Zanthis Ring

"Just so you know what's coming later." She whispered as she let him go.

"Um. Yeah." John answered with a smile, not sure if he really wanted to go to work or just stay here a while longer.

"Off you go. It's time for me to get ready for work now." She said with a laugh, pushing him out the door.

All the way to work John struggled to figure what might have changed to bring this out in Sue. The only thing he kept coming back to was that stupid ring. He wondered if it could possibly be true. Was there such a thing as this mythical ring, and was what he had this ring? If it was he really needed to find out more.

The day seemed to drag by as John waited for lunch time. Finally unable to wait any longer he told his secretary that he was going for a long lunch and would be back soon. He drove quickly to the public library and entered the three story building, hoping he could find what he wanted. It took some time to locate a section of books that dealt with midevial myths and legends, and pulled the entire selection of books to a table. It was the seventh book he went through that finally gave him what he wanted; the story of a mythical ring of Zanthis.

**** The ring of Zanthis was created by a powerful wizard around 500 AD. As so many myths and legends of this time, there may be some small nugget of fact, but the lack of historical records prevents these from being proven in any way. The myth of Zanthis ring goes that the ring was created for a great knight, injured in battle and made impotent. The knight demanded the ring to restore his abilities. Zanthis, rumored to have trained with Merlin at a younger age, created the ring, which restored his abilities. The knight, desiring the throne of the king, demanded that Zanthis further enchant the ring so that anything he demanded of a woman, she would be unable to refuse. Zanthis, being afraid both for his life and the king's throne, made the enchantment, but limited to sexual favors. Further, the greater the favor, the more life it would draw from the owner, thus limiting how greatly it could be used. The legend further tells that the knight foolishly demanded of the queen that while having intercourse with the king, she would kill him, and then marry the knight as the replacement for the king. The knight died suddenly one night, his body a shriveled corpse. Legend says that the knight was the black knight, and the queen he commanded was the queen of England. While the existence of the ring has never been proven, there have been cases over the years of men with great sexual prowess, women rarely refusing any request they made of them. Proponents of the ring point to these as proof the ring exists. These proponents also claim that since the ring was designed to return the knights physical condition, that it can also be used to change or cure certain physical conditions, both to the ring's owner and any he commands. *****

John sat back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. This certainly sounded like what he may have found, and it certainly explained what had happened to his wife. If it were true, then the next question was, how long did the power over a woman last? Was it temporary or long lasting? John returned the books to the shelf and walked out of the library, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts.

John came home to an empty house, which was not at all unusual. He left before his wife and generally came home before her. He changed from his good work clothes into more comfortable jeans and a t-shirt. It didn't take him long to find the ring and examine it. It was certainly strange that it looked as old as it did, yet the markings were as crisp as the day it was made. He picked up a piece of sandpaper and touched it to the edge of the band and gently drew across it. If it were silver it should easily scuff, yet no mark was made. Again he tried, with more force, soon sanding hard on the surface of the ring. No matter how he tried, the ring was unblemished. Clearly this was no ordinary ring. Possibly the book was correct, and he held the ring of Zanthis. John sat back in his chair and thought long and hard about what to do next. His thoughts were interrupted by his wife's arrival home.

"John! Honey, are you home?" she called from the kitchen.

John slipped the ring in his pocket and walked out of his den, meeting his wife as he turned the corner into the hallway. John was shocked, to say the least. Sue stood back and allowed him to look at her as she turned.

"I hope you don't mind, I decided to get a new outfit today."

"No, I don't mind." John said as he stared at her. She wore heels that were at least four inches high, and her legs were encased in black stockings. Her black skirt was incredibly short, especially for Sue. He had never seen her wear anything remotely short. In fact, he hadn't ever seen her wear a skirt shorter than her knees. This one barely came to the middle of her thighs. It wasn't hooker short, and on her thin frame looked fantastic. She had a black silk blouse on, unbuttoned far enough that it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, making him wonder how many of those buttons she left undone before she got home.

"You like?" She asked, clearly hoping for his approval.

