Tattooed Wife Novels & Stories

Massimo took her out of the room, and my wife looked at me with doubts. "What did you mean?" "A custom we adopted, one that few know about, is that we have specific tattoos to indicate when someone is a problem: the tattoo they'll give her is of a doll with sewn lips, a clear sign that she won't be able to keep her damn mouth shut." "How did you even associate with that woman?" "Because she was looking for something I gave her easily, but now that I have to work a bit for it... I don't need anything else in life."

The office heating was turned up high, yet I felt as if I fell into an ice cellar. I could never mistake the NG tattoo on that woman's waist. It was inked on our second anniversary. Gwendolyn Sanders made me angry back then, and she got that tattoo just to placate me. "Darling, our names are tied together now." "From now on, I'm yours. We'll never be separated." The anonymous post continued to reply to comments. [I wonder when my idiot husband will finish selling his shares and wire the money over. I'm booking a themed hotel room so my lover and I can spend the night together. He even prepared a whole drawer of condoms, we're using every single one tonight.]

“Do you think your wife could stomach it. I’d like to see what her reaction would be. What does she do when she sees your scars?” Vivienne’s question angers me, “Ellie made me laugh. She said that she believed I had an embarrassing tattoo, and that is why I was self-conscious. She is the only woman that I have let see them since you screamed. Ellie doesn’t care about them.” “You’ve had laser treatment since then. I’m sure they are better. I was the one with you while you recovered.” “You were in my bed with my best friend! You didn’t help me. I called you every day, and all you talked about was money.”

He looked like he was barely holding himself together, like he needed this as badly as I did. I reached between us and rubbed my clit in frantic circles. The third orgasm built fast, sharp, unstoppable. My walls fluttered around his thick cock as it hit that perfect spot over and over. Just as the peak crashed over me—body tightening, pleasure ripping through every nerve—my eyes dropped to his open shirt. Black ink. An intricate, coiling dragon spread across the left side of his chest, right below the collarbone. My husband hated tattoos. He had told me once, early in our marriage, with cold finality. He would never.

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

We looked so much alike it was terrifying. “What… What is this? Why… Why are we dressed the same?” I asked no one in particular. Even to how our hair was styled, our shoes, our poses. Even… Even the scar. I remembered that when we first got married, Julian had persuaded me to get a tattoo. It was at the back of my neck. I was deathly afraid of getting a tattoo but he assured me that it was a small one, and that he found it attractive. So I got it. After I did, he changed towards me. He became even more loving, and I was glad I got the tattoo. But this woman… This woman had the same tattoo as me. She had the same everything as me!

" Confusion showed on the woman's look. "Hope you aren't making a mistake?" she asked again. I nodded my eyes on her. "Yeah, I'm very sure," I insisted. "My wife has a tattoo on her leg, and she's a light-skinned person, not dark-skinned. Jemima, too, is light-skinned." I practically begged the lady to see my point, my words tumbling out too fast.

“Packing.” His jaw tightened. “We’re not going anywhere.” “I am,” she replied quietly. The room seemed to shrink. “You can’t just leave,” Lucas said. She finally turned to him. “I’m not disappearing. I’m choosing space.” “For what?” he demanded. “So I don’t forget who I was before I became someone you tolerate,” she said. The words hit harder than accusation. “You’re my wife,” Lucas said sharply. “You don’t get to make decisions like this alone.”

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"