An evening out

Abbey spent part of the afternoon thinking about how best to use the tattoos before she applied them to her body. She put the queen of spades tattoo on her hip just above her thigh and applied a tribal-like pattern to one breast. She then wiped them with the little wipe Anthony had told her about. It would take the shine off the fake tattoo to make them look more genuine, and it would help it stay for longer.

By the time George got home, Abbey was excited. She had decided she wanted to dive into this and suspected George would readily agree. She was dressed in a white short skirt and a pink tube top. It was obvious to George the moment he stepped inside that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Hello,” he said, looking her up and down. Abbey’s nipples hardened at his hungry stare. “And what is this outfit for?”

Abbey smiled. “We’re going out,” she told him. He raised an eyebrow in questioning. “Well, I thought we could go and have a bite to eat at a pub before you show me this adult store.”

George started, “You serious?

She smiled and licked her lips, “Don’t you want to see a hard black cock pursed between my red lips?” she asked.

George opened the door again and held his arm out. They went to a nearby pub for a simple meal and a couple of drinks. Abbey ordered cocktails to help bolster her nerves. She really wanted to try this but was feeling butterflies. As they ate, George was pointing out the men who were checking her out, and she felt her nipples harden with each mention.

They were there for an hour and a half before Abbey said. “Are you ready to continue our night?”

George was quick to agree, and they left. George drove them to the adult store he had mentioned, and they walked inside.

It was Friday night, and there were a few people there. Abbey and George were the only white people. George bought some tokens, and Abbey watched as several of the men craned their neck into the hallway to see which booth they took. She gave them a nervous wave before George led her into a booth.

Abbey’s heart was pounding as the door closed, and George asked. “Are you sure about this?” Abbey smiled and grabbed the bottom of her tube top, pulling it over her head to free her tits. “Oh my God, Abbey, is that real?” George asked. His hands went straight to her breast with the new tattoo and groped her. His touch was electric.

“Just wait,” Abbey said as she slid her thumbs into her skirt and pulled it down.

George stood wide-eyed and started at the little spade on her hip, so close to her cunt. “Oh my God. I just want to fuck you right now.” His wife was wearing only panties and high heels in an adult booth. Ready to play with strange cock.

Abbey giggled, “Well, you will have to wait your turn, now put some coins in and let’s see if anyone sticks their cock through that hole.”