by JAX

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Slut Wife, Exhibitionism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: I'd been thinking about getting a tattoo for some time, nothing big or fancy, perhaps a small heart on my upper arm

I'd been thinking about getting a tattoo for some time, nothing big or fancy, perhaps a small heart on my upper arm. There was this parlour near where my wife and I lived and I would often stop and look in the window as see the wonderful works of art displayed there.

It was my day off and I was looking forward to a nice quite day. I put my coat on and decided a pub lunch was in order after all my hard work I had put in over the last few weeks. As usual, I stopped outside the Tattoo parlour when the door opened.

"Hi, there," he said.

He looked just like an exile from a motorcycle gang, big with large tattooed arms and even a multi coloured scarf around his head.

"Hi," I replied, "bit slow today?"

"Yep, but I don't mind," he said with a smile. "Why don't you come in and have look at my wall of fame?"

I hesitated for a second then nodded, my pub lunch could wait.

"If I can I take a picture of each work," he explained waving at the wall covered with hundreds of Polaroid pictures.

"This one is great," I said tapping a picture of a mermaid, her breasts bare and her long hair flowing.

"Yeah, but look at this one," he pointed.

It was a picture of nice naked breast with a small tattoo of a horse just above the nipple.

"You'll be surprised where the ladies want their tattoos these days," he said with a laugh.

"Nice work if you can get it," I said joining in with his laughter.

"Oh, I did this one the other day," he said pointing at another square of cardboard.

It didn't look much, just a small blue butterfly.

"It's where I did it," he explained when he saw my face. "Right up here."

He pointed to the top of his own inner thigh.

"She wanted as high as I could get it," he explained. "Tasty she was, too."

I noticed his face went a little vague as he was obviously remembering that day.

"Fancy a cup of tea?" he asked unexpectantly, "I put the kettle on earlier."

"Sure," I replied while still studying his wall of photographs.

"God, she was a cracker," he mused. "Came in a few weeks ago and wanted this butterfly right up in her groin. Well, I can tell you I was all for it. Fucking great legs she had. Anyway, she took her jeans off and sat down right here."

He tapped a large leather chair.

"Fucking great legs," he said again. "well, I can tell you my hand shook a bit, not a good thing for an artist like me. Anyway, she spread her legs wide and I went to work. I couldn't help it you see, she wanted it so high up that my knuckles keep rubbing her panties, then I could smell it."

"Smell it," I said.

"Yeah, she was getting excited, you know?" he said.

"Shit," I said. "So what happened?"

"Well, I just about finished the outline when I asked what colours she wanted," he said. "My hands were still touching her upper thighs and I may have been rubbing her just a little more than was necessary, you know."

I nodded but didn't say anything.

"Well she grabs my head and pulls me closer and starts to kiss me," he said, "You know, all sloppy like."

"Shit," I said.

"We did it right here," he said slapping the leather chair again. "She couldn't wait to go back there."

He nodded to a curtained-off section.

"While I ripped her panties off, she lifted her top and bra," he said. "Nice tits she had, too. The we did it, fucked like rabbits."

"No shit," I said.

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