Joan & Terrence & i

JOAN AND TERRENCE and i by Shelix@aol.com My darling wife looks so spectacular,so absolutly scandalous,in the fetish outfit she`s wearing for Terrence tonight...Her superbly conditioned,areobicised leggy physique has never looked more fabulous,more sexy or more provocative than it does tonight,never more stunningly presented or outrageously showcased. Thrust up so dramatically on her new 5" stiletto-heels,pencil-thin heels that flatter Joans fine,athletic legs and that force her magnificent bare ass so deliciously outward,she has the appearence of a Vegas showgirl preparing for a bondage movie...so gorgeous and so shockingly accented,creaking in a red-leather,severely cinched corsett which moulds my wifes already waspish figure into a disciplined hourglass shape.Joani preens her salon-perfect brunette hair in the wall mirror,that lovely neck of hers bound by the custom-made posture-collar,her lover had purchased for her,a truly deviant looking item with rings attached and studded with the word "CUNT";the collar exemplifies my dear wifes total dedication towards her lover and advertses her complete and utter disregard she holds for me. Joans collar is symbolic of her unconditional love,her ardent respect and her heated desperation to always please and placate Terrence, a man she has become manifestly seduced by,enchanted and bewitched by...a stud of a man,in whose dominance and controll,my wife has found such intoxicating fulfilment while revelling in the act of playing both slut to Terrence and Super-Bitch to me.The posture-collar is such a shocking device around my wifes neck,inhibiting Her head movement to a regal,contemptive pose,so unlike Joanis true nature.It also has the duel effect of lending Joan an extremely subsevient allure in Her lovers eyes,Her neck and lovely head craned in such a disciplined manner...but so willingly...the only other item worn by Joan,is the tiniest thong,which,like her other acoutrements,is red leather;it superbly splices the big,voluptuous asscheeks of my wife,exposing them in all their mouthwatering splendour.As provocitive as Joanis dusky,Greek beauty is,as glamorous as her gorgeous face is,no aspect of her is more sublimely defined,as perfectly structured or as purely erotic as her backside.It is a womanly ass of expansive curvaciousnes,a full-blooming sumptuous rump,perfect in its babysoft smoothness and lush volume,a bottom that turns heads wherever she goes. From my kneeling position in her bathroom,where i`ve been obediently collecting and seperating Terrences stray pubic-hairs from those of my dear Joan,i occcasionally glance up and drink in the wonderful sight of my wife excitedly preparing herself for the arrival of the new love of her life.Gazing upon those long,smooth tanned legs that taper up so enticingly to those golden ass-orbs,the incredible reality of my place as Joan and Terrences houseboy,hits home...this is the woman who once was my bride,who once prided her status as my wife,who delighted in the role of happy-homemaker and who now takes such infinite pleasure from me suffering the most intensly humiliating subjugations at the bullying hands of her and her lover.As i contiue to lick-up the long,wirey pubes i recognize as Terrences,i`m filled with longing to once again savour His masterful dominance of uncompromising controll within our home,to watch Him swagger around our home in His eye-popping nudity,dictating so arrogantly who does what,when its done and how its done,always to Terrences specifications,always to Master Terrences satisfaction...or else. Its diffucult to tell anymore just who is the more desperate to serve and please Terrence,Joani or myself...i`ve come to salivate as much as Joan,over the amazing sight of Terrences enormous,salami-size cockmeat and His bull-size testicles,come to swoon over the splendid sight of His powerful,muscular,manly ass...i adore what Terrence has become,adore being his enraptured,enslaved property,his pathetic devotee,so eager and so very,very willing to do anything for him....anything...anything. These are the occasions,these extended-weekend visits of His,that Terrence really flexes his indomitable resolution over our household,where the Master asserts Himself,where He holds sway over His anxious-to-please subjects.Occasionally,Terrence might drop by unexpectedly and anything could happen then,but more often He and Joan arrange their get-togethers. "That wine better be chilled this time...everything better be perfect this time...Do you hear me in there,you fuck?" Joans voice yelles out contemptuously.As i consider my wifes words,i acknowlege that everything has been prepared for my