Engagement Ring: a Frankel story

Engagement Ring

Originally written by Frankel.

The first thing you need to know about Susie is that she has the world’s greatest tits. They were what you would call a good size. Not so massive that they drooped down but a perfect handful, well rounded and upright but still with delightful bounce in them when she walked.

The scond thing you need to know is that they were strictly off limits. No touching, no licking and definitely no fucking. Not even for me, her long suffering boyfriend.

“Not until we are married,” was her mantra.

If there was ever a greater incentive to pop the question to a girl I have yet to hear it. My only concern was that her prudishness would continue after she had said “I do.”

“Fuck it,” I thought every time I saw her bounce towards me, or felt her breasts press into me in an embrace. “Those are definitely worth the risk.”

I knew the engagement ring had to be good, she was high maintenance and only ever wanted the best. Fortunately I am well paid so was in a position to splash out a bit.

I went to a jeweller’s that boasted it sold the best in rare jewellery.

“Not just rare,” said the jeweller. “These rings are unique.”

He was an old man with a raspy voice and had an unusual gleam in his eye.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me something about this young lady you want to marry.”

“Well,” I said. “I love her and want to marry her.”

“Why?” he asked.

I was a bit taken aback by the question.

“Why do you want to know?” I asked.

“Because I want to make sure you get the right ring. As I said these rings are unique. They have certain powers.”

“Powers?” I said.

“Yes, they have the ability to alter a person’s personality. Some in just a small way, making them less grumpy say. Others are more powerful. So tell me, if there was one thing about this girl you could change, what would it be?”

“Nothing,” I lied. “That is why I want to marry her.”

He looked at me with doubt in his eyes.

“Can you name anything about her that would explain to me why you want to marry her?”

I was dumbstruck for a moment.

“One thing,” I thought.

Her tits were really the only thing. Perhaps her pouting lips that I was just aching to fuck. Or perhaps her pretty face.

“Her smile,” I said lamely.

“You want to marry a smile,” he said.

He was silent for a moment waiting for me to offer something more.

“Her personality,” I said.

He smiled and leaned forward.

“She won’t put out will she,” he said. “Not before marriage.”

Something in the way he said this disarmed me. It was almost as if this was a problem to which he had the solution.

“It won’t change when you marry,” he said.