The following week, we had no contact with Matthew until Friday, when he sent us a message saying he was waiting for us at the coffee shop where we had met on previous occasions.

When we got there, and after the three of us had exchanged greetings, Mary asked him, "Haven't you booked a room? Do you have any activities planned, like when we went to the dance?"

Matthew replied, "Yes, I've booked a room, but first, I had something I wanted to suggest to you, Molly. Have you thought about getting a piercing or a tattoo? What would you think? A lot of people have tattoos nowadays; it's not just for sailors like it was many years ago.

She replied, "I've never really thought about it."

"I have a friend who specialises in piercing and tattooing, and he's reputed to be very good. If you like, you can get them done, and I'll pay for it as a gift."

"I don't know. It can be painful. And besides, a tattoo is forever. If I get tired of it, I have to wear it for the rest of my life."

"Tattoos can be removed. It's a bit of a slow process, but they are completely erased. As for the pain, as I said, my friend Albert is a very good professional and has been doing tattoos and piercings for many years. I would apply a local anaesthetic so that it doesn't hurt."

Mary turned to me and said, "What do you think, Buck?"

I replied, "Whatever you choose is fine with me, and I'll support it. But I agree with you that a tattoo is too permanent. Even if it can be removed, I would advise against it. As for the piercing, it can be erotic."

Mary thought about it and, after a while, said, "Well, let's go see your friend and ask him the details, and then I'll make up my mind.

Matthew said, "Perfect! Let's go over there in my car."

We left the café and headed for his car. The drive to the piercing place took ten minutes. We parked almost opposite and walked there.

As we entered, we saw what I assumed to be Matthew's friend: a light-skinned man with long black hair, beard and a moustache. He was stocky and had a lot of tattoos on his arms and neck.

Matthew greeted him, "Hi, Albert."

"Hi, Matthew."

"This is Molly and Buck. Molly is the friend I told you about. It looks like she's finally getting around to getting some piercings. She wants to get some questions answered."

"Yeah, sure," Albert replied. Turning to Mary, "Ask anything you want."

Mary began to ask, "Does it hurt much?"

"No. I'll give you a local anaesthetic. Then, when the anaesthetic wears off, the area will be sore for a few hours, but if you take a painkiller for 24 hours, that should be enough."

"Can it get infected?"

"If it's done well and then cleaned for a few days, there's no problem. I would give you a disinfectant liquid to apply every day, which disinfects and speeds up the process."

"And where on the body are women most likely to get piercings?"

"The most common are on the nipples and clitoris. They also pierce the navel, the nose, the lip, and the vaginal lips."

"And the nipples don't stop you from breastfeeding? Doesn't it affect sexual relations?"

"Not at all. To breastfeed, you only have to remove them. The nipples are porous, and milk comes out through multiple channels. As for sex, I have them, and I can tell you that it is very exciting when your partner plays with the rings. Also, having them all day causes a little continuous excitement, as if they were caressing your nipples continuously.".

"And on the clitoris, doesn't it hurt when you have sex? Can't it become numb over time?"

"No. Just like on the nipples, it's exciting. And you don't lose sensitivity."

"Well," said Mary, "I think I'll get my nipples and clitoris pierced. If I don't like it, I can always take them out."

"Perfect!" said Albert. "Go into the back room to do it."

We all went into the back room, where there was a recliner. Albert put some kind of paper sheet over it and said to Mary, "Molly, get undressed and lie down. I'll go get some rings to put on you."

While Mary undressed, Albert went outside the tent. Matthew followed him.

I took the opportunity to ask Mary, "Are you convinced?"

"Yes. I've never thought about it, but it can be exciting. We're trying new things to enjoy our sexuality more, aren't we?" and she added with a playful smile, "And from what I hear, I might come home every day really horny and throw myself at you determined to fuck you."

"Then go ahead."

Soon, Albert and Matthew returned. Albert put on a table next to the recliner: a spray, a bottle of liquid, some gauze, some tweezers, a needle, and a small box that looked to me like it contained some rings.

Mary was already completely naked and lying on the couch.

Albert put on some gloves, sprayed some of the spray on both nipples, while he explained, "This is a local anaesthetic so that the puncture doesn't hurt. We have to wait a few minutes for it to take effect."

When he sprayed it on Mary, she gasped. It seems that the contents of the spray were very cold, or at least caused that sensation.

He then poured the liquid from the bottle onto Mary's left nipple and spread it with the gauze pads. With the coldness of the spray, Mary's nipples had become very hard and tight.

Albert explained, "Now the disinfectant. The needle and clamps are already disinfected."

