A few months ago I told my wife I wanted to get a tattoo, nothing big but something-unique etc. She just laughed at the idea and sluffed it off. After several weeks of bringing it up I thought I would turn the wheel on her by mentioning that she should get one too. Again she just laughed it off. Finally I got her to believe that I was serious. I made up a neat little tattoo on our computer. It's a small black dagger with a symbol or our family crest behind it. It's pretty basic but just the right amount of detail for a tattoo. She gave in and told me I could get it done if I could find a very very good artist to do the work. We checked around for a while and found a guy that had a good reputation. We went to see his shop, it wasn't anything special but he had pictures of his work all over the walls and in big portfolios. It was all great stuff. In the end, I got the tattoo. It took me a while longer but I managed to talk my wife into the same one in the same place. And this is where the fun part all started.

When we went back to get my wife's tattoo done, she was a little squeamish so we had her do a couple of shots and let her walk around for a while to calm down. That's when she started looking through another portfolio that was in the back of the shop. It was full of people with tattoos in or on parts of their bodies where nobody generally sees. To my surprise see started to show me a few that she liked that were kind of erotic. Soon after, she was in the chair and I watched as she was branded with the matching artwork that was on my own neck just below the right ear. Amazing work, you could never tell the two apart!

After more than a week of her complaining about how sore her neck was she started to drop little hints here and there to see if I thought any of those exotic tattoos were interesting. I played along for a while and to my amazement, she was really turned on by the thought of a tattoo in a private place. So who was I to spoil the idea? You guessed it, I was all for it! We talked about what would be cool. We talked about where it would be. The butt was out of it immediately (she hates her butt). I love her tits, they are nothing huge but at 34b and still winning the battle over gravity, I voted a big no for anything on her tits or nipples. And her nipples are beautifully round with a distinct edge around them about an inch and a quarter in diameter, just to nice to cover up. She saw my point of view and agreed. That left one place and in my honest opinion, the best place to have the work done, her crotch. I love to see her in tiny bikini's so the design needed to be small so it would be hidden under the type of bikini bottoms she would wear in public. We started working with dragons and other "tongue" types of things. Nothing seemed new or neat and we couldn't find anything likeable until, we saw a Taz commercial. That was it, a Tasmanian Devil was it! Back to the computer we went searching for anything we could find. In the end we came up with a cool looking Taz man with a small twister behind him while he was reaching down below his feet with one open hand to grab at something. I took the original back to the tattoo shop to see if it was do-able. The answer was yes but since the pubic area has allot of bone under it, it may take a couple of visits due to the pain of the needle etc. I went home with the info and the instructions for preparation.

When we went back to get the work started, it was late in the day and nobody was in the shop. These types of tattoos were only done after hours in case someone walked in etc. and to my wife, that made the humiliation just a little better to bear (she was having second thoughts about letting a stranger do this type of work while he was staring at her crotch). When our tattoo artist was ready to start, my wife took a deep breath and stripped off her dress (that was one of the things we had to have due to the sore pelvic bone when we were done). There she was, nude except for her bra (a nice black lace one too). I actually got a little turned on seeing her standing in front of this guy nude. She got up onto the table and laid back with her legs spread wide open. What a sight! The first thing done was a quick test by the tattoo'ist, he ran his fingers over her freshly shaved crotch feeling her pubic bone. He told us that it was going to hurt because she didn't have much fat between her skin and the bone. This was her last chance to stop. We both said go. Then he pulled out a small bottle of Novocain and used a Que-tip to apply a small amount to the area that would have the tattoo. He waited a minute then started to do the work. My wife had her eyes closed and didn't move. He was working pretty quickly considering the small area he had to work in. The minutes started to lengthen but with every dab of the cloth I could see more and more of the Taz man coming to life. After about ten or fifteen minutes I realized that my wife's crotch was wet and her lips were extremely swollen and spread open. She was dripping wet with cum! Now it was getting interesting. A few more minutes later he was done with all he roughing except the hand reaching down. He asked how she was doing and she told him she was fine. She could handle more work. My only thought was ya right! Roughing in the hand was an entirely new project of it's own. It took him a while to get the hand just right but when he was done, the hand was perfect! It was reaching down to grab the top of her clit between a thumb and index finger. And at this point her pussy was so swollen it looked like he was getting her off (Taz man). We took a break and my wife got up and walked around to relax a little. She looked awesome standing there. The tattoo looked great just being roughed in without color too. She then decided to have the coloring finished because the pain was ok. Almost an hour later the coloring was done and she had cum running down her butt onto the table. She wiped herself off, got up and slipped her dress back on. We paid the bill and promised to come back when the swelling was gone so they could take a picture for their portfolio.

On the way home I couldn't help but tell her how great she looked when she was on the table with her legs spread open for this guy and how turned on I was (and probably the tattoo'ist) when she started to get dripping wet. She just laughed at told me that she came at least a dozen times but was surprised when I told her that she was dripping wet. She thought the wetness from the tattoo ink. From that point on, she was extremely embarrassed knowing that we had seen her flood the table after she got off so many times.

A couple of weeks went by and the soreness went away. We were having fun with our new tattoo and decided it was time to go back and have the picture taken. The day that we did, she made sure to shave extra close and didn't wear any underwear. We walked into the shop and went to the back table for a quick picture or two for the portfolio. She hiked her skirt up to her bellybutton and hoped up onto the table lying back on her elbows. When they were ready for the picture, she spread open her legs to expose her perfectly shaved crotch and dripping wet pussy. The pictures turned out perfect! Taz man reaching down to pinch a perfect, pink, wet and swollen pussy ready for some attention!

(Oh to be a tattoo artist...Jayne xx)