Let me start out with some background. My wife Jan and I had a quick courtship and marriage, due to the high hormone level and sex drive in both of us. Our first real date was four days in Tahoe, where we spent about 18 hours a day fucking in bed or else somewhere nearby. After a few weeks courtship, much of it spent horizontally, I quickly proposed. Jan is about 5 foot tall, 120 pounds, with a nice set of 34Cs, and has dirty blond hair and blue eyes. I'm just an average guy about 6 foot and 180 pounds.
Anyway, back to the story, I got in quite a bit of trouble for carousing with the boys the year before ('98). I had a friend of mine in town for the Mardi Gras of '99. It was about the only chance I had to get into town that whole year. He and I were big partygoers from years past, so Jan had no hope of holding us back and, instead of putting up wasted resistance, she came along.
We headed out on the town for what was a relatively quiet night in New Orleans (you could still see your feet). We started out quickly, chugging some beers at a 3 for 1 happy hour. Jan was wearing a tight low cut white cotton shirt with a lacy bra (which did little to nothing to hide her long thick nipples), along with some khaki shorts covering her black thong. After some small talk and a few drinks, we started to dance.
I am not much of a dancer by any stretch of the imagination, but it did not take me too long to get into the groove with my wife's lead. She apparently let the couple of quick beers and a shot of tequila get into her head, as she was quickly rubbing her body up against mine. After the first song I finally realized what she was after, quite a surprise, and she started to grind her body in return. By the end of the second song, I had her bra in my pocket, and my hand up her shirt. We continued on for a third song that ended with her shirt up over her tits, and my cock out of my pants, Jan on her knees sucking me off, and the bouncers telling us to leave. But I have to say we enjoyed every minute of it, as did our friend, who was watching in fascination from just off the dance floor.
From there we did the street for all it was worth. Nothing too mind boggling, just collecting some beads for the gratuitous flash. I was in HEAVEN to see my (up to now) relatively shy wife flashing the street, and I was developing quite a head of steam as a result. My friend must have taken two dozen pictures, which I still have not got copies of.
After carousing on the Street, I convinced my wife we should check out some of the strip joints. After much cajoling, she agreed to enter a place that has both male and female strippers. She sat down between my friend and I to see the show. The show had alternating men and women dancers, which allowed for both our attentions to wander. Not too far into the show I had her pants open to rub her pussy, and her shirt up but not quite exposing her tits, in an attempt to maximize her experience. While watching the show, Jan managed to occasionally rub my cock through my pants, which was more than hard by this point. My friend seemed had a hard time deciding which show to watch at this point, the one on the stage or ours. I have to say my wife and I had never done anything close to this before, and my wildest fantasies were coming true.
So, after fucking around in that place, and Jan coming out of there with a hot wet pussy, and myself with a limp, we tried the Gold Club just off of Bourbon, which had always been my favorite. We only stayed for a couple of songs and it did not go over too well with her.
Next stop was Razoo's on Bourbon, which has always been my favorite place to party in the quarter. The three of us found a space on the upper bar rail over the dance floor, and stayed there for an hour or two. Since space at the rail was at a premium, only two of us could dance at a time.... And I was more that happy watch.
The band/mc at the bar was bringing out the best in everyone in attendance, encouraging the women to flash all they had. My wife would not flash in the bar, much to my chagrin. However, after encouraging her to dance with my friend I quickly found her that her protestations were in jest.
After downing several Hurricanes, a couple of dances, and some encouragement from me, my wife ended up on the floor with our friend. The mc started his pitch, and got the place into frenzy. After listening to his pitch for a while, I turned to the floor to see my wife with her shirt over her head, with my friend wrapping his hands around her tits. At the same time she alternated rubbing her hand up against her cunt and then up against his cock.
I felt the pit of my stomach drop out my asshole, both in amazement and excitement. The swelling of my cock quickly told me this was not such a bad thing. I had always fantasized about her baring all in public, but never thought through the impacts of it going past just the visual. To say I was enjoying it was an understatement.