Masters visit,the wine,the toys,the toilet,their snacks,their bed,everything...Like my wife,i want Terrence to enjoy Himself to the utmost,to feel that He is more than welcome to our home,that he is more than welcome to our devottion.Of course Terrence is more than aware of this fact,fully aware of our servitude and adoration... our desperation. "Hey,get me a drink in here...Whiskey rocks." i leave my bathroom duties and quickly fix my wife Her drink.Placing it on the silver serving tray,i knee crawl to Her in Her bedroom.Looking like some high-class Fetish-Fashion model Joani looks absolutly ravishing,Her large dangling rhinestone earings sparkling on Her glamorous head,calmly smoking a freshly lit cigerette.Kneeling totally naked before Her,i drink in the beauty towering above me as She reaches down for Her drink.Joan lifts her whiskey to Her ruby-red glossed lips and holds me steady in Her cool gaze. "So,asshole...what do you think?Think your Master Terrence will like this little number,hmmm?" Joan asks,Her voice husky with sarcasm.my wife shifts Her athletic weight onto one heel then the other in a taunting pose,Her fabulous,perfectly preened black pussymound at the center of the action.Before i can answer,my wife starts to turn slowly before me,intentionally pausing as Her voluptuous ass-cheeks confront my admiring face,knowing full-well the hypnotic effect Her magnificent rump holds over me.The moment is heavenly as Joan allows me to savor the bulbous beauty of Her expansive ass,a substantial pair of faultless cheeks,seperated by that deep,long cleavage. Standing motionless, Joan draws deep on Her cigerette,and after exhaling,asks me matter-of-factly with sarcasm, "How`d you like to press those fagott lips against my ass, worm?" Then, bending slightly,intentionally pushing Her lush buns outwardly,She adds, "How`d you like to kiss what doesn`t belong to you anymore,huh you big,blonde piece of shit?" i let slip a little gasp of pleasure at the sound of my wifes pure disdain,loving the sight being so proudly presented to me.Joan starts to wave Her juicy bottom slowly from side to side,teasing me to distraction. ''Take a good look Ray...take a look where Terrence will be poking that huge meat of His this weekend...take a good,long look" i feast my eyes over the lush contours of superb baby-smooth flesh gyrating right in front of my face, yearning for the familiar invite that is not forthcoming. Joan resumes Her upright posture and turns while sipping Her drink,Her gorgeous eyes focused on me with a look filled with pure contempt.She places Her unfinished drink on my tray and draws on Her cigerette again.Gazing up at Her beautiful face,my eyes begin to fall gradually down past Her proud,pert breasts,past the red leather corsett,down towards Her perfectly styled cunt-mound. "Yeah...take a good,long look at this too little man..."Joani chides,lightly running Her red fingernails through the black curls of Her womanhood...."its twitching for him Ray...y`know that?I`m his bitch-in-heat...Terrences own personal s-l-u-t and y`know what asshole?I fuck-ing love it...and whats more,my little queer-husband,I just l-o-v-e what he does to you." i look up at my wifes slightly smiling face,feeling strangely almost grateful,and She taps Her cigerette over my head before stepping away from me. "Now fuck off...he`ll be here any second now" Kneeling beside the frontdoor,awaiting my Masters arrival, i watch Joan hurriedly put the finishing touches to Herself, fastidiously arranging the bangs on Her forehead,touching up Her Lipgloss... She prances about our homes living room,inspecting the array of discipline items and other articles,neatly arranged on the dining-room table,oblivious to me now. Just as Joan is about to light another cigerette,the door bell rings and a heavy expectancy floods the atmosphere of the room.The look that washes upon my wifes face is one of contained excitement and nervousness, like an eager hostess about to greet Her first guest at an important party. The scandalous decadence of the whole situation, the pure depravity of what my marriage has become,cascades over me with a nauseating numbness as i watch Joan mince towards then past me without a glance,Her sweet perfumed body adding to my electrified senses,Her marvellous sexy form, stilted-up, corsetted and highlghted by that restrictive posture-collar Terrence loves Her in so much.The thing amplifies Joans desperation so much,broadcasts Her deep craving to be anything Terrence wants Her to be,it glaringly proclaims my wife as His conqured gutter-whore, His collared bitch, His leggy cunt-trophy... Joan doesn`t waste a nano-second pulling the