How [m]y wi[f]e got her slutty tattoo

My wife is quite non controversial in her personal style. No excessive makeup, wild hairstyle, or eccentric clothing. Only one piercing on each ear, no tattoos, and no plans to get any.

Once or twice in conversation the “if you were forced to get a tattoo, what would you get?” topic had come up and we’d joke around. She usually said she’d get something small tucked behind her ear so her hair would cover it.

One day after some kinkier play she turned a new question on me. “If you could give me a tattoo, what would it be?” I sat quiet for a moment. I figured she was teasing, but there was a sliver of seriousness in her tone. She quickly added: “Would it be ‘spank me’ tatted on my ass?” Then she smiled.

She was right that I do love spanking her and when she begs to be spanked. I replied “No, because your ass is too perfect to have a tattoo on it.” She kissed me and the moment passed.

But a few weeks later after another round of kinky fun, she asked the question again. This time she followed the question with “I really want to know.”

I didn’t know if she was just trying to role play a bit or if she was serious.

“Something naughty right above your pussy,” I answered.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because then it can’t be seen when you wear a bikini, but as soon as you’re naked it’s clear you’re a slut.”

I didn’t know if I had gone too far. Everything I said was true and turned me on, but I’d never really thought about it before.

My wife’s eyes lit up. “I’d love to get one then. You can choose what it is.” I could tell she was into this, but I couldn’t tell if she was serious. “You’re bad.” I whispered and then fucked her hard. We both fell asleep.

The next morning as we had breakfast my wife mentioned that she had made an appointment with a tattoo artist. “You were serious?” I said.

“Yes, I’d like to do this for you,” she replied.

Thinking things through, I asked her what type of tattoo she wanted to get.

“Whatever you want. And I don’t want to know ahead of time. I just want to give my body to you.”

I got rock hard.

About a week later it was the day of the appointment. As we waited at the shop, I could tell my wife was nervous. “You sure about this?” I asked. “Yes, absolutely” she replied. “I’m just excited to find out what you’ve picked.”

She sat down in the chair and I showed Dave, the artist, what I was thinking. It couldn’t have been more straightforward. An elegant script font with the phrase “NeosporinForYou’s Slut” would be permanently inked above my wife’s pussy.

Dave mocked up the design, confirmed it with me, and then my wife lifted up her dress to let Dave prepare the area. It was clear she was soaking wet.

After Dave was done, he told my wife to look in a mirror he held. For the first time she saw her tattoo. Her eyes lit up. “I love it!” she exclaimed. “You know you better live up to your tattoo?” I replied playfully. “Oh I will,” she said. “Good. You can start by letting Dave take a picture of your pussy to put on his wall of work.” Dave had Polaroids taped to the wall showing past clients tattoos.

My wife smiled and nodded to Dave who snapped the pic.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tzmn06/how_my_wife_got_her_slutty_tattoo