Wedding Ring Gone

Wedding Ring Gone.

It was a few days before Xmas and my husband Jeff and I were hosting a small party for friends and neighbours who lived nearby. We had already put up our Xmas tree and decorations, just to get everyone in the holiday mood. There was also a good supply of drink available and everyone was having a good time.

There was about twelve people left sitting in our lounge, mostly couples and a few singles when I decided to clear the tables of empty plates, cups and wine glasses and do some washing up.

I was at the kitchen sink running hot water and starting to do that, when I felt someone behind me. It was Dan Welby a neighbour and one of the singles, who lived a few streets away. It was someone my husband had asked over, but, I didn't know him that well.

I felt his hot breath on my neck and somewhat startled, I dropped the cup I was drying.

"I'll get that," he grunted, bending down immediately behind me and picking it up. As he was kneeling there, I felt his hand on my calf, then it quickly slid up underneath my short dress and all the way to my bare thighs.

"Uuugh, Kirsty, you have a great pair of legs," he growled.

I gasped and was shocked at his sudden groping of my body.

"Hey, don't do that," I angrily told him, trying to push his hands away. Unfortunately, he had me jammed in a corner of the kitchen units and I was unable to fight him off.

"I love your smooth, bare, legs," he growled. "I just had to have a feel."

"And what about this sexy ass," he continued, giving it a squeeze and a firm smack. "When I see it swaying ahead of me in the street I always get a hardon.....you teasing bitch."

"Look, someone will come in...... You have to stop this." I cried desperately. The last thing I wanted was a scene with so many people in the house.

By now, his intrusive hand had slid all the way up my bare thighs to reach my panties, making me jump and squeal.

I was desperate. Things were getting out of control. My pleas became more and more frantic....

"I'll stop," he said, but

only

if you promise to come to my house tomorrow afternoon."

"No, I can't, I won't," I hissed, frantically, still fending him off as best I could. "So get off me, NOW!"

His hand kept on groping near the tops of my thighs, but, I struggled for a few seconds more, trying in vain to stop him. Now I was quite desperate to get out of his clutches, because, if anyone caught us in the act, the consequences were just unthinkable. God knows what people would say! My reputation would be in tatters.

"All right, alright, I promise," I cried, but you have to stop right now."

It was all I could do, other than scream the place down.

He stopped and stood up straight and I breathed a sigh of relief. Both of us were red faced and breathing hard. He was leering at me with a victorious smirk, as I smoothed my dress back down. I was flustered and dishevelled and my heart was thudding wildly.

Thankfully, my tormentor walked out the room.

I managed to compose myself, just in time, because, two ladies came into the kitchen carrying wine glasses. They were too busy talking to each other to notice the end of the lewd and disgusting encounter that I had been put through. In a houseful of people the incident had lasted only a minute or so and no one had noticed.

After I finished at the sink and the 2 ladies had left, I reached out for my wedding ring which I had left on the windowsill. I always took it off when doing washing up, because it was still relatively new and I was trying to keep it that way.

However, It wasn't there! I was shocked. I was sure it was where I had left it.

I frantically searched for it, but to no avail. I couldn't see it anywhere. Where could it be? Then it dawned on me that Welby must have taken it on his way out. It was the only explanation.

I stood there in a daze for a minute or two, thinking of what I could do to get it back without causing too much fuss.

I decided go to Welby's house the very next day and confront him about it. Otherwise, I would have to tell my husband, which I didn't want to do. Apart from me having to explain the groping, which could be rather awkward, things could escalate and get quite nasty. So, going round to see him was the best option.

I was confident he would hand it back, now that he had had his little joke.

Whatever his reasons for taking my ring, I knew I had to have it back. So, tomorrow, I just had to go and knock on his door.

Later in the evening, when our party was over and everyone had gone. I was in the bathroom, preparing to have a shower, but still thinking about the disgraceful grope and scuffle with Welby.

Standing in front of the full length mirror, I pulled my dress up waist high to fully expose my long legs, trying to work out just what had come over him in trying to grope me like he did.

