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The next day, with my head still in a whirl from Annette’s revelations I went to see a good friend of mine called Toby.

Toby is a bloke I first met several years ago at a business conference. He was a likeable sort of bloke, we got on well together and even though we were in rather different kinds of businesses we’d been good friends ever since.

I called Toby’s number and got his secretary, or so I thought, who suggested I call in to see him around lunchtime that day.

He was his usual ebullient self when we met, sincere, serious and as self deprecating as always. Obviously pleased to see me he shook my hand warmly.

A girl brought some tea in, unasked, along with a whole packet of biscuits and we set about dunking them while talking lightly about that and this.

I had intended to bring up the question of Annette’s nipples in a detached businesslike manner for Toby is a professional tattooist and body piercer you see, but as it happened he beat me to it.

“Had a big order come in today” he told me, in between munches “loads of new stuff from China and the Far East”

“Not furniture surely?” I asked, thinking along the wrong lines entirely.

“Jewellery!” Toby said “Furniture indeed!”

“Now that is interesting!” I said. I wonder if you’d have anything suitable for Annette. That’s why I came to see you really. You see I owe her a present and would rather not buy her another book. Jeffrey Archer’s words do pall after a while!”

“What would she like do you think?” Toby asked carefully. “Gold, silver, platinum, niobium, stainless, titanium……”

“I don’t know!” I admitted “I……I haven’t thought about it that much”

“Pendant, Brooch, Earrings?” he ventured hazily.

“Rings for her tits……that’s what she said”

Unfazed Toby nodded thoughtfully.

“Nip rings have become very popular with the ladies of late. Even more than navel jewellery, I’d say”

“Is it……” I stumbled for words for a moment, my thoughts racing. Annette was fifty three years old with breasts which, while they were still shapely, were no longer as firm as they once were. I sat there in a quandary, suddenly wanting to ask him so many things but not wanting to sound ignorant or make myself sound stupid. How common were women with pierced nipples I wondered, and no I didn’t mean common in that sort of way.

Once upon a time a woman simply had her ears pierced. The lobes that is, for the insertion of discreet, fashionable earrings. Then who should come along but someone with foreign ideas and little diamond like nose studs began to appear. They weren’t so bad I suppose, so long as they weren’t too big, although they never did anything for me. Then suddenly people came along with several rings in their ears. All around the rim sometimes a dozen or more. It was the Indian or Arabic influences probably. Well it must have been.

But all the time there were those quietly secretive people, like Toby, who knew what was going on and the way the wind was blowing. Nipple piercing! Even the words had a certain erotic ring!

………………

I went to see Toby again, at lunchtime the very next day and with a guffaw of delight he greeted me.

“Got her round to your way of thinking did you?” he asked “About the old titties that is?”

“It was her idea originally!” I told him “But I do want to make an appointment, yes”

“Appointment!” Toby chortled “No need for that! I’m free all afternoon on Saturday if you can bring her in then?”

“I was hoping you’d say that” I said. “She’s been driving me mad since we first talked about it……”

“Just nipples?” he asked hopefully “Nowhere else? Navel for instance. I know what some women are like when they get started”

“We haven’t talked about anywhere else” I told him “But she has got a lot of ideas……”

And she got very excited when I phoned her later at work.

………………

She was still excited when she got home, having had, so she said, a most enjoyable day. Simply thinking about the weekend had changed her disposition entirely and now she’d made up her mind there’d be no going back. So excited that she got me to grope her in the hallway the moment she got in. We fucked violently on the bedroom floor in the middle of her taking off her office clothes.

“Whatever has got into you?” I asked afterwards.

“Oh dear!” she moaned. “I keep thinking about what might happen when you take me”

“You’re only getting nipple rings” I said “He’s not going to fuck you”

“Oh…oh!” she groaned “I wondered about that!”

Her words got me wondering all over again.

………………


“What shall I wear?” she asked, all of a panic on Saturday morning. It was going to be one of those days, I could tell that already. And all because the lady was getting some rings in her tits.

“Tee shirt and shorts” ribaldry suggested

“Don’t think so” she told me “It is too cold for that”

We made love distractedly and messily, all the way through breakfast and she wanted to do it again as soon as we’d cleared up.

“So what the hell should I wear?” she lowed, sometime after that.

A whole series of possibilities were gone through like lightning, skirts and tops appearing and disappearing as if on a merry-go-round. By that time I wouldn’t have cared if she’d gone entirely naked, or dressed in a sack, I was beginning to get fed up with it. In the end and contrary to all my expectations she chose familiar old blouse and a well worn pair of blue jeans with a hint of cameltoe built into the design.

“Do you think I should leave my bra off?” she asked carefully

“It will make it easier……” I began and she ran back upstairs

“It will make it easier for him! That’s what you were going to say, wasn’t it” she asked defiantly when I went up to see what she was doing.

“Well yes!” I said looking at both bra and blouse which she’d thrown on the floor.

Still retaining an air of defiance she put on a tight woollen top which I thought looked fabulous without any bra. Finally she put a jacket on so as not to be so obvious when she got out of the car.

