It started out with a drunken dare. Steph was out with her girlfriends for an end-of-week drink. They always did this on a Friday night. They enjoyed each other’s company and had a lot of fun. None of them were looking for any action so they kept to themselves but had a good time anyway.
This particular evening Steph was venting about Phil, her husband. He was a kind-hearted man who loved Steph to death. He was always buying her little gifts or flowers. He was a considerate lover and always worried that he was hurting her.
This was what Steph was venting about. His penis was tiny, only about three or four inches when fully erect. Steph’s girlfriends laughed when she described it. So did she.
Not only that but he had never made her cum. She always faked orgasm and Phil was proud that she was satisfied. Nothing was further from the truth.
Steph loved Phil but was fed up with her sex life. He was also very plain in the bedroom. There was no adventure. He liked the missionary position. The most ‘out there’ he got was when Steph climbed on top. She loved to sit there and have Phil play with her tits.
They were magnificent. Steph was a 38 EE. Now this might seem like a cliché but they really were a EE. They hung down whenever she was on top. Phil seemed to like that.
They were an average couple. They had been married for over twenty years without kids. Neither worried about that so it wasn’t a problem. Steph was worried that she had put on too much weight over the years but Phil loved her body. She was by no means fat, but her body had a ‘lived in’ look. She looked so much better than any other fifty year old woman it wasn’t funny.
Her girlfriends were always commenting on how good she looked. She liked the fact that they did this; Phil never seemed to compliment her any more. That, coupled with his tiny dick and vanilla sex, was enough to have Steph annoyed. That was why she was venting.
One of her girlfriends challenged her to do something about it. Steph asked what she should do. The suggestion was that she should do something he would hate. The discussion centred on either a body piercing or a tattoo, two things Phil hated.
Steph was tipsy enough to actually think about it. The girls egged her on and she finally relented and promised that she would do something. With that the talk moved on to other things that five middle-aged woman talked about when having a few wines.
The following Friday, Steph’s friends got together and decided to dare her to get a tattoo. One of them had a small heart tattooed onto her butt and thought Steph could do the same. The parlour where she had hers done was nearby and she had tentatively made a booking for Steph for that night. The girls thought that if she had enough to drink she might actually do it.
When Steph finally arrived she was in a foul mood.