Chapter I
She groaned, aware of harsh light leaking around the curtains into her face, and rolled to the other side. Her mind registered surprise—her husband wasn't in bed with her—and dim awareness of some discomfort. There were aches all over, as if she had been working out especially hard the day before, but there was something else...
She blinked her eyes, looking around the familiar room, more brightly illuminated than it should have been in the morning. She checked the clock: 11:16! She sat up, again aware of a strange, almost painful pulling as the covers shifted on her chest. She pushed the covers down, scanning her naked body, eyes still bleary with sleep. Something glittered over her breast, at her left nipple.
She was aware belatedly that the vague discomfort was emanating from there. She blinked again, struggled to focus, and gasped in shock: it was a nipple ring. She scrunched back beneath the covers, searching the room, desperate to know if her husband had seen. How had that happened? She covered her face and tried to recall the events of the past night. She had been with Kathy, on their weekly 'girls' night out.' She remembered leaving—she had driven—but after that... Nothing.
There was no other sound in the house, and she wondered if her family was gone for the day. She reached for the bedside phone to call Kathy—maybe she would have some insight into what they had done. The shift to sitting as she reached for the phone reminded her of her aching body, though; her bladder was complaining, so she pushed the covers back and rolled to her feet, staggering into the bathroom. Her breath caught as her feet touched the cold tile, and she pranced to the mat by her vanity, looking at her torso in the mirror, then down at the real thing.
The bright silver ring entered one side of her left nipple, emerging from the other and dropping in a small loop below the deep pink flesh. There was a tiny bead at the bottom, she guessed where the ring closed. She was surprised that there was no blood, and that the pain was minimal—more an awareness of something different than anything wrong—even when she tentatively reached up and shifted the ring. There was a drop of something clear and hard on the bead, and a little experimentation convinced her it would be better not to try to remove it, as manipulating it hurt, and it didn't look like the ring was going to come out of the bead very easily.
Stepping back, she admitted to herself that it did not look bad, keeping her usually flat nipple semi-erect, capping the firm, round breast nicely. She wondered what her husband would say. And what she would be tell him. Turning to the toilet, she moved onto the mat below the stool and sat down on the cold seat, sighing as she relieved herself. There seemed to be more fluid than usual dripping into the toilet, and she reached down, fingers absently moving through her pubic thatch, which she found had matted tangles, as if she had not cleaned up after having sex.
More shocking, though, as she brought the toilet paper between her legs to wipe, was something hard, nestled between her labia. Melissa flipped the light on in the smaller toilet stall, peering between her legs. She was shocked again, more deeply than before, to find a second silver ring hanging from the mid-portion of her right inner labia. She also noticed the sparse whitish flakes coating her inner thighs, and that suddenly, the aching she felt and the fullness in her belly took on a new, horrific meaning.
She leapt up, throwing the shower on and barely waiting for the water to get hot before hurling herself into the tiny stall. She pulled the handheld showerhead off of the wall, bringing the steaming spray to her sex. She washed her crotch thoroughly if gently—the ring in her labia was more tender than that in her nipple—trying to deny that there were globs of semen flushing from her vaginal canal.
She could not ask her husband if they had had sex, desperately hoping they had, even if she had been asleep. Suddenly apprehensive, she climbed dripping from the shower, retrieving a hand held mirror from the vanity, then climbed back into the relative seclusion of the shower stall to check for any other changes. There were no hickies, scratches, or other marks. She heaved a sigh of relief, though the fear remained; what had she done?!
She climbed out and was toweling dry when her husband poked his head through the door. She jumped, biting her lip, wondering how he'd react to the changes.
"Fred called this morning. Boy, was he irate," He rolled his eyes because the other man was always ranting about one thing or another. "He was sure Kathy was cheating on him; he ranted about how she'd said she was out with you, but she'd come home with a pierced nipple and another ring in her pussy." He smiled, "Damn, hon', I didn't know you had it in you!"
She paused, trying to keep her jaw from hitting the floor.
"You like it... them?"
"What's not to like?" he shrugged, "The younger guys at the office are always talking about their girlfriends' piercings and things. I guess it's a sign you enjoy your sexuality, so why should I complain?" He grinned, before adding, "But how long before we can," he moved his hips suggestively, "You know?"
She smiled in spite of herself. Surely he had just taken advantage of her while she was sleeping. She had not been above that a time or two, herself, although he always woke when she was trying to take advantage of him.
"Well, it's a little sore right now; I'll let you know," she dried between her legs carefully as she spoke, shivering at the chill air and as much at the morning's discoveries. "Um, when did I get in?"
"Dunno. I was asleep. You two were out later than usual, though, that's for sure. And you should see how you parked. I could barely get into the garage. Maybe take a cab next time, OK?"
She nodded, a mixture of relief and anxiety roiling in her stomach. She could really drink, she knew, but she had never been so drunk she could not remember things. And she did not drive when she was drunk; a couple times she and Kathy had taken cabs home if there was any question.
Jeff gave her a final lascivious wink, then disappeared, and she absently began to get dressed. As she pulled her panties on, she had a sudden thought, and hurried to the hamper, fearing what she might find. To her puzzlement, there were no panties. She went through the bedding, looked in the bathroom and under the bed, but found nothing. The matching bra lay beside the hamper.
She dressed, opting after the first contact of panties with the ring in her pussy not to wear any, and wisely foregoing a bra as well. She assumed she had left her panties wherever it was she had gone to get pierced, and it took only a moment to decide that she did not want to call around asking about them; the panties were a loss and she would not worry about them.
Dressed and feeling almost whole, if aware of the different sensation at her left breast, Melissa poured herself a cup of coffee and made sure Jeff and her sons were out of earshot before she wandered into her tiny office and picked up the phone. She dialed from memory, hoping Fred was as understanding as her husband had been about what they had done. And aware by what Jeff had said by by knowing Fred it would be the opposite.
He was clearly more uptight than Jeff, which seemed strange, considering Kathy was outrageously easy going compared to herself. The phone rang twice—Kathy always waited for the caller ID to identify a caller—then Kathy picked up.
"Mel?"
"Yeah. Um, can you tell me what happened last night?" There was a long pause.
"I was hoping you could tell me! Fred nearly shit when he saw... well, when he saw what I'd done. I can't remember doing it, though!"
"Me either. I don't remember anything after meeting you for drinks."
