[There is sex in this story. Love and betrayal too. Some loud, mouthy guys think they can push their way through life shoving the mild men out of their way. It isn't always true.]
Editor's note: story contains violence.
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Brian was one of those guys. You know the type. Raised to be a nice guy. Made it all the way through school without getting into a fight. No one could even remember him yelling in anger. Went to a middle of the road college and got a degree in something mild, like him.
During the two years between his Bachelors degree and his Masters he started dating. He had been too focused on education before then and he didn't think he was much of a catch. Of the women he dated he was intimate with two. Something about their expectations and his inexperience didn't have those be very satisfying for either Brian or the two women.
Sheila thought he was a good catch. She had partied hard for a couple years and figured out that the hard partiers she had met weren't going anywhere in life. She decided she wanted a reliable, steady man who wouldn't wander. When she started looking for husband material she saw Brian. He was surprised when she noticed him.
He'd seen her on campus and thought she was very pretty but not in his league. She dressed with too much color, too much jewelry, too much cleavage to have anything to do with someone like him. She was tall and liked wearing heels that made her even taller. She knew her legs looked good and she showed most of her legs every day by wearing short skirts. She also knew she had great tits. Lots of boy-men had told her how great they were. So she wrapped them in lace and barely covered the lace.
She sat near Brian almost every day for three weeks before he spoke to her. Another week before he shared lunch with her and two more weeks before he asked her out. She had focused on him and stopped dating other men. He didn't know it. He just felt blessed that she spent some time with him.
She changed her style of dress as they dated more. Still colorful, but not quite as flashy. Still wore jewelry, but diamond stud earrings instead of chandeliers. She began dressing so he got glimpses of lace instead of everyone seeing most of her chest every day. By the time he was ready to receive his Masters and slide right into a good steady job at a good steady salary he was ready to ask Sheila to be his wife.
He got the Masters at a ceremony on a Friday. On Saturday he was at the main chapel on campus and Sheila became Mrs. Brian Mild. They went to Cancun for their honeymoon and the day after they returned Brian started work for a research company.
On their weekends Sheila liked to be out, doing things and enjoying life. Brian liked seeing her have a good time and he was proud to be seen with her. He learned to do the things she liked doing and he even got good at a couple of those things.
One of their favorite places to go was a resort about thirty miles from where they lived. The resort sponsored dances, parties, golf, tennis, bridge and other contests. Brian was very good at bridge and loved to dance with Sheila. He wasn't the only one who liked to dance with Sheila. Simon Williams liked to dance with her too.
Simon was about three years older than Brian. He had been popular in high school and college because he was an athlete. He was tall, muscular and good looking. Brian developed a dislike for the man the first time they met. Simon was so sure of himself, so flashy and he treated people like they weren't important. The day they met Simon was giving one of the staff hell for a mistake. Simon said he had ordered one cocktail and the man had brought him something else. Simon verbally abused the man loudly enough that twenty or more people had heard the exchange. It made Brian uncomfortable.
Later the same evening Brian and Sheila had just finished dancing and Brian wanted to sit one out. Simon stepped up and asked Sheila if she'd dance the next dance with him. She looked at Brian and he nodded. They danced two dances together and from where Brian sat everything looked Ok.
After the second dance Sheila started to walk towards Brian and Simon grabbed her arm. He said something and Sheila pulled away from him and took a couple more steps toward Brian. Brian got up and closed the distance between them and heard Simon saying, "Why be with him? Being with me is exciting!"
Brian stood beside Sheila and answered him, "Because being with me is being with her husband. And, I love her."
Simon laughed. "She could do so much better than you. I could show her how to really live. Being with me would be something!"
Brian turned Sheila and walked away. He felt turmoil inside. That was the closest to a conflict he had ever been in. He and Sheila sat and talked with some other people they knew and after one more dance together they went home. Sheila told Brian she didn't like Simon and she appreciated his rescue.
Over the next few months they had occasional bumps with Simon and each time Simon talked to Sheila like she was stupid for being with Brian. On their first anniversary they went to Southern California for a week. While they were there they walked along the Venice Boardwalk. Hundreds of small shops and booths like at a county fair selling almost anything a tourist might want.
At one of the shops Sheila saw two beautiful women coming out dressed in the smallest bikinis she had ever seen. She stopped, watched them walk by and then entered the shop. There were pictures and drawings all over the walls. Pictures and drawings of tattoos and piercings. As Sheila looked Brian looked too and he was a little uncomfortable. A woman with a tattoo of a dragon on her left shoulder and one of a Chinese symbol on her forearm stood near Sheila and asked if she could help.
