Tim patted the chair as if to encourage Beth to hop on so he could begin. Beth eased herself into the chair. It resembled something out of the dentist’s office, but with leg holds that swung out sideways to allow the tattooist easier access to his subjects. It was a little ominous looking, with ankle and wrist straps. Tim casually explained that they were there for people who enjoyed a little rough treatment during some of the procedures. Tim briefly described how the procedure worked and asked if she had any questions before he began. Beth lifted her butt up off the leather chair so she could pull up her skirt to expose the area where Tim would leave his permanent mark. With the exception of the medical staff during her pregnancy, this was the first time since Beth and I had been together that her cunt had been exposed to another man. I could see from the look on her face that she was a little nervous. It was one thing to be spread eagle during delivery, but this moment was a lot more sexual in nature – after all, a doctor is a medical professional that is used to certain anatomy and a tattooist is, well, an artist. I’m sure she was still a little turned on from my shaving job. Tim paused briefly – obviously taking in the view before him. Beth had what I call a ‘Penthouse Pussy’ – the kind of cunt that should be shown off, or at least photographed. Her lips were delicate and slightly pink…very inviting. They were long and soft to the touch. Her clit was in perfect alignment, covered by a fleshy hood, creating a very welcoming sight. I often complimented her on how it looked and explained that was why I loved to bury my face between her legs as often as possible.
Tim traced the design we had given him on her exposed flesh. Beth tensed slightly at the feeling of his hand and pen so close to her slit. He picked up his ink gun and offered her one last chance to change her mind. Beth said she was fine and told him to go ahead. I zoomed in with the video camera to get a close-up view of the whole process. As he traced around the outside of the tattoo, I could see that he had to rest his hand on the very edge of Beth’s clit. On occasion, his palm would just lightly brush over it and then move away. I knew that this delicate touching would be driving Beth crazy. Through the lens I could see her cunt was beginning to swell ever so slightly and she was slowly trying to improve the angle of her hips so that Tim’s hand was directly over her clit. Tim could sense what Beth was trying to do and looked back over his shoulder at me. I winked discreetly at him as if to say “Have fun”.
He took his time to trace the outline, stopping frequently to wipe away the excess ink. When he did this, he made sure that he wiped downward so that his hand would wipe the cool alcohol across Beth’s exposed clit. When Tim had finished outlining the design, he asked Beth if she wanted to have a quick look while he refilled his ink well. Beth looked down at her “Flaming Heart” and smiled at me. She lay back as Tim told her he was going to fill in the pattern. He said it would take about 20 minutes and to get comfortable as he began his work again. He mentioned that in order to get an even pattern he would have to brace his hand against her and apologized in advance. (Of course, I knew all along what was really going to happen). Tim rested his hand directly over Beth cunt. She jumped at first, but after about 5 seconds of this I could see she was loving every second of it. Tim slowly began to grind his hand against her. Beth’s cunt started to get moist and her pussy lips were slightly parted…as if to invite more touching. Then, without warning, Tim slid a finger into her slit. Beth’s head shot up off the chair at this and looked right at me. She hadn’t bargained for this and was thinking this teasing game was going a little further than she expected. I think she was waiting for me to say or do something, but I just grinned and kept on filming. I know Beth felt a little vulnerable at the time…after all there she was lying back in a chair with her legs spread wide open and a strange man fingering her cunt right in front of her husband. Beth had only had one lover before we were married, so this was a little unusual for her. Her sexual experiences had been fairly limited and although we often fantasized during sex about other partners, it never went further than talk. In fact, she admitted to me that she had never even fooled around with a man unless they had a lasting relationship.