Jennifer Evers was pretty. Really pretty with typical Mormon blue eyes and blond hair. She kept her stunning 36-21-34 body trim by exercise and jogging. It was a good way to relax after a day of someone else's children and gave her an extra respite from her husband. Jennifer taught first grade.
Danny Evers taught Junior High in a nearby school. His love of sports kept him after school to coach kids. The extra pay was good and it gave Jennifer that time alone to jog and do things around their apartment before he would get home around 5:00 P.M.
Jennifer was in love with herself. The kind that couldn't pass a mirror she had told her husband that she didn't want kids because she wasn't going to fuck up her body to be a mom to a bunch of dirty diapers.
Jennifer knew that she was pretty and loved having a body that would stop men to stare. She especially loved parent teacher meetings that brought out a lot of men with hardons sitting in extremely small chairs. Her ego gave her pussy a little tingle when the men would have to stand after the first grade meetings and try to hide hardons from their wives. Something Jennifer didn't miss because she was watching. She loved being the cause of men with hardons. She loved it. She lived for it and it happened most every day.
It was a typical Monday afternoon when Jennifer arrived home to the apartment. First thing she'd shed her daily teacher's clothing. She loved being nude. She was Mormon, but her husband was not. Her parents were shocked and angry when Jennifer didn't make Danny convert for a Temple wedding. Because of this she was free of Temple garments. Undressing consisted of taking off only a dress, skirt and blouse, or some days slacks and shirt. Jennifer preferred a dress. Something above the knee and a low neckline. Many times she wouldn't wear a bra. Her boobs would jam a C-Cup. but had no flop or swing, just a nice wiggle that Jennifer loved as her nipples danced against the fabric. Always below the waist is a thin thong, enough to cover her pussy and fit into the crack of her ass.
Jennifer was hot and she knew it. Now fully naked she watched herself in the mirror, admiring perfect tits, flat stomach, and a neatly trimmed bush. The only thing lacking: she wanted a tattoo in a personal area that wouldn't show at school.
The tattoo would come from their first trip to New Orleans during their first summer break just a few weeks later. Her husband was against it, but agreed with conditions that included it had to be something dirty and had to be where no one else would see it. Jennifer laughed and agreed. Danny threw in one last condition that his wife quickly agreed to do. The tattoo artist had to be a man. Danny thought that would discourage her.
Jennifer jumped at the chance knowing how much her husband disapproved. She'd take advantage every step of the way. They'd done things in the past like fucking in public, having Jennifer give some guys looks at her tits or up her skirt. Then they'd go home or to their motel and fuck like rabbits. This was like that, only more daring. They walked to a nearby tattoo shop.
First in the door Danny sat rule one. Out of sight meant on her pussy. The burley man she picked to do the tattoo almost shit to have someone so beautiful walk up to him.
"I want a tattoo."
"Okay, where to you want it?"
"Right above my pussy!
When those words came out of her pretty mouth in almost a hiss it looked like burley man was going to faint to the floor.
"Are you sure you don't want one of our ladies to do it?"
"Dead sure! You're the man. Are you up to it?"
"I've been up to a lot of things. Pictures or words?"
She glanced at Danny. He was good at making her uncomfortable, but it didn't seem to be working.
Let's do words. A nice script would be fine. Script okay, Honey?"
"Um, sure."
The burley man was watching them both.
"What do you want it to say?"
"Oh, something really nasty ... how about two lines? Can you do that?"
"Show me where and I'm your guy."
His eyes were darting between the two of them again. His face was sweating.
"How about ... Don't just stare. Eat me or fuck me!"
"Shit, that could take some room."
"I want it small. Who ever the guy is reading it better be up real close."
"You'll need to uncover the area. I can try to hide you under a towel or we have a private room."
"Let's use your private room. I don't want to cramp your style. I want the artist in you to show."
This is where Danny thought Jennifer would chicken out. No way was she was letting this guy see her pussy let alone touch it to tattoo her. The burley guy stood and motioned her to follow him to the private room. Jennifer followed him. He opened the door and watched her ass as she entered ahead of him.
He walked up to a padded table and indicated for her to get on the table. This would be it. Her husband waited for her to bail. Instead she took off her short shorts and removed her thong and handed them to Danny. The burley guy was freaking out. Danny was freaking out. Jennifer calmly laid back on the table with her tummy and cunt exposed.
"Oh, I see we have a little problem. You said right above your ... umm ... pussy. I assumed you would be clean shaven down there. If we go above your bush it's going to be higher than it needs to be to look right. I have a razor and shave cream. I can clean that up a bit for you.
The burley man was shaking inside. Was she going to see through his little ruse. Would her husband beat the shit out of him? He felt himself choking as he began to think he had gone too far.
"Or, I can bring you the razor and shave cream and you can shave yourself in the bathroom."
It was way to silent. The burley man was about to bust a nut if his heart didn't stop first. This beautiful woman was going to cause him to have to later fuck one of the women artist. They were both sluts. Either of them would suck him for ten. Fuck him for twenty.
"Uh no. You do it!"
"Jennifer, no! Hell no!" Her husband was losing it.
"Sorry, Honey. Your rules. I'm just following them."
The burley man was back in a few minutes with a towel, a pan of warm water, and the razor and shave cream.
"Do your want me to keep my legs together or open them a little bit?"
"Why would she ask that?" The burley man was thinking. "Must be fucking with her husband. I'm not stupid enough to say no to her spreading her legs a little."
"Sure," He responded hoping to get a view into her cunt.
Jennifer adjusted her butt on the table and opened for him until her knees were about two feet apart. She looked to her husband to see a scowl on his face.
"Damn! Was she really doing that?" He thought. "Why is she doing that?" His mind reeling, his gut in a knot.
Then came the touch. The burley man shook the can and put some shave cream in his hand. Deftly he covered her mound and moved his hand around enough the angered husband could see the look on his wife's face change as the man nudged her clit. He way to carefully took his time shaving right to her slit. Finished, he dried her mound with a towel and ran a bare hand across the smooth skin.
"That makes a smooth work surface. Looks a little funny though. Want me to shave the rest?"