……………


I touched her up in the car while we waited at the traffic lights and again as we waited in a queue to turn right. Pressing my fingers against the tight seam of her jeans was enough to get her going all over again.

I’ve always thought those jeans looked good on her. They really emphasised she shape of her arse and, when she stands a certain way they show off her crease as well. Beautifully. She knew that of course and was turned on terrifically by the time we got to Toby’s place. So turned on she nearly came with excitement as we walked to his door.

……………

She’d met Toby before of course. Lots of times in business meetings, informal gathering and whatever but he greeted her as a long lost friend anyway.

“Your husband tells me you are interested in some of my jewellery” he mentioned casually.

“That’s right!”

Interested I said to myself. She’s thought about nothing else all the week and I’d gone through hell trying to keep up with all her demands.

Toby took her ahead of me, through an archway into what he called his inner sanctum.

“I do all my best work in here!” he was telling her when I walked in.

I could see why that might have been so straight away – a complicated looking contraption, not unlike an old fashioned dentists chair dominated the place.

There was a lot of other stuff too, the tools of his trade I suppose. And a glass cabinet of jewellery, loads of it, at one end of the room.

Toby winked at me before taking her over to look at it. Typically he’d already spotted the pronounced cameltoe.

“What do you want me to do?” Annette asked, fidgeting uncertainly.

“See if there is anything you like?”

“Oh yes……yes”

Courteously Toby offered to take her jacket and noticed her bra-less state the moment she handed it to him.

“Exciting, isn’t it?” he smiled lightly.

She nodded automatically, staring at the display cabinet and seeing her own, slightly distorted reflection in the glass.

With growing anticipation I watched Annette lean over the display. It might have been Tiffany’s or one of those discreetly lit windows you see in London’s Bond Street that she was looking at rather than a cheap glass cabinet in the untidy front bedroom of a second floor flat such were the expressions of delight which passed over her face.

There were a thousand and one different items of adornment on show in that glass topped cabinet. Everything from plain simple rings to the most intricately contrived flights of fancy imaginable, all cleverly thought out items for every conceivable part of the body.

“I hadn’t realised” she said suddenly “there would be so many lovely things to choose from!”

Obviously pleased Toby smiled broadly.

“Where do those go?” she asked pointing at a range of different coloured studs.

“Most of those are for ladies genitalia” Toby told her

“Oh……yes?”

“Some could be used in other places but I’d recommend something simpler for your nipples” Toby advised. “Any of those straight bars or rings……”

“I’d like……” she began again before stopping to look quickly at both of us.

“Why don’t you choose something for me?”

“I’d say have one or two of everything” I laughed and Toby, ever the gentleman, laughed along with me.

“A lot depends on your shape and the way you want them to look!” Toby said “There are no hard and fast rules except I’d say you’d want them to be comfortable”

“How big……”Toby began to ask and she got the wrong end of the stick entirely.

“A little over thirty eight if I stand up properly!”

His eyes went to her breasts immediately.

“No I meant how big were you thinking for the rings?”

“I don’t know!” she said “You’re the expert. You tell me!”

“Ok!” Toby declared decisively “Take your jumper off and show me what’s on offer and I’ll tell you what I think would be best!”

Nobody could have put it plainer than that!

……………

I had to help her off with the top because she was sweating so much. She must have been feeling hot and bothered rather than just hot as it wasn’t particularly warm in the room. The woolly came off her like skinning a rabbit, inside out, with her head and arms stretched straight out in front, a position which did more than anything to emphasise the first view Toby had of her breasts.

“Ok!” he said, all businesslike the moment she stood up again “Lots of scope there!”

Daringly she put her hands on her hips and pouted at him.

“What do you mean, lots of scope?”

Toby smiled and stared at her objectively.

“I’ve some twenty mil rings that would look nice……

“Alright……”

“In gold……or silver?”

“What do you think? she asked, looking at me.

“Oh gold! Go for gold!”

Toby nodded, reached for a little box on a shelf. “Gold it is then!”

……………

There was a knack to it, as I thought there must be, a way of drawing the nipples out to their full extent. Toby used his fingers to begin with then a pair of daintily little clamps to keep them there once they were erect. I sat next to the chair she was in, held her hand and distinctly heard her sigh deeply. One of my wife’s fantasies was coming true it seemed.

She yelled when the cannular went through the first time but in a matter of seconds the gold ring was in. Then I held both her hands tightly and she yelled again as Toby fitted the other.

There was a little blood, a spot or two, nothing much. Barely enough to leave a pink smear on a moist tissue.

“There you are! All done” Toby exclaimed, holding a mirror.

Flushing brightly she made a face at her reflection.

“You realise they’ll always be partly erect now, don’t you” Toby asked.

“They are already!” Annette grinned.

I wanted to kiss her and hug her and tell her what a wonderful girl she was but before I could do anything like that she smoothed one hand over the cameltoe and said something which astounded me.

“Now what would you recommend for down here?”

“For genital piercing you mean? Toby asked, caught slightly unawares.

“What about those stud things I looked at?”

“It all depends” Toby said.


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