Author's note: This story is a condensed excerpt from a much larger work.
Background: My name is Tami. I'm a thirty-nine year old woman and I'm part of a group marriage with one husband, Bill, and three wives, myself, Kim, and Jill. I'm five foot six with long honey blond hair and a trim one hundred and twenty pound body. I have D cup breasts, a twenty-three inch waist, and thirty-eight inch hips. My armpit hair is grown out and kept trimmed to about an inch and all of my pubic hair is kept plucked. As a symbol of our marriage all of us have permanent -- no captive ball -- gold rings in our nipples. My nipples are large and are dark brown. I have a large gold captive ball ring in each of my inner labia, matching large rings in my outer labia and a tiny one right in the end of my clitoris. My husband also had two tattoos done on my body. They are matching red roses with green stems and leaves, one where my pubic hair used to be and the other just above the crack of my ass. I have a huge sexual appetite and I've found that I really enjoy medium to heavy pain with my sex. I and my other wives have given our husband total control over our sexual activities. He creates sexual adventures for each of us based on our unique sexual preferences.
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Hi everyone. I'm now going to tell you a story from the early part of my relationship with Bill. At that time I was still married and I only met with Bill one night a month for a sexual adventure. This particular adventure was my fourth time with him. By this point in time he'd awakened in me the sexual being that had been bottled up by nearly twenty years of marriage with what I now know was the wrong man for me.
I met Bill at our pre-arranged place, a bus stop a couple of blocks from my house. I was into the fourth month of an 'eat well and exercise' routine, and it was really improving my figure. I had only lost a couple of pounds, but I sure had moved some around. I was leaner and more muscular everywhere and I looked like a woman in her mid-twenties. Right on time I walked up to the bus stop. I was thoroughly enjoying the walk. I was dressed in a short denim skirt and a skimpy halter top and I just loved the looks I was getting from the people in the cars that were passing me. I wasn't wearing any underwear, as per Bill's orders, and the gold rings he'd placed in my inner labia were jiggling and bouncing as I walked. This was just the icing on the cake of a month's worth of impatiently waiting for this night. I was totally enjoying the felling of being a very sexy woman. The sense of 'femaleness' that welled up in me was almost overpowering!
I smiled warmly at Bill as I got into the front seat. "Hello, Master," I cooed. "What will you're pleasure be this time? How may I serve you?"
He smiled back at me and took a good long look at me. After almost a full minute, I finally giggled and asked, "What?"
"You're glowing!" he replied. "You're wearing your sexual desire like a cloak. Your every movement screamed that you are a woman that is proud of her sex and her sexuality. I can't hide you away from the world tonight. That would be criminal! You look absolutely fantastic tonight, my beautiful sex toy. You have a sexual glow going that I'm just going to have to share with as many people as I can."
His words enflamed me! I felt a huge blush and a wonderful tingling sensation low in my belly. My God this man could make me horny! He reached out his hand and cupped my right breast.
"Ooooohhhh, Master," I breathed huskily. I put my hand on his and pressed it hard against my breast. "Master I have never been this horny in my life. I haven't been able to sit down all day. I have to keep standing or the pressure on my cunt almost makes me cum. Please fuck me, Master"
I was now quivering with excitement. He tweaked my nipple with his thumb and finger and my moan of delight was almost a growl.
"You've just given me a couple of ideas, my sex toy. Three actually but I'll reserve inserting several inches of my body inside yours until much later. Buckle up! We have to hurry."
He fired up the car and drove off. Several minutes later we pulled up at Don's piercing shop. We got there just as they were closing up, but when Don saw us he waved us inside.
"This should just take a minute," Bill said. "I'd like to up the size of Tami's rings. Have a look and tell me what you'd suggest."
I could tell that my face was flushed with excitement as I took off my halter-top and slipped out of my skirt. My radiant sexual glow wasn't lost on Don either. He paused as he walked towards me after washing his hands and just looked at me for several seconds.
"You're sure looking good tonight, Tami," Don said. The additional praise just added to my aura. I straightened my back and pushed my breasts out a littler farther. Don looked me over and said, "She could take an eight gauge ring in her nipples, and I might even have a heavier pair for her labia. Have you considered stepping up to gold plating? With her skin tones and this glow that she has going the gold would look great."
