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                                      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 instictivly.
                                 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 devottee.
                                 "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?To 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 ammusement.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 mous,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...