What was it about

me

that had been so appealing to him? I wanted to understand his reasons. So I thought about that as I examined my legs and bottom

As I checked in the mirror, I saw blonde hairs had fallen over my blue eyes, making me look rather sexy and seductive. "Oh, you bad girl," I whispered, as I admired my pretty face and curvy figure in the mirror. Then I leaned in towards the glass I gave myself a lipstick kiss on the lips.

In conclusion, I could see why Welby was so intent on having me, because, I had to admit that at 5ft 7, I did have excellent legs, decent size breasts, narrow waist and a curvaceous sexy bum. However, that was no excuse for him because men like him had to learn to control themselves, especially when it came to molesting married women in their own home.

Afterwards, I held up my left hand and looked, wistfully, at my 3

rd

finger. No marriage ring!? It felt and looked so strange.

Now, still standing there, in front of the mirror with my skirt held up, I felt an erotic shiver ripple through my body, making me close my eyes for a second or so until it passed. For an instant, having no ring on that finger made me feel like a free single woman again.

It was like Welby had deprived me of my married status by taking my ring. I had been married for only a couple of years, but that ring was now an essential part of me.

I was now 25. How old was Welby? I wondered. I guessed he was in his early forties, someone much older than me. He was a handsome man in a rugged sort of way, who exuded confidence and authority, which would normally be attractive, but for his shameful conduct. Anyway, I should not be thinking of him, should I?..... Come on girl, pull yourself together I told myself.

I found it difficult to sleep that night lying next to my husband. Eventually, I had to get up and wander into the spare bedroom. I just couldn't get out of my head what had happened in the kitchen earlier that day. Welby pinning me into the corner, his hand under my dress and feeling around. I could still feel his hands on the smooth skin of my thighs.

As I thought about that, my own fingers started to finger my pussy and tease my clitoris, while also thinking about my promise to go and visit him. I didn't want to go, definitely not....but, of course, I

had to

in order to get my ring back. If I wasn't wearing it, my husband would want to know where it was and ask awkward questions. In any case, I wanted to feel married again. How dare Welby do that to me.....take my ring, Ohhhhh, the dirty old man. What was he doing to me?

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The next day, after breakfast, I watched my husband go to work. giving him a wave and a kiss at the front door. Luckily, he had not observed that my ring was missing. As if he would notice? But I was very much aware of it. It was dominating my every thought and by the time he got home after work, I wanted to be wearing it again.

Afterwards, I had to go out to post a letter. As I walked, I wondered about my bottom. Did my ass really sway like Welby had alleged? Did my walking rhythm really have that effect on men? Maybe he was right. Maybe I did walk seductively as he suggested.

After thinking about it as I walked, I realised that perhaps he was right. My ass did sway slightly. Not exaggeratedly so, but enough to support what he had said.

Heaven help me, I

was

a tease.

Just then, a couple of older school boys walking behind, wolf-whistled at me. I was quite surprised, but there was the confirmation. I was definitely a walking tease. A magnet for male lust.

I felt guilty as I made my way back home. But I was not displeased. Why should I be? On the contrary, it made me feel happy and attractive, knowing I was lusted after.

Later, I looked at my watch for the umpteenth time. It was 2.40 p.m. I couldn't settle. I had tried watching T.V. doing housework or flicking through the pages of a magazine. It was no good. I knew I had to go and see the man down the street. So, why was I putting it off? You need that wedding ring girl, I told myself. For goodness sake, don't just sit there. Go get it back

Strangely enough, I wasn't scared of him trying to grope me again because, I was sure I could cope with that? I thought, well he'd better not try that again with me or he could find himself in serious trouble.

So what to wear? I could not think straight. I was walking backwards and forwards in the bedroom with my wardrobe doors open. Don't encourage the man, I thought, wear something really conservative. But why should he frighten me into wearing something that I wouldn't normally wear? My mind was in a whirl with conflicting thoughts. Be strong, I told myself, wear what you like.

But, something in my little ditzy brain was urging me to wear something short to show off my legs. If you've got it, flaunt it as they say. But of course, that's what HE would want me to do given his outrageous behaviour of yesterday.

I was having lots of conflicting thoughts like these as I kept trying things on and getting nowhere........I was thinking far too much. It was making me dizzy.

Eventually, I made up my mind. Well I had too, because, time was moving on.