"Do it!" I said.
Don picked out two pairs of gold captive ball rings. He cleaned them well and had me sit on his table while he did the swap. He had to hold each of my breasts as he used some liquid anti-bacterial soap to lubricate each of my existing rings. Then he removed the balls from the old and new rings, pushed the old ones out with the new ones, which required a little bit of pushing and twisting, and then he fixed the new gold balls in the larger gold rings. I had been quietly moaning while he did this, and at first Don thought he was hurting me. Then he looked at my face and saw that my eyes were nearly closed and I was just floating on the sensations that were flooding her body from my big sensitive nipples. Don then performed the same process on my labia rings. The ones that Bill had placed in me were already an eight gauge, so I don't know what size these new ones were. Maybe six? They were visibly larger and looked much heavier. I was trembling as Don pulled and pushed to get the new rings through my piercings. Twice he had to stop and wipe my labia dry so that he could get a grip on them. My cunt was flowing like a spring.
When he was done, I continued to lie on her back gasping and trembling. "Are you OK?" Don asked her.
"Oh yes," I replied dreamily. "I'm just sorry that you didn't take a minute longer down there. I almost came."
Don and Bill laughed and they both helped me to stand up.
"Oh MY!" I said and reached down to my cunt. "These are heavy. I thought the old ones would drive me crazy with their bouncing and tugging. I'll be able to cum just walking down the street with these."
The new gold nipple rings did look great against my creamy skin and dark nipples. I took a few brisk steps and tested the sensations caused by the bigger, heavier rings. "Oooh!" I squealed holding my palms against my nipples. They're much heavier and they tug and bounce much more. I love them. Thank you Don. Thank you Master."
Bill only winced a little bit when he saw the bill, but he just shrugged and paid it. We thanked Don again and I slipped into my clothes again before we left. Back in the car , Bill drove us to an adult toy and clothing store near the edge of the city. When we got there it was dark outside and it looked like the only person in the store was the woman clerk who Bill said he knew. He told me to take my clothes off and follow me in. Without a blink I removed my two pieces and got out of the car. I followed him across the sidewalk and into the store without a glance at the cars that went past.
"Well hello," the clerk greeted us, giving me a speculative once over. "What can I help you find tonight?"
"What I have in mind," Bill said, "Is something white, very light material -- almost transparent, clingy but not too tight, soft, maybe a big slit up the side, something really hot," and all three of us burst out laughing.
"Let's have a look back here," the clerk said. "I think we might have something like what you're describing. I'll warn you though this is the high end section of the store."
She led us back into a corner isle and started leafing through the rack. "No. No. No. Ah, take a look at this!" she said and pulled out a three-piece white outfit. It was a skirt and tank top with a matching lightweight jacket. I felt the material and even though it was thin like nylon, it was soft and shimmery. The clerk held it up to a light and I saw that I could see right though it.
"I think you'd better try that on," he said to me.
I stroked the material and said, "It's beautiful!"
"Then it's a perfect match for you," he said and the look he gave me told me that he meant every word, "Try it on."
The clerk unhooked the skirt from the hanger and handed it to me. I gently stepped into it and pulled it up my curvy thighs. The skirt clung to my thighs like a second skin, yet it wasn't too tight. There wasn't a slit in the side, but there was one that came up the front of my left thigh higher than my pussy. In the bright store lighting, the crack of my ass was easily visible through the material and my honey colored pubic Mohawk stood out plainly. I grinned at the look on Bill's face and reached for the tube top. A lot of tub tops don't work for women with large breasts like mine. This one followed every contour of my chest and breasts without mashing anything, yet still looked secure enough that it wasn't in danger of falling down. My breasts were almost unrestrained and they wobbled and swayed very naturally as I moved. Again the material was thin enough that my dark nipples and even the gold color of their rings was easily seen. I then put on the light jacket. It as meant to be worn with the outfit on cool evenings, and as such didn't even have any buttons and didn't meet in the front anyway. It was just to designed to keep the wearer's shoulders warm walking from the car. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked stunning!
