I got a wedding ring in the mail. When I opened the large bubble envelope, I saw a spider in there. It was alive, moving around. I didn't know what to do.
Boyfriend took over for me, extricating the small box, and I started wearing the ring when I was out. But we hadn't done a ritual around it.
"I want to touch your penis with this ring," I told him.
"That sounds good," he said.
We went to bed. I raised the ring to his lips, making him kiss it, and I kissed it too, while he played with my tits.
I touched his cock. "Tell me I'm going to suck it," I said.
"You're going to suck it," he said.
So I did suck it, and it was nice and hard. "It's been a while," I said. I liked gagging on it. I felt greedy for it.
"I'm going to put the ring around my clitoris and then I want you to fuck me and then I want you to ejaculate on it," I said.
That sounded good to him.
He climbed onto me and slid into my cunt so smoothly. He fucked me, and we were both excited. I liked imagining the ring there, around my clitoris, and I could feel it there, wanted, as he pumped himself in and out of me.
"You want me to come on the ring, right?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
He pulled out of me and was there between my legs, ejaculating on the ring. I was happy.
Then I masturbated as he touched my tits.
"Call me your beautiful slut," I requested.
"You're my beautiful slut," he said as I rubbed myself. My clitoris felt strange surrounded by the ring, and I liked the unusual.
"Again," I said.
"You're my beautiful slut," he said.
"I'm going to come," I said. My back arched, and I felt the rising and then the crashing as my pussy spasmed and spasmed.
Then we cuddled. I removed the ring from my cunt and held it in my right hand. I felt it had been sanctified. I washed it off and wore it this morning.
I wondered what kind of sign it was that I'd found a spider in the envelope. Friends told me it was a good sign.