I walked down the street wearing a short skirt. It wasn't too short, I kept telling myself. After all, I did have skirts even shorter than that. However, I made myself NOT think about it. The dye was cast. I was wearing what I was wearing.

I boldly knocked on his door. I was not going to let the man intimidate me. He had my ring and I wanted it back. It was as simple as that. I HAD to have it back. I didn't even have to go into his house. He could hand it over at the door. "Steel yourself girl," I told myself. That's the way to play it.

However, seconds later, he had opened the door, ushered me in and taken my jacket. Now I was sitting on his sofa trying unsuccessfully to keep my short skirt down. He was staring at my legs from an opposite armchair. You foolish girl, I thought. What are you doing? You've done what you said you wouldn't do. Showing your legs like this is just encouraging him.

However, before we had even spoken, he was bringing me a large glass of wine and I was sipping out of it.

"I want my ring back," I told him straight. You

have

got it, haven't you?

But drat the man, he was still staring at my legs, giving them his full attention. I glanced down at my glass, had I really finished it so soon? It was probably nerves. I blinked as he replaced it with another. I should have declined but my throat was so dry....I was sipping again.

"I know you want it back," he eventually replied, tearing his lust-filled eyes away. "But the point is, what are you prepared to do to get it?"

I had not expected this. "What do you mean?" I asked, draining the last of the wine from my glass. "I don't have to do anything, do I?"

"Stand up and pull that skirt up," he demanded. "Let me see your panties."

"On no, I'm not doing that," I said immediately.

"Then let's go upstairs and you can let me fuck you," he growled, sarcastically.

"Are you crazy," I frowned. "There's no way that will happen."

"O.K then, just give me a little leg show. Then I'll give you your ring. Simple as that."

My head was in a spin, probably from the wine. I shouldn't have had a second glass, because, he was running rings round me. I was so confused that I gave in too easily.

"O.K." I reluctantly agreed. "You can have a quick look and then I'm going home with my ring.

But, no groping. I warned him....."Keep your dirty hands to yourself. I had enough of that business yesterday."

"Alright," he grudgingly agreed. Then he gesticulated with a sweep of his hand. "The floor is all yours," he said calmly.

I sighed, as I stood in front of him, albeit reluctantly, and slowly pulled up my skirt to comply with his demand.

"Higher," he insisted. "All the way up to your waist."

I closed my eyes and did what he asked. But why was I doing this? I thought. Why am I obeying him like a lovelorn schoolgirl?

However, by then, I was pulling my skirt up anyway. Soon it was up above my white panties, even showing bare flesh above my waist. My cheeks were flushed red from a mixture of shame and excitement.

"Wow, look at those superb legs," he drooled. "They drive me crazy."

"Hold your skirt up there," he ordered, "I want to have a good long look."

Still clutching my skirt up high, wispy blonde hairs fell over my eyes. I didn't mind him staring, as long as he kept his hands to himself.

"Good girl," he growled. And I blushed red again, knowing he had got the upper hand over me.

"I love those sexy white panties," he told me. They are

so

brief, did you wear them just for me?

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I didn't want to reply, or was frightened to. My throat was so dry.

"I love your legs bare, Kirstie, but I've got to ask. Do you wear stockings and suspenders, sometimes?" he inquired. "I bet you look sensational in them."

I looked at him, helplessly, but said nothing.

"Well, you must wear something like that the next time you visit me, Bring them with you and I can enjoy watching you put them on."

Again, I didn't answer, but, he had me thinking about how I would look in them. My husband had never asked me to put on stockings like that or want to watch me doing it.

"You are irresistible," Welby chuckled. "If you were my wife I'd have you walking around the house naked."

NAKED?.....Now he had me visualising myself naked and walking around the room. I closed my eyes. Don't go there, I quickly told myself, my heart was beating fast enough already.

Instead, I sighed helplessly, as now I waited for him to tell me I could let my skirt go back down.

Finally, he signalled for me to do that and almost reluctantly I let it drop down.

Why doesn't my own husband admire me like that, I thought, regretfully. He was such an unimaginative lover.

I glanced at his wall clock. "Look you've seen what you wanted to see. Now I'd like to have my ring back" I said.