He then poured the liquid on the right nipple.

After a few minutes of waiting, during which no one knew quite what to say, Albert took the clamps and needle and said, "The anaesthetic should have taken effect by now. Molly, if you don't look, it will hurt less."

Mary started to look at me. I grabbed her hand to give her my support.

Albert took hold of her left nipple with the clamps, pulled upwards a little, and, through the hole at the tip of the clamps, slowly pushed the needle through Mary's nipple. She moaned slightly, but it didn't seem to hurt too much. I, on the other hand, was having a very hard time, but I wanted to see that Mary was all right.

Finally, the needle appeared at the other end. A tiny trickle of blood spurted from the hole, and Albert quickly wiped it away with the gauze. The disinfecting liquid must have hurt Mary, for she moaned a little again.

Then he took one of the rings, rested it on the needle, and withdrew the needle as the ring went into the nipple hole. When it came out on the other side, he closed the ring. I then looked at the ring; it was about two centimetres long and had at the other end of the opening a sort of small round coin or plate.

After checking that everything was in order, Albert repeated the operation on the other nipple.

Albert checked his work on the right nipple and said, "Well, two of the three rings are on. That leaves the last one, the most delicate."

He used the spray again to numb the clitoral area, and then wiped the area with gauze and the disinfectant liquid. After waiting a while for the area to become numb, he applied the clamp to the clitoris and pierced it with the needle. The pain made Mary wince, but she held still.

Albert put the last ring on, slipped it through the freshly made hole, and closed the ring.

"Well, that's it," he said after disinfecting the area again and taking off his gloves.

Mary then looked down at her body and said, "It hurts a little, but I think it looks erotic, don't you?"

I replied, "Very much so. Especially your nipple rings. They draw attention to your breasts, which are already beautiful."

I went over to look at them in detail and noticed that the little plate on each ring had a letter on it, an 'M'.

I asked Albert, "I didn't realise it's not a little ball. On this plate there is a letter M."

"Yes," Albert replied. "It was Matthew's idea. He told me he wanted the rings to have a letter M for..."

"M for Molly, of course," Matthew interrupted. "It was to highlight who Molly's fantastic attributes belonged to."

I asked Albert, "How do you open the rings to remove them? I don't see a latch."

Albert replied, "This model doesn't have a latch. Once it's on, a kind of small internal harpoon joins the two sides, and you can't open it again. This prevents it from getting lost. You have to cut it with pliers. although it will cost quite a lot, as it is made of titanium. The advantage is that it does not cause allergies or skin reactions, and you don't have to remove them."

"Well," said Mary, "I'm not going to take them off for now, and when I get tired, I'll take them off definitively."

So they were 'permanent' rings? I thought about Matthew's words for a few seconds, and the old mediaeval expression 'Excusatio non petita, accusatio manifesta' ('Unsolicited excuse, manifest accusation') came to mind. Matthew had interrupted Albert to clarify that M was Molly's M. Wasn't Albert going to say the same thing, or was he going to say something else? Matthew's name also began with M. Wasn't it that Matthew wanted Mary to wear rings with his initials on them? That when he said it was to highlight who Molly's fantastic attributes belonged to, he was thinking of him and not Mary? Was he trying to 'mark' Mary as his property?

In any case, I thought, even if Matthew had thought that, for us it would be an M for Molly (or Mary). It gave him no claim on Mary.

Thinking about initial coincidences, I thought it was a good thing Mary's nickname was Molly, which started with M as well. If she had chosen an alias with a different initial and that had been the letter on the rings, it would be a bit 'odd' for Mary to wear piercings with an initial that wasn't hers.

On the other hand, perhaps in that case there would have been no doubt as to the meaning of the letter. If Matthew chose an M, it was clearly for him.

Was I becoming paranoid because of the intimacy between Mary and Matthew? Was Matthew influencing Mary too much? Trying to 'take possession' of her? He had convinced her to have anal sex, something she had always found distasteful. And he had convinced her to get piercings, something she had never thought about. But Mary was an intelligent, independent woman. I needn't have worried. Matthew could try anything he wanted; she wouldn't be persuaded if she wasn't sure.

On the other hand, when Mary became Molly, she was more wild and daring and would do things, or let Matthew do things, that Mary wouldn't do. As she would say, 'Molly does it, not Mary' or 'As long as I'm Molly, no one knows me, I can do whatever I want.'

I tried to forget about everything and focus on Mary, who had started to get dressed.

