I had stayed at home when my wife had gone into town shopping. When she came home she looked at me with a mischievous expression, I looked at her quizzically and she sat down raising her skirt to the top of her stockings and showed me a fresh tattoo on her thigh. I said wow; we’d talked about her getting a tattoo before, but never went through with it. Then she said never mind that one, what about this one. Raising her skirt even higher she showed me another tattoo above her newly shaven bush. But it was’nt the tattoo that caught my eye, it was the swelling around her pussy. I thought it must have been from the tattoo, but sex was on my mind and I kissed her on the lips. Then my mouth went down to her pussy, I love giving her head and I started kissing and licking at her poorly bruised vulva and dipped my tongue into her. What I tasted shocked me, it was the salty taste of a mans sperm and we had’nt had sex for a few days so I knew it was’nt mine. Then I began to realise the dimensions on who ever had fucked her must have been gigantic as the swelling was massive and her cunt was puffed out and gapping hugely and I could see massive amount of creamy white spunk inside her. I looked up at her and she just smiled down at me, we had fantasised about her being fucked by someone else, but that’s all it was.
I was immensely turned out, my nudger was like a piece of rock and I just plunged it into her. She moaned but it was’nt because of my insertion, but because of how sore she was. I came very quickly and then kissed her. I told her to tell me everything, better still to write it down.
Wilbur and I have talked about me getting a tattoo for a while, even almost got one done on Blackpool years ago, but I bottled out at the last minute. Then on this occasion I had been shopping and I passed this tattoo parlour and curiosity go the better of me and I walked in for a look around. The proprietor was there and he asked me if there was anything I fancied, looking at him, he was a right hunk, I was’nt sure what he was referring to. I asked him how much they cost. So he went on told me that it depended on size and what inks he used, the more expensive ones were better because they did’nt fade. He then asked me where I would want it, again I looked at him for innuendos but he just smiled. I told him I would’nt want it where anyone could see. He told me to step through and have a look at some of his work; explaining that the pictures on the wall were just that and the one he wanted to show me were actual photographs of people. So he followed me through to the room where he did the actual tattoos. On the walls were eight by ten colour photographs of men and women that he had practised his art on, some of the images were spectacular and it made me want one more and more, I knew Wilbur would love it if I surprised him. Layne poured a glass of wine for us both and told me to sit down, the chair was well padded and very comfortable. He asked what I would like and I told him I love animals and birds, a bird then he said, what’s your favourite. I told him how about tiny wren, ok he said and looked deep into my eyes and asked where. I blushed and raised my skirt up to the top of my stockings and pointed to the top of my thigh, I was so embarrassed. I could’nt speak. I washed his hands, prepared the inks and my thigh, stroking and kneading my leg, he told me I had beautiful legs and I told him, my husband thought so too. He just looked at me and smirked.