"You look fantastic. Why the change?"

"I don't know, I just felt like... looking a bit more sexy."

"Well you do look that."

"Good." She said, taking his hand and pulling him back down the hall. "Wait till you see this."

She led him outside and across the yard to the small Gazebo. She stopped in the center, standing between the two lounge chairs and let go of his hand. She slowly, enticingly unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and tossed it aside, exposing her bare tits to him and the gentle warm breeze. John was glad they didn't live in town at that moment, and even more so as she unzipped the back of the skirt and let it slide down her legs, revealing that her stockings were held up buy a black lace garter. Her pussy was easily visible in the translucent black lace panties, as was the considerable wet spot between her legs. "What do you think now? I know you've wanted to screw me out here since you built it, so, well, here's your chance!" She said with a grin as she stepped forward and unzipped his pants. "I see you're already hard. Good, I really want you. Walking around in this outfit has me sooooo fucking horny!" She whispered as she pushed his pants over his hips and then pushed his underwear down, releasing his hard dick. She pulled his pants and underwear down as she sank to her knees in front of him.

"Oh god." He groaned as she enveloped his dick with her hot mouth. Within seconds she was bobbing her head up and down his shaft, her saliva coating the whole thing as she pressed him so far into her that his head slipped into her throat for several seconds. He looked down to see her looking up at him, checking to see if he was enjoying her ministrations. John couldn't help but notice her hand busy between her spread legs, stroking her wet pussy with her panties pushed aside.

John reached down and lifted her gently by the arms, forcing her to release his dick from her mouth. He stepped her back and lay her on one of the lounge chairs and then reached down and pulled her small black panties off, tossing them over his shoulder as she giggled. He lowered himself over her, kneeling between her knees on the edge of the chair and lowering his mouth to her chest. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on them greedily for several seconds before moving to the other.

"I wish my tits were bigger for you." She moaned as he sucked the other nipple into his mouth.

"Me too." John said as he released her tit for a second and then went back to sucking and licking the hard nipple.

Sue wrapped her legs around him, pulling her hips up toward him while reaching between them to guide his dick toward her pussy. "OH FUCK YES!" she moaned as she drew herself up onto his dick and then began fucking him, stroking herself up onto his rigid dick with her legs. John was soon matching her strokes, their bodies slapping together rhythmically while Sue thrashed and moaned in delight.

"OH yes! Fuck me! Fill me with your hot cum!" she cried out loudly as her orgasm drew closer. It was only a few seconds later that her orgasm washed over her, wracking her shaking body with spasms and jerks while she screamed in pleasure.

John's overloaded body gave in to its primal desire and with along groan began pumping shot after shot of hot cum deep into his wife's pussy. His own climax seemed to last for an eternity as he jerked with each new release of juice inside her, finally easing and then stopping after nearly a minute.

"Oh god that was good." Sue cooed as she pulled his sweaty body down tight on top of her. "When did you get soooo good at sex? I don't remember it being this good for a long time."

"I don't think I've changed." John said seriously.

"Hmmm I suppose maybe some of it is me, but certainly not all of it."

"I'm not about to ask or complain. I just like it."

"Oh yeah!" she agreed with a hug.

Sue spent the rest of the evening walking around in nothing but the heels and stockings, taking every opportunity to tease her husband by bending over in front of him or teasingly stroking her pussy a few times. By the end of the evening she had sat on him, riding them both to climax not less than three more times before they finally retired to bed.

The next morning John could barely get out of bed. After sleeping like a log all night he still felt exhausted. Fortunately his wife had breakfast ready for him, which helped a lot, but he still stopped at a McDonallds and purchased three egg sandwiches, which he devoured within a few blocks of leaving. He simply didn't understand why he was so hungry and tired. Yes, he had a lot of sex with his wife in the last two days, but nothing to cause this. He thought to himself that maybe he was just coming down with something. He arrived at the office at his normal time and sat down to look over the design requirements for the project he was working on. Amanda, the design group's secretary came in and stood next to the desk, waiting for his attention.

