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Blackmailing my wife into a Tattoo
By: nonono69@hotmail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~nonono69

I've been married for 5 years and it's getting worse every day. My wife
use to be so attentive, now she comes home from work, drinks a little, then
goes over to her girlfriends house. Her girlfriend is married to my boss
so I can't complain a whole lot. One night I decided to follow my wife and
see why she's been staying out so late. I followed her to my boss's house
and watched her go inside. My boss was away in Boston and wouldn't be back
for a couple of weeks. I sat in my car for about 30 minutes waiting for my
wife and her girlfriend to come out. They had changed clothes and were
dressed in really short tight skirts and tight form fitting blouses. I
followed them to a bar on the other side of town, which has the rep of
being a lesbian hangout. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched my wife
go into the bar holding hands with my boss's wife. I waited about 5
minutes then decided I might need some evidence so I raced home, got my
video camera and returned to the bar.

I was gone for about 40 minutes. I put the camera in my duffel bag and
headed into the bar. It was a large place and the lighting was very dim. I
didn't see my wife or her girlfriend anywhere but I knew they were still
there because their car was still out front. I picked a booth, which was
sorta hidden and watched to see what was happening. Finally, my wife and
her girlfriend came out with two other girls and a black guy. They all sat
down in a booth together and began drinking very heavily. I set the duffel
bag on the table, opened it until the camera lens was clear and began
taping. When I looked up to see what I was taping, my wife was being
smothered with kisses from my boss's wife on one side and the black guy on
the other. I watched and taped the action as they all got very drunk.

She was kissing my wife pretty hard while the black guy was playing with
her legs. I stayed around for about 30 more minutes taping the action and
then headed home. Now I knew why my sex life had all but died. My wife
was a Lesbian. I waited up for her and she finally got home around 3 hours
later. She was again dressed in the clothes she had been wearing when she
left our home. I asked her how her night had been and she just said fine
and went upstairs to bed. I followed her, did my nightly routine and got
into bed. I tried to snuggle up to her, but she turned over and said to
just leave her alone.

That did it. Tomorrow I would figure out a way to make her pay. After
she left for work the next morning, I called in sick and watched the movie
I had taken the night before. As I watched it I just got madder and
madder. After a while I turned on the computer and started looking at her
list of recent Internet activity. Most of the sites had to do with lesbian
porn, while some sites had hot pictures of white girls with black guys.
One picture popped up that made me laugh. It showed a girl with a shaved
pussy and right above her pussy lips were the words: Slut for Black COCK...
Then I thought about it, and decided this would make a great gift for my
wife. I remembered the tape and put my plan into action. I went out every
night my wife did for the next 5 nights hoping they would return to the Lez
bar. They finally showed up there and I took as much video that night as
possible. I had a lot of footage of my boss's wife kissing, feeling, and
playing with my wife. I rushed back to my house, edited the tape and
waited for my wife to come home. When she did, I again asked about her
night. Normal response, OK, then she started for the bedroom. I told her
to come into the living room for a second, as I had something I wanted to
show her.

I started the tape and her mouth dropped. She started yelling at me for
following her, and telling me that this was none of my business, etc. I
told her to shut up and sit down. I then told her my boss had asked me to
hire a detective because he knew his wife was going out on him. He just
wanted taped proof to use in court. His wife was a high society girl, and
sat on the boards of a few of the local charities. My wife asked what was
going to happen now. I said she had one of two choices, the first was I
would give the tape to my boss and all hell would break loose. The second
first I would keep the tape secret, and I would tell my boss the detective
hadn't caught his wife doing anything she shouldn't have. My wife thought
for a second then asked what was the catch? I told her in detail what the
catch was. The first catch was she couldn't tell her girlfriend anything,
because she might somehow let it slip to her husband about the tape. The
second was, she would have to be my slave for 30 days. For these 30 days,
she would have to do everything I asked, with no objections. The first
'no' in any form, would mean the tape would go to my boss and copies to all
her friends. This would ruin both of them in the local community. Her
girlfriend would be divorced, penniless, and homeless. My wife started
cussing and screaming at me, so I just picked up the phone and started
dialing a number. She asked who I was calling, and I said my Boss, I have
something for him.

She told me to hang up the phone, and I did. She said, OK I will be
your slave for 30 days but after that we are done and I want all copies of
that tape. I agreed right away and I told her, her 30 days started right
away. I sent her upstairs and told her to wait for further instructions.
When we got our bedroom I had her undress me and then herself. I threw her
on the bed, and with no foreplay, I rammed my dick all the way home and
fucked her silly for a good 30 minutes. I then made her clean off my dick
with her mouth, which was something she had never done. She fought it for
a second but I told her, remember our deal...

