Chapter One

 

"How do I know you aren't going to go off and screw somebody?"

Lara stared at her husband. She was completely dumfounded. "What?

Rod was a handsome fellow, a bit on the short and slender side, but he had a gentle face, wore his hair long, and...was jealous. Always jealous.

"I said, how do I know, when you go off to this political convention, that you won't meet some hunk and...you know." He made a ring of his left thumb and index and ran his right index finger through the circle, In and out. Making a slurping sound.

"Rod! You idiot! How can you say such a thing? I've never, ever even thought of such a thing!"

"Yeah, but I know how you like sex, and how can I be sure?"

"You can be sure because I'm telling you you can be sure!"

Rod moved across the room and stood behind her. She was sitting at her vanity, and he studied her long, auburn hair, her glittering, blue eyes, and, of course, her voluptuous body.

"Look at you. You're the most incredibly gorgeous creature in the world, and if I think that, then so might somebody else. And I know I'm out of my league, I know I married up, and...I worry that somebody is going to come along, maybe somebody with big muscles and a surfer body and...and you're going to fall for him."

"Rod, I repeat, you're an idiot."

She stood up and whirled to him. She took his hands in hers and kissed his mouth, then said, "You never have to worry about me."

"But how do I know?" he asked stubbornly.

"Sheesh!" she moaned. "What do I have to do to convince you?"

"Wear locks in your piercings."

Her mouth opened, her eyes went wider, she blinked.

"What?"

"You got those piercings, and..."

"They were to please you!"

"And I'm pleased. I love them. But they can also serve a utilitarian purpose."

"So let me get this straight...because you're jealous I have to wear a bunch of little padlocks through the rings on my labia."

He stared at her, gave a slight nod of his head.

Lara shook her head. "That's the stupidest thing I ever heard of. Did you think of this before you bugged me into getting the rings?"

He shook his head.

"I just thought it would be cool. I didn't think of the possibility of padlocks until just a couple of days ago."

"When I told you I was going to a women's conference."

"Yeah," he muttered defiantly.

"Well, you can go stuff your head right up your-" she stopped just short of saying it, but her meaning was clear.

But the argument wasn't done. In fact, it was just starting.

"Look, Lara, have you seen the statistics on failed marriages? They are not good! In the past ten years there have been more divorces and less marriages! If this goes on then...we're talking about the death of our civilization!"

He knew he was going overboard, but he couldn't help it.

"So me locking my lower lips is going to save all of mankind," she growled.

"No. I didn't mean it that way, but...our marriage would be that more secure."

She heaved a sigh and stared at her dope of a husband. He was a catch, but he was also a bit wiggie. He believed in conspiracy theories, he was always going on about Kennedy being killed and the Twin Towers being blown up for insurance. And now this!

"So if I bolt the box you'll be sure that I won't leave you for somebody with a bigger dick?"

"Well, uh...yes."

"Oh. My. God! If you aren't the..."

"Will you think about it."

"Oh, I'll think about it, all right. At the same time as I think about getting you committed."

"Honey! I just want everything to work out between us! I just love you so much!"

"And this will help you be sure?"

He nodded.

"Okay. I'll tell you what. I'll think about it...if you don't talk about it for one week."

He smiled.

"Come here, honey," he hugged her then. He kissed her hair, cupped her buttocks, and held her. "That's all I ask. Think about it. It's a great idea, and you'll love it if you give it a chance."

"Huh!"

Then, because he was a horny sort of a fellow, he kissed her, and his hands came up to her breasts.

She smiled. Now this kind of argument she could go for. Then she had a wicked idea.

"Okay, I'll think about it, but I don't want you cumming, and I need you to make me cum, right now, with your mouth."

"What?" he gulped. "But you...I...we need to..."

"No we don't. You do. I don't. I'm just going to take advantage of this little problem you've foisted on me."

"Well, uh..."

"Okay, it's settled. Go lay on the bed, face up. I'll be right there."

She pushed him towards the bed and he, be it with a mixed sort of reluctance, went to the bed and sat.

She undid her peignoir and tossed it on the chair back.

"Go on. Lay back. No need to get that weenie out. Or...yes, get it out. I'll play with it for a while."

"You..." he was confused, and horny, but he laid back.

She took off her bra and panties and climbed onto the bed.

He reached for her, but she pushed his hands away.

"I'm in charge, Chicken Little. Now, get ready...the sky is about to fall."

With that she sat squarely upon him.

She heard gurgling sounds, then slurping sounds, and she relaxed and wiggled a bit. This was great. She was in charge and she loved it. She began to ride him like cowgirl rides a bucking bronco.

"Unh! Unh!" he tried to breath.

She just smiled and let the moment build.

***

Lana surprised herself. She liked the idea.

She kissed Rod in the morning and sent him off to work, then went out on the patio.

And she couldn't help but think about it.

Padlock her pussy. What a stupid idea!

Yet...she realized that she was feeling a wee bit of moisture down there.

She was sitting on the patio, reading the news on her ipad, watching the world go by, and her mind kept coming back to the idea.

She had eight rings, four on each side, and they felt so kinky.

At first she had thought the idea of getting pierced down there was stupid. But he had pushed, and she had gotten her nipples pierced for him, and then, she wasn't quite sure how, she had agreed to have her labia pierced.

And it felt good.

Lord, did it feel good. When she pulled on them, stretched her lips out, it gave her an immeasurable thrill. Her heart pounded and she felt like the world's biggest porn star.

Just walking with the rings making subtle clicks turned her on.

