MY WIFE GETS A TATTOO

My wife asked me if she could have a tattoo. "I will 
feel and look so sexy. Right?" when I heard my rather 
conservative wife remark that, I made up my mind to get 
a tattoo for her. I looked up the yellow pages to find 
a nice tattoo parlor. Alas, there were only four names 
listed and when I called them one after another, I 
found out that they had closed down. I was 
disappointed. But fortune shone my way that evening in 
the gym locker room. 

I spotted a young black guy with a sexy tattoo of a 
spade on his inner thigh. I noticed it while sitting in 
the steam room. I must have been staring, because next 
I heard his chuckle, "Dude, wanna take a close look?" 

Indeed it was very misty because of all the steam 
inside and I did bend down on my knees to take a closer 
look. I was really engrossed in taking in the details 
when I realized that the dude's limp uncut cock was 
flexing and getting interested in me. I laughed out 
loud and got up, "Sorry mate, for sending the wrong 
signal... actually I was only interested in the tattoo 
you got there... I want one for my wife and wanted to 
know where you got it from." 

He laughed, "Oh that! And I thought you were a faggot 
or something. Actually my father tattooed it on me... 
he used to be a tattoo artist in his heydays but has 
retired now..." 

I perked up when he added, "But I can ask him if he is 
interested in making one for your wife..." 

I gave him my cell phone number in case his old man 
agreed. Later that night, he called me to say his 
father has agreed. Goodie, I almost screamed in joy and 
told my jubilant wife that she could get one too. 

Next day was Saturday and Chad, the black dude from the 
gym, confirmed that his father was free. We drove in 
frenzy and reached his father's house. His father was a 
wiry old black man with peppered crinkly hair and a 
slight stoop. He welcomed us in and took us to the 
tattoo studio. 

It was just as I had seen on TV – dark, full of 
sketches and pictures of tattoos and people who got 
tattooed by him. He asked my wife, if she had something 
in mind and when she drew a blank, he laughed and said, 
"Anyway, first you tell me where on your body do you 
want the tattoo and then I will show you some stuff." 

My wife smiled, looked at me, and pointed to her 
midriff, just below her naval, "Here. I want it here." 

Absentmindedly, he handed her an album of his works. My 
wife and I flipped through excitedly as page after page 
of sexy tattoos on different parts of people's midriff 
passed by. Halfway through the album my wife stopped at 
one tattoo... it said "großen schwarzen hahn, dies ist 
der weg zu meiner liebe tunnel... kommen sie in..." and 
just below it was an arrow pointing southwards. 

The tattoo was in a very sexy, very gothic style and 
really made you wonder what it meant. The wispy curls 
of a blond pussy were barely visible at the tip of the 
arrow. The old black man squinted his eyes and tried to 
read – "Oh this one...a blond once came in and asked 
for it...means something about how much I love you..." 

My wife said she would keep this aside as one option 
and flipped through more pages. We came across several 
intimate tattoos and although not a single face was 
visible in the pictures, the pictures were getting 
hotter and hotter. There were roses on meaty pussy 
lips, devils on plump buttocks, spears heading towards 
pussies and assholes; one even had some dribbling 
droplets tattooed to resemble a cream-pie. Just as she 
finished the album, Chad Sr. handed her another album, 
"This is a little more intimate but you better see this 
one too just in case you want one for your husband." 

There were tattooed cocks all over – names of lovers, 
spears, arrows, cocks (yeah, cocks tattooed on cocks), 
and all kinds of gothic stuff. I don't know about my 
wife but I was getting turned on with all the pictures 
of cocks and cunts. My wife was absorbed in the album, 
but I could see her ears getting red – a sure shot sign 
of her getting aroused. 

Chad Sr. had been sitting idle nursing a drink. In 
between albums, he offered us two drinks as well and 
indeed the drinks calmed us down, at least me, to say a 
bit. There were about 13 albums and my wife was so 
excited, she flipped through every single one. And Chad 
Sr. was good with refilling the drinks. Soon I was 
feeling no pain at all. And my wife had loosened her 
tightly-buttoned shirt a little bit. 