While Mary finished dressing, Matthew paid Albert for the work and the rings. Albert gave Mary a sheet of paper with instructions on how to care for the piercings and how to prevent them from getting infected, as well as a small bottle of liquid to wash and disinfect the holes.

Then he said, "No liquids other than soap and water or disinfectant should come in contact with the piercings for at least two to three weeks, so no vaginal sex. And no sucking or licking of the nipples or clitoris, as the bacteria in the mouth can cause infection. As for clothing, it should be loose-fitting and non-chafing, preferably cotton.

I don't think any of us had thought about that. We said goodbye to Albert, left the shop, and headed for the car. Once there, I asked, "What do we do? Are we going home?"

Matthew replied, "Since we're here, maybe we could go to the motel room. Albert hasn't said anything about limiting oral or anal sex. Besides, I have to tell you that next week I have to leave for the competition that Thomas, the team captain, has been preparing for. I'll be out of town for two weeks, and we won't be able to see each other. If we don't do something now, we'll have to wait three weeks. And I think that might be especially hard on Buck."

When I heard that, I thought, 'Three weeks without an orgasm. I've never gone that long!' So I said, 'Why don't you leave the key to the cock cage with us for that period of time?

Matthew replied, "No. The agreement we made is that I only leave the key with you when I'm present. Besides, didn't you say you wanted to feel the desire and excitement for a long time so that when you cum, it would be much more intense? Then it will be really intense. In any case, you'll be fine if you don't cum for that long."

Then he added, "If you want, we can stop meeting, and I'll give you back the key. Although I think we're all having a great time, we're having good sex. And besides, it would seem bad to me after I just gave Molly the piercings."

It seemed a bit wrong to me that he was doing this sort of 'emotional blackmail' and showing this willingness, which seemed fake to me, as well as bringing up the gift, but I let Mary decide. I asked her, "We do whatever you want, Molly. You're the one with the piercings, and you can be more sore. And on top of that, you can't have vaginal sex or touch your clitoris, so you won't be able to enjoy orgasms today."

Mary thought for a few moments and said, "Since we're here, let's go to the motel. Besides, Buck, I'd hate for you to have to go this long without an orgasm."

Matthew started the car, and we headed towards the motel.

At one point, we passed a sex shop. I told Matthew to stop the car. I ran out of the car, went into the sex shop, and searched until I found what I was looking for: a remote-controlled vibrating bullet.

I thought that, although Mary couldn't have vaginal sex and it was possibly not convenient for her to insert something like a vibrator or a dildo, which could rub her irritated clitoris, a vibrating bullet could excite her internally and allow her to have an orgasm.

I paid and went back to the car. I got in and gave it to Mary, saying, "Here, Molly. My precious little wife won't be without her orgasm today."

Mary looked at me with a knowing smile, gave me a very intense kiss, and said, "I love you, my love."

When we got to the motel, we went to the room. As soon as we walked in, Matthew jumped on Mary and hugged her, but when Matthew's torso collided with Mary's aching nipples, she let out a loud yelp and said, "Careful. that area is very sensitive"

I said to Matthew, "We have to be careful. We can't touch the piercing areas."

And then to Mary, "Molly, get undressed and lie down on the bed."

I remembered that Mary had packed a bottle of lubricant in her purse in case Matthew proposed anal sex again, so I took the bottle and the vibrating bullet. I made sure the bullet had batteries and spread lubricant on its surface.

When she was naked on the bed, I walked over to her, kissed her, stroked her hair, and then knelt between her legs. I noticed her piercing and her clitoris, which was a little swollen and red.

Carefully, I slowly inserted the vibrating bullet into her vagina. The area wasn't sore and didn't seem to hurt her.

With the remote control, I activated the vibrating bullet, and Mary gasped. Then she looked at me with a satisfied look on her face. I played a little with the bullet controls, varying the speed and vibration pattern to see which one pleased her the most. Then I retreated back inside the closet, as I had at other times.

Then Matthew, who had already undressed, sat on the bed, his back against the headboard, and said to Mary, "Molly, how about using that fantastic mouth and throat to make me come?

Mary kneeled before Matthew, who spread her legs apart, and she grabbed his cock with one hand and began to lick it from bottom to top, fiddling with the frenulum as she ran her tongue along it and then running her tongue slowly over the tip of his cock.

Mary clearly enjoyed the control she could exert over a man and the pleasure she could produce by playing with her mouth on his cock.

I had taken the remote into the wardrobe and would sometimes turn up the power to see how Mary reacted. It was obvious that she was getting more and more aroused, both by the vibrations inside her vagina and by the cock she was licking with relish.

