The Markings of a QoS Hotwife

As told to me by a husband residing in Austin, TX . . .

My wife has a Queen of Spades tattoo on her left breast. It is the genuine mark of a hotwife. Her black lover made her get it to cement their past week’s relationship bonding. For my wife, it was to show the world and me that she was fully accepting her stance of becoming a hotwife; there would be no going back for her. For me, it was to show that I had finally achieved cuckold status in my marriage.

This is nothing short of a dream come true. You have no idea how long I’ve desired for this moment to occur. Whether it was ever going to become a reality for me was an understatement I’d borne for a long time. That was until I met the woman who then became my wife.

I am in my mid-forties. I have a great job and make a high-paying income; I have my own home, I have travelled to various countries in the world, have involved myself in various sporting activities, and even dabbled in stuff that the average man would think twice about partaking, like hiking up half of the world’s dangerous mountains. For everything I have achieved, I’m basically a softie in bed. This was the prognosis of my previous girlfriends, who broke up with me and settled for dudes with a more mundane lifestyle than mine. 

It took a long time for me to acknowledge my submissive mindset in the bedroom. Usually, at the workplace, I am a titan than when I’m with a woman. Then I am putty and feel the need to be domesticated and dominated by her. 

Where could I possibly encounter a woman with such demeanour who wouldn’t be embarrassed to put me in my place? I would give her whatever she desired and ensure that I didn’t hold back from loving her completely. 

I signed up with various dating sites and began the long journey of screening various women who might be interested in dabbling in such an experimental type of dating. There were numerous hopefuls, plenty of turn-downs, until I encountered Debbie, the woman I ended up marrying.

Every wife who desires to become a hotwife to her husband deserves such a mark; every cuck husband who desires to have a hotwife in his home should ensure his wife bears such a tattoo on her figure.

Debbie had been married before. Her husband had instigated her to have an open relationship with another couple. Debbie enjoyed the relationship, which ended up souring her marriage to the very end. She was sceptical initially when I presented the idea of wanting her to make a cuckold of me. According to her, she didn’t want to repeat the same mistake with her previous marriage. I assured her such wouldn’t be the case. 

Debbi was dating a black lover on the side; nothing serious, just someone to scratch each other’s itch when they wanted it. She introduced us, and I watched them fuck and clean her pussy afterwards. That was my first time attempting that, and I enjoyed it so much that I was eager to do it whenever they got together again.

Debbi soon realised how dedicated I was to becoming a true cuck to her. That strengthened our bond, and after several more sexual encounters of inviting me to watch her take one, two, and sometimes four black cocks in one night and then letting me clean her cum-filled pussy, including the cocks of the black men who fucked her, she agreed to accept my engagement ring. Within weeks later, we got married and have been together since.

Debbie loves being a hotwife. She knew from the onset she had her Queen of Spades tattoos–one on her butt and the other on her breasts–no black man would think of her as irresistible in bed.

My wife does have another Queen of Spades tattoo on her butt; I went with her to the tattoo shop with her black bull, who chose which ass cheek to have it done; I ended up paying for it, as was required of me.

I consider myself lucky to have met Debbi. I have shared our story with numerous husbands, some of whom find it gruelling hard to convince their wives to indulge in this lifestyle. I do pity some of them, as I know I was one-in-a-million lucky to have met Debbi at a point in my life when I’d nearly given up hope of ever finding a good woman like her. Most often, it’s easy for men to want to give up on this lifestyle, especially when they aren’t seeing any progressive results. 

I’ve met some men who have become sissies and regularly advertise their talent to any would-be hotwife seeking a white-boy servant to have as part of her roster. Many of them became desperate and considered this their only means of finding someone who’d ingratiate them into a lifetime of servitude. Others who are married are looking for that rare stimulus that would unlock their wives’ mental, break down her sexual stonewall, and propel her towards picking up an interest in wanting to date other men. There isn’t a surefire trick to make such happen, not even a blue/red pill to undo her obstinate resolve. If anyone out there has a winner formula, I would dare them to share it with the general public so others can learn.

Debbie loves being a hotwife. She knew from the onset she had her Queen of Spades tattoos–one on her butt and the other on her breasts–no black man would think of her as irresistible in bed. Every wife who desires to become a hotwife to her husband deserves such a mark; every cuck husband who desires to have a hotwife in his home should ensure his wife bears such a tattoo on her figure. Likewise, for any Black Dom who’s got a hotwife locked under Black-Ownership contract, it’s only natural he marks her with such a tattoo as a symbol of who she belongs to henceforth.

CONCLUSION:

Weeks ago, Debbi and I spent a week’s holiday in Las Vegas. I left her for a while and went out for a walk along the Strip. There were plenty of gorgeous people milling about, but what caught my eye was when I saw a blonde middle-aged woman in a summer dress with her locked around a black man. I smiled when I realised the Queen of Spades tattoo adorned her backside. Was she married to the black man, or was her husband lurking around? I had no idea, and it was unfortunate I couldn’t find out. But she looked happy standing beside her man, so my guess was that her husband, wherever he was, wouldn’t mind.