I’m in an open relationship, where I have a couple of regular dates, and my husband has just the one side piece. He’s met a few of mine, as he likes to watch, but I’m not allowed to meet his, so I have a feeling I may know her or something.

It was a nice day, and Dave suggested we go and have a coffee in town. He drove, and parked at one end of the main street.

As we walked down downtown, we were approaching the local tattoo store.

Out of nowhere, Dave says “you know Drew said you should get your nipples pierced? I think that’s a good idea.”

Drew is our next door neighbours’ kid… he thinks he’s blackmailing me into Sex, but I’m really letting him. He had demanded I pierce everything, but I told him to fuck off.

“Um, I don’t,” I said, “it sounds painful. And what if we decide to have kids? How will I breastfeed them with nipples full of metal?”

“You know they’re not permanent, right?” he said. “You take the bars or rings or whatever out, and they heal up.”

“It still seems painful.”

“I don’t believe it’s that bad, from what I’ve heard.”

“Oh,” I said, “you know a lot of women with pierced nipples?”

“A few. Guys, too.”

We were by the door now. Dave seemed pretty excited about the whole thing. I, on the other hand, wasn’t.

“Let’s go in and you can ask some questions and see what you think,” he said.

Fine, whatever. He held the door and followed me in. It was a pretty busy place, with several rough looking guys sitting and getting tattoos, and some people waiting, by the looks of things. There seemed to be several closed offices, too.

The receptionist looked up as we arrived. She was a brunette, really pretty, with a tank top on. Her whole left arm was covered in tattoos, and she even had some on her neck. Loads of piercings in her ears, and a little stud in her nose. I know some people who think that sort of thing is trashy, but I thought she looked really Hot.

“Can I help you?” she asked us with a welcoming smile.

“She’s interested in talking to somebody about nipple piercings,” Dave replied for me.

“What do you want to know, honey?” she was looking at me now.

“Well, how much does it hurt?” I asked.

“There’s like a stab of pain when the needle goes through, but then it’s just a dull ache for a while as it heals.”

“How long does it take to heal?”

“Oh, it’s about six months, usually. It’s not aching for more than a week or so, but then you just have this discharge. We recommend using covers over your nipples that you can change, otherwise you’re looking at changing your bra a couple of times a day.”

I must have looked uncertain.

“I’ve had my nipples feel more sensitive during my period than they were when they were healing up. Do you want to see mine?”

“We’d like that,” Dave said.

I was expecting to go somewhere, but she stood up, and facing us pulled her tank top down exposing her tits. Her back was to the workshop area, but nobody seemed particularly bothered by her being pretty much topless to Dave and me. Her tits weren’t as big as mine, but had large areolae. Each nipple had a bar through it, with a little black ball at each end. Dave and I looked at them closely. I think I was interested in the mechanics of it all, and he was just staring at her tits.

“You can touch them if you like,” she said to me.

I did, gently, and saw her areola crinkle as the nipple stiffened a little.

“What does it feel like?”

“It makes your nipples more sensitive like they’re always hard, and you’ll be aware of them when you catch them on something. But I like the extra little bobbles you see in your top with a piercing.”

She pulled her top back up as I let go, and I could see what she meant – where my nipples leave little pokies in a tank top when they’re hard, she had three bumps on the middle of each tit, so it was obvious she had piercings.

“It’s the same with a bikini,” she said, “but you can’t see them with any kind of padded bra. You know, like at work.”

She smiled at me.

I was still a little uncertain.

“How long does it take?”

“Just a few minutes. We push the needle through, and that carries the bar in. Then we just screw on the ends. Seriously, it’ll take you longer to choose your jewelry than it will to put it in.”

“Can I do just one?”

“Well, you can, but almost everybody comes back for the other. You might as well go through the process once, and have them both healed at the same time rather than drag it out. But it’s up to you.”

“I’ll think about it for a bit, I think. Do I have to book, if I decide to do it?”

“You can, but we can usually fit you in pretty easily. It’s not like a tattoo that takes hours.”

She handed me a card.

“Call, any time, and we can set you up.”

“Thanks,” I said, handing the card to Dave. “Really, I’ll think about it.”

We headed back out to the street, and carried on down towards the coffee shop.

