As he put the final touches on his tie, he watched her in the mirror as she emerged from the shower. Her towel was wrapped around her waist, providing him with another opportunity to admire her body while his thick seven-inch cock hardened. After several years of marriage, he still took every chance to inventory what he got to go to bed with every night. She worked hard to keep her looks. Her thick, flowing black hair topped the prettiest face he had ever seen. Her nightly regimen of lotions kept her skin looking young and vibrant. Her body was well-proportioned with a gorgeous pair of C-cup tits that never ceased to interest him and a nice round ass that fascinated him. She kept her pussy smooth because he loved the feel of it when he had his tongue buried in it. All in all, she was still about the hottest piece of ass he had ever known and he thanked the fates everyday for her.
They were headed for a Mardi Gras ball in New Orleans and both were dressing to the hilt. He had showered earlier and with his tie tied, his preparation was complete. He could now relax, watch his wife get dressed, and enjoy the hard-on in his pants. She was happy to provide him with the entertainment, making sure he got an eyeful of what he wanted to see, which was everything. In private, for her husband, she was an absolute whore, doing anything for him, from stripping to swallowing. She loved sex with him and would orgasm repeatedly while under assault from his fingers, tongue and cock. Getting him hard and making him cum was almost as much a turn-on for her as it was for him. In public she was open and friendly, but conservative. She always dressed appropriately, with little if any cleavage, as to appear attractive, but not to invite unwanted attention. With her looks, she got plenty of unwanted attention anyway.
Her formal gown was a little out of the ordinary for her. The ladies at a Mardi Gras ball dressed to kill, with tighter, lower cut dresses than they would ever dare to wear anyplace else. For the guys, it was a feast for the eyes at every turn, even though the breast baring that happened on Bourbon Street did not occur at the balls. Her dress was fairly conservative compared to many at the ball, but still clung to her ass and bust and showed more skin than was her norm. In sum, she looked classy and hot.
Their sex life was quite healthy, but since this was a special occasion, he had special plans for her. He was going to push her buttons and see what happened. She tended to let her sexual frustrations build up so that when they were released she was an uncontrollable tornado of sex, all focused on him.
It was fortunate the limo arrived as she finished her makeup, as he was getting ready to throw his plans to the winds and give her a quick fuck while they were waiting. His cock was beginning to ache from watching her dress and thinking about his plans for the evening. The driver held the door of the stretch Navigator open for them and they quickly got settled in the back. He was good friends with the owner of the limo company and he had let him use the limo for next to nothing as long as he paid the driver. He busied himself about the back of the limo, curiously putting up some towels, locking the window connecting the back to the driver, and pouring some champagne as they felt the limo begin to move.
After a few minutes of small talk she mistook his distracted state for apprehension as opposed to the scheming that occupied his mind. "I hope you enjoy this, sweetie. I know playing dress up is not your favorite activity. The parade and the ball and the low-cut dresses you'll get to see will make up for it," she told him.
"I'll do what I can to amuse myself," he replied. One of her more endearing properties as a perfect wife was that she had no problems with him looking at other women as long that's all he did and as long as he kept her properly fucked. He decided it was time to put his plan into action. "I'm tired of being a good boy," he proclaimed and promptly knelt in front of her and started to push her dress up.
Mildly startled she grabbed his hands. "Sweetie, I appreciate it, but what about the driver? Can't he see back here?"
"Nope. Jimmy told me where the cameras were so I covered them with towels and I locked the connecting window, so the only thing the driver can do is call us on the intercom. He can't even hear us unless we push the button." He had begun to gently rub her breasts, trying to coax her nipples into standing at attention. His manipulations began to soften her resistance and harden her nipples. "These windows are heavily tinted so nobody can see us and I'm going to lick your pussy from here to New Orleans. Any complaints?"
She responded by helping him pull the bottom of her dress up. He grabbed her lacy panties, pulling them down in one stroke when she lifted her ass up to help him. Her pussy was clean-shaven and beautiful. He spread her legs apart and gently used his fingers to spread her pussy lips. He was rewarded with the sight of her sweet, wet cunt, ready for whatever he could provide. Ignoring the throbbing of his cock, he began to explore her pussy with his tongue. Years of practice allowed him to bring her to a boil quickly. He sucked in her clit and softly buffed it, sending her into squirming delight at the tip of his tongue.
