Tattooed Like A Hooker Pt 01

My husband and I both come from conservative and loving families. When we were dating, I noticed my hubby was interested in tattoos. At a certain moment, during sex, he expressed his wish of getting a banner tattooed on his groin with my name on it. I first dismissed it, thinking it was just uttered in the heat of the moment. A sexy fantasy.

In fact, in the past I nearly got inked myself. When I was a wild nineteen-year-old I walked into a tattoo parlour and looked at the picture adorned walls. The tattooist, a balding and heavily bearded overweight man who had his arms tattooed with a raw collection of tattoos came over to me, "Hi beautiful, what can I do for you?" he said with a deep voice.

"Ehm, I am thinking about a tattoo, but don't know yet what to get and where I would like it," I murmured softly.

"No problem miss, I can ink you anywhere you wish. My specialties are old school and blackwork tattoos. So, if you're into that you have definitely come to the right place."

He handed a heavy book with pictures from his designs. "How about some smaller tattoos, like butterflies, flowers or hearts?" he inquired. He showed me a section of photos with brightly colored roses. "Such a thing would look lovely on a girl like yourself," he added.

I found them interesting indeed, but I didn't want to act to enthusiastically, so I did a "hum."

He then produced another picture book and showed me some of his blackwork. "These black ink designs work better with smaller designs," he said while flipping through the pages. Then we got to the lettering tattoos. All kind of names in various fonts passed through my eyes. At a certain moment it got to words and sometimes very rude words tattooed on female bodies. Words like: "Whore, Fuck toy, Cum here and Property of".

"Who has this kind of tattoos and why?" I ushered whilst I felt I got red around my cheeks.

"Oh, some of my clients are professionals and others are like loving housewives," the tattooist said.

"Professionals?" I questioned.

"Oh yes, prostitutes. These scripts do much to enhance the appeal of certain intimate body parts. Sometimes they put these words there on their client's request, or sometimes it's the pimp", explained the shop owner.

"And the loving housewives?" I inquired.

"Ah, there is the old saying that a good wife should be an angel in the kitchen, a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom. I have had very respectable ladies coming down to my parlour to get inked with typical hooker tattoos on intimate body parts to spice up their sex life. Most men would feel very stimulated when they see these kind of tattoos on their wife" he grinned.

"So darling, what kind of thing has your fancy?" asked the tattooist and turned to my face.

I started to panic; I didn't want to get tattooed by this man. But also, what would mum and dad say about a tattoo?

The perverted man seemed to read some of my thoughts, "I could put it on a place that no-one really sees. How about a small tattoo behind your bra-line or somewhere that can be hidden by your panties? Only visual for you and your boyfriend. I can make you irresistible for all the boys, missy!" he said.

He seemed overly keen on inking a design somewhere on my virgin skin. But I didn't want to be talked into deciding there and then. I swear the dirty man was undressing me with his eyes when he told me of this! It was all too much for me, I quickly uttered an excuse, I took my handbag and rushed out to the street. Tattoos kept on having my interest, but it was obviously then not the right time.

Harry, my husband, kept bringing up his tattoo wish. Obviously, I found it flattering that he wanted to ink my name on his body. Harry loves me, but I also felt my hubby might have a kinky thing for intimate tattoos. So, one day I gave in.

"Hunny why don't you book a parlour and get it done? If you book me a time too, I'll go with you as well," I said.

"Oh, I didn't know you wanted one yourself?" uttered a surprised Harry.

Secretly I wanted one since my teens, but the event at the tattoo shop when I was nineteen made an end to that wish. My husband was excited on that prospect and during our first love-making session afterwards, he produced a felt-tip pen and wanted to start sketching simple things all over my body. As I didn't give him yet any indication of what and where I wanted a tattoo, he hesitated.

"Ehm, darling what kind of thing would you like?" Harry questioned.

"Darling, what would you like to see on your girl?" Harry hesitated.

"I do remember when we went to that whores-and-pimps themed party. Some girls had these fake tattoos on sexy places, and you were quite aroused by that look," I mentioned.

Hubby stammered: "Eh yes, but those tattoos were fake!"

"Harry darling, I am your wife. I will do everything to make you happy. Why don't we pick a place that could be easily concealed? By, let's say my bra." I grabbed my breasts in my hands and presented them to hubby, "Here darling, write something obscene just above my nipples!"

Harry set up an appointment with a tattooist and a few weeks later we walked into a quite seedy parlour. Harry got his tattoo first; the design was already made on a sheet. My tattoo was going to be a freehand design.

"Harry, that is not my name there on that sheet," I commented. It read "Bella".

"But darling, that's how I call you for years," uttered Harry.

"No, it should be my name in full!" I insisted. So, the tattooist made the banner a bit wider to incorporate "Isabella" better. Harry and the tattooist probably knew that my intervention was going to give him more pain. I had insisted on an elegant font that made the letters well read and indeed the tattooist had incorporated my wishes. Harry was like me, a tattoo virgin and when the needle started going on his groin he started to swear: "Fuck! That hurts!" After a while the ink started to form the banner.

I whispered in Harry's ear: "How lovely, now I get to see this when I suck you off!" These words had the desired effect, although hubby had covered his manhood with a small towel, it became obvious that he now started to get an erection! Hubby felt embarrassed, the tattooist and I both exchanged glances, and we started grinning.

When the tattooist was done with Harry, we both were impressed with the result. Very prominent just on top of his cock was now a large banner that read my name in an elegant letter type. "You'd better stay with her mate; it will be a hell of a job to cover it with another design!" advised the tattooist.

Then it was my turn. I took of my bra and the tattooist grabbed a pen. He firmly placed my right breast in his hand and wrote with his other hand in capitals: "SUCK ME", right above my nipple. He repeated the procedure for my left breast and wrote: "GRAB ME" above the other nipple.

"That is very bad ass!" said a stunned hubby when he inspected the writing. I agreed when I saw myself in the mirror. I could still conceal these words with a full coverage-style bra, which would be better for work and various social events. So, I gave the go ahead to let these words be tattooed on my breast. It was painful as one could expect from such sensitive places, but luckily it was all done pretty quickly.

We had a great time enjoying our new tattoos. They really added something to our sex life. It gave me a great feeling to see Harry marked with my name. Although we were happily married, I somehow felt that he would think twice about starting an affair with someone as he had to explain such a passionate expression above his phallus. I loved those dirty words on my tits, during our plays Harry made sure to give my chest area a lot of attention and love. We started to do more role-play games in which I featured as a prostitute that he picked up. In the summertime we went to beach resort where I dressed up in low-cut tops and dresses, matching these with similar, more revealing bra-types. With some effort one could now see the top of these words, I did notice that people started to stare at my breasts. No doubt they tried to decipher what I had inked on there. This all excited me and I quickly concluded that I definitely needed another tattoo.