First, Joanne found the cock ring.

She wasn't sure at first exactly what it was. The shiny silver was thicker at the opposite sides, and the size was too big for her thumb. She slipped it on her pointer and twirled it around with the other before feeling the rough flat edge circling the inside.

The surface was lightly serrated. It was more than a ring, it had a texture and it felt rough and even...sensual...and...

And suddenly it occurred to her-her fingers on it helped her see its purpose in a flash. Although she'd never had an actual cock ring in her hand before (or a cock with a cock ring on it) the image sent a strong twinge to her crotch. This was some S&M device.

Or was it?

It must have been Hank's-Joanne had been cleaning around the bed and opened the drawers to stash playing cards and unused airline cocktail coupons. He'd never pulled this out before. He'd never been into wearing any kinky accouterments or metal devices when they made love.

It was basically missionary between Joanne and Hank ever since they'd been married, now down to once a week if that. An occasional spurt of spontaneity but precious little fantasy play. No whips. No cross-dressing.

She considered the round object. It must feel good on him, probably when he jerked off. Tightening as his cock widened in blood-boiling anticipation.

And it might feel good to be fucked with it in place. Feel it press against her private space, against her lips and exposed clit.

But she couldn't out and ask him. He'd hidden it for a reason!

Joanne had all morning. She had her own toy, the plastic blue-colored dildo that been in her side of the nightstand all year. It was a Tantus Niagara, a banana shaped object only six inches long and more polite than most. She ordered it when Hank went away on that week-long case in Vegas and she never showed it to him, doubted he had ever seen it.

She wasn't used to it and it didn't quite work for her the way she'd hoped and she had pretty much abandoned it. Now, she leaned back against the bed and pulled off her yoga pants.

She pulled her white Jockeys aside and pushed the blue round edge against her clit to get reacquainted with it.

Her juices immediately lubricated her inner lips and flowed out to coat the translucent blue banana.

"Ahh," she found herself breathing.

She placed the ring along the shaft, nested it against the lower curve and reinserted the Niagara back in her pussy, sliding it in like a hand in a fur-lined glove. Yes...

She felt the sharp push of the cock ring, not quite cold, licking against her inner crease with friendly intimacy. The Niagara was better for straight-on pumping in and out, she often sat on the edge of the bed or on the tweed chair in the front room with her legs spread on either side of the ottoman, fucking herself with it, fingering herself fruitlessly, her panties and pants bundled under her ass.

She rocked it up and the hard ring's benefit became clear in a hot flash.

"Fuck, that's good..."

The combination of the hard silver ring hitting against her engorging clit with the rubber Niagara pumping wetly in and out, manipulated instinctually by her tensed, practiced arm, soon brought her to the first of her explosions that morning.

"Oh, shit, this thing..."

She rubbed the creamy residue between her legs with the dildo, lubricating it all the way down. She leaned back, crooked her knees, and opened herself to a better angle. She began to really get the hang of it.

"I bet I can go...I gotta do it again."

She visualized Hank's cock, the way he used to take her, the way his heavy cock and urgent fucking overtook her when they made it in the old days-in the car, on the floor, upstairs at her parents' house...

She felt the hard metal now warm and slick, and as she began to cum again, hoped one day, she would be able to feel him work it on her...