And if she walked too fast the sound got too loud, and the embarrassment, just of hearing herself, turned her on even more.

And sometimes she dreamed of walking down the street with her snapper making sounds like castanets.

She giggled at the thought. Her, twirling on the dance floor and her rings making a racket, and all the men in the place, and a few women, were all turned on by the sound of her.

Suddenly she put the ipad down, got up and went into the house.

She went out to the garage and went through Rod's tool boxes, and then the little drawers with all the nuts and bolts, and...she found them. She knew he had them, he had used them for a variety of projects, and now...she made sure she had the keys, lifted her dress and pulled down her panties, and put the padlocks through the rings.

Four padlocks, hardly any weight, but enough to pull on her rings, and further excite her.

They clinked as she moved...but it wasn't too bad. Besides, she could always tape the padlocks together.

She snickered, if the other girls at the convention found out they'd probably want their own rings and padlocks.

She walked around the house. With her panties pulled tight the clicking was negligible. She wouldn't even need tape.

She sat down, no pinching.

She jumped up and down. Ooh! That felt good!

She did some calisthenics, just like they would do at the convention, and it felt wonderful.

Of course she would probably be hornier than a goat on viagra when she came home, but that was okay. She liked being horny.

Hmm. Did Rod have her horniness as a subtle subterfuge? Maybe. But...probably not.

Rod was kind of 'what you see is what you get' kind of guy. He wasn't into deep thinking that would come up with a nefarious plan like that.

Of course he was into conspiracy theories, but...nah!

For the rest of the day she walked around the house. She did chores, she went to the grocery store and sauntered around, aware that her face was flushed and that she was probably giving off sex vibes.

God, that felt good!

Then, back home, and she fixed dinner.

***

Rod came home. He was a consultant and he frequently went out on long jobs, or was at home for extended weekends. He had been working a lot recently, so he was due for a little down time.

In fact, he had planned it.

In spite of what Lara thought, he was smart enough to make nefarious plans.

"Hi, honey!" She gave him a kiss, then said, "Guess what?"

"What? And what smells so good?"

"A couple of rib eyes, or my pussy. I'm not sure which one smells better."

He blinked and moved his head back. this was not the kind of thing his wife normally said.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked.

"Nope. But...fix us a couple, will you? And I'll get ready to unveil my surprise."

"Surprise?" he frowned, but went to the cupboard and brought down the Benchmark Bonded, clinked some ice cubes in glasses, and poured in the bourbon.

"Do you want me to ruin it?" he asked.

Lara was leaning against the doorframe, smiling a secret, Mona Lisa smile. "Sure."

He poured in Coke, half and half, a Coke High, and handed one glass to Lara.

They sipped, and he asked, "What surprise?"

"Kiss me, you fool," she giggled.

He put his own glass down and they kissed. Their mouths pressed, tasted like good bourbon.

She sighed and pulled up her dress. "Feel me, honey."

He reached down, a grin on his face, and everything froze.

His hand encountered rings and he didn't understand for a moment, then it dawned on him.

A smile slowly crossed his face. "You did it. You're wearing padlocks."

She hid her face in his chest and laughed. She was blushing, but it was a good blush.

"Oh, honey. It feels so good."

"Really?" He was grinning like a jackass with dentures now.

"Oh, yes. I've had them locked all day. It rubs down there, sometimes I can sort of hear them clicking together, and...it makes my pussy so damned hot you could strike a match on it."

He laughed, then went to his knees.

She spread her legs slightly and he examined the locks.

They were evenly spaced the length of her slit. Her skin was pink and moist and her labia were slightly stretched. Enough for the locks to barely sway, but that was enough.

"Oh, God!" He looked up and beamed at her.

"Now, don't hurt your teeth."

He dove in, licked and sucked, and explored the metal carefully.

She laughed and ground her hips into him.

After a long couple of minutes he rose up. "Come on, babe. You've got to let me fuck you."

But she pulled back.

"Oh, no. You wanted me locked up, so now I'm locked up."

"But...you can't! I need you!"

"And I need you. And I think the next couple of weeks are going to be quite interesting."

"Couple of weeks? So you'll let me squirt before you go to the convention?"

"I never said that," she was watching him with a grin so wide it near reached her ears.

"But...but...that's two weeks till the convention, and then you're gone for two weeks...that's a whole month of no sex!"

"Aw...is that bad?"

"Honey! You know I can't take that! I'm a three time a week guy! You can't do this to me."

"Not only can I, but I'm going to take advantage of your tongue every night until I leave."

"No!"

"Yes. And we're starting tonight."

With that she dragged him back to the bedroom.

***

Two weeks can last a lifetime. Especially if you're knee deep in sex...but don't get any.

Lara proved insatiable at night. Being locked up, but still able to receive pleasure, had made her hornier than she had ever been in her life!

Every night she dragged him off to bed.

Every morning she woke him up by grabbing his ears and pulling him down to her junction.

And every morning Rod was harder and harder.

At the end of week one he was dripping.

At the end of week two he was a faucet. He actually had to wear a panty pad to hide the pre-cum coming out of his weenie.

And what was worse was that she wouldn't let him masturbate. She checked on him in the bathroom. Slept on the outside of the bed so he couldn't slip out int he middle of the night and relieve himself.

He was getting a haunted look about the eyes, and his skin was sallow.

He couldn't keep his eyes off her. The hornier he got the more he wanted her, until he was literally following her around like a horny, little puppy dog.

But, he had a plan.