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The Jeweler Ch. 01

By: Tarbut



My wife once admitted that she loved wearing the golden rings I gave her while making love, and when she was alone, the best way to get aroused and then have satisfaction was to tickle her tits with a necklace I gave her.

"Do you want a vibrator?" I asked, and she replied, "No. They may not arouse me as much, and their material is no way as hygienic as gold. My dear, the best quality of your jewels is that you gave them to me."

Then I understood why did she ask my dentist to fill my teeth with gold instead of amalgam; I smiled, and decided to surf the Net in order to find some intimate jewellery for her.

I found several sites selling 18k gold nipple jewels, and I wanted to buy a chain; but then I wondered, "What if the site is a scam? The best way is to buy some less expensive jewels and have them tested by my favorite jeweler."

So I settled for a couple of nipple shields, and when the mailman gave them to me, I brought them to Alice, my favorite jeweler.

When do most Catholic parents have their children take their First Communion? In May; and when I entered Alice's shop, there were hosts of parents, together with their children, choosing their presents.

Alice noticed my embarrassment, and proposed me to see her at home in the evening. She could not help me anyway, as there were too many clients to serve.

Alice lived alone; her parents and siblings lived in houses near hers -- as she was fond of telling, one of her ancestor fought in the Independence War, and received a 16-acre estate as a veteran. He was as shrewd as a businessman as he was brave as a soldier, so his estate extended, and his descendants have always had plenty of space to dwell in.

Alice opened the door and let me in; she was elegant in her shop, but casual at home -- it was somewhat hot that evening, and she only wore a pair of shorts and a tank top barely covering her breasts.

Her attire was somewhat revealing, but I did not notice that very much -- she was just my jeweler, although acquaintance had gradually developed into friendship. She gave me a Coca Cola, and asked me how could she help me.

I showed her the nipple jewels, and asked her if they really were of solid 18k gold. She looked carefully at them, and told me, "They probably are, but I have to test them with acid. But you need not have bought them from an untrustworthy seller: I too sell and make intimate jewelry!"

"Really?"

She smiled, put her hands on her tank top, glanced at me and said, "I am just showcasing my merchandise!" as she removed her garment and showed me her beautiful nipples encased into a couple of nipple shields.

I brought my eyes close to the jewels and even dared touch them. They were made of filigree "a giorno", but care was taken to make them easy to clean, and were wide enough to cover her extensive areolas.

Some grains of gold protruded towards her skin, and I noticed that the shields were split into two parts: a cylinder gently gripping the nipple, and a disk hinging on it which could be rotated like a telephone dial.

When I tried to rotate her left disk, she quivered, and gently removed my hand saying, "You're doing more than what has been bargained for."

"The disk is somewhat pliable ... I guess that you could even suckle a baby while wearing them."

"I am developing such a model. But I have other items to show you. By the way, all my intimate jewelry is custom made. If you want me to make some for your wife, you should convince her to come here and have her measurements -- and preferences -- taken."

"My wife is out of town tonight. You may continue with the parade."

"Take my jewels off, and I will show a more precious one."

It took a minute of palpation to understand how to loosen the jewels' grip upon the nipples, and to safely remove them -- Alice did not object, her eyes became wet, and her cheeks somewhat pink.

She grasped my hands, led me to the wardrobe that concealed her safe, opened a drawer in it and showed me a long and thick chain, with nipple rings, and asked me to help her put it on.

I did that, but she complained, "Think: how could I conceal such a chain under the tank top I was wearing before, if it rakishly dangles in front of my crotch?"

I was so engrossed by her beauty that I could not think, and she quipped, "How do you help your wife fasten her bra?"

I realized what did she mean, I removed the chain, and thought that lubricating it could prevent nipple soreness. So I licked the chain rings, probably adding to her excitement, as she told me, "You'd better lick my nipples too ..."

I obliged -- and felt something I didn't feel when doing that to my wife. Not just because Alice's breasts were as big as my wife's, and certainly perkier ... I was probably falling in love with Alice, and perhaps Alice with me.

I was tempted to suck her breasts, but I restrained myself, and as her areolas were now as wet as a watered garden, I stood up, went to her back, touched her buttocks with the chain, as my hands reached her nipples and pinched the rings on them.

