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Her breasts appeared larger than I remembered them when she stood up and began to undo her jeans, but they moved as always, heavily and wonderfully independent of each other. Now, newly adorned with gold rings the nipples stood out stiffly, bright pink little magnets for any man’s hands.

And dammit if her backside didn’t look more shapely too, when she turned to hang her jeans over the back of the chair.

I caught a glimpse of Toby out of the corner of one eye. He’d a self satisfied look on his face as if to say ‘I told you so’ Then Annette had her thumbs under the elastic of a ridiculously small pair of knickers and was shoving them down her thighs as calmly as if she was in her bedroom.

Quite honestly I felt for some reason both thrilled and embarrassed and, when the handkerchief sized screwed up bit of cotton knickers joined her jeans on the chair I didn’t, for some moments, quite know what to do.

“Depends upon what?” I heard her say and in my confusion I didn’t know whether her question was addressed to me or to Toby.

“On several things!” he said “Most of ‘em to do with the shape of you!”

Annette made a little noise, halfway between a cough and a laugh when she sat back in the chair and I did a double take, no a double, double take, because when she leaned back I saw she’d shaved off every bit of her lovely hair.

……………

Annette has a soft, well fleshed pussy, nicely shaped and neat, without the protruding labia that some girls have. Now as I looked at it, all pink and clean shaven I was damn sure it was swollen like it often gets when we’re making love. And as well as feeling embarrassed and thrilled by the situation we were in I found myself suddenly, uncomfortably erect. There was my wife, showing herself off to Toby in a way which suggested unmistakably what she wanted. Turned on? That’s an understatement I can tell you!

Annette had a strange little smile on her face, not knowing I suppose, quite what to expect. Instinctively she leaned back and moved her legs further apart when he knelt on the floor.

“Do some girls get turned on when they come here!” she enquired lightly.

“You’d be surprised how many” Toby said.

Annette jerked visibly when he began to examine her.

I know it is all part of what he does for a living but I didn’t expect him to do it in quite the way he did. At least not so blatantly sexually.

“Plenty of room here for whatever you want” he murmured, tugging at her gently. “I wouldn’t recommend more than two at a time though, you might find it uncomfortable”

“Two at a time?” I heard Annette say wonderingly “How many do you think I should have?

“I’d try one pair of rings to begin with” Toby suggested “You can always get something different if you don’t like them”

He pulled her pussy open with both hands as he said this, wide enough for her inner lips to be exposed.

Annette was obviously very aroused and by the way Toby was acting I judged him to be also.

“It……it feels so nice when you do that” she murmured suddenly “So nice I……I want to cum……!”

“A lot of girls do!” Toby said “Especially if they have a little something here!”

He brushed the tip of her exposed clitoris lightly.

“I……Oh fuck!” she jerked “I wouldn’t dare!”

“Take your time!” Toby said. “I am not going to rush you……”

“Alright……

“……because you might find you don’t like it…… or that you like it too much! You may already be too sensitive……”

Annette jerked and gasped as he continued to pinch the tissue around her clitoris with his fingers.

“This is astonishing!” I said to myself “Here my wife who, only a couple of weeks ago showed no interest whatever in sex, now sitting naked and aroused while another man fingers her and kneels between her legs.

“You alright?” I asked.

Annette grinned at me crookedly.

“Yea……no……, oh fuck……I want to cum…...”

“Well I expect being starkers with a bloke who insists on playing around with your pussy and tits has helped a lot towards that!” I suggested and both my naked wife and Toby bloke laughed together.

“The concept behind female genital piercing” Toby began telling her “is not to prevent sexual activities……”

“Good!” Annette said. “I don’t want……

“……or even to make them uncomfortable……”

“O.k!”

“Rather they done to enhance, and heighten pleasure ……”

“Sounds good!” Annette murmured quietly.

“……to stimulate and arouse……

“……Uh!”

He had two fingers firmly inside her when I looked closely.

“……encourage and foster beauty……”

“……uhuHH!”

Two fingers inside her and his thumb……

“……and appreciation……”

……tickling her little pink button

“……of the ……cunt!”

Not examining but masturbating!

“UH UH!” Annette grunted again, obviously enjoying it.

“I can put a ring in each side if you like, or I can……” Toby told her, his fingers working rhythmically.

“Do it! Do it! Don’t stop!” Annette cried.

I hadn’t heard her say anything like that for several years and hearing it then, as she sprawled, lewdly impaled on Toby’s fingers brought memories of the good times we’d had together vividly back to me. I found myself dry mouthed, open mouthed, wanting to speak without being able to, wanting to dribble, to drool, to……

“Dooon’t stop!” she wailed again.

Detachedly I watched Toby unfastening his trousers. He’d short curly hair on his belly and wore pair of dark blue boxer shorts. His prick looked huge when it came into view, stiff and business like and surprisingly pale and Annette astounded me for the second time that day.

“Fuck me” she said.

For a second Toby gazed at her as if wondering what on earth he was doing, then with an oddly mechanical pivoting movement he shoved himself straight into her.

