Our first adventure was at Pat O'Briens, the bar famous for its inhibition lowering hurricane cocktail. We were both enjoying one when we struck up a conversation with the people at the next table, a middle aged group of 3 men and 1 woman who had travelled there on motorcycles from North Carolina. They were very friendly, and to our great amusement we learned that they all worked at a nuclear power plant. We were greatly amused because one of the men resembled Homer Simpson to the point that he could have played him in a movie. After shooting the breeze for awhile I asked if I could video my wife with two of the men. They agreed and she sat on his knee with her arms around their shoulders. I told her to flash and she lifted her shirt right up to her neck and left it there. Dozens of people were watching this, and I told the guys to get a handful each. They were a bit shocked by this, but the wife of "Homer" said go ahead, you can touch her. He was thrilled to oblige, grasping her right boob in his hand and enjoying its heft. The other fellow was to shy, he just sat there. I loved seeing another mans hand on her, it had been a long time, and to my mind there is nothing more erotic.
That was our big adventure that day, there was of course much flashing going on, and she had almost a full suitcase of beads when we flew home. The following day was the highlight of the trip, and right up there with any of our sexual history. We were walking along Bourbon St just before dusk when two guys asked to see her tits. They had some regular cheap beads and a pair of really fancy ones. By this time my wife had so many cheap beads she was being a bit more selective, so she asked for the nice ones. They hesitated as they naturally wanted a great return on those beads. I said how about if you get to touch them? The guy agreed to this offer, and was soon feeling her right breast from her left. I was filming this, right on Bourbon St in daylight with hundreds of people walking past! He gently squeezed and then started flicking her nipple a bit with his thumb, while still caressing her with his palm and fingers. His friend was watching this intently, and told him to feel the other one, which he did. I don't know if this was his plan, but it certainly left an exposed boob close to him. My wife looked at him and asked if he would like to feel it. He enthusiastically did! I couldn't believe I was watching my wife getting groped by two guys. I still love watching that video.
Right after we parted ways a younger guy came up to us with a video recorder and started telling us how hot that was. I figured he wanted a shot of her boobs or maybe a feel, and told him he could tape them. But he said he was after pussy shots. This was a little bit of a shock, and I said she probably wouldn't go for that and that it was a shame because she was freshly waxed. He offered some beads but I said it would take more than that, probably a hurricane or two. He said that was doable. We looked at each other, and kind of agreed telepathically I think, what the hell, it's Mardi Gras!
We went to a little kiosk inside a doorway where he bought us two hurricanes, and then said we can go up these stairs to take the video. Apparently he knew someone in the building who let him use the stairwell. We went up the flight of steps which ended in a doorway and my wife sat down, hitching her skirt up and opening her legs. I couldn't believe she was doing this, it was so sexy and naughty. Showing her bald pussy to a complete stranger! She opened up her pussy lips a bit with her fingers and let him have a great look. Another guy was watching over his shoulder, I never did figure out if this was his friend or just a random guy who followed us up the stairs. I often wonder what happened to that tape, we have looked for it on the internet but have never seen it. I wonder how many times he jerked off to it, and how many others have seen it.