When the cock was sufficiently lubricated, she opened her mouth slightly and pushed the tip between her lips. Then she slowly lowered her head, opening her mouth wider to admit Matthew's erect cock, which was now fully erect, hard, and thick.

She lowered her head until she had half of his cock inside her mouth. Then she moved it up until she had just the tip between her lips and lowered her head again until she had admitted a little more of the length of his shaft.

She kept going up and down, taking in more and more of his cock, until the tip of it entered her throat. After stopping a bit to control the choking and gagging sensation, she kept going up and down the length of his cock until she had her sensuous lips pressed against Matthew's body.

I watched the scene with the usual excitement, imagining and dreaming that it was my cock wrapped around her lips. My cock was already very hard, bent and aching, trying to bulge through the bars of the cock cage and painfully pulling my testicles away from my body, my scrotum straining.

Mary continued to suck Matthew's cock and became increasingly aroused by the vibration of the bullet inside her. Somehow, I felt like I was participating, as I was handling the vibrating bullet. If it wasn't a threesome with three people enjoying sex, it was something like two and a half people, as I was getting her to enjoy and reach an orgasm, even though I wasn't touching her and couldn't reach my own climax.

I noticed the rhythm of her bobbing up and down quickening, and, without realising it, she brought her hand to her breast to knead it. When she brushed the nipple, she gave a little moan, but then she positioned her hand so that she was rubbing the breast without touching the areola or the nipple.

Meanwhile, Matthew had rested his hands on Mary's hair and was trying to set the pace, trying to speed it up to reach his orgasm. Mary, on the verge of her own climax, let herself be led, and I could see his cock thrust fully into her mouth, faster and faster, harder and harder, fucking her mouth with momentum, like a pussy, causing her to gag and her eyes to water.

Finally, I noticed some spasms in Mary, and she froze and came, letting out muffled moans. Her spasms must have triggered Matthew's orgasm, as he pushed her head down until his cock was all the way down her throat, held still, closed his eyes, and said, "Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Straight down your stomach."

They stayed like that for a few moments, until Mary pulled away, coughing and gasping for air. I stopped the vibrating bullet to give her time to rest.

After resting for a few minutes, Matthew seemed determined to start again and began to caress her, but she said, "I'm tired from the stress of the piercings, and my body is a little sore in the most exciting areas. Let's go to sleep."

I got the feeling that Matthew was 'not enthusiastic' about the answer and was hoping for a night of sex, but I don't think he dared to insist.

They lay down on the bed, and before long, the three of us were asleep.

The next morning, when I woke up, they were still asleep.

I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, Matthew was already awake and was caressing Mary's body, her back to him. He was running his hand from her shoulder down her side to her hips and her beautiful buttocks. He caressed her buttocks, kneading the warm flesh and feeling the velvety texture of her skin and the sponginess of her buttocks.

Matthew then grabbed Mary's hips and guided them until she was on all fours. He kneeled behind her and continued to caress her back, especially her buttocks. He kneaded them, rubbed them with enthusiasm. Occasionally, he moved his hand slowly to her tantalisingly pendulous breasts and fondled them, dodging the still-sore nipples.

Matthew took the lubricant from the bedside table and spread some over Mary's ass crack. Then he began to run his finger up and down the slit, relaxing and stimulating the area at the same time.

Mary started to fidget with arousal, and I, seeing that the vibrating bullet wasn't on the bed or the bedside table, assumed that she had fallen asleep with it inside her, so I activated it.

The little gasp she gave and the knowing look she gave me confirmed that she did indeed still have the bullet inside her vagina. Mary closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the sensations that assaulted her from inside her and from her ass.

Matthew rested his finger at the opening of Mary's anus and slowly inserted it. After inserting and withdrawing it several times, he added another finger and finally a third. When he checked that her sphincter was sufficiently relaxed, he applied lubricant to his cock and placed it in her anus.

He applied firm pressure until the sphincter gave way and dilated, and he managed to get his glans inside Mary's rectum.

I watched Mary's face show a mixture of discomfort mixed with excitement as Matthew's cock invaded her ass. He kept pushing, slowly but firmly, until most of his cock was inside Mary's ass. Then he pulled back a little and pushed his cock back in a little further. He kept repeating this until finally his thighs were in contact with hers and his cock was fully penetrating her asshole.

Once inside, he began to fuck her ass, pumping his thick cock in and out. I imagined her sphincter must be stretched tight around his thick member as he penetrated her and withdrew. I increased the power of the bullet so that it distracted Mary and made her orgasm.

He had already established a rhythm, holding Mary's hips and thrusting his cock in and out of her ass, making her breasts sway as his body collided with her buttocks.

