The Tattooist 's Horn

To begin with, I'll give you a few details about my dear wife. She's 33 years old, dark, thin, with medium breasts, a nice bundle to pick up, a very plump pussy that's super nice to suck and has a very nice moan. A real lady. My name is Paulo and my wife is Janaína. I've always wanted my wife to feel pleasure with another man, to be free, and since the beginning of our relationship I've left that open to her. She's always been very reserved, she's always denied my stimuli, but little by little she's been letting go a little more, because relationships over time need a little spice to sustain them. I have a tattoo artist friend named Junior who I contacted to try a provocative tattoo on my wife's groin. Of course I'm not silly, and I wanted to take the opportunity to try to spice things up. I called Junior and I was very specific that I wanted the tattoo, but that I had the desire to see my wife feeling another human warmth in her. He was single and had nothing to lose, he liked my fantasies and immediately I showed him some tempting pictures of my passion. He liked everything, he showed me his sexual instrument, which by the way was very sharp and beautiful. Finally we marked the tattoo, The day before I paid for Janaína's hair removal, I paid for an artificial tan and I went to the store to buy a very sexy and transparent lingerie, so that he could during the tattoo go see the curves of my beloved wife. On the day of the tattoo, she put on a cropped and a pair of tight trousers. We arrived at the studio and we were greeted with a good tequila to suck a few teaspoons with her, seeing that the tattooist already knew of my desires. I decided to stop to drink a little and talk a little random subjects, until the drink began to make a little effect and we went to the tattoo. At the moment he requested that she remove the part of the trousers, because as it was a tattoo on the groin, there would be no way to do with it. I thought for a moment that she would not be wearing the lingerie that I had composed, but she was. A transparent pair of trousers all flavored well showing the big bucket and I liked that she could be well sucked and that leaves me with water in my mouth. At that time I was still trying to suck a few teaspoons without my wife. I decided to stop to drink a little and talk a little random subjects, until the drink began to make a little effect and we went to the tattoo. At the moment he asked me to remove the part of the trousers, because as it was a tattoo on the groin, there would be no way to do with it. - Is it time you took that love deal ? She looked at me and said: Oh, yes, my love, since you're so eager to be a gentle horn. I was making love to her and after about five minutes of the bastard sucking my wife's pussy, I felt her having spasms and contracted all over his tongue. That's when he got up and pulled his roll out and got right near my wife's face and also mine that was nearby. She didn't think twice, grabbed me by the neck and pulled my face next to her the direction of his hard roll. We ended up exchanging kisses and sucking his dick together. Hour by hour kissing, hour by hour sucking his dick together and hour by hour one sucking his bag and another with his dick in his mouth. His dick pulsed and sometimes even a little melody came out, that we ended up playing with him in the middle of the kisses. She asked me: - How do you like it , cutie ? I just said yes , and that 's what Junior said: - Can I put that spike on your wife , you horny one ? I said: - It's up to her. She simply lifted her legs and opened her mouth wide as an affirmation and the bastard was already beating with his dick on her mouth. She moaned and held my cock that in this situation was already exploding with the desire to joke like a good gentle horn. Until Junior began to penetrate my wife's cock, this was the first she had taken after many years of taking only my cock. She moaned, felt every inch of his cock entering her, which by the way was bigger than mine. My cock was dripping with so much desire only to see it being literally from my friend's food. What's worse is that the bastard of Junior started to humiliate himself too. He took the stick inside her lovely mouth and sent me a kiss to their lovely sex mommy. I was like a good gentle horn, and he began to kiss Jana and I said to her: - Suck his fuckin' dick, my new man. He punched his dick back into her and I was sucking on her tasty ice cream, which made her feel even more horny being sucked and penetrated at once. He's fucking with me. He kept saying: Didn't you keep asking me to eat your wife's horn? That's when he told me to go to bed and she'd be in a 69 with me, and I obeyed as my duty, and after that, I started sucking, and when I saw that his dick was already on the door of his bathtub, and every time he punched me, I could feel his sack passing over my face, and that's when she yelled, - Oh, fuck me, I'm going to make fun of you. He pumped like a hungry animal and her pussy was dripping with hard-on, that's when he said he was going to fill her up with milk and that's not what the bastard really did. He held her in his waist and just felt him pump with will and his scrotal sac just pulsating. That's when he took the fuck out of her pussy and told me to clean it all up. She also said: I'll make fun of you again, now in your mouth. I just obeyed, and I sucked on that jar full of Junior's shit, and there was milk flowing in my mouth mixed with the taste of a well-fed jar, and when I was almost all clean, she said: - I'm making fun of you again, my little horn. By that time I'd already made fun of her without even touching my dick, and she didn't even have a reaction to sucking me because she couldn't think of anything at the time of the fuck other than the hard-on she was feeling with that cocksucker punching her hard. We got up, and I finished wiping her little bedside with a damp cloth, and I called her to leave, but she didn't want to come. She wanted to stay a little longer, but I'll tell you the rest of this story soon. Below are three pictures of my wife and one picture of the lousy tattoo artist.