"O.K. Well its upstairs on the table, near the bedroom window," he answered.

I spluttered in exasperation, hands on hips. "Well go and get it for me then."

"No," he grinned, shaking his head. "If you want it that bad, go and pick it up yourself, otherwise, I'll keep it and kiss it every night when I think of you and your beautiful body."

"I'll tell my husband about your disgraceful conduct," I threatened, "he'll be ever so angry with you."

"No you won't," he replied confidently. "If you were going to do that you'd have done it by now. In any case, I can handle your wimp of a husband."

As the seconds ticked away, with him just sitting there. I made up my mind to run up the stairs, grab the ring and get out of his house as quickly as I could.

"Right," I said "I'll go and get it, but you have to stay down here."

"O.K." he muttered. "Off you go then."

I made a quick move for the stairs. But, I only got half way up, before he was behind me.

I turned and glared at him. "I know, I promised," he quickly explained, "but I couldn't resist looking up your skirt as you climb up."

"You are certainly no gentleman," I complained. "Have you no sense of decency?"

"Not as far as you are concerned," he shot back.

I made it to the bedroom and scanned the room. However there was no sign of my ring on the table as he had described.

I was just about to angrily confront him, when I felt him grab me from behind. I tried to fight him off, but he was too strong, pushing me onto the bed. Then I gasped in panic, as he forcibly yanked my short skirt down from the waist. It came away far too easily. Now I was vulnerable, exposed and at his mercy.

"Got you," he shouted in triumph, as my skirt was carelessly tossed away "Now we can continue from where we left off yesterday."

"NO, That's not what I came for," I cried.

"I think it is," he told me. "I think it's exactly what you've come for."

Now, it was too late for recriminations, because, he had me sprawled out on the bed with him on top.

"Let me go, let me go, you beast," I cried, beating his chest in frustration.

"No way," he grinned. "Let's have your top off, cos I can't wait to see your tits. "

As it was, the struggling had left me so exhausted that I knew I could not prevent his evil intentions.

In an instant, he tugged my T shirt top half way up my back and soon had it off completely.

Ten, seconds later, he had my bra off too, unclipping it from behind. My breasts flopped free.

"Oh yes," he grunted, joyfully. "What good sized tits and nipples. I like them very much. What man wouldn't?"

I thought of my husband. Not much interest from him these days.

Immediately, Dan got his hands all over my breasts, fondling, teasing and tormenting my nipples, while I writhed and moaned underneath him.

"A nice handful," he commented "and all for me."

He truly had me now and we both knew it. His hands were soon exploring all over my body. It was everything I had feared, but now that he was doing it I didn't want him to stop. I was gasping and moaning in ecstasy. My miserable sex life at home had suddenly taken a significant turn for the better.

Young and naïve, I had walked straight into his sexual trap. But had I made it too easy for him? I was beginning to think so.

Before I could think straight, he had made me lie back on the bed wearing only my sexy little panties.

He had been right. I HAD worn them especially for my visit to his house. But swear to God I never imagined lying back provocatively like this and at his mercy.

"This is OUR, special moment," he growled, as he tugged them down to fully expose my married vagina, thus giving himself an unrestricted view of everything I had.

He stared hard at my neatly trimmed pussy, as I lay there panting and helpless. A woman now stripped naked and his to play with, as he pleased.

"Spread your legs, spread them wide," he ordered.

I closed my eyes and moaned as I submissively obeyed,

His head was drawn in close to my vagina, just inches away, enabling him to breathe in my sex smell. Then his tongue came out, licking and lapping at what he now possessed.

"This cunt belongs to me now," He croaked huskily, fingering into the squelching morass.

"No, no, you mustn't SAY that," I whimpered, frantically. "I'm a married woman."

"Where's your wedding ring then, darling? He teased. You

know

I have taken possession of it, just like I'm going to take possession of YOU."

"My fingers are now in the sacred intimate place that you vowed only to your husband...... until now," he chuckled, "because, It's no longer exclusively his. Is it?"

"Oh no," I groaned, trying to protest, but deep down I could feel myself surrendering to my violator. To my shame and disgrace. I was not even lifting a finger to stop him exploring my private parts.