Third Date as a Whore - Friday
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Chapter 4. The Anklet
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4. The Anklet - My third date as a whore was with Roger, our soft-swap buddy from college. I loved my husband but he knew I lusted for Roger. My guy loved me enough to stretch this overnight date to the weekend, with both men each taking their turns pleasuring my body while the other watched. The Friday evening started late, but damn, I got what I wanted from both. It ended with something sinfully naughty.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Swinging Cream Pie Tit-Fucking
After we finished I shared a quick rinse-off shower with each of the guys, then we each put on these loose draw-string terry-cloth shorts that we got that time for a vacation. For public consumption that event was our first wedding anniversary, although by that time we had effectively been a couple for nine years (3 in high school, 4 in college, a year of living together engaged and then a year of marriage). The all-inclusive resort we went to had some adulty-only nude swimming/sun-bathing/night-fucking areas inside the grounds, but other areas required minimal clothing. The shorts were convenient to slip on and off when moving between areas. This was the place where we did the public sex show on stage one evening.
One early habit we started after graduation was that whenever either one of us had business dinner they would try to bring back a dessert for the other. When the guys arrived after their steak dinner (compliments of his firm’s COO who was pleased with the unexpected “interception” sale) Tracy put this new fancy stein in the fridge. He indicated that the stein was for me, that it was art made of silver. I had sampled the contents, finding some of the chocolate-mint ice-cream drink that was one of my favorites. After our first round of sex was over, I got the stein out of the fridge.
The metal outside and the handle of the stein were too cold to handle so I wore a insulated mitt as I started to pour the contents into a glass. When I started to pour from the heavy stein it seemed normal, but as I tilted it farther there was a clunk and I felt some of the weight shift.
“Uh ... what is going on here?” I asked. Both men looked like fourth-grade children enjoying some sort of practical joke. Fourth graders know to never spoil things by telling.
I held a fork across the opening as I poured the rest of the drink out, it was actually three servings of the chocolate grasshopper drink. The fork also captured something metal that was immersed in the liquid. When I rinsed it off I discovered a strange piece of jewelry, like an unusual bracelet with a strange chain and a ring attached. However, the proportions seemed wrong. I did notice the 4 gems on the piece, they were very attractive. Overall the piece seemed to be hand-crafted and well made. It was signed and numbered, like an expensive art piece.
Once I got a good look my first thought was that it resembled an anklet worn by a group of swingers at that resort we attended, they had a coding system for anklets, bracelets and necklaces to signal the willingness and preferences of the wearer to play with others - like a hankie code, but more complex. Most of the women fine tuned their ‘lewd nude ad statements’ by adding icons or charms dangling from the chains, the icons indicated what sort of coupling arrangements(s) they were open for.
My first thought was that it was an anklet, except where anklets tend to be uniform and symmetrical, while this design was decidedly asymmetrical. There was a larger clear stone in a central setting, flanked by a large red stone about a half inch to one side and a small red stone about a half inch to the other side, where the clasp was built into the setting. The central setting also had a fine chain a couple of inches long. At the end of the chain was a small clear stone mounted on a ring.
“I give up ... what is it?” I asked as I held it up.
Roger spoke up. “When I arrived, with your husband’s permission I planned to give you a diamond tennis bracelet as a symbol of my affection and appreciation. But I wasn’t sure about diamonds or rubies, I know you like rubies because you have those earrings and that choker. Plus an anklet had a ‘swinger’ inference. I was in touch with a custom jeweler in town and had some preliminary choices selected. I didn’t have time to stop on Thursday so your husband and I stopped by before supper.”
My husband took over. “I knew about the planned gift and was okay with the idea, especially as we expected to finalize some more frequent assignations. Roger has pretty much given up ever finding a wife, now you have spoiled him. He planned to give you a bracelet as a symbol of how he felt. We both understand that your sex drive is approaching a peak while honestly ours has been going downhill for some time, so we figured more frequent events with Roger might be in the cards.”
Roger explained the change in the original plans. “During the day while waiting for another callback from production, Tracy mentioned your encounter with the swingers and their anklet thing. When we got to the shop the jeweler had this Hindu-based ‘anklet with a toe ring’ on display, a numbered edition made by the local artist named Gori, with settings for 4 stones. We both really liked it.”
“I must say it is a beautiful piece. An anklet with a toe ring? Where have I seen those?”
“They are more common in Egypt and India,” Roger said.
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