Before long, she was moaning and panting with her lips parted, and instead of holding still to Matthew's thrusts, she began to move to meet him as well, impaling herself on his cock as he moved towards her.

She began to mumble, "Yes... hummm.... yes... yes... yes... arggg... it's so intense... like this... like this... arggg... I'm... I'm going... I'm going... I'm going to cum."

Finally, an overwhelming orgasm overtook her, causing her to scream. Matthew continued to fuck her ass, speeding up even more. She chained together several more orgasms as he kept pumping his cock in and out of her ass, until he stayed still and his cock began to forcefully shoot spurts of cum into Mary's bowels.

He remained stiff, but she kept having orgasm after orgasm, like the aftershocks of an earthquake, until at last she collapsed onto the bed, his cock popping out of her asshole, from which a small trickle of cum slowly escaped.

I turned off the bullet, and Matthew dropped exhausted onto the bed.

After resting for a few minutes, he got up and headed for the shower. I then reminded him, "Matthew, give me the key."

He stepped back, pulled the key out of his jacket, and threw it on the bed. I grabbed it and quickly released my imprisoned cock, which quickly became erect and hard, reflecting the arousal I had felt watching the intense copulation that had taken place in front of me.

I lay down next to Mary and, stroking her face, asked her, "What do you want us to do?"

She replied, "I don't know. On the one hand, I'm tired, and my nipple and clitoral piercings hurt. On the other hand, I'm still a bit horny. Besides, I want you to have your orgasm not only because you'll be locked in the cock cage for two weeks since we won't meet Matthew, but also because I've had such strong orgasms thanks to you. Even if it was from a distance, the vibration of the bullet and the knowledge that you were handling it made me climax. I felt you close, participating."

After saying that, she hugged me and kissed me sensually.

Then she continued, saying playfully, "I think this cock deserves a little attention after being locked up for so long."

She grabbed my cock with her hand, and moving down the bed, she placed her face above my crotch and began to lick my cock.

After so long, the sensation was indescribable. Feeling her tongue on it, warm, soft, and wet, instead of the rigid bars of my prison, was like feeling in paradise.

She ran her tongue very slowly along the length of my shaft, licking my testicles and even part of my perineum.

At one point, she stopped, looked at me tenderly, and said, "I love to see your cock twitch with desire when I run my tongue over it. I bet you're about to cum, aren't you? I'll bet what you want most right now is to throw yourself on top of me and stick your cock deep inside my vagina, right?"

I replied weakly, overcome with pleasure, "Yes."

"Well, I want exactly the same thing," she replied with a mischievous smile. "If it weren't for the piercings, I'd throw myself at you. But as soon as they're healed, I promise it'll be worth the wait. And speaking of worth it, do you like the way my piercings look? Do you find them exciting? I hope that after the discomfort and the wait we're going through, they're at least attractive."

"Yes, very much so," I replied. "I love the way they look on you, and I want to play with your nipples as soon as I can."

"I'm glad," Mary replied, and she went back to fiddling with my cock.

She took it in her mouth and ran her tongue around the glans. It drove me crazy with pleasure.

Watching her full lips wrap around my cock, slowly moving down it to the entrance of her throat, was as exciting as the physical sensations.

I could feel her giving me a blowjob with all her attention and love, while at the same time enjoying the contact with my body.

One of my hands rested on her head, and I began to stroke her hair, while the other went to her breasts and caressed the smooth spheres, being very careful not to touch the nipples.

Although I tried to delay my orgasm to enjoy the pleasure for as long as possible, there came a moment when I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt my testicles and scrotum contract, and an unstoppable stream of semen ran down the inside of my urethra, burning its way out, and finally spurting into Mary's warm mouth.

That spurt was followed by another, and another, and another, until I was exhausted, as if I had been squeezed. Meanwhile, Mary had been swallowing all the cum as it flooded her mouth.

When I finished, Mary looked at me with tender eyes and lay down beside me. As on previous occasions, after the waiting and the games we were playing, my orgasms were not only more intense but also made me feel closer to Mary.

We lay there, enjoying the contact, until Matthew, now dressed, asked us to put the cock cage back on and give him the key.

I put it on, gave him the key, and we lay there, enjoying the post-coitus relaxation. After a while, we went to take a shower.

I carefully washed the piercings, applying soap and water as the instructions said, and, once dry, we applied the disinfectant liquid.

Finally, once we were dressed, we left for home, thinking that we wouldn't be back at the motel for two weeks.

To be continued. Chapter 14. Another business trip