Queen of Spades:Wife's New Tattoo

By Bobbi Love

Blair Bennett, a naive housewife, gets more than she bargains for when she shows up at a tattoo parlor on the seedy part of town and gets "accidentally" branded with the words QUEEN OF SPADES on her lower back.

To make matters worse, poor Blair soon attracts the attention of an older black man who lives in her condominium. He likes Blair's new tattoo quite a lot. He doesn't care that Blair is already married. A few skimpy bathing suits later, and Blair starts to explore dark urges which lead her to a new and exciting life as a true Queen of Spades.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bobbi Love
• Release date: Sep 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463690192

Bobbi Love

Hi, I'm Bobbi Love. Obviously, this is not my real name. This is only my fake name. Hm, what else? Well, I'm from Texas. I was born in 1985. I've always had a very dirty imagination, I suppose. I wrote my first "novel" when I was eleven years-old. (It was about a group of mermaids who started an all-girl band, ha ha.) But after that I sort of stopped writing. Then I went to an all-girl college in Texas. Now I'm married to one of the best guys in the world. Unfortunately, he has no idea what a dirty, depraved, messed-up woman he has on his hands. Ha ha. Well, I hope you guys enjoy my stories. Please feel free to leave comments, or suggestions, or reviews or whatever. KK, thx!

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Queen of Spades: Wife’s New Tattoo

Interracial, Cheating Wife, Cuckold Erotica

Copyright 2018 Bobbi Love

Published by Bobbi Love at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

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Part One

The tattoo parlor was part of an aging strip mall which included a pawn shop, a liquor store, a gun store, and a bail bondsman. Two bums standing over a shopping cart exchanged a glance as they saw the headlights approach from the main drag. It was getting dark.

Climbing out of her Mercedes-Benz, Blair Bennett’s stomach gave a heaving motion like an ocean swell. This was not the sort of neighborhood the young wife normally frequented. It was odd to not see a Starbucks on every corner. Clearly she was far away from the gentrified world of the luxury condominium she and her husband lived in. With her designer jeans, long silky blonde hair, and $600 handbag, she knew she stuck out like a sore thumb. But she'd already made up her mind. And the tattoo artist here was supposed to be one of the best in the area. Forcing herself to move, she reached for the door to the parlor, her heart thumping hard now.

A bell on the door jingled and a man with dyed black hair came out from the back.

Blair hesitated.

The man inside snorted a welcome, then gestured for Blair to follow him back and take a seat in his chair. As he emptied a coffeepot into a mug, Blair looked around, taking in the tattoo parlor's decor. To her chagrin, it wasn't the most hygienic place in the world. But the fact that there were no other customers both surprised her and made her feel better since she craved her privacy now.

So when we spoke on the phone, said the man, whose entire lanky body seemed to be covered in artwork, you said that you had a pretty good idea what sort of design you wanted. Correct?

Yes, said Blair, still clutching her handbag tightly. It's for my husband actually. It's his 50th birthday and I want to surprise him.

50th? the man said, raising his eyebrows curiously.

The pretty young woman smiled, blushing lightly. She wasn't Harold's first wife. She wasn't Harold's second wife. And more than once she'd been confused for Harold's daughter. Yes, my husband is older.

Then Blair stopped herself from adding that she'd grown up without a father and consequently always been attracted to older men. They called it having daddy issues. The fact that Harold was a partner at his law firm didn't hurt matters either. He already had two children with his first wife but they were teenagers now (not much younger than Blair) and he wanted more. Which was great. Because Blair had recently come down with a terminal case of baby fever.

Silently the man nodded, put the coffee back on the counter. He looked at Blair. So you want to surprise the old man with what exactly?

Now Blair started to nervously tug on a strand of her hair, a habit she'd had since her prep school days. I was thinking a rose with his name sort of wrapped around the stem. He always calls me his 'little rose.'

Blair blushed.

There was a long quietude as the man handed his customer a large plastic binder with hundreds of pages of artwork inside. Each design had its own corresponding number. Then he asked her, Have you ever been tattooed before?

Blair took the binder and grimaced slightly from the man's question. "Yes, I got one in college. A stupid thing, really. All the girls in my sorority did. I suppose that's what happens