Second part of my fun with Tracey and four big black hunks

I replied back to her telling her that she knew very well that she was extremely attractive and that I would be struggling to fight for the guys attention with her looking this way.

Since her divorce from her ex-husband, I’m so pleased she has begun to feel desirable again. Her confidence is growing and I love seeing it.

I had slipped on some of the new lingerie that Mike had bought me. Opting for the dark tan, almost copper coloured stockings with a nice seam running up the back. I popped my red panty and bra on and a matching suspender belt held the stockings in place.

A short black skirt over the top with a black blouse on top topped off my outfit.

I also had applied my new red lipstick and I also curled my hair ever so slightly leaving it down from my usual ponytail or pigtails. Wanting a slightly different look for the evening.

My silver anklet on my right leg underneath my stockings, I hoped would give any unlockers a clue to the fact that I was a shared slutwife.

Whilst getting showered, Tracey and I had removed the two temporary tattoos that we had applied that morning as they had come off quite quickly in the wash.

We had replaced them with other ones, this time on Tracey’s ankle a small all Black Bull symbol with the words ‘yes please’ underneath it and rather than applying a tattoo on the small of her back she placed the word ‘whore’ on her left tit.

My ankle also had another small tattoo placed on it, replacing the Queen of Spades one, this time the word ‘slut’ in Germanic gothic writing was emblazoned across my ankle.

If my anklet didn’t give me away then anyone who saw that through my stockings and was able to read it would know what I was.

The small of my back had a further tattoo applied, replacing the words ‘married cumslut’ from earlier with the words ‘fuck me harder’.

Once again we giggled and laughed as we had applied them to each other knowing how dirty it would look to anyone seeing them.

Some nice perfume and a quick check in the mirror had us setting off to meet the guys downstairs in the bar where we had arranged to meet them.

I sent another text message to my husband saying that we were heading off for something to eat to which he replied saying that he and Ryan were still out and planning going back home to get a curry. Ryan was asking what Tracy and I were going to be eating. I replied back teasingly saying something delicious and meaty.

The guys were already downstairs in the bar all four of them looking dashingly handsome in crisp suits and white shirts. Four stunning big, black men. Two father and son combinations who Tracey and I knew would be playing with us hard again that evening.

The bar and restaurant was relatively busy with other customers, the mixture of family gatherings, couples and clearly a few business people travelling as well.

We were greeted in turn with a little peck on the cheek from each of the men telling us that we looked stunning as we ordered some drinks before being shown to a table in the restaurant.

Tracey and I were shown to our seats gallantly by Trevor and Clive, ever the gentlemen.

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