The next morning my wife left the house early while I was still in bed.
I knew she was leaving but it worked right into my plans. I got dressed,
hopped into my car and headed for the seedy part of town. I found a little
tattoo shop, parked and went inside. The guy running the joint looked like
he was about 300 pounds. I opened my wallet and pulled out a picture of
the tattoo I saw on the Internet. The guy laughs, and said, wish I had
done that one. I looked him in the eye and said, can you do one just like
it for me. He gets a serious look on his face and says I'll do this one
for free. I told him that tonight at 8pm I would return with my wife and I
want her tattooed with the same words in the exactly the same place: Slut
for Black COCK..

As I left I wasn't sure the guy believed I was serious, but my mind was
made up. My wife would be here tonight. When my wife got home around 4:30
I told her to go take a bath and stay in the tub till I came in. She
didn't say a word, she just went to the bathroom and I heard the water
running. I walked in and she was lying in the tub washing her body. I let
her finish, then I let most the water out but stopped while there was about
3 inches of water left. I told her to lay back and close her eyes. I
slipped a blindfold over her eyes and told her not to move. I proceeded to
lather up her cunt and with my razor I started to shave her clean. My wife
started complaining, saying she will look like a little kid, but I told her
to just shut up and lay still. After about 10 minutes I had her cunt as
smooth as a baby's butt. I told her to get out, and get dressed in the
clothes on the bed. I had chosen a really short skirt, thigh high
stockings, a nice short sweater, and a red pair of heals. My wife started
dressing and headed over to her chest of drawers to get some under things.
I told her to get back to the bed and finish dressing. All you get to wear
is what is on the bed. She said she couldn't go out like this, the skirt
was way too short. I said, do I always have to mention the tape? You have
29 more days to be my slut, so you had better get used to being a good
slave. She finished dressing and we walked out to the car. I took her to
my favorite bar, and as we walked inside I told her we would get something
to eat while we were there.

I ordered her a double white Russian and told her to start drinking. By
the time our food arrived she had finished two drinks, and was working on a
third. We ate and continued drinking for another hour. By this time, she
had drank 5 large double white Russians and I could tell she was feeling no
pain. I paid the bill and we moved from our table to the barstools. I
order her another white Russian, and then another. I made her drink each
of them within five minutes of getting them. After her 7th she started to
put her head down on the bar, so I know she was getting really drunk.

I paid the bill, and she tried to get up but with the heels on, and as
drunk as she was, she was having a hard time walking. I helped her up and
out to the car. I drove around for a while as we had 30 minutes before I
needed to be at the tattoo shop. My wife was so wasted that she had slid
down in the seat and had fallen asleep. At the tattoo shop I sort of
pulled/dragged my wife out of the car. She sort of came to, but wasn't
fighting me at all. We went inside and when she looked around she realized
we were in a tattoo parlor. She wanted to know why we were there and I
told her I was getting her a nice rose tattoo for her pussy. She said NO
WAY. Fine, let's go home. In fact, lets go straight over to my boss's
house and have a talk with him. She lowered her head, called me a bastard,
and then didn't say a word.

The heavyset owner comes from the back and said so this is the girl who
is to get that fine tattoo. I said yes, the rose will look great on her.
The owner gave me a funny look but didn't say a word. He asked us to
follow him back and then had my wife get up on a table with her feet in the
stirrups. I told my wife to lay back and close her eyes. She did, and I
pulled a blindfold out of my pocket and put it on her. Do not more and do
not remove the blindfold. Do you understand? Yes... Then the owner
picked up a walkman and put the headphones over my wife's head. He told
her, this usually helps with the first tattoo, and he turned it up loud and
said we can talk freely now, she wouldn't be able to hear a thing.

I told him I wanted a really great tattoo, very colorful, and very big.
No problem he said. He walked over and started to take off my wife's
skirt. She popped up and said no way. I pulled her back down, screamed for
her to shut up and remember our deal.

She lay back down and the guy finished removing her skirt. She was
naked below the waist, and her freshly shaved pussy looked great. He said
very, very nice, I will enjoy this. He then grabbed some markers and
started drawing just above my wife's cunt slit. After about 5 minutes he
had the drawing complete, in three different colors, 'Slut loves BLACK
COCK'. I checked it out and said that wasn't exactly what I told you I
wanted earlier today. He said yea, but it states what you want better
doesn't it?

I thought about it for a second, then said true, proceed.

In letters 3 inches high, he started inking in the tattoo. You know,
revenge is sweet sometimes..............................

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