Once she was through with all the albums, my wife 
looked up with blood-shot eyes and smiled at me. Though 
she had forgotten all about selecting a few designs for 
herself. She had chosen one for me. "See this one 
darling," she showed me a picture, "Isn't this nice? 
Short and sweet... initials of your loved one." The 
picture was that of a black uncut cock with the words 
"VOA" visible slightly over its wrinkled skin. 

"Why don't you show your love for me by getting a 
tattoo of my initials?" 

"Err...but I thought we are here to get you a tattoo?" 
I mumbled. 

"Sure. I will get the one I chose already and you will 
get this... okay?" 

I nodded hesitatingly. Seeing my hesitation, Chad Sr. 
walked over to see her choice. Seeing the picture, he 
howled with amusement. "This one, that you chose, my 
dear, is a tattoo I did on myself by myself... for my 
late wife." 

My wife melted at the old black man's love for his late 
wife and looked at me accusingly. "Tell him," she asked 
him agitatedly, "To get one for me." 

"It's up to him to decide my dear...but I must tell you 
it's a bit painful...but when she saw the enlarged 
version, my wife became absolutely devoted to me..." 

"Enlarged? What do you mean, Chad?" my wife asked, 
curiosity twinkling in her big brown limpid pools of 
eyes. 

"Of course, honey, a dick gets big when it is aroused," 
he chuckled. 

"...ahem...I am sorry, I didn't mean to intrude but how 
different can it be from what it looks like without 
its... hardn... err... without being enlarged," I 
mumbled too. 

"It's not what it looks like at the first glance," Chad 
Sr. looked amused. 

"Show us," I was surprised to hear these words from my 
wife. 

Chad Sr. was surprised too but he obliged. He unzipped 
his zipper and pulled out his soft cock. The way he 
pulled it out, his black hairy balls also fell out 
through his zipper. His cock was jet black, and in the 
dim light it was difficult to make out the black 
tattoo. He was sitting on a lounge chair, so my wife 
had to really bend down on her knees to scrutinize the 
tattoo. 

Mixed feelings were swarming my head to see my 
beautiful wife of 10 years, one her knees in between 
the spread legs of a black old man as he flashed his 
uncut black cock to her – just a few inches away from 
her mouth. I saw my wife was hit by the smell of his 
old cock, the way she inhaled deeply. 

She turned her head this way and that way to have a 
good look but it was too dark. Chad Sr. was holding my 
wife's drink while she looked and both his hands were 
occupied, which is why it was not surprising when he 
said, "I'm sorry I can't do it for you as my hands are 
not free but if you turn it towards the window, you 
will get a better look." 

My wife, poker faced at the comment, picked up the old 
black man's cock with her fingertips. It must have been 
heavy because just the fingers were not strong enough 
to hold it up and it fell down like deflated thick 
salami. No choice, my wife had to hold it with her 
entire hand from the centre, ad its tip drooped down 
like a drunken man. His floppy black cock was not hard 
at all but it was pure meat – about eight inches long 
and four inches around. 

"Chad, it seems the same as the picture to me," my 
innocent wife exclaimed after inspecting his black 
equipment for a couple of minutes. 

Chad Sr. laughed, "Of course my dear. I did mention 
enlarged, didn't I? I am not a young man, you know, and 
I can't get it up easily anymore...not like I used 
to... so if you want to see the enlarged version, you 
gotta help me get it hard." 

"How?" my wife asked, and even I could have told her 
the answer but Chad Sr. responded before I did, "Come 
on, you are not a little girl! You know how to make a 
cock hard...stroke it, rub it, and caress it... 
whatever..." 

My wife looked at me and I nodded in encouragement, "Go 
on, and stroke the old man's cock. Let's see if he was 
merely fibbing or was saying the truth." Then I winked 
at Chad Sr. My wife started stroking Chad Sr.'s cock 
slowly, she rubbed it along its length and width but it 
didn't stir at all. "Sorry dear, maybe it'll help if 
you played with my balls a little bit," Chad Sr. 
snorted. 