"I have some bids that need signature." She said simply.

"Ok." John said, looking up at her while she handed him the folder.

"Boy, you look tired. You ok?"

"Yeah I think so. Maybe getting a bug or something."

"Looks like you're not getting enough sleep. Is your wife keeping you up all night?" she joked.

"Actually, she has been keeping me quite busy the last two days." John said as he closed the folder. "I kind of like seeing her run around half naked. I bet your husband would enjoy seeing you run around in skimpy outfits. Hell, I know most of the guys here would."

"Oh, and I bet you'd love it."

"Sure, I'd love to see you run around her in more revealing outfits."

"I think not. I like my professional attire thank you very much!" she said, reaching out and plucking the folder from his hand. "It's a good thing I don't take sexual harassment seriously or you'd be in big trouble buster!" she said jokingly.

"Right. You'd have to take down your sign then. Last thing you want the investigators to see is that you grade sexual harassment. Oh by the way, I have a picture of you sitting by your little sign, just for my protection." John said with a grin, knowing that this was just her way of playing, which the two of them had done now for several years.

"Well, in that case, maybe I should just walk in her in some skimpy little outfit and take advantage of you!" She said, turning and wiggling her butt seductively at him.

"Go for it!" John said with a laugh, giving her a gently swat on the butt as she headed for the office door. He watched her wiggle her way to the door, thinking to himself that In reality if someone ever really saw the two of them joking this way he probably would be in trouble, but so far the two of them had kept it discrete. He returned his attention to the documents on his desk and set to work trying to organize his thoughts.

She wasn't exactly sure why, but she sat there staring at his door, wondering what he was doing at that moment. She hoped he was thinking about her, but doubted it. He was pretty good looking, and even though he was a lot older than she was, why shouldn't she enjoy his experience. That was what they said, wasn't it? Older men are more experienced? She tried to concentrate on her work and after trying for several hours, finally gave up and headed to the ladies room.

Closing the stall door she pulled her panties down and then kicked them off. She was glad she wore a skirt as she hiked it up and sat on the stool. She couldn't help but touch herself, gently stroking her wet lips. She felt so turned on, and so wanted to feel him inside her. But this was work, and you just didn't go seduce one of your bosses. Well, he wasn't exactly her boss was he? Maybe it would be alright, if she was careful no one saw her go in, and she locked the door. Yes, that was exactly what she needed. Her fingers felt good, but she really wanted his dick inside her.

She thought about it, what would it take to get him to take her? She needed to get his fingers on her wet pussy and she needed him to see her hard nipples. "I can do this!" she said to herself as she got up and left the stall.

Amanda stepped into John's office and closed the door silently behind her. He was engrossed in his work, but his head snapped up at the sound of his office door lock clicking. Amanda strode over to his desk, lifting one leg and setting it on the corner of his desk. She reached up under her skirt and slowly rolled her thigh high stocking down her leg, stroking it time and again with the palms of her hands to roll it down to her ankle. She lifted her foot off the desk and pulled her high heel off, dropping it on the floor and then rolling the stocking off into her hand. She tossed the stocking aside and then stepped out of her other shoe and rested her leg on the desk.

"Wanna help me?" she asked quietly, reaching for one of John's hands and pulling it up her leg and under her skirt. He felt his fingers touch her bare pussy, her wet lips unmistakable as she pressed his palm against her thigh and drew it away from her pussy, rolling the stocking down her thigh. She moved his hand time and gain, forcing him to caress her leg as she used his hand to work the stocking lower. Finally she pulled the stocking from her foot and tossed it aside, a sultry hot look burning in her eyes.

"You know, I bet I'd look a lot sexier without this bra on." She said huskily as she reached for her blouse and began unbuttoning it. John stared as she slowly undid button after button, exposing a growing triangle of creamy white skin, interrupted only by the front of her lacy pink bra. The last button finally undone, she slipped the blouse off her shoulders and dropped it on his desk. He sat taking in the view of her while she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, allowing it to drop down her arms and revealing her bare tits. Each breast was easily the size of a grapefruit, looking firm and creamy white. Her pink nipples were the size small grapes, each centered in the middle of a darker oblong shaped areola.