We ordered, and sat at a table to watch the world go by. We talked about nipple piercing. Dave thought her nipples had looked really sexy, but I pointed out that he, and my other partners, would have to be really careful of my tits for what sounded like a long time. That’s a shame, as I like having my nipples played with, and I wasn’t totally sure I could stand them being even more sensitive. I was going backwards and forwards with it – I liked the idea of how turned on Dave seemed to be by the prospect, but I don’t like the idea of it being painful, even if only for a short while. Still, Dave was slowly winning me over. I’d thought he’d want big rings or something, but the little bars looked a lot tidier and easier to live with. Eventually he sort of wore me down, with a valid counter point to every one of my objections. It was still my choice, but I knew the guys were all going to Love the piercings when they were sorted out – I’d just have to make sure everybody was gentle with me until they were healed.

“When would we do it though? I asked him.

“No time like the present,” he said.

I’m pretty sure he just didn’t want me to change my mind. Well, I’d got myself all talked into it, and I could imagine I’d chicken out if I waited, so I said we could go and see if they could fit me in.

We went back to the tattoo store, and the receptionist beamed happily when we came in.

“So, did you decide anything?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, “let’s do it.”

“Alright! OK, let me see who’s available now, and in the meantime choose your jewelry.”

She pointed me over to a wall display with a lot of different stuff – ear rings, navel rings, clit rings (no, I wasn’t going to do that, like, ever) and nipple rings, then headed back into the working area. Dave and I looked at the rings – there were a lot of different metals, and a lot of different designs and colors. It was going to be difficult to decide.

The receptionist came over and said “Brad’s just finishing up a tattoo now… we can do you in a few minutes. Now, did you decide on anything?”

I had to admit I hadn’t.

“Well, do you have any metal allergies? Like nickel or anything?”

“I don’t believe so,” I said, shaking my head.

“Do you prefer gold or silver as a colour? We also have titanium, which is this duller gray metal.”

“Silver,” said Dave.

“We could do surgical steel if you like,” she said, “it’s hypoallergenic, and doesn’t need as much cleaning.”

“That makes sense,” I said. “I think I’ll go for something plain for the moment, and maybe get crazy with it later, when it’s all healed.”

“These are a good choice in that case,” she said, pointing at a small bar with small plain metal balls at each end.

“OK, that works,” I said.

She took them down and handed them to me. She turned and looked over at, I guess, Brad, and said “it looks like he’s ready for you.”

She walked us over to Brad, a big biker looking guy with a shaved head and lots of tattoos. I found him a little intimidating, to be honest.

“Hi,” he said, “I’m Brad,”

“Hi Brad,” said Dave, “Dave, and this is your victim, Sue.”

Brad smiled sweetly and shook my hand. I was starting to relax. A little.

“Right this way,” he said, leading us to his work station.

He took out a clean pair of latex gloves, and put them on.

“Have a seat,” he said, and I perched on the edge of what looked like a dentist’s chair.

“I just want you to see this,” he said, and got out a little packet. “This is a brand new sterile needle, we don’t reuse them, so you’re not going to get any weird diseases or anything. We’ll disinfect the bars you’ve chosen, and as you can see, I’m wearing gloves.”

I felt a lot better with him explaining everything to me. He took the bars from me, and took them off the card they were on, and dropped them into a little pot full of liquid.

“We’ll sterilize your nipples before we begin, then I’ll push the needle through and screw the ball on. Do you have any questions?”

I shook my head.

“She’s nervous,” said the receptionist girl, “so I’m guessing this is your first body piercing?”

I nodded. This seemed a lot more careful than my ears.

“That’s OK,” Brad said, “you’ll be fine. Maybe you’ll even like it and come back for other piercings.”

He smiled, but I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to like it that much.

“Right, you’re going to need to take off your dress.”

He was right – it had proper shoulders rather than just straps, so I couldn’t just push it down to my waist, and lifting it up would be the same as taking it off.

“Can we go somewhere more private?” I asked him.

“There isn’t anywhere,” he said. “I’m sure you could come back dressed differently, but you’re still going to need to be topless.”

I bit my lip and looked around again. There were about ten people all engrossed in getting tattoos or whatever, and just Dave, Brad and the receptionist looking at me.

What the hell.

I stood up and took my dress off over my head. As I passed it to Dave, I noticed some people glance over at me, but nobody was leering or anything. I stood there in my underwear, a plan yellow cotton thong and sensible bra. I hadn’t thought I was going to be exposing myself, so hadn’t dressed sexy.

“Bra too,” Dave said, holding out his hand.

I unhooked my bra and pulled it down my shoulders, handing it to him.

“You have nice tits,” the receptionist said, and I noticed a few more people, the ones getting tattoos, looking at me.

I quickly sat back down on the chair. It was cold though, against my bare back, and I felt my nipples hardening.

Brad sat on a little round stool next to me, and pulled his little work table to him.

