Rings

Wedding rings are symbolic, I understand why the symbolism is important to people, but I don’t think they’d matter that much to me… except that I’m polyamorous. A rule we’ve had since we got married is that our rings stay on when we see other people. For some reason seeing the ring on his hand as he grabbed another woman’s thigh and thrust into her really turned me on. Him sending me a video of grabbing someone’s tits and seeing the band glint in the light got me excited. Something about him being with other women but still being claimed, letting them know he wasn’t theirs; I liked it.

Admittedly, I sometimes took mine off for sexy time. I have two bands and I didn’t want dick skin to get painfully pinched between them. Also rubbing another dick all over it and possibly getting my blowjob saliva and his cum on my wedding band felt… disrespectful? So I’d wear my rings on dates and to and from dick appointments but not necessarily keep them on the whole time.

This might surprise you all but despite liking Dakota wearing his ring because it made him mine, I also liked Ryan wearing his… for the same reason, actually. I liked that even while fucking me he was a family man. It turned me on that he was a good husband and a good dad. Of course those feelings changed. I don’t remember when he stopped wearing his ring but it was before I cared apparently. I had the thought as we were about to have sex one time, about how I used to think it was sexy but now it’d bother me, and I figured I’d politely ask him to take it off before we started. But I noticed he wasn’t wearing it anyway. Then I pondered… how long ago had he stopped wearing it and I didn’t notice?

For a little while now I’ve been wanting to get him a ring. And I know that’s insane. But I want to claim him. Except that I don’t. I don’t want to scare off other potential partners for him. I do want him to find a primary partner (when he’s ready) since I can’t give him the attention he deserves… even though the idea does make me a bit jealous. He has a cross with my name engraved on the back, because he worships me for the goddess I am, but lots of people wear crosses. No one would know he’s taken. Except he’s not taken. Except I want everyone to know he is… ugh. How can I be possessive over someone that isn’t mine? Dumb.

I’ve considered asking him to wear one on his right hand, and I’d do the same to complete the symbology, but I know that would make me look absolutely crazy. Am I proposing to this man? Of course not. Right? Or is that what I wanted? Hey, please publicly commit to me and I’ll do the same for you even though I’m already publicly committed to someone else? That’s ridiculous. Plus, I don’t really like wearing rings so why would I add another one to my usual wear? Yeah… that’s definitely why I don’t want to ask. Not because I’m afraid he’d reject me. And not because I’m afraid to upset Dakota by expanding something that’s supposed to be sacred to just us.

We’ve joked about him getting my name tatted but I don’t think he’d ever actually go for it. If he did… God, that’d be so hot. Me on his skin forever. Perhaps I’ll just have to accept the cross as enough. People who know him know he wouldn’t normally wear that so perhaps that representation of my influence will suffice.