The morning began about the same as yesterday - I woke up without Dasha, whom I discovered with a phallus in the ass in the bathroom. Dasha was already sweating, but didn’t slow down while developing her ass. Such perseverance and hard work caused me admiration. I ran for another dildo and, after a couple of minutes, Dasha was already developing both holes at the same time, screaming from pleasure. In the meantime, I filmed everything that happens on the camera for the home archive.

We had breakfast the remnants of yesterday's pizza and drank all the coffee. After that, traditionally, I bought Dasha in the shower and spent all the necessary procedures with my wife's pussy for a week. While we waited for the necessary minutes there, we had the opportunity to discuss plans for the day. And Dasha surprised me again.

- And how do you feel about tattoos? She asked.

I smiled. Well, it was already commonplace - all the girls who seized upon decorating their bodies ran in the very first rows to make themselves a “butterfly” over their ass. Therefore, I asked smiling:

- Do you want a "butterfly" over the ass?

“Nah,” Dasha drawled in a contented tone and reached for my laptop. Ta-a-a-k-s, something told me that I know what I was talking about. And indeed, Dasha showed me a photo from my family archive, where my little wife stood in a pose with cancer and above her ass she had an inscription - “Fuck here” and an arrow to a narrow hole in the ass.

- Well, you understand that this is just a lipstick inscription? - I asked. Dasha nodded affirmatively.

- And would it have brought you, love? - Dasha asked.

I thought. Gosh, yes! It would lead me! I sometimes liked to paint the body of my legitimate wife with lipstick with all sorts of words in the spirit of “whore”, “fuck here” and so on, and then fuck her like the last slut.

“Yes, I would have, very much,” I answered calmly.

“Then I want such a tattoo for myself,” said my little wife for a week. - But temporary, for a couple of weeks, I guess.

I thought. It smacked of vulgarity a bit already, but here I received an MMS from my wife - a completely drenched face with sperm next to the huge Viti device. I felt some jealousy and envy. I again remembered that my dick would be smaller than Vitiny, and that my wife is now just making fun of me.

- Note! I exclaimed, not wanting to remain indebted to my wife.

No sooner said than done. We phoned several salons in the city and stopped at the one in which we were recorded for the near future. On the phone, we were recommended a tattoo with henna - it lasted for about two weeks and hardly required any care, except on the first day.

I put on Dasha the shortest skirt found among the things of my little wife, we did not need panties, and we went. Dasha all the way with pleasure showed me her golden ring in her pussy, forcing her to distract herself from driving. We almost missed the red light a couple of times, and I severely threatened Dasha with my finger. She burst into a ringing laugh, but still closed her legs.

In the tattoo parlor, we were greeted by a small girl-administrator, whose body was covered with tattoos, probably fifty percent. I explained in my ear what we specifically wanted, the girl smiled and led us to a separate room for such cases. The master turned out to be a young guy who at first was stunned by the sight of Dasha, and then by what we wanted.

Dasha sat down on the couch and lifted her skirt.Masters nearly missed Kondraty when he saw a bare ass with seductive forms. I sat down next to the chair and watched with bated breath as millimeter by millimeter over the ass of my beloved a cherished henna inscription appeared. After the inscription was applied, blushing and confusing the words, the master explained to us what to do with the tattoo so that it would not be smeared. I took a close-up photo of Dasha's ass and sent an MMS to my faithful wife.

Then the master covered the tattoo with the so-called "diaper" and said today not to touch it at all, if possible. Then he sighed heavily and let us go. While we were driving home, Dasha was pretty much singing something under her breath, wagging her hips in time with her song.

On the way home we stopped at a gas station - the fuel in the tank approached zero, plus, I wanted to eat something harmful and completely unhealthy. While the whole gas station was watching, with bated breath, as Dasha, wagging her ass, goes with me by the hand to the cafeteria, the car was taken over by the staff of the gas station.

I ordered us two servings of pasta and a cup of coffee. Sometimes at the petrol stations one could come across very bad-looking makaroshka with meat and sauce, bearing the proud name of pasta. Absorbing dinner, Dasha giggled pretty, looking at me. Apparently, she was impressed by the reaction and the masters to her ass, and the reaction of all the men at the gas station, who with envious eyes accompanied my passion.

- Did you see their eyes? - Dasha whispered to me, not hiding her excitement. I nodded back to her - for a long time I had not seen so many bulging eyes in one place.

“I want you,” Dasha went on, slightly spreading her legs. And even though I did not see from the table what was happening there, but I knew perfectly well what it looked like. Therefore, taking out the phone, I took a few photos under the table and turned out to be right - the view there was simply gorgeous!

Having sent an MMS to my little wife that we are no worse than Vitya, I took Dasha to a car that didn’t shine so clean, probably since the beginning of this spring.

After returning home, we removed the "diaper" from the tattoo, and while I was smearing the inscription with oil, I wanted to check the correctness of the instructions written on my beloved ass. Dasha gladly gave me her narrow hole for testing.

I put a little cream on the hole, and already without a condom I entered the greased ass. Dasha moaned with excitement. I took out a member and admired how a pink hole remained open for a couple of seconds, and then shrank, hiding from me all its beauty. I reached up to the toy box for another phallus so that Dasha did not miss, and together we began to squander two holes at the same time.

A narrow partition made it possible to feel the entire structure and form of the phallus, which was part of Dashin's pussy. Not wanting to endure anymore, I violently finished in the narrow hole of my beloved and disconnected.