Adultery Life After We by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Suddenly Jen had second thoughts. She wanted it, both because she'd always wanted a tattoo, AND because Mike had always been against her getting one. Mike was out of her life now, the tattoo would be a symbol of a new beginning.

But a tattoo was permanent. What if she didn't like it next week, or next month?

"Um, do you have a smaller one?" she asked Davis.

"Why? This one is perfect," he said with an expert's critical eye.

"I know but ..."

People always had second thoughts with their first tattoos (the tat virgins). Davis knew how to handle the situation. He pulled another design out of the book and put it on Jen's lower back. "How about this one?" he suggested. "It's smaller, so you can get used to it." He used his finger to trace along the edges of the design. "If you like it, I can add to it later so it looks like the other one."

"Oh yeah," Jen said studying the design. She was so intent on studying the tattoo she barely noticed Davis practically caressing her ass. "Okay, let's do it."

"You sure?" Davis said. He rubbed his thumb over her lower back. Right now her skin was lightly tanned, soft and smooth, no blemishes at all. When he was done they'd be a jet black tribal design here, it would be permanent, she'd be marked there forever.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Jen said. Mike had clearly moved on, he was with Jasmine now. She needed to move on too. "Let's do it," she said looking determined.

"Hold on," Davis said with a laugh. He gave her ass a playful pat. "Getting inked is painful." He pulled a bottle of vodka from a freezer. "Maybe you want some of this." He poured 2 fingers of icy vodka into a glass.

Jen eyed the glass. She could definitely use a drink. And she didn't look forward to the pain of getting inked. She took the glass and downed the vodka. She pushed the glass back to Davis.

"Another one?" he asked with a laugh. Seeing her nod, he poured another glass, 3 fingers this time.

Jen downed it again. "Let's do it," she said, feeling tipsy now. She wanted to start before she chickened out. She leaned her elbows on the table, her tight curvy ass sticking out.

"Okay," Davis said. He knew she was half way drunk. He'd love to see more of her sexy body.

He pulled her blouse up a couple more inches. Then he pulled her skirt down. Her ass came into view. Her black lacy thong was wedged in between her firm ass cheeks. Davis felt himself getting hard.

As Davis pulled her skirt down lower, Jen said "Davis?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't be a jerk, okay?"

Davis chuckled at the rebuke. He stopped trying to pull her skirt off. He used a clean cloth and disinfectant to prepare Jen's skin. He reached for his tools (he was anal about cleaning and sanitizing them). He dipped a needle into a bottle of jet black ink. Then, using the stencil, he injected the jet black ink into Jen's smooth, flawless white skin.

Jen grimaced as the needle punctured her white skin with permanent, jet black ink. "Are you okay?" Davis asked.

"Yeah," Jen said gripping the edge of the table top.

Davis nodded, and continued to ink Jen's lower back.

Jen stood up after he was done, fixing her clothes. Davis held up a small round container. "Moisturizer," he said. "You should apply some a few times a day. Here, let me." He turned Jen around so her back was to him. "You don't want to wear tight clothes for a few days." He unzipped Jen's skirt and pulled it down so it was below her new tat. Then he rubbed the lotion of her new tribal tramp stamp.

His hands continued lower to her ass. He cupped and squeezed her ass cheeks. He was impressed. Curvy and feminine, but tight without a hint of jiggle. His cock was hard.

Jen stepped away from his hands. Turning to face him, she asked "How much do I owe you?"

"Want another one?" Davis said picking up the vodka.

"Sure," Jen said with a shrug. Her new tat ached, more vodka would dull the pain.

Davis poured her another vodka. Jen sipped it this time.

Davis was sitting while Jen was standing. He reached out and stroked the back of her leg, behind her knee. "There are a lot of ways to pay," he said caressing her leg.

Jen stepped away from his hand again. "I'd like to pay the normal way," she said.

Davis gave her a "you can't blame a guy for trying" grin. He looked at her ringless left hand. The last time she was here she was wearing both wedding and engagement rings. "You got divorced?" he asked. "So what was the tat, a fuck you to your ex-husband?"

"Something like that," Jen said with a shrug. "A new beginning for me too."

"Sex with a black man is a great 'fuck you' to an ex-husband," Davis said with a grin.

"I'll think about it," Jen said with a laugh.

Davis laughed back. "300 bucks," he said.

Jen took 300 dollars from her purse and handed it to him. She gave Davis a smile over her shoulder as she left.

Frankie called later that week, when she was back in New York City. He wanted to get together. Jen reluctantly agreed. She wasn't sure what she was doing with him. She had no future with him, she knew that. She liked him and their sex was okay, but she'd become less interested in casual sex. Maybe she was growing up.

"So let me see your new tat," Frankie said grinning at her. Jen gave him an indulgent smile. She turned around, undoing her jeans and pulling them down a little. Then she raised her blouse.

Drums liked what he saw. He'd rather she got a bigger tattoo, but the jet black tribal bulls eye right above her perfect ass looked fucking sexy. He caressed her there, and then his hands moved to her ass. He kissed over the tattoo as he fondled her ass cheeks. He was hard, he wanted to fuck her doggy style so he could look at her new tramp stamp as he rammed her hot pussy.

"No Frankie," Jen said pulling away. She fixed her clothes.

"What?" Drums asked, not understanding what was going on. When they got together he fucked her. That was his right, she was his. Why was she saying no?

"I think we should stop seeing each other," Jen told him.

Drums mouth opened in shock. "What?"

"I like you," she said affectionately brushing her hand across his cheek. "But I think it's time to stop. We can still be friends."

"Friends?" he said incredulously. Indignation and anger flared in him. "Friends? I'm not your friend Jen. I'm your man. You belong to me."

"I don't belong to you Frankie," she said frowning at him.

"What's this about?" Drums derided. "Is this about that asshole lawyer you've been slutting around with? What, you think I didn't know about him?"

Jen glared at him. "I think you should leave."

"You don't fucking tell me when to leave!" he yelled angrily. "Who else have you been fucking Jen? God you're such a cheating slut!"

Jen's anger boiled over. "I'm a cheat?" she hissed. "You don't think I don't know about you and Maggie?"

Jen's revelation seemed to take the wind out of Frankie's sails. He put out his hands conciliatorily. "She doesn't mean anything to me," he said in a calmer voice.

"Frankie, I don't care who you sleep with," Jen said, tired of all of this. Tired of him. What happened to no drama?

Frankie moved closer and pulled her into his arms. "Come on Jen, let's work this out. We're good for each other. We love each other. I'm Anna's father for god's sake."

Jen had had enough. She pulled away and said "I don't love you Frankie." Then she said "You're not Anna's father." She was only telling Frankie part of the truth. She'd been with Joe that one time, and he was most likely sterile. But she was angry, she wanted Frankie gone.

Frankie's eyes bulged out in shock. Furious anger covered his face. "You cheap whore!" he growled. "You cheating slut!"

Jen angrily narrowed her eyes. "You don't get it, do you Frankie?" she said tauntingly. "I cheat on everyone."

Drums reared back and slapped Jen hard across her face. The blow threw her across the room. It took her long moments to recover. When she finally did she glared at him. "Get out!" she hissed. She pulled a can of pepper spray from her purse. "Get out or I swear I'll hurt you!"