Annette jerked herself backwards in the chair, threw her legs up and around his waist and her arms around his shoulders all in a single swift movement.

“Do it! Do it!” she screamed.

I stood immobile as this happened, seeing everything without at first believing it. My mate with his cock in my wife’s cunt as far as it would go and her with her arms round his shoulders and her legs round his back.

She appeared oblivious to everything other than her own overwhelming need as she jerked and lifted herself against him desperately. I watched his buttocks tighten when he thrust deeper, then relax when he moved, everso slightly back.

“Go on! Go onnn!” Annette howled urgently.

I watched the way her breasts jumped and jerked and the way her belly quivered spasmodically like limp jelly under her skin. Without meaning to I found myself moving closer to them, wanting to touch, to participate, to join, to be part of something my wife had, until that moment only ever done with me.

Her mouth hung open, her head lay back against the top of the chair. I watched the way his cock grow slick with mucus, the way the fat flesh of her pussy moved in time to his cock. Out and in. With a little jerk. Out and in. I noticed the way her breasts spread themselves fatly between her and him, the nipples he’d so recently fiddled with nosing like little thimbles against his tee shirt and I wanted for a single mad moment to actually be him.

And Annette was making those noises I realised suddenly. The keening, panting noise she made when she was enjoying herself with me, the noises she made when she had my cock inside her. The same noises she was now making with another man.

I found myself standing staring, watching Toby’s buttocks clench and jerk. Pale hair filled the space between his cheeks, darkening and becoming untidier lower down where the darker crinkle of Annette’s arse gleamed wetly at me.

“Ooooohfuckkk!” one of them said, the words coming in a long drawn out gasp.

He looked huge, what I could see of him from where I stood. Huge with her plump pussy lips stretched around him.

“Fuuuuuuck!” she groaned as he lifted and plunged.

I was close enough to touch them when with a combined howl and yell they climaxed together, locked together in that peculiar chair.

For a while they remained there, frozen in orgasm’s rictus, then my wife uncrossed her legs, put her feet on the floor and allowed her body to sag away from him.

They kissed carefully, lips to lips unhurriedly while I stood awkwardly, discomfited, staring and staring so hungrily, still only half believing what I had seen.

Her pussy yawned wide when he finally slipped out of her and even flaccid he seemed to sport a yard or more. I wanted to say something, do something, make a joke, anything. Most of all, perversely, I discovered I wanted to fuck her myself while her lover was still with her.

Then clutching his trousers Toby scrambled to his feet quickly and without looking at me.

“Fucking hell I needed that so much” Annette breathed, leaning back in the chair and sighing deeply while bubbles of cum welled and dripped onto the seat.

……………

Toby reappeared after a couple of minutes with a sheepish look on his face and a couple of bits of apparatus not unlike something you might see in an operating theatre, in his hands. They looked, I thought rather like an engineers clamps in miniature.

“Here we are!” He declared exaggeratedly “Specially warmed on the radiator! Are……are you ready?”

Annette quivered in anticipation in the chair.

He knelt down again, there on the floor between her legs where he’d so recently been and slipped into place, side by side in her soft, semen slick flesh, the clamps which would hold her pussy lips firmly apart and ready for piercing.

“Contrary to what most of the uninitiated think, genital piercing is not particularly painful” Toby told her “Some piercees compare the brief discomfort of genital piercing to ear lobe piercing…...”

“Ok!” Annette said.

A trickle of pale milky fluid appeared between the clamps. Toby wiped it away without comment but it was immediately replaced more.

He has overfilled her, I thought distractedly.

“When I tell you” Toby was saying “I want you to pretend you are blowing out lots of birthday candles! As quick as you can, like this……”

He had the forethought to turn his head away before going Puff! Puff! Puff!

Annette had a weird look on her face when he’d done.

“Got that?” Toby asked.

Annette nodded. “Bit like having a kid, isn’t it? They tell you to do that then!”

All three of us laughed.



“I shall do this side first” Toby told, touching the clamp on her left lightly, then the other side……”

“Ok!”

“Ready?”

“Y……yes!”

“Blow!”

She let out a different sort of yelp when the cannular pierced her tissue, a harsher, earthier, darker sort of sexual bark.

“That’s one!” Toby said.

“Oh……”

“You alright?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah!” Annette said.

She began blowing again while her right side received a similar treatment bringing forth a similar scream, then Toby, still looking decidedly unsettled, removed the clamps from her lips.

“Looks good!” I offered

“Doesn’t it?” Toby said.

He fetched a mirror, held it and Annette peered avidly.

“Looks fucking brilliant!” she said, while semen trickled out of her in an endless stream.

………………

The tight jeans hurt her when she put them back on because she was so swollen but she let me touch her anyway, on the way home, not caring if she was sore or not.

“I wish I’d worn a skirt” she said “I……I never thought”

“Then you could have left your drawers off for me”

“Mmmm!” Annette nodded. “I……I’ll know another time!”

“I should have had you back there” I admitted eventually “straight after Toby I mean. Got down there and done it like Toby did”

“Oh I wish you had……” she said.


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