"Right there. Don't stop. Right there. Right therrrrrrre!" she directed after several minutes as she had her first orgasm. For many women that would be enough for the night, but she was not like most women. Her orgasms only made her hornier and he knew when he started that he was in it for the long haul. He meticulously licked her entire pussy from just above her ass to her clit and back again several times. He probed her pussy hole, sticking his tongue in as far as it would go. When he wanted to push her over the edge, he simply returned to her clit and carefully licked it until she quivered in satisfaction. "Ohhhhh. That feels so gooood," she gasped during one strong orgasm, then quickly pushed his head back into her insatiable cunt. He knew she could keep this up for quite a while, but that soon she would want more than just a tongue. Getting her off like this always got his dick rock hard, but he was determined to keep it under control for the time being.
"We're about five minutes away," informed a voice over the intercom.
Reluctantly disengaging himself from his wife's pussy, he pressed the button and replied, "Uh, okay, thanks for the warning."
"No way," she pouted after he had released the intercom button. "I need to get fucked and I'm sure your cock needs some attention, and I'm not going anywhere until that happens."
He grinned at how well his plan was working. "Look, sweetheart, I am quite certain you will make it up to me, but it's too late to tell the driver we need another hour unless you want him overly curious about what's going on back here and everybody's expecting us about this time anyway."
The most gorgeous lips he know then spoke the words he loved to hear, "Can't we just skip this and go home and fuck?"
"Sorry, baby, but duty calls. A raincheck, however, is assuredly in order." She reluctantly accepted this and managed to redress clean herself up before the limo pulled up to the curb. The driver opened the door for them and they left with their ice chest of booze and snacks for the evening. Neither drank much, but they brought a small bottle of wine to drink for the evening.
They made their way to their table in the Convention Center. This was the ball for one of the super-krewes where the parade ended at the dance. The Convention Center was big enough to have the ball and the parade, including floats and bands, circle inside. The bands continued outside and the floats eventually stopped inside, with the riders disembarking and joining their spouses and friends.
Several of their friends were at the table, but they were both preoccupied with the memories of the limo ride and the promised events for later that evening. They walked around to pass the time and to look at the other participants. As expected, some spectacular cleavage was on display from some very proper-looking women. "Enjoying the show?" she asked him, already knowing the answer.
"You know me," he responded, "always interested in what women are wearing."
"Or not quite wearing," she replied. "Look, people are starting to line up for the parade." He knew what this meant. She HAD to be on barricades that formed the path for the parade so that nothing got between her and the guys on the float. She was pretty much a "bead whore" although she stopped short of showing her tits. They found an open spot and stood and waited for the parade.
The noise from the band and the crowd was loud. To talk to somebody you would pretty much have to talk loudly and directly into their ear. Sensing she was cooling down from the limo ride, he decided to turn up the heat. He snuggled in behind her, making sure his hard cock was pressed in the crack of her ass. "So what exactly is this raincheck good for later on tonight?" he asked.
Feeling his cock, she pushed her ass gently against him. Memories of the ride filled her thoughts and her still wet pussy started getting wetter. She reached back over her head to grab his and pull it forward over her shoulder, partially so she could talk into his ear and partially so he could get the best view possible of her tits. Several guys in the immediate vicinity silently thanked her for their view of her as she stretched back and most of them wished him dead out of jealousy. "Nothing," she purred into his ear, "is off the menu. And I mean nothing." His cock hardened some more. Just as he was trying to figure out some way to fuck her silly right here and now, when the sirens announced the arrival of the parade.
As usual her face, hair, and tits earned her a huge bounty of throws. She knew exactly how to make eye contact and lean over the barricade to give the promise, and not the reality, of her lovely chest. She was rewarded with the biggest and prettiest beads repeatedly. In between floats she took every opportunity to grind into his cock and to "accidentally" have him make contact with her chest. Both were at a fever pitch by the end of the parade. "Parade's over, let's go," she abruptly announced, ready for the rest of the night's activities to begin.