My wife cupped his big black hairy balls in both her 
hands and squeezed them a bit, a moan escaped the old 
man's mouth but his cock remained limp. A few minutes 
later, it was the same. "Just...just give it a 
peck...just kiss its uncut tip with your lips and maybe 
it will wake up..." My wife puckered her mouth and 
planted a kiss on the wrinkled tip of Chad Sr. cock.

The cock didn't harden still but a dollop of clear 
liquid seeped out and smeared all over my wife's pouty 
lips. She licked her lips, rolled her eyes as if in 
ecstasy and give his cocks head another, fuller, longer 
kiss. This time, the cock flexed. My wife looked 
triumphant and gave it another kiss...her tongue 
flicked out and lapped at his cock. Her mouth was 
slightly parted and the purple head of his lengthening 
cock entered her wet mouth. She looked surprised and 
with the wide cock head still inside her mouth she 
turned to look at me. I feigned indifference. 

A few licks and cockhead sucks later, Chad Sr.'s cock 
was at full mast and it was impressive at 11 inches 
long and a really fat six inches wide. Then she 
exclaimed, "Oh my god, BL, come here look at this..." I 
bent down along my wife and saw. The VOA was now 
distinctly visible and it had enlarged to VERONICA. Oh 
fuck that was awesome. My wife, visibly aroused at 
handling a strange old man's cock with her hands and 
mouth, got up reluctantly. Chad Sr. sighed and said, 
"That felt good. It was in years that I had felt a 
mouth on my old cock...since my poor good wife died. 
What a pity it didn't last long enough for me to have a 
long forgotten release." 

"Oh my poor dear," my wife uttered sympathetically, and 
looked at me, "Maybe I could finish what I started?" 

It was more a statement than a question. She sat down 
dutifully and restarted what she had abandoned and this 
time it wasn't to inspect his tattoo. She peeled his 
full foreskin back and gobbled his fat cock in her 
slutty mouth. Slowly she started sucking him full time 
and I know – she has sucked me to many a fruitful 
releases – she is damn good at blowjobs. 

She was sucking his big black cock and slurping on the 
pre-cum he was brewing at an alarming speed. With one 
hand, she cupped and squeezed his old black balls to 
enhance his blowjob and with one hand she squeezed the 
root of his cock to keep his hardness and keep him from 
cumming too soon. 

"My dear man," Chad Sr. addressed me, "If you could 
help me hold these drinks, I could even enjoy a grope 
of your lovely wife's tits... have almost forgotten how 
they feel like under my hands." I quietly took the 
glasses from him and finished their drinks while he put 
his hands inside my wife's blouse and mauled her big 
creamy white breasts with his black hands. 

"Sweetie, you have seen my cock already... so do you 
mind if I see your breasts once... haven't seen them 
sugar dumplings for a long time," he muttered and my 
wife removed her blouse altogether. She was not wearing 
a bra and her big breasts spilled all over her chest 
and Chad Sr. was all over them in a big way – like a 
horny old man. 

A few minutes of mauling breasts and sucking cock 
passed by and Chad Sr. pulled his backside up and 
removed his trousers all together. Then he sighed, 
"Honey, now be a sweetheart and show me your 
pussy...haven't seen them love tunnels for a long time. 
I have almost forgotten what they look like." My wife 
cooed and raised her ass up, while continuing her 
sucking of Chad's big black meat. With the cock still 
in her mouth, she maneuvered and pulled her long skirt 
off her shapely legs. Then she got up, her panty 
covered pussy straight in Chad's face. "Go ahead and 
take them off yourself...if you feel like," she said, 
her voice dripping with lust. 

