Vickie and I had recently celebrated our tenth anniversary. When we got married, we didn’t have much money, so our rings weren’t much to talk about. Vickie’s mom, Cathy, never really approved of me, as I didn’t come from money. She tried her best to keep us apart, but from the moment I saw her, I knew Vickie was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and I think she feels the same way. Cathy wouldn’t even come to our wedding.
My business has been doing well, so I had talked with a customer of mine some months ago about designing a custom ring set to surprise Vickie. Ben has several old European sports cars and needed some work done on one, so an agreement was reached. He designs and makes beautiful custom jewelry and I told him that I wanted something special.
I explained how Vickie’s younger sister Caitlin had married for money and was always showing off her big rock. Of course, her marriage didn’t last, but after three years she was sitting pretty with a nice paid-for house, big monthly child support and separate maintenance checks, which allow her to play most of the time.
Ben needed his old Mercedes restored and I had put many, many hours into making it like new. When he gave me Vickie’s ring as payment, I was floored. It was gorgeous! A large diamond surrounded by two rows of diamonds and rubies. That ought to make Cathy and Caitlin sit up and take notice.
Her parents threw us a party, a barbecue really, to celebrate our anniversary. Charles, her dad, and I had always gotten along. He had worked hard to get where he was and I think he appreciated that I had the same work ethic. We have two boys and a daughter, and he just spoils them rotten. I’d walk over hot coals for that man. No one except Ben knew about the ring. It was my little secret.
After we had all eaten, the presents came out and we opened the gifts while everyone watched. Vickie had gotten me some new slacks and a couple of shirts with a little note promising a “Night to remember”. When I read that out, she blushed and the others giggled and whooped it up.
Cathy snottily said, “Jeffery, what did you get Vickie?” Under her breath the added, “Probably some cheap perfume.” She knows I hate being called Jeffery and I don’t appreciate her snotty remarks. I’m Jeff to everyone else.
I took this as my cue. I had Vickie close her eyes and I got down on one knee in front of her and took her hand. Looking up at my lovely wife, I carefully took off her old ring and replaced it with the new one. The ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’ coming from the group made her open her eyes. She saw it and began immediately crying and shaking. I asked her what was wrong and she said that she was afraid that when I took off her ring that I was ending the marriage.
I kissed her and told her “Never! You are mine for life.”
Charles piped up and said, “Hell, Vickie, you’re going to have to give him a real special night for that ring.
Caitlin said, “Gee, Jeff, I’d give you a night to remember for a ring like that.”
Vickie didn’t appreciate that, but it did bring a bit of laughter.
That night, her parents kept the kids and we made really passionate love. After ten years, we had gotten into something of a routine, but this night was not like that. We showered together and made love in the shower.
Vickie handed me her shaver and let me trim her up. I told her that if I had my way, I’d shave it all off. “If you really want that, go ahead,” she said. I know how much it bothers her when it’s growing out, so I just gave her a trim. I then rinsed her off and to make sure she was clean; I gave her a good tongue lashing to make sure. I was sitting down and she was almost sitting on my face as she had several good orgasms. She then removed herself from my face and we dried each other off.