Editor's Note: "Who Dat Girl?" is the story about our recent trip to New Orleans. In the first three parts, husband and wife — David and Tia — get frisky on the plane to New Orleans and attract the attention of two hot co-eds. The four decide to check out the French Quarter together, and after an evening of getting to know each other, they all head back to the hotel to get to know each other even better. When the two girls go off to explore New Orleans and see a brother, David and Tia head back to the Quarter looking for more fun.
Who Dat Girl? - Part 4
David gently entered Tia from behind. She was already wet, having recently watched David take Erin the same way and then receiving a quick tongue-lashing from Erin's partner, Danielle, before the two dashed off for a scheduled tour of the Louisiana swamps.
Erin loved to be taken this way. On her side with her knees drawn up, her husband molded his body to hers. His long hard cock extended between her legs and filled the void within her body. She marveled at the intricate design of male and female and how they fit perfectly together, like puzzle pieces, completing each other.
David's thrusts were slow and deliberate, which is just how she wanted it right now. It gave her a chance to relive the wild activity of the night before in which she had her first lesbian experience and watched as her husband had intercourse with two women that they had only met that day.
Their sex life was good, but this was a whole new level.
Just the thought of watching him make passionate love to Erin drove Tia to the edge, and David sensed she was close to cuming. He increased the pace of his thrusts, loving the feel of his wife's buttocks slapping against his groin.
Tia let out a groan and slipped her hand between her legs to circle her clit. She parted her knees to gain greater access to her sex.
David's hands were mauling her breasts, just the way she liked. He used them like handles to pull himself deeper into her.
She arched her back and thrust her ass against him as the orgasm took her. She convulsed and her body jerked back and forth as she cried out.
David had never been able to contain himself when Tia started to cum. The mere thought of her reaching orgasm was enough to send him over the edge too, and his semen leapt from his body, filling her cavity with white milky liquid that coated his softening cock as he continued to ease in and out of her.
"Ohhhh!" she sighed. "That was perfect."
He wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in his strong embrace as his penis began to shrivel until it slipped from her gaping hole. A rivulet of sperm leaked from her orifice and onto her leg.
They lay that way for a while, dozing in and out of sleep, completely relaxed and sated.
"You know what the most erotic part of our time with Erin and Danielle was?" Tia asked. David jolted awake from his mini-nap, somehow managing to pick up on Tia's question, even though he was half-asleep.
"No, what?" he replied.
"Listening to you comfort and reassure Erin," she said. "She is such a damaged young woman. She has only known abusive men, and to hear you reassure her that there are good men out there ... men she can trust ... men who care about her ... that was such a turn on. Your compassion for another person, someone who is hurting so much, is one of the many reasons I love you so much."
David was both surprised and deeply touched by his wife's words. He had simply reacted to Erin's story of abuse the way he thought any human being should act, but he had to admit that there were all too many people who cared only about themselves and had little or no ability to empathize or sympathize with others.
"It's weird," he said. "She's so strong, but so vulnerable at the same time. I can't really explain it, but I somehow felt the need to apologize for all of the assholes in her life and let her know that she is loved for who she is and not as an object."
"And that's exactly why I love you," Tia said, rolling over to face him.
She took his face into her hands. "You are a good man. You're a wonderful husband, and a loving, caring person. I don't know how I got so lucky to have you for my husband."
David's eyes moistened. Tia was not one prone to romanticism. She certainly told him she loved him, but the depth of the emotion and the sincerity of her words went beyond the level of intimacy she normally exhibited.
He kissed her lips gently. "Thank you," he said quietly, almost a whisper. She could see that her words had touched him deeply, and the emotion she could see on his face almost became awkward.
"Oh, and did I mention that you have a big dick!" she said, immediately lightening the serious moment and causing him to laugh.
"OK, the truth comes out," he said playfully. "I knew that was the real reason you loved me."
"Hey, what can I say?" she responded. "Anyone who tells you that size doesn't matter is either lying or just being polite."
He laughed again and kissed her.
"I don't know about you, but I'm starving," he said.
"Oh my God, I could eat a horse," she replied. "Last night was a lot of work."
"Why don't we get ready and head over to Brennan's for lunch?"
"Good idea," she said. "I've been wanting to see if it was as great at everyone says. Let me get in the shower first. It takes me longer to get ready."
"Tell me about it," he joked.
"Asshole," she said teasingly, climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom.
"Bitch," he replied in kind, ogling her tight ass as she walked away.
Both had smiles on their faces.
***
David and Tia departed the hotel and headed for Canal Street.
Almost immediately, a fast-talking guy clearly selling something accosted them. He peppered them with questions, and while David was wary, he had to admit the guy was pretty slick. He offered them a choice of a couple of New Orleans ball caps, and only after the couple accepted them did he ask for a donation for a charity providing food for the homeless.
Despite realizing they had been "had," the guy had authentic credentials for the charity he was supporting, and his shtick was pretty good. David gave him his last $20. He figured it actually worked out pretty well since they got a couple of ball caps out of the deal, and the homeless of Louisiana could certainly use the help.
The couple laughed about the encounter as they crossed Canal Street, feeling pretty good that they hadn't pulled their usual routine of simply ignoring the street person. They had to admit the guy was funny and very good at making them feel like they had made a real contribution to helping New Orleans' homeless.
No sooner had they made it on to Bourbon Street, though, when an old man approached offering Tia a string of beads.
For those who haven't been to New Orleans or experienced Mardi Gras, it's customary for inexpensive bead necklaces to be passed out along the parade route during Mardi Gras, but the beads can be had throughout the year in the French Quarter.
The man didn't seem too mentally stable, and he kept exhorting Tia to NOT show her breasts for beads, which in recent years had become a common method of acquiring beads during the bacchanal.
Tia gladly accepted the beads, and the couple attempted to move on, and the kind old man did the same, but all of the sudden he was back in front of them saying he needed $5 for the beads.
Having just given his last $20 to the food guy, David couldn't have given him any money if he'd wanted to, but he certainly didn't want to now that the "kind old man" suddenly turned aggressive.
Tia handed the beads back to him and thanked him as they tried to extricate themselves from the contact.
