LOL. Nah, no apologies. There's a good story there. If only I knew how to make art.
Could be fun for my Literotica page. A husband knows that his wife associates her piercings with her wild party days in college, and as part of an entry into NTS/hotwifing he encourages her to get a labret or a Monroe...
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We'd walked past the piercing studio in the mall a hundred times, and every time I'd remembered the way my wife looked in college. Not that she wasn't still beautiful, but remembering her little crop tops and short skirts and the way she loved catching guys checking her out always got me hard as a rock.
"Hey," I said, finally unable to resist. "Want to head in here? You really admired that girl's lip piercing the other day."
"It's called a labret," she said. "And no thanks. I'm done with all that"
"I hope it's not because of me," I said. "You don't have to give up the things you love just because we're married. I know you really liked your navel ring and your VCH. "
"Yeah," she said with a laugh. "But I also really liked dressing sexy and going dancing and having boys chase me."
"The word chase implies that you ran away," I teased. "I think you mean you liked having boys catch you."
"Hey," she said with a big grin. "You better not be complaining. If I wasn't easy, you couldn't have gotten me."
I laughed at that.
"Harsh, but fair," I said.
"Seriously, baby," she went on. "I left that girl behind. I mean, I still love the aesthetic, but if I still looked like that and dressed like that guys would still hit on me all the time."
I stopped walking and turned to face her.
"What?" she said. "Why are you giving me that goofy grin?"
"Well," I said. "You listed the pros. I'm waiting for the cons."
Comprehension dawned, and her eyes widened.
"Baby," she said. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying," I said. "That you should definitely get the labret."
