Queen of spades wife tattoo11/11/2023 ![]() Not that Joan is ashamed or doesn't want anyone to know. If you don't want to tell me, then I'll quit badgering you." "As long as you know you're wrong, I guess it won't hurt to tell you. "I'm sorry to presume to know what you're intensions are. The tone of her voice suggested I should just submit, apologize and wait to see what happened next. You know you want to, or you wouldn't have brought it up in the first place." "Oh, so now you know my intensions, huh? I don't think you'll win this game going down that road." She was playing on my submissive side, which I wished she'd let my display more often. Or am I trying to trick you, who knows?" Now I had to know. ![]() So maybe I don't want to tell you for selfish reasons. If Joan is right and it does interest you, then you being interested would have to involve me. Only the result of me telling you the information might involve you, only if said information interests you. "Well, now you have to tell, because it involves me." She grinned, always ready to win any debate between us. She had a very playful look on her face, so I decided to play along. She thought it would turn you on too much and you'd want to try it." OK, now I was curious. "What did you find out?" I asked, not so much caring to know but to relieve her burden of the obviously juicy bit of gossip she could barely contain. "Well, my husband who I love, respect, and who I am 100% faithful to, would you like to kiss my Queen Of Spades Tattoo and change all that? Do you want to become my pussy-free, chaste, whiteboy cuckold?" I leaned forward, kissed her Queen Of Spades Tattoo and proclaimed to the woman I love and married "I Love Big Black Cocks," and sealed my fate.Ĭhapter 2 "I just found out something Joan told me that is unbelievable." My wife had that look on her face like someone who is just dying to tell something they know. If we were to mimic or incorporate the aspects of her friend's relationship, which is what I wanted and what I knew at that moment she wanted, then I'd be sealing my fate as a cuckold slave to my wife with a kiss. With her sitting on my chest proposing a deal that could or most likely would change our lives, kissing her tattoo would greatly empower her, giving her complete control over me. Or that she wouldn't be able to dish out what turns cuckolded men on like me. That I wouldn't enjoy the humiliati0n that sometimes comes with cuckolding. She expressed fears that I wouldn't be able to handle it and that I'd leave her. My wife was more into the idea than she led on at first. The more we learned about what went on in her friend's marriage, the more I wanted to explore the lifestyle with my wife. Ever since we discovered my wife's best friend was in an Interracial Cuckold Relationship I have been obsessed with the idea. If you are ready to be my cuckold and live your dream, all you have to do to begin this journey with me is kiss my Queen Of Spades Tattoo and say 'I Love Big Black Cocks!' If you decide to kiss my tattoo, you will have to follow my rules for at least this weekend, or maybe forever, who knows? If you don't want to kiss my tattoo, I have another great weekend planned for you, but it won't be as fun, I think." She was wasting her breath. I'm 100% ready to make our fantasy a reality. ![]() "I've arranged a most wonderful birthday weekend for you, but it will only be the greatest weekend of our lives if you're willing to be all in. ![]() She smiled, almost wickedly I thought, when she saw what she wanted. I also believe Black Men prefer it this way." She looked deeply at me to gage my reaction. I wanted the tattoo right above my white pussy where my pubic hair was. "Oh my God! You got a Queen Of Spades Tattoo!" "It's only a temp, but I can tell by your face and your reply that you're pleased." I replied, "You've shaved off all your pubic hair." "Yes. "Do you love it or what?" She asked knowing the answer. When she peeled her panties down to reveal what they were hiding, my heart began to race and my penis became instantly erect. I looked back into her smiling eyes, a bit confused. From the top of the waistline of the silky material I could see what looked like the tip of a black arrow. ![]() Look what I got for you on your special day." She had on a pair of panties and nothing else. Kiss My Queen Of Spades Tattoo Chapter 1 I awoke on my birthday to my wife sitting on my chest, looking down on me. ![]()
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