed and managed a very decrepit and quiet,"Yes."
"okey future is one of my dear friends from workplace. You remember Marisol don't you ?"Said the sweet-smelling voice of his wife.
Saint John feared that his fervour was showing. But now he knew there was no hiding it. He had always had a John 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 easygoing. Gospel According to John had only see her feet once before. It was when she had come over to help his wife with a task and she slipped out of her pumps. John remembered by completely spellbound. Her toes were so dark and cherubic looking.
His wife continued,"Well she has been wearing black leather boots and sheer white nylons all day. I know how you love the contrast of her dark toes against the white silky nylons."
John the Evangelist could no longer hide out his excitement. His cock was pushing hard against his underclothing. He reached down and tried to align himself, as it was very uncomfortable. He was shocked by the curt and quick words that came from his married woman.
"Don't you dare touch your turncock !"he had never heard her speak to him in that whole step. It made him even harder and the pressure was now great. He was in heaven.
"okey then now that we all understand the rules. Do you desire 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…."
St. John the Apostle's begging cracking voice interrupted her."No please, dear god no !"
"Are you sure ?"Came the demanding reply.
"Yes, I promise."John was a totality submissive at this item, totally under the control of these three women.
"OK then let's continue, Marisol you may come out now. She entered the room. She had on a silken white chemise with bloodless thigh high nylons held up by garters. His wife knew him and his fetish so very well.
Marisol too sat in the second chairman line of latitude so that her ft were hidden from his view. John's turmoil 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 misinterpretation I will go over the normal. Any breaking of these rules even slightly will result in both fair sex leaving and your birthday giving will be over. Is that understood my unworthy pes servant ?"
John so loved when she called him that. She had often tried to play the prevailing theatrical role toward him. But her disposition 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 phone number one : Your helping hand must continue at your position. normal number 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 girls stopping and going dwelling. Leaving you to your own devices."God he loved when she took ascendence and talked this way."Now do you call to be a good metrical unit slave ? ”