My bag came into view on the baggage carousel and I gave a sigh of relief. I'd packed the ring in my jacket pocket, which was inside my suitcase. I regretted this decision. The whole flight I'd fretted nervously about the suitcase being lost. I'd also had fantasies about touching the air hostess with the ring and taking her back to the toilet to join the Mile High club.
"I'll always keep it with me on future flights," I promised myself, relieved at locating my suitcase off the carousel.
I was now far less sceptical about the ring's power. Shortly after being gifted it in Africa I'd put it to the test on two occasions. First, in a brief encounter with a very attractive Ghanaian Hotel receptionist. Second, in an extended session with my colleague's white, middle-aged wife. On both occasions I'd been amazed by the results. Neither women had given me any prior indication that they were interested in me sexually, yet both became extremely aroused with the touch of the ring. I'd had pleasurable experiences with both.
The other thing I'd considered on the flight home was the warnings that had come with the ring. A 'double edged sword' and 'bringing pleasure and pain' I'd been warned.
"Well I reckon there's only been pleasure for all parties so far," I thought, smiling at the memories. "Both those women had a most enjoyable experience and their secret's safe with me. No harm done to anyone I would say."
With that I dismissed all talk of caution. Then I considered the advice from the tribesman who gifted me the ring. Keep it on at all times, otherwise the ring itself would not be happy, he'd told me. Despite getting evidence that the ring had some considerable power, I'd decided to also dismiss this advice. I'd put the ring in the inside pocket of my jacket. That's where it remained when I exited the airport terminal.
"Hi; how'd it go darling?" my wife Penny asked, greeting me with a kiss.
"Great, I think I did well for the company. How are you and the girls?" I replied despite already knowing they were fine, due to modern technology.
I was referring to our two daughters, Madeline and Adele, aged 20 and 18 respectively. Lovely girls, with Maddie at College and Adele soon to join her there. They were bright, played sport and had a wide group of friends. They'd never given us any trouble.
"They're good. We all missed you."
I smiled and gave her a tender kiss. Penny was a good wife. Loving and loyal. I loved her; there was no doubt about that. She was short, slim and pretty; with a smooth olive complexion, signalling her Mediterranean roots. I knew I was a lucky man. However, this hadn't stopped me having two affairs during our marriage.
My first affair stretched out over two years. That was Jolene, who I'd worked with. She wasn't particularly attractive, certainly not as pretty as my wife. However, we undertook some projects together, began to get on really well and one thing just led to another. Both being married we kept our relationship very low key. Logistics were no problem because I had the use of an apartment in town that belonged to an old friend Paul Corrigan. Paul owned it mainly as an investment and only used it when he was in town. The rest of the time I could use it. Eventually Jolene got a new job and moved state. Our parting was amicable.
My second affair was quite different in nature. Bridget was a very attractive friend of Penny's. Our relationship had been brief, while she was having some relationship issues with her husband, Art. Once they reconciled she'd broken it off with me. Despite feeling I'd been somewhat used, I'd just had to accept it was over.
"Now I've had two more very brief flings, made possible by my newly acquired ring," I dreamed, as we drove down the freeway.
Penny chattered away; bringing me up to date with information I couldn't have cared less about. My mind continued to drift. I made a decision on the ring.
"It was fun, but I think I'll park it for a time," I decided
Once home it was clear that my family had all got on with their lives, as they always did. Both Penny and the girls had many friends; plus Penny had a large family who were always dropping by. We had a pool and this was always a big attraction; so it was a busy house.
I took a week off work upon my return, during which time Penny and I had three pleasant love making sessions. That took the edge off. I didn't think much about the ring, still in my jacket pocket, that first week.
Exactly one week later I returned to work and resumed my mundane, day to day routine. My office staff, numbering three in all, were happy to see me. I took them out and shouted lunch by way of celebrating my successful African trip.
They reflected to me that my having secured transport rights through tribal lands, to where the ore would be mined, had gone down very well with the Company. Vanessa and Bill, both long serving staff members were restrained in their praise, but as usual my Junior PA, Emily, was particularly gushing over this fact. Such was her nature. She'd been with the Company 18 months and was a breath of fresh air, with her upbeat personality. I liked her and she'd even invited me and Penny to her wedding to Mike, some six months earlier. Mike was her childhood sweetheart and seemed a nice guy. Penny and I agreed they were a good match.
Our conversation moved on to the usual gripes from Vanessa and Bill. There were new people in the Company's Marketing department who were giving them a hard time. Vanessa and Bill didn't like new younger people changing the way things ran at Landberry Mining. I let them have their moan and promised I'd look to deal with Marketing after I'd settled back in. Emily had no complaints. In her world all was roses.
It was late that afternoon, on my first day back at work that I felt a slight pain right at the base of my cock. It began as little more than an irritation. When the discomfort increased I told Vanessa I was leaving early. By the time I got home I felt like I had a rubber band being tightened around the base of my cock. I was in serious discomfort. Penny noticed this.
"You alright Robert?"
"Yeah, just a pain in my leg. It's nothing."
"Well Ok, don't forget, we're going to Caroline and Gerry's for dinner tonight."
"Oh shit!" I thought. "That's all I need."
I didn't mind Gerry, but my least favourite sister-in-law got on my nerves. I knew she didn't like me.
One hour later, I'd forgotten all about our dinner date. I was on the bed in excruciating pain, wondering if I would have to get Penny drive me to see a Doctor. That's when it occurred to me.
"That fuck'n ring," I said out loud.
I dove into the wardrobe and located my jacket. I pulled out the ring and held it up, just as Penny came in to see how I was doing.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Oh this; it's my gift from the tribe I negotiated with in Ghana."
"It looks like gold. Give me a look," she said, taking the ring from me before I could stop her.
"Oh my God," I thought when she slipped it onto her finger. "Will she push me down on the bed and ravage me?"
I watched her intently looking for a sign.
"Damn! Too big," she said, trying it on her middle finger. "It's heavy though. Definitely worth a bit I'd say. Here!"
She tossed it back to me, with no sign that she had felt any arousal at all.
"What?" she asked, noting my intent look.
"Nothing," I said, slipping the ring on my finger.
"It looks good you should wear it," she said, leaving the room.
Immediately the pain in my cock began to subside.
"You little bugger," I swore, looking at the ring on my finger.
I decided I had no choice. The ring would have to remain on. I'd just have to take care who I touched.
In addition, it didn't appear to have had any effect on Penny, in the brief moment she'd worn it.
"Possibly because it was gifted to me," I thought.