Chad Sr. stuck two black fingers in the either side of 
her white panties and pulled them off down to her 
ankles. Her puffy pussy lips glistening with pre-fuck 
juices. I was surprised to see that she had shaved her 
pussy bald in preparation for the tattoo and it looked 
like a fresh young muffin ready to be eaten. Which is 
exactly what Chad Sr. did. 

First he sniffed her pussy with flared black wide 
nostrils like a breeding bull sniffing a cow's pussy 
and then he tentatively licked her meaty pussy lips, 
all along her slick slit. She raised her heels and 
groaned in pleasure. She also thrust her pussy in 
Chad's face burying his big black nose in her pussy 
crack. He peeled her pussy lips apart with his fingers 
and started lapping up her tangy pussy juice like a 
thirsty traveler in desert. Even from a distance I 
could distinctly see her engorged clit, flailing like a 
miniature cock at his administrations. She was highly 
aroused especially because I never eat her pussy. 

Then Chad Sr. defied his age and picked my wife up like 
a rag doll in his big black arms. He hobbled (his pants 
were still lying at his ankles) to the day couch at the 
end of the studio and lay my wife there. Kicking his 
trousers completely off and pulling his shirt off too, 
he looked at my naked wife squirming her ass on his 
leather couch and said melodramatically, "It's ages 
since I felt a tight scorching pussy wrapped around my 
cock. Do you mind, my dear, if I make some honey inside 
your love tunnel?" 

I was shocked to hear my wife's response, "Go on, 
bastard. Fuck me with that big black cock of yours and 
make a baby in my tummy... fuck me... cum on you old 
stud." 

Chad Sr. looked at me for a fleeting glance and rubbed 
the purple head of his uncut cock at my wife's slick 
pussy. He rubbed it long enough to make my impatient 
and horny wife scream, "Stick it in...asshole, fuck 
me." 

He laughed lewdly and pushed his fat black cock in. It 
was so wet that it slid its extraordinarily fat cock 
inside easily. It was only halfway in, same depth as my 
full cock has reached ever, when my wife screamed in 
pain and pleasure, "Deeper, deeper... fuck me!" 

Chad Sr. obliged again and plunged the rest of his fat 
meat in my wife's sloshy pussy in one hard shove. His 
kinky grey pubic hair mashed into my wife's baby soft 
pussy mound and she shuddered in a long deep orgasm. 
Chad Sr. took his time in fucking my wife even as I 
stood by their side watching this erotic union of an 
old black tattoo artist and my wife. 

They fucked hard, my wife pushed up to each of his 
thrusts and Chad Sr. continued mauling my wife's 
breasts until they were bruised red. And finally after 
30 minutes of solid fucking – during which my wife came 
at least five times – Chad Sr. slumped all over my 
quivering wife – chest to chest – and emptied his big 
black balls deep inside my wife's fertile cunt. They 
lay there for at least ten panting minutes before Chad 
Sr. got up and pulled his still long black cock out of 
my wife's battered pussy. 

But she was still not done and gestured to me, "Your 
turn honey. Come here, my dear husband and have a got 
at your wife's freshly fucked pussy." When I started 
unzipping myself, she stopped me, "Oh no, not with 
that, darling, after my pussy has been stretched so 
wide by such a manly cock, your dick won't feel a 
thing...so I want you to make love to my pussy with 
your mouth... cum on, sweetie..." 

I moved towards her pussy like a bee towards flower... 
and in similar fashion I sucked all the nectar from her 
cream pied pussy – her sweet pussy juice as well as 
Chad Sr.'s bitter stale sperm. 

Of course, Chad Sr. gave her a tattoo that she wanted 
for free. But only after he had fucked her a few more 
times – once when she went for a sketch, once when he 
wanted to finalize the area of tattoo and once before 
the tattoo was done and once after the tattoo was done 
and of course there were the monthly visits to check 
the tattoo for any unwanted growths or infection. And 
each time she went there, with me in a tow, there just 
happened to be one or more of Chad Sr.'s friends or 
clients around who also helped themselves with my 
wife's growing oral and vaginal talents. 

They never bothered to clean up. After all what was I 
there for?