In the 10 days or so since Sonia won a surprisingly difficult titfight against Abigail Breslin, we had made the rounds in New Orleans, especially enjoying the underrated Garden District. My bride's tits had bounced back nicely. The bruising was gone, the felt as firm as ever, and she was letting me be as rough with them as I wanted with no complaints. I never cease to be amazed at her BMDs and I fully realize just how lucky I am. As Mardi Gras got closer, we settled into the Bourbon Orleans hotel, in the heart of the French Quarter, with our with our loft suite's balcony overlooking Bourbon Street itself from just three stories up. I was looking forward to seeing if Sonia could set a record for beads thrown to her as she flashed people her perfect tits before we settled in for the evening and watched the other revelers from the balcony.
We hit all the generic touristy things once we were in the French Quarter. A ride on the streetcar, some gambling at Harrah's (poker for me, craps for the missus), and a steamboat tour. The morning of Mardi Gras we got up early and did what tourists do in New Orleans. Chicory coffee and beignets at Cafe Du Monde made for a nice, light breakfast. Lunch was excellent at the criminally overlooked Olde N'awlins Cookery. We decided to get a little exercise in by walking around Jackson Square while it was still daylight, loving the activity and especially the contrast of old vs new in the city as you stand at St. Ann Street and stare west past St. Louis Cathedral towards Canal Street. We even splurged for a painting of ourselves by an exceptionally good street artist right there in the middle of the square. Before the evening's festivities kicked into full gear, we decided to grab a couple of local beers and sit on the balcony of the Crescent City Brewhouse on Decatur Street.
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I'm sure that all sounds normal, but I had noticed a rather strange recurring event during the day. At first I thought I was just imagining things, but by the time we were into our second beer each it was obvious that there was something very real going on. I didn't know if Sonia had also noticed (she hadn't), but I wasn't going to be the one to bring it up. She may have been there at breakfast, I'm not positive about that one. Lunch I'm almost sure of. By the time we were walking around the square she was there for sure. Staring at us from just a little ways down St. Ann Street, laughing with her girlfriends while repeatedly glancing our way when our painting was being done, and following us as we returned to our hotel before continuing on past it. Even then I thought it may be my imagination, but when she showed up with her group on the balcony at the brewhouse, it was definitely too much to be an accident. The city was swarming with people and this cute redhead was defying all the odds by showing up everywhere we were.
Even so, after unloading our drinks, my boob queen and I made our way out into the streets to see just how much appreciation her world class rack would receive. It was a trip, being out in the middle of it all. At first my bride enjoyed just getting the attention of horny frat boys and sex starved husbands who couldn't believe tits like hers were real. On more than one occasion there were elbows thrown to make sure that friends didn't miss the exotic beauty with the super tits. Quite a few women were taking notice, and their eyes flashed as much appreciation as they did jealousy.
Sonia's competitive side started to show itself as the evening wore on and she released her very few inhibitions. At first it was simple. She would wait for one woman to finish flashing her tits for beads and then go to the same people and show them a set that put the previous ones to shame. Once she noticed the reaction that was garnering, she stepped up her alpha bitchiness to another level. Sonia started looking for women that were getting ready to show their goods and quickly slipping in beside them to flash people at the same time. Her look was almost feral as the onlookers gawked at her brazen one-upmanship. She couldn't help but stare down the other women with haughty derision as one after another realized they had been outboobed at Mardi Gras and there was nothing they could do about it.
Eventually tiring of this, Sonia expressed a desire to only stay out for a few minutes longer and then retire to our loft to enjoy the festivities from the balcony for the rest of the evening. As we began our way back, we noticed one balcony with several men tossing down beads from a massive pile. Sonia decided to give one more show, with a little extra shaking and groping of herself if necessary, with the goal of making a noticeable dent in the pile of beads. She pulled her top up and began rhythmically shaking her perfect 36Ds, showing off both how real and how spectacular they really were. She cupped them, jiggling them the little bit that they would with their inherent firmness, and even tweaked her nipples to get them out to their full half inch length. Deciding to go one step further, she allowed the men a side view to see just how far out her perfect breasts jutted from her chest. She turned to her left, allowing the guys a view of the outside of her right teat, and then turned to her right to allow the view of the other superb mammary.