He tore open a little packet and got a swab out of it. He swabbed both my nipples, and tugged them with his fingers covered in the little cloth. My nipples are really sensitive most of the time – I can often cum just from nipple play. I felt the familiar tingles, and they went fully hard now. He picked up a Sharpie and drew a little tick on each side of each nipple.

“Check yourself out in the mirror,” he said, standing up and wheeling the mirror over to me. “Once they’re in, they’re in.”

I sat up and looked at my reflection. The marks were level on both sides, so I guessed they were fine.

I looked at Dave, and he nodded.

“I guess they’re fine,” I said, and Brad motioned me to lay down again.

“Come and sit over here,” the receptionist said to Dave, “she’ll just be a few minutes.”

She led him over towards the main waiting area, and I turned back to watch Brad.

Brad wiped my nipples again, careful not to remove the marks, and pulled on the nearest, left, one a couple of times to get it properly hard. I could feel a tingle, as I was getting turned on. Then he clipped some forceps on it, but they had holes in each of the tips and I could see his little marks through the holes.

I wasn’t really sure what to do with my arm, and it lay on the side of the chair. It ended up dropping over the side of the chair, falling into Brad’s lap.

“Oh god,” I said, “I’m sorry.”

I went to move my hand away, but he grabbed it and put it back in his lap.

“Just squeeze if it gets too painful,” he said in a low voice.

I lay there, with this big burly guy preparing to pierce my nipple, holding his cock through his jeans. I noticed that without really thinking, I’d started to stroke my hand up and down, and I could feel it getting hard. I had my eyes closed and was concentrating on feeling his cock so I didn’t have to think about what was going on when there was a sudden stabbing pain in my nipple, and then it was over. I felt a jolt go through me from my nipple right through to my clit. It really turned me on.

I squeezed the shaft of Brad’s cock through his jeans.

“You’re doing just fine,” he said, fiddling around with my nipple.

It was a little achy, and then he was wheeling away back towards his cart, his cock pulling out of my hand. I looked down and saw the ring sticking through my nipple. It looked surreal to me, like it was a picture of somebody else.

“Happy?” Brad asked.

“Uh, yep?” I said.

He wheeled around to my right side, opening a packet with a new needle, while I was looking at my new piercing. I felt him pulling on my other nipple before I was really aware he was there, and then the forceps were clamping my nipple. He picked my hand up from where it was laying on the side of the chair and moved it down, and I was surprised to feel his bare cock.

I lay there, fiddling with the head of his hard cock.

“Just a sec,” I said, letting go.

I let go of his cock, and brought my hand to my mouth. I stared into his eyes as I licked my finger tips then I dropped my hand back to his cock and started rubbing my saliva into the head.

He groaned a little, then looked back at my nipple. I didn’t want to watch, so I looked up at the ceiling and closed my eyes. There was a sharp pain as the needle went through, and I had a small Orgasm as the pain went through me to my clit again. I squeezed the head of Brad’s cock a little as I shuddered.

He fiddled with my nipple for a few seconds longer, then said “you’re done.”

I lay there with my eyes closed, relaxing and concentrating on playing with his cock. I could feel his pre-cum leaking out of the tip, and I wiped it around the head.

“How does it look?” I heard Dave say, and I opened my eyes.

Brad pulled away and I had to let go of his cock. I looked at him and licked my fingers clean as I sat up.

“Fine,” I said, “what do you think?”

Dave was on the far side of me from Brad, so Brad had lots of time to put his cock away and zip up before he got there. I swung my legs over the side and sat up, with my back to Brad giving him more cover.

“They look great,” he said.

The receptionist was behind him. She nodded.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I could make out others looking at me, but the receptionist handed me some little round make up removal pads.

“Here,” she said, “put these in your bra to catch any discharge.”

I took them, and my bra that Dave was handing towards me. I put the bra on, then tucked the pads in over my nipples. They seemed very sensitive, obviously, but other than a slight dull ache, they were fine.

Dave stood there, holding my dress, with a smile on his face. He was looking at the crotch of my thong.

“Did you enjoy that?”

I guessed it was damp down there, and he could see. I snatched my dress from him, pulling it on over my head.

I turned to Brad, who was cleaning stuff while still sitting down, so I guessed he still had an erection, but his jeans were fastened again. He grinned at me.

“Thank you,” I said, “that wasn’t too bad.”

I licked my lips.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “I look forward to your next body art.”

He looked over to the receptionist.

“Give her the family and friends discount.”

“Well thanks!” I said, as Dave and I headed over to the counter.

While Dave paid the bill, I watched Brad watching me. I poked my tongue against the inside of my cheek and ran it around a little, teasing him. Just as we left, I blew him a kiss.