How we made the tattoo

When the corresponding trend came, my wife and I thought about both piercings and tattoos. We decided to start with something fun but also maximally informative. I came up with the text quickly — "obedient slut." Natasha hesitated at first, thinking the inscription was too simple and would look primitive and vulgar, but I convinced her that if written in a gothic font, it would look mysterious and unclear from a distance, and when men looked closely and read it, anyone would get aroused by the meaning of the phrase.

I stopped by the tattoo parlor to talk to the "artist" and arrange the time and price. A guy and a girl worked at the salon.

I explained that I needed a small inscription done on my wife — on her pubic area. The guys assumed I would choose the female tattoo artist, but I said that if the girl isn't a lesbian, it would be more interesting for a man to do an intimate tattoo. They laughed, and the guy and I agreed on a time. He suggested writing out the text so he could prepare it in gothic font in advance. I wrote on a piece of paper in an arc "obedient," and below, on a shorter arc — "slut." The guy was very surprised, looked at me incredulously, and called over his partner. He showed her the text, and she also snorted in surprise. "Did you discuss this with your wife?" the guys clarified.

I told them that this phrase corresponds to my wife's worldview and the philosophy of our relationship, that we have sexual freedom for both in our family, that we came to this after reading Marquis de Sade and books like "Emmanuelle," "The Story of O," etc. Both the guy and the girl listened to me with great interest.

When we were getting ready on the appointed day, Natasha made me laugh by carefully, consulting with me, choosing panties. I told her she'd take them off immediately anyway, but she seriously suggested that if the artist was shy, he might do the tattoo just by pulling her panties down a bit. And, of course, she had done a full cream depilation in advance.

At the salon, the guy tattoo artist showed us the stencil (or whatever it's called) of the future inscription, double-checked with my wife if she really liked that exact phrase, and suggested she lie down on a special high couch. Natasha, not at all embarrassed by the guy and the girl, took off her dress (she wasn't wearing a bra) and lay down, dangling her legs.

The guy spread her legs, stood between them, and showed me, placing the stencil on her pubic area, exactly where the tattoo would be. He did it in a very chaste way, though, even down to her clitoris, pulling down the elastic of her panties. I laughed and suggested he take them off Natasha completely so they wouldn't interfere with his work.

"Can you take them off?" the guy asked, looking at Natasha sheepishly.

"You do whatever is necessary yourself," I answered for my wife, and joked, "Why ask a slut? Especially an obedient one?"

Natasha moved her legs and lifted them up so the guy could more easily pull her panties off. And when he took them off, she spread her legs as wide as possible to the sides, showing all the beauty of her crotch, and lowered them to the edges of the couch.

The tattoo artist began his work, and his partner offered me to have coffee with her in the next room so as not to disturb them.

To the buzzing of the tattoo machine behind the door, the girl and I drank coffee with cognac — "on the house," as she said, explaining that her partner really liked the unusual order and my wife, and he asked her to be extra nice to me. By the way, I finally learned that the girl's name was Yulia, the guy's name was Lyosha, and they "just worked together."

"And 'extra nice,' how's that?" I enjoyed looking at Yulia's beautiful, full lips. "Can I count on a blowjob?"

"Ugh, you pervert!" the girl even blushed. "Let your wife count on that from him — she's got quite a few dicks to service today!"

Then she seemed to realize she'd said too much and stopped.

"Go on, talk, don't be afraid!" I reassured Yulia. "I understand that Lyosha will definitely fuck Natasha."

"Just don't get mad, but it's not just Lyosha. He invited a couple of friends too, but asked me not to tell you yet. But since I've already spilled the beans..." Yulia looked at me questioningly. "You're not against it, are you?"

"Well, since my wife and I decided she's an obedient slut, what can we do?" I smiled to reassure Yulia. "Let Lyosha's friends fuck her too! With a tattoo like that, she'll have to give it to anyone who reads it anyway."

"But the inscription will be covered by panties," Yulia wondered. "Who will read it?"

"Knowing Natasha, I think she'll forget about panties altogether for the near future — just so more guys see the tattoo!"

While Yulia and I were chatting like this, the sound of the machine behind the door stopped, and muffled male voices were heard. Then Lyosha shouted for Yulia to come to him. She was gone for about 10 minutes, then she returned, and the door was locked from the other side.

"What's going on there?" I got a little worried.

"Everything's fine. I told the guys you don't mind, and they've already started. I even watched a little. Then they asked me to leave so they could lock up."

"Is this your first time seeing a gangbang live?"

"Well, yes. Only on video before."

"And? Did it turn you on?" I moved closer to Yulia on the couch and put my hand on her leg.

"A little," Yulia said, embarrassed, "not noticing" my hand.

"Yulia, let's get back to the beginning of the conversation," my hand had already moved up under her skirt to her crotch, and my fingers were already stroking her pussy through her panties. "My wife and I both just showered, so I'm clean. Will you take it in your mouth?"

Yulia silently nodded. I stood in front of her and pulled down my jeans and underwear. She sucked enthusiastically, apparently what she saw in the next room had really turned her on, but not very skillfully. So we spent at least 20 minutes. Coincidentally, just as I came and Yulia swallowed everything, and I was already putting my thoroughly licked cock back into my underwear, the sound of a lock turning in the door was heard.

Yulia got embarrassed and moved to the other end of the couch, and I managed to fasten my jeans when Lyosha peeked into the room.

"Dima, we're done. Come, accept the work!" he said and smirked, realizing the ambiguity of his phrase.

"I have no doubts about the quality," I joked back. "Yulia already told me you weren't working alone, but with 'assistants.'"

In the next room, there were no strangers left. Natasha put on her shoes, flashing her bare butt one last time, put on her dress, and we headed for the exit.

"Natasha, you forgot your panties," Lyosha picked them up from the chair and handed them to us.

"That's for you as a keepsake," Natasha waved it off. "A keepsake of the sexiest client!"

"And payment for the work," I added.

When we went outside, I immediately asked my wife how exactly everything went. She told me that besides Lyosha, there were four other guys, all fucked her in the pussy, and came in her mouth. And, as a "bonus" to the tattoo on her pubic area, they tattooed a small dot above her upper lip, explaining that it's the mark of a "waffler" (as such women are called in criminal slang), or simply a "sucker," as normal people say.

"And you there, poor thing, were you waiting for me with that Yulia?" Natasha asked me. "Were you bored?"

"No, we weren't bored. I managed to come in her mouth too."

"But Lyosha said she was off-limits, that she has a boyfriend. What a slut!" my wife exclaimed completely sincerely, who had just had five guys come in her mouth while her husband was in the next room...