door open, carefully hiding Her self behind it,peeping about its edge. Her low, lilting voice cheerfully greets the expected visitor. "Hi-i-i-i-i there dollface'' my wifes words,delivered in that syruppy-sweet babytalk is like a dagger through my heart but sends a high-voltage charge to my small,clean shaven balls.As often is the case,Terrence says nothing,and steps assuredly into our home... His fuck-palace for the weekend.Terrence looks at my kneeling nakedness for a smirking second or two while Joan closes and locks the door behind him,but such is the immense intimidation i feel from His glinting grey eyes,that i sheepishly avert my gaze away from Him, like some little whipped puppy. Looking as handsome,smart and self-assured as any man is capable of,like some high-powered executive come to consumate a buissnes deal,Terrences immense pressence crackles through the air like an electrical storm.From the corner of my eye i sense Him turning to my wife and just as i look towards them,just as Terrences broad shouldered suited physique is about to eclipse Her, i see Joani extend her slender arms out towards her lovers neck,a look of absolute tenderness glazing Her big hazel eyes, a look of longing, a look of such happiness, not a passionate look,just undiluted glee at His appearence...the look of love... Terrence closes in,embracing His leather-encased,stiletto-heeled,collared lover,and their quiet mumbling leads quickly to a series of small gigles and chuckles between them,before a long kiss ensues.As the kiss ends Terrence and Joan remain holding aechothers hands,to the side of me,their words spoken softly though their respective smiles.i watch intently as a Real man woos my wife,seducing Her effortlesly with His charm,great,sexy looks and machismo.His sincerely delivered,complimentary words are not intended for my ears but as He takes a half step back,retaining the slightest touch with my wifes fingertips,analysing Joans presentation,they richochet in mey head. "...Such a beauty...such a sexy,sexy woman..you`re a lucky man Ray" i see my wifes glamorous face just light up in a glow of elation at the sound of Terrences kindness and it crushes me inwardly to think that on this very evening this lovestruck pair will be so callously shitting on me,figurativly and literally. "Man?" Joani replies,wrinkling Her nose,offended by the description,dragging the word out and lavishing it with pure sarcasm,then looking directly at me,with a face full of spite and narrowed eyes says viperishly "Thats no fucking man...it`s a walking,talking abortion...a worthless piece of shit...a useless fagott...should I go on?" my wifes smile returns instantly as She turns Her attention back to Terrence,who clearly enjoys the outburst. "So whats he here for Joan?" He asks returning Her smile,humor in His tone. "For us..." Joan replies softly,stepping into Terrences embrace again,both of Them turning toward me now,smirking devilishly down at me. ''For us to use and boss about...for us to have fun with..for us to..." Terrence begins to whisper into His adoring womans ear just as She seems to have exhausted Her description of my uses and a mischevious big, smile replaces the smirk. ''...for us to piss on" Joan grins,happily repeating Her lovers more vulgar words, "..for us to take a crap on" A rauchous,excited laugh errupts from Joan now as Terrences face remains in the side of my wifes head, "...and to wipe our asses with his tongue!" The two fall against one another,laughing and glancing at my red-faced shame.Then as the laughter disipates,Joani,nuzzles into Terrences neck and gazes at me,with a far-off look in Her eyes. "I`m all yours Terrence baby...always...I love you so much" Joanis words are delivered from the bottom of Her heart,simple,few words mouthed with a soulful declaration and with that unmistakable look of bliss radiating,stars in Her eyes. Terrence lets my wife delicate hands fall from his touch and slips His index finger through the largest silver ring on the front of Joans posture-collar and gives it a couple of small tugs. "Feeeding time for you,my hot cunt.." Joans eyes blink slowly in delight of Her controllers calm words and a small gasp escapes Her mouth instinctively. Terrence turns and leads my wife down the short passageway,pulling Her prancing form behind Him.As He steps by me Terrences mennace begins to emmerge and i lower my head,just in time to avoid Terrences well-aimed spittle.i can`t resist but to quickly raise it though in order to watch the incredible sight of my poor wife struggle to keep pace with Her lovers steps,Joani totally oblivious to me concentrating on Her teetering steps.Taken somewhat by