‘Slut wife’

As Sarah held up the t-shirt to look at, she read the bold black print in two lines of Slut Wife. “I suppose I am,” she admitted to herself.

Chantelle smiled, “Not yet, but we will work on it.” Sarah quietly moaned at the thought. “Richard, honey, can you please get a jug of warm water so we can to one shot of the shirt dry, and then another of the shirt wet and see-through, maybe also a towel.”

Richard quickly left the room to grab the water as Chantelle stepped closer as Sarah donned the shirt. “Now dear, we have several shirts, and they get a little more explicit in what they say. When you wear them for Ethan take not of what he likes and what he doesn’t, it will help for the future. Oh, and does he like tattoos?” The shirt was tight and close to see through even without the water.

Sarah thought for a moment, “I’m not sure, he never mentioned them before, but he also seemed to get rather excited when I was fucking myself with a black dildo, so I don’t know.”

“Hmmm,” Chantell thought for a moment, “Well we have a range of temporary tattoos that we are releasing. But obviously, you can’t model them until Ethan knows that you are modelling for us. So I am going to give you some, they all have meanings, and on the back of each, it explains what they mean. If Ethan likes any of them let us know and we will do a promo shoot of them, and who knows, maybe, one day, you will have a lovely black spade tattoo.” Just then Richard returned with the jug and a towel.

Sarah followed Chantelle’s requests for posing as she took some photo’s, then she instructed Richard to wet the top. The stretched white fabric almost disappeared, leaving the black words of ‘Slut wife’ clearly visible across her cleavage.”

The process was followed for the other shirts one by one. Black cocks only, Fertile sub slut, Whore. After they went through all the shirts Richard had in his bag Chantelle paused and turned around. After some rummaging in the bag behind her, she pulled out another shirt and handed it to Sarah. “This one is not for a shoot today. You will know when to wear it until then, put it away.” She said before kissing Sarah. Sarah responded to the kiss, her tongue delving into the black woman’s mouth. God how she wanted to fuck this woman, be fucked by this woman, to look down and see her looking up at Sarah as she ate her cunt.

After several moments of making out, Sarah stepped back and held the shirt up to see what was written across it.