Sheila spoke to her in a soft, quiet voice. Brian was less than five feet away and he didn't hear what they said. The woman told Sheila to come into the back for a minute. She told Brian to wait there and she followed the woman into the back.
When they came back to Brian Sheila said, "Brian, I want to give you a gift for our anniversary. I really want to do this. I've been thinking about it for longer than we've been married."
"You want me to get a tattoo?"
"No. You can if you want, but I want to get a tattoo on me, for you."
"What and where?"
She pulled her bikini bottom down and showed Brian what the artist had drawn on her skin, just above her slit. His name.
She said, "No one will ever see it except you and me and it will remind you that my pussy belongs to you. I want to have your name on me every minute of the rest of my life."
He was touched. He was also turned on. She was standing there in the shop with her suit pulled down and her bald pussy exposed, with his name drawn on it.
He smiled and said, "How long will it take?"
The woman told him a half hour. Sheila told her not to say how much, this was her gift to him and she would pay for it.
Two minutes later they were in the back. Sheila handed Brian her bikini bottom and sat in the chair with Angela sitting between her legs. Brian sat next to Sheila and held her hand. Sheila asked if Angela would please lock the front door. She did. When she came back Sheila removed the top of her suit and pulled Brian's suit down. When his cock sprang into view Angela said, "Nice!" Then Sheila hid his cock in her mouth while the buzzing noise followed the artist's fingers and Brian's name became a part of Sheila.
When the tattoo was done Angela said, "Before you get up I want to offer something to you. Lots of married couples get the wife's hood pierced. A small gold ring, a symbol of the intimacy they share. If you want one, I'll give it to you for the price of the ring. The piercing is free."
Brian said, "I don't know."
Angela stood up and unbuttoned her jeans, dropping them to the floor. Her pussy was shaved like Sheila's and a small gold ring hung from the hood over her clit. She spread her legs and used her fingers to spread her lips so both Brian and Sheila could see where the ring was placed.
"Would you wear a ring like that for me?" Brian asked.
"Of course! And every time you eat me you can play with my ring and give me a wonderful orgasm."
He looked at Angela's pussy and said, "Do it!"
Angela made Brian wash his hands and put on gloves. She got the ring and the piercing tools ready then she had Brian hold Sheila's pussy open. She grasped the tender tissue of Sheila's hood and snapped the tool, piercing the hood. Sheila jumped a tiny bit. Brian watched as Angela formed the ring through the piercing and used another tool to grip the ends of the ring. Sheila said, "It's hot!"
Angela removed the tool and used a moist cloth to cool the ring and the area.
"The ring is solid. There's only one way it comes off and that's to break the ring. I hope it's there for the rest of your life."
Sheila put her suit back on and they left the shop. It turned Brian on the rest of the day to know the tattoo of his name and the ring were on Sheila's pussy.
Three or four times a week he visited the ring and his name from that day on. Sheila loved the attention she got from Brian and she loved having his name so close to her pussy. Brian had liked eating pussy before she got the tattoo but after it was like his favorite thing to do.
A week after their anniversary they were back at the resort and out by the pool. Sheila wore a modest two piece suit. Well, modest compared to the ones she wore before Brian. Those suits were thong bottomed. Her suits since she got married had a modesty panel that covered a three inch path down the center of her ass. This suit also had a big enough front panel that Brian's name didn't show. The top she had on that day let everyone know there were "D" sized breasts inside but hid her nipples and held most of her breasts behind cloth. They got into a pool volleyball game with other couples and had a lot of fun, until Simon joined the game.
Every time the ball went to Simon he spiked it hard, right at Brian. No one else was spiking the ball at all. By the time Simon had been in the game ten minutes the game was no longer fun for anyone. He berated Brian for not returning a single hit, for not having any muscles, and his comments spilled onto all the other players. None of them knew how to play volleyball.
When Brian announced that he and Sheila were done Simon got angry. "What do you mean you're done? A match is best of five games. You're not going anywhere!"
"This is not a competition, Simon. We were playing for fun until you came. We just were having fun. It's not fun any more. We're done."
He continued his rant on Brian until her realized that all the other players had left. As Brian and Sheila stepped out of the pool Simon was left alone in the water. He swam to the side and pulled himself out.