Then I noticed that her breasts were sumptuous -- I could not reach the nipples without skimming my dick over her butt, and she said, "I have something for it too."

I then hugged her fiercely and tried to kiss her in the mouth, but she said, "Please, wait for a while -- there is something more in store"

I released her, she turned towards me, opened the fly of her shorts, removed them and her underwear; I kneeled down, and I saw through her black pubic hair a clit teaser. "It may be kept in place during intercourse," she said, "but it will feel better if you wear a ring on your penis."

She kneeled down, and I kissed her; she opened my fly, extracted my penis with her right hand, looked carefully at it, muttered, "Four inches' girth when flaccid, probably six when erect"; we both rose to our feet, she opened another drawer with her left hand (and her breasts beautifully dangled as she did that) and asked me, "Please, stop leering at my breasts for now. You have to choose your favorite penis ring."

There were several models, and I noticed some golden sleeves near them. "Am I supposed to put my member into one of them?" I asked; Alice giggled and replied, "They are for masturbation purposes. Their filigree structure is supposed to mimic the vaginal lining -- but I have never had a live tester to perfect it. I can only say that they could double into dildos, and one of my favorite fantasies is that a man puts the sleeve on first, and then penetrates me."

My penis got erected -- her words were so exciting that it became harder and larger than usual. Alice begun lightly massaging it, and put its tip in touch with her clit; then opened another drawer and took a long golden band; she rolled it around my penis, from the base to the balanus, and applied a golden ring to either end.

I could not help touching her breasts and nipples as my embellished member found its way into her body and my pants & panties fell off. Her body heat quickly spread across the golden band and I felt like I had been thrown into a furnace; her nipple rings stimulated my body too, and, before surrendering to passion, she took another chain from a drawer, and used it to bind my body to hers.

She did not tell me that she even had an anal probe -- I noticed it when I stroked her butt; I could not help grasp it and throb it rhythmically in and out. The probe was designed to stimulate her G-Spot, and she enjoyed it very much.

What goes around comes around ... her wardrobe had several other such jewels, she inserted one of them into my anus, and as she found my prostrate, she stimulated it so effectively that ... only the penis rings prevented me from ejaculating.

"Five inches deep ... relax ... I will insert one that fits," told she, and put something that was thin as she inserted it, but as she turned it clockwise, expanded in order to fill my anus. A lever could twist its tip in order to massage my prostrate, and she did it well again.

We stopped worrying about placing jewels across our bodies and concentrated on our sensations, and we both came.

Then we removed our jewels, rinsed them under the faucet, and put them into a cleaning and sterilizing machine.

As we did that, we noticed that we were completely naked, without even an earring; Alice told me, "I have something else to show ..." but I told her, "You are the most precious jewel around. Let me have you as you are now."

Her nipples roused, her breasts somewhat inflated, her cheeks turned pink, her pupils widened, her eyeballs became wet, she said, "Nobody else dared tell me that," kissed me, and we made love again.

I came home at dawn, with a couple intimate jewels: a breast chain for my wife, and a penis sleeve for me. The chain was long enough to encircle both our bodies during intercourse, and the sleeve was woven after my penis -- precisely titillating it inside and my partner's genitals outside.

I did not pay them very much -- just the net gold value; the craftsmanship was paid for by allowing Alice to make a second sleeve to be used as a dildo.

She told me that whenever I would see her wearing a golden butterfly pin on the collar of her jacket, it meant that she was also wearing the dildo-sleeve, and even though I might not lay her at the moment, I could make her happier by talking with her for at least five minutes.

I knew that she had several pins to wear, each with its own butterfly specimen, so I assumed that I was not the only male whose manhood replica was hosted within her body :-)

But I noticed that she wore "my" butterfly every Friday, and, as my wife spent most of that evening out, I took the habit of making love with Alice -- both in our birthday's suit. 

The Jeweler Ch. 02



My wife Barbara went on the pill, her breasts enlarged from 36C to 38F, so she wanted me to have her nipple chain lengthened, as it didn't dangle beautifully anymore.