surprise the look on Joans face is a mix of shock, humiliation and acceptence.It is a sight indeed,Joanis superb,juicy asscheeks rolling exquisitly from side to side with each click-clacking step of Her tower-heels,Her slender arms held out at Her side,wrists and fingers effeminatly poised, balancing preceriously on Her pencil-thin stilettos. There is no laughter or babytalk now that Terrences much anticipated weekend has begun in earnest.Terrence can be like this.Thats the way Terrence is;a Don Juan romanticist one moment ,full of compassion and tenderness for Joan,and then,just like that,He can turn into the most reticent,no-nonsense dominator...Down the passageway i watch my Master pulling my dear wife into the candlelit bedroom and as always i dutifully crawl behind them,awaiting Their regal command,reminding Them both, just by my grovelling nakedness,of the debauchery They are indulging Themselves in...Their devotee. "Fix me a drink pussyboy'' Terrence shouts flippantly, from the bedroom,just as He releases His hold on Joans collar,quickly peeling of His suit jacket and loosening His tie.Mid-crawl,i change directions,taking one quick last look at the activity in Their bedroom and see Joani,on Her knees,mumbling something at Her undressing stud,causing Him to smile broadly,then yell out at me; "Your wife says you should have a drink Ray? Whaddya think? Too early for one of my special piss-cocktails Ray?" Their cruel laughter mixes in the charged atmosphere of Their private sanctuary,this once cozy home,now Their den of sin in which They revel and in which i happily stew,like some inconsequential additive,"human fertilizer'' for Joan and Her lovers blooming perverted love affair. In the kitchen, i hurredly prepare Terrences drink, Rum, with a touch of blackcurrant cordial, place it on the tray and on my knees, always on my knees, crawl back towards what used to be "our" bedroom. As i crawl into view, ignored as usual, Terrence is down to just His gleaming white Jockeys, the underwear absolutly straining at the pouch, bulging enormously and Joan is kneeling humbly before Him, transfixed to His unsmiling face, a trace of a smile playing on Her mouth, like some child who is about to recieve an expected present. Terrence is such an impressive,chissled man,with a muscularity about Him that is like a well-conditioned athlete, not that over-the-top muscleman-weightlifter type build,more like some male, swimsuit model. With His thick, dark hair,parted on one side which falls across His forehead in a single sleek line, the gradual rise of His cheekbones and those come-to-bed eyes, Terrrence is a womans dream hunk and that is only the half of it... i shuffle timidly to my Masters side and He picks up His drink and knocks it back sharply.Tossing the empty glass tumbler onto the carpet without a care,Terrence places His hands on his hips and with a small nod sends my wife into action. "..home of the whopper Ray" Joan says calmly,barely glancing over at me,causing Terrence to sniff in amusement. Her red nails delve into the elastic waistband, peeling away the cotton underwear gently,exposing Terrences black pubic hair first. Joan moves forward from Her hips and starts to pull the elastic more outwardly. my eyes shift between Joans gorgeous face and the unenveloping of Her lovers manhood. This little episode is a ritual Terrence particularly enjoys. In a few heartpounding seconds,Joan has Terrences thick,long,turgid prick warting right in front of Her wide eyed look and pulls the underwear into a pool around His ankles. "Oh babydoll" my wife mews, savouring the truly monsterous cockmeat and equally impressive testicles. "I may as well tell you now Joan.. tonight I`m gonna use this to fuck you up the ass" Terrences words are met with a slight hesitation and then a smile and then a nodding smile from my wife. "Anything doll..you know that...He wants my other hole Ray...the one you`ve only licked" Terrences prick is a huge. It hangs down between His legs like a fat cucumber. It is flaccid and is un-cut, the foreskin forming an inch -long, thickly puckered, nipple-like mouth in front of the concealed but hugely bulging cockhead beneath. The thing hangs down, thickly veined and powerful looking in its heavy girth.His testicles,the size of plum tomatoes, hang heavily, suspended by His long, pendulous scrotum. The look my wife gives me speaks volumes. Terrence steps out of His underwear and my wife collects them,scrunches them into a wad and begins to push them into my mouth,another regular occurence upon Terrences disrobing. "No.Get them out.I have something else for him to chew on" To be continued... 2495 1.09/512345