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That second turn was where our evening truly began. At the moment she was turned fully sideways, but still looking up at the men on the balcony, the cute redhead stepped up and pushed her fully exposed tits right into Sonia's. Now I knew that not only was I not imagining things during most of the day, but I also understood some of the reasoning for the sightings. As I realized that, I saw a few things seemingly simultaneously. The men on the balcony all went stone silent, gawking at the two sets of tits pushing into each other. My wife's head snapped around quickly to see what her tits had come into contact with and upon recognition she squared up and returned the pressure, heat shooting from her eyes. The women said a few things to each other, that I couldn't hear, and the redhead appeared to slip something into Sonia's hand. With that, the cute girl backed up, smiled slyly, pulled her top back down and walked away with her friends. Sonia grabbed me by the hand and we double timed it to the hotel where she fucked my brains out without saying a word.
My wife dismounted me and hopped off the bed heading right for the shower. Twenty minutes later she looked completely refreshed. I followed her orders to go sit on the balcony while she grabbed us some bottled water from the fridge. It seemed to take longer than reasonable for that task to be performed, but at this point I was just rolling with whatever happened. She joined me on the balcony, wearing a hotel robe, watching women of all shapes and sizes showing off their goods with only a few getting a response from her as she was still putting other women in their place. I kept fishing for any insight into what the redhead had slipped her earlier, what they said, and even what took so long getting the water. Despite not getting a single word out of her, it didn't take too long before the answers started to fall into place.
At first I wasn't sure it was her, as she was alone, but suddenly the cute redhead appeared below our balcony. She had changed into a snug canary yellow tank top and obscenely short Daisy Duke's that showed off her strong looking legs. She set a black tote bag down in front of her feet and peeled down the straps of her tank top expose her tits. I barely noticed the smug grin on her face as I took in those full, meaty globes. She was slightly tan, more so than the stereotypical redhead for sure, with what appeared to be minimal freckling. Those tits looked epic. They were high and full, with a moderately conical shape and some beautiful pink areolas and pierced nipples that both looked to be on par with my wife's. The girl had an almost quizzical look on her face for a moment then nodded, apparently in response to Sonia, and quickly pulled the straps up on her shirt before grabbing her bag and walking towards the entrance of the hotel.
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A quick summary was all I got. Sonia gave me a quick update while we waited for the other woman to be let up to the room. The redhead, Becki, had challenged Sonia and slipped my wife her phone number on the street. Sonia called her when she was getting out water, talked over her typical rules which the other woman had accepted, and both gave Becki our hotel and room number and told the front desk to let her up as our guest. At that point there was a knock on our door, and I obeyed my wife and went to let our new acquaintance in. Smiling a cute, but somewhat predatory smile, I noticed she wasn't the young girl I initially thought but a somewhat older woman who was both cute and pretty in almost equal measures. She wasn't as hot as my Latina titfighter, but I had definitely underestimated her appeal before.
The only downside to our great location was the small size of the two floor rooms. The downstairs area had the drawback of not being carpeted, so the bedroom with the work desk, dresser, and king sized bed would have to be the battleground. Things were so compact that there was probably no more than a 12' x 10' section of free floor space except for the 5 foot wide strip between the bed and the other furniture. I wondered how they would stay under control enough to not break anything and not have the quirkiness of the dimensions play a deciding role in the outcome of the contest. Ever the perfect host, Sonia led the way upstairs and showed Becki to the bathroom to change and freshen up before the festivities began.
As soon as the redhead closed the bathroom door, my wife stripped off her robe to show that she was already in her fight suit of her skimpy leopard print thong and black kimono worn loose to give a view of the inside of her impressive breasts. She backed away from the door and began stretching out, her perfect ass facing me. We didn't have to wait long, as Sonia's latest opponent emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a tiny wine colored thong. Sonia shrugged off her kimono and stepped toward the middle of the open space. Becki responded by showing off her pectoral muscles, bouncing her large tits independently without the aid of anything else, then placed her hands behind her head to lift her firm globes slightly as she stepped forward as well. I took up a spot right by the top of the stairs both to stay out of their way and to keep them from somehow tumbling down.