THE TALE OF BRIAN AND THE COCK RING
The first step was getting Brian to wear the thing.
“So what you’re saying is my erections are not hard enough for you.”
“Not at all,” I said and lean in to kiss my husband’s cheek. “You are very hard. I just wanted to see what this sex toy felt like, what you tell me it feels like.”
Again I plucked the rubber cockring from the place on the bed where it sat between us.
“You spend entirely too much time on the Internet,” Brian said, but smiled wide to indicate the idea, the look of the black circle, the soft suggestive dominance of me wanting him to wear the sex toy, even the curiosity of what it might feel like once the ring was smoothed down his thick shaft and snuggled his base was at least something Brian was considering.
“For me?” I asked, cocked my head and batted my eyelashes.
“Jesus Chris Vanessa,” he said and took the black rubber ring from my hands.
“I just wore it?” Brian was saying as he we exchanged sections of the Sunday paper.
“And you told me you liked it.”
“Yeah, it was fun,” he said, not missing a beat to rifle open the magazine section. “You know, time and a place and all that.”
From Brian’s bouncing on the bed after getting the cockring down his erection, to his clutched breathing as I sucked him off, to the massive explosive orgasm he had had, I would have guessed wearing the cock ring had been a bit more than fun for him.
“Ok okay, it was good, real good,” he said after ten seconds of silence and my stare. “But if we do shit like that every time, it will get routine.”
“Every time?” I said and lean back.
For good measure I arched so he could get a nice long look at my tits straining under my night shirt and see how hard my nipples were now that we were on the subject of his cockring. “That was two nights ago and for maybe ten minutes.”
“You want it on me the entire morning?”
“I just thought it’d be kind sexy…” I began, lean across kitchen table and put my hand into his lap. Brian instantly responded.
“…having it on under your jammies while we ate breakfast, look at the paper,” I continued rubbing him to full erection.
Brian lean back, put the magazine down and closed his eyes and sighed:
“Get the ring, get the ring.”
“Enough already,” he said straightening his tie in the mirror.
“How hard could it be to keep it on, you go soft, it just moves with you.”
“I have a ten o’clock, it’ll go for an hour, maybe an hour and a half, I won’t be able to get out to the bathroom if I have to…”
“…why would you have to?” I said, reached down and speared the cockring with my index finger. I swirled it around while I stared at my hubby.
“I just wore it yesterday for you,” he said turning from me and leaving our bathroom. “You’re getting a bit obsessed with this sex toy.”
“I’m obsessed with seeing your cock in it,” I replied, jumping on the bed and lifting the toy like an offering to my big Greek god.
“Jesus,” he said but I looked straight ahead at Brian’s crotch and saw the bulge there.
“Where’s the ring?” Brian asked as he circled the tip of his cock between my wet lips. I was arching on the bed, my thick thighs spread as he poised there just on entering me.
“Oh God Brian, fuck me, now, put it in me.”
“Where’s the ring?” he said as I wiggled up to him.
“What? What?”
“The cockring. Where’d I put it?”
“Brian you don’t need that, just put it in me,” I growled and again he just touched my clit with the very tip of his prick but went no further.
“I wanna put it on,” he said and retreated from me. I lay back on the bed literally writhing, my hands on my tits, my ass rubbing into the sheets.
“Brian!” I screamed. “Brian.”
He left the room and seconds later I heard him rummaging in our bathroom. After coming home today, after the morning meeting where he had worn the ring, he had flipped the cockring into the medicine cabinet. I couldn’t believe he wanted to wear it again so soon and right then!
“Mmmm, that feels good,” he said emerging from the bathroom, his cock standing straight out, purpling hard, the thin black circle securely around his base. He looked as hard and as big as I had ever seen him…and Brian is quite big. In fact, his cock looked like a thing detached from his body, as if the ring had it locked and on display.
“You started this,” my husband said and knelt up on the bed and aimed that beautiful ready taut cock between my legs.
Christ, I felt like Dr. Frankenstein.