"So do you like my tits?" she asked as she stepped around between him and the desk. "You said you wished I'd wear less and seduce you, so now what are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure." John replied, staring t her gorgeous tits.

"Well, until you make up your mind," She said quietly, reaching for his hands and pulling them to her tits. "You can play with these."

John squeezed her firm tits, rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb while she bent over and undid his pants.

"Now, Come here and fuck me. You know you've wanted to for a long time. I've wanted it too. I want to feel your fat cock in my pussy!" She pulled him, up, letting his pants slide down his legs and pushing his underwear down to expose his cock. She hiked her skirt up around her waist and sat on the edge of the desk, raising her legs and spreading them around him. "Now fuck me!" She pleaded, reaching for his body and pulling him closer to her.

John pressed his dick to her wet lips, his head spreading ever wider until his head slipped inside her tight tunnel. Amanda was quite a few years younger than he was and her pussy felt as tight as a teenager as he pushed ever deeper into her.

"Oh god yes!" Amanda moaned as her whole body trembled, her clit sliding along the top of his hard dick as he pressed slowly into her. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure to her, she felt his hard dick press against the end of her hot pussy and begin sliding back out. For a moment she was afraid that he would pull it all the way from her, but he hesitated and then slid quickly into her again. Her whole body tingled as he stroked in and out of her, pushing her impending climax higher by the second. She wondered why she had waited so long to seduce him, why she hadn't demanded his hot dick inside her aching pussy before now? Each stroke felt like another small tingling explosion of sensation, each one drawing her closer and closer to her destination. She wanted to feel him explode in her, and struggled to hold back the waves of pleasure that were rippling through her body like waves. Just when she felt she couldn't hold out any longer she felt the first surge of hot cum squirt against the end of her tunnel. Let her head fall back as spasms of pleasure ran up and down her body, squeezing the hard dick pushing shot after shot of hot cum into her. Her whole body shook and quaked as each shot of cum pushed her orgasm higher and higher.

John groaned quietly while his dick jumped and squirted inside her pussy. Amanda seemed to be lost in pleasure as each squirt of his cum seemed to make her body tremble. He could feel her already tight pussy squeezing and rippling up and down his dick as she pulled his head down to her chest. John sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and gently nibbled, bringing a squeal of delight from her. There seemed to be no end to the orgasm that was washing over her, his continued attention to her firm tits and hard nipples keeping her orgasm going.

Finally after several long minutes she sagged in his harms, her whole body going limp. He gently laid her back on his desk, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. "My god." She panted. "I've... never... felt anything... like that!"

"Glad you enjoyed it." John said quietly, suddenly hoping no one decided to come into his office at the moment.

"Oh yeah. I could do this every day!"

"Probably not a good idea." John said quietly. "Just think what would happen if we got caught?"

"Oh yeah. Might need to find a more private place to do this." She whispered as she pulled herself up to him and hugged him.

"My wife may not approve." John said, wondering just how far she was wanting this to go.

"Then we'll just have to make sure she doesn't find out." She whispered.

"I guess." John said as his flagging dick slipped from her tight pussy.

"Ohhhh I guess we're done for now." She said with a giggle. She looked around and then reached for one of her stockings to use as a cloth to wipe the cum leaking from her pussy. She slipped off the desk and knelt down in front of John, licking and sucking every drop of their mixed juice from his dick. "No point in leaving any evidence." She said with a giggle as she pulled his pants and underwear up, bucking everything as it should be. Finally she stood and found her shirt. Pulling it on. "Don't suppose you'd mind me not wearing my bra, would you?" she asked flirtatiously.

"No, I wouldn't mind." John said, watching her button her shirt.

"Well, if you're a good boy, maybe later I'll let you see them again?" she said as she stepped into her heels and picked her bra up. "Bye for now." She said with a giggle a she headed toward the door.