I told her that the best thing to do was to ask Alice, the jeweler, to do that – I couldn't meet her wish, as I had to fly for my job's sake, and stay abroad for about two weeks. I could only find a few minutes to phone Alice and arrange an appointment with Barbara.

On the fixed night, Barbara went to Alice's home; an onlooker would have wondered why did she wear too heavy a coat for that evening's temperature, and it was because she was wearing the chain, and had to conceal it.

When Alice let it in her home, Barbara removed the only garment covering her bust – the coat. Alice was wrongfooted by her move, but soon recovered, and carefully looked at her breast and chain.

"Ms. Barbara, have your areolas expanded lately?" she asked

"No, Ms. Alice – they've always been larger than the nipple shields."

"Hmm ... I'm afraid that your husband had made a mistake when buying this chain. I advise you to replace it altogether. Can I measure your bosom, so I can make a better choice?"

"Of course," said Barbara, and she removed the chain from her nipples. Alice covered her mouth in surprise, as she saw that the nipple rings were somewhat narrower than needed, so pinching and irritating the nipples.

"Ms. Barbara, if I were you I wouldn't wear the chain for a couple of weeks – your nipples have been badly mistreated, and need healing. I'll only measure your bust, and you'll get the new chain when the nipples will have healed, won't you?"

"I will – I wonder which woman was my husband thinking about when she bought the jewel."

Then Barbara carefully looked at Alice's bust, and noticed that she didn't wear a bra under her tight shirt, but her nipples couldn't be discerned – what was covering them?

"Ms. Alice," asked Barbara, "Are you wearing nipple jewels?"

"Yes, I do. Congratulations – it takes a lot of attention to detect them. Would you like to see them?"

"Why not? So I'll have an idea of how may a woman be adorned by a fitting intimate jewel."

Alice bade her to sit, stood near her, with the bust near her eyes, and removed her T-shirt. The nipple shields were similar to the ones I saw on her the first time (see "The Jeweler Ch. 01"), and my wife too liked them.

But then she drew her nipple chain near to Alice's breasts, and understood that the chain was made to her measures – and that it was Alice the woman I was unwittingly thinking about when I bought it.

Alice tried to justify herself, "My intimate jewels are made to my measures, unless the buyer provides me with the giftee's ones. Your husband didn't do that."

"Because I wasn't a good wife at that time. I can't complain if he wandered astray and wished that another woman were his wife."

"And now, Ms. Barbara?"

"Since I went on the pill, I've been less anxious about sex, and my sex appeal has also grown with my bust."

Alice removed the shields from her nipples, lest she would wound Barbara, and hugged my wife, telling her, "Barbara, we haven't had anything but sex – which tapered down after you went on the pill.

I'm sorry about hurting you so much."

"Don't worry, Alice; you said you had to measure my chest in order to make a chain fitting me, didn't you?"

Alice took the tape and measured my wife; she also proposed her to get vulvar jewelry, as I was away, but Barbara answered, "Vulvar jewelry, vulgar jewelry."

"May I disprove your claim?" asked Alice, and she raised her skirt, so Barbara saw that she did not cover her vulva with panties, but decorated it with a fancy filigree jewel.

"Do you also wear it during your period?" asked my wife, and Alice answered, "I always use tampons."

"It's a beautiful jewel," my wife admitted, "But I don't feel like donning it, sorry."

"No problem – I just wanted you to know that not all intimate jewels are vulgar."

"When will I have my new chain?"

"In less than a month – we are using an old-new technology: the gold is extruded into thin yarns and then woven into the desired shape."

"Your vulvar jewel is made of woven gold, isn't it?"

"Yes. The gold is interwoven with silk threads, which can be of the color of your choice ..."

"... which isn't therefore limited to the colors of gold alloys."

"Yes. The problem, as usual, is money. A chain fitting you will probably cost about $7,000, but the one you're giving back is worth about $3,500."

"Ok. When I take it I'll pay it. Thanks, Alice."

"You're welcome, Barbara."

Then Barbara dressed and went home, and Alice collected Barbara's chain. She should have washed and sterilized the chain, but my wife's apocrine sweat had soaked it through – and Alice loved its scent!

My wife had a shower more than once a day, but took care to just remove the dirt from her body, so her apocrine scent could be easily smelled. I loved her odor, and it saved my marriage more than once, as I could find better-busted lovers, but none of them – not even Alice – had her scent.

Alice thought about my wife, realized that it was under her scent's influence that she showed her adorned genitalia to her, and remembered what did she feel when she had some same-sex experiences as a high-school student.

They were friendships gone awry, and she tried to save them turning them into sexual relationships, but that just didn't work. What if she started a relationship with Barbara?

A relationship with my wife also implied resuming the relationship with me, as I couldn't be supposed to know all and stay put. She could do that, but being involved in a threesome was not exactly her cup of tea.

But my wife had a big bosom, was kind, intelligent, able to recant a mistake, and unpretentious ... she really had to take her, and the best way to win her over was to take advantage of my leave and hope that sexual abstinence became her trusted ally.

How did I learn all that? It's simple – she phoned me and asked me what should she do in order to have sex with Barbara.

Had she been a man, I would have immediately gone to his home, worn my golden phallus sleeve, sodomized him and smothered him to death as well. To add insult to injury, I would also smash all his body with a red-hot scorching sledgehammer, until only by taking the DNA from his teeth his anatomical sex could be the object of an educated guess.

But Alice was a woman – my dick knew that well, so I was extremely excited by her proposal, so excited that I wore my golden sleeve, and masturbated while answering the phone.

When she realized what was happening, she had to masturbate too – not just because she had led another human being to orgasm, and witnessed it, but also because my reaction implied that her dreams were going to be fulfilled.

I told her that my wife was a good lover, but a bad cook – so taking her to dinner was the best thing to start with. But not just once – it would take four to five dinners to have her mood improve due to her better feeding.

Then she could bring her to see something beautiful – pictures, statues, old books, historical landmarks, every work of art could elate her and make her more prone to non-standard sexual activity.

Gift would be the decisive weapon – especially if the gift was indelibly linked to the giver, perhaps because it contained something his.

"An intimate jewel in which gold yarns and my long hair were interwoven would do the miracle?"

"Probably yes – if your hair is clean and not dyed. My wife hates dyed hair. I also advise you to wear the jewel for about a couple weeks, so your apocrine sweat soaks it."

"What if she dislikes my body odor?"

"I'll console you :-) Sorry, in this case nothing can be done."

That night I couldn't help continuously jacking off, as I thought about the threesome to come – and Alice must have done the same, or worse, since women lack refractory period.

She had a golden filigree double of my penis, and I thought that she had put it into the twat when she phoned me, and would only remove it three weeks later, as her incoming period would force her to replace it with a Tampax :-)

Actually, she used it in a more creative way: after taking Barbara to dinners, museums, libraries and scenic places, and convincing her to think to her as a very special friend, she went to our home, with the chain my wife had returned her latched to her own nipples.

She then unbuttoned her shirt, thus revealing her breasts and her chain – my wife's sensitive smell realized that Alice had always worn it whenever they went out, and that her scent and Alice's own one were now pleasantly intermingled.

Alice took the $7,000 chain from the purse – and then Barbara realized why Alice's hair had recently been cut to the length of Audrey Hepburn's. In lieu of silk or wool, Alice's hair was used to decorate the chain.

It was an act of sheer foolhardiness – another person would have felt revulsion at wearing a jewel human hair was woven to; I can't even think about washing my hands in a sink with a single hair in it! But Barbara had become extremely friendly to Alice, so she took it as a token.

Then Alice asked Barbara if she missed me. Barbara admitted to (Alice knew that my wife was in her estrogenic phase, in which sexual desire peaks) and regretted not being able to meet me for a night of hot wild sex.

So Alice took out her secret weapon: my penis double. Barbara recognized what was it modeled after, and Alice told her that she had sought my permission to use it for my wife's pleasure. She then latched it to her golden thong, which had replaced the vulvar jewel, and doubled into a strap-on device.

My wife couldn't resist to the idea of having her best friend fuck her with a veritable reproduction of my genital organ, so she undressed, let Alice apply her new chain to her breasts first, and then fuck her with all her might.