Hello all, wrote this story for myself and my now wife during COVID. Just now getting back to it. I have another few parts left to post, stay tuned!
I live in St. Louis, home of the second biggest Mardi Gras party after New Orleans. It's held in the historic French part of town called Soulard, and can often be very cold considering it's February. This year we got pretty lucky with a sunny and 55° day.
For background, I live with my 24 year old girlfriend of five years named Shannon. Shannon is white brunette with great natural tits and an amazing ass. She's been aware of my hotwife fantasies for years now but she has never shown real interest in participating in the freedom offered to her. This isn't a surprise as she has never been a slut by any means. Before we got together she had only made out with others outside of her only other past boyfriend, never any random hookups.
I also don't blame her for not taking advantage of her hall pass as I'm not exactly a slouch in the bedroom myself. I'm tall, relatively handsome, and definitely not the average "cuckold" stereotype person. She was also just a more conservative person, by now I had mostly given up on the idea that she would ever indulge in my fantasies.
Back to Mardi Gras, this year we had moved to Soulard and we were excited to host a "Mardi Party" of sorts. We ended up having a good group of close friends show up along with some people I had lost touch with and others I didn't know at all. Among those I didn't know were Sam and Jake. Sam was dating a girl named Mary from our friend group and they were visiting the weekend from a nearby major city. Jake was Sam's friend from college who tagged along because he had recently moved to the city.
I didn't think much of the guy at first, just your typical ladies man fuck boy type. For those interested, shorter than myself but in good shape and handsome.
The day was going well. We started out playing drinking games in the backyard as a group along with some other young people who lived in my building. After getting good and drunk we decided to venture into the crowds of Soulard heading in the general direction of another friend's house who was hosting his own party where we can restock on beer/beads.
Moving through the crowd we were having a great time. Shannon has just discovered hard seltzer, and was enjoying them at a pace that got her buzzed quickly. We were by no means joined at the hip today, we both mingled with our little crowd and caught up with friends.
Eventually we made it to our friends house, which was a fun story in and of itself. They had clearly purchased beads in bulk and allowed us to throw them at parties below. Another aspect of St. Louis Mardi Gras is the flashing. Just like in NOLA, beads were thrown down in exchange for boobs. Shannon got into it, she would never show her breasts in public but had a good time along with the rest of us gawking at others!
Eventually though, as the parade outside the window ended, revelers began to leave the area for more central areas of the party zone. It was time for us to go too, so we loaded up a few more drinks from the fridge and began to leave.
That was when I began to notice that Jake was flirting pretty blatantly with Shannon. They had already been chatting innocently enough throughout the afternoon, but now he was adding a hint of physicality with your typical shoulder and arm touching.
I felt a shiver of jealousy and excitement coursing through my body, and I think she noticed at that moment as well because we locked eyes and raised eyebrows at each other.
As the group left the party Shannon and I joined back up and discussed. She knew he was flirting with her, but I decided to encourage her to continue.
"No harm in flirting! Have fun, I like it anyways"
She just laughed and rolled her eyes.
The group starts walking towards the denser party area and now I purposefully make sure to separate myself from Shannon. It's not hard to do as I have a dozen other friends to catch up with. I look back and bringing up the rear of the group is Jake and Shannon walking together, and they have been chatting the whole time. He touches her arm periodically and I see her touch his before I turn back, suddenly excited about the possibility of this afternoon.
Eventually the group makes it to a bar called Social House. During normal times this bar is already pretty exotic featuring topless and painted waitresses. During Mardi Gras it is even crazier. The bar is surrounded with a crowd packed shoulder to shoulder surrounding a temporary scaffold deck holding a DJ booth and a couple dozen women periodically flashing the crowd.
As we squeeze through the crowd I look and see Jake put both hands on Shannon's lower waist and whisper something in her ear, causing her to blush. I later found out that he said something along the lines of "Maybe you should get up on that deck, would be a great view"
He is becoming less and less discreet with his flirtations and Shannon has gotten comfortable reciprocating at this point. At one point even brushing his semi-hard penis across Shannon's ass while in close quarters (I would learn later.) Fortunately everybody present is drunk enough and too wrapped up in their own drama to pay any sort of attention.
Eventually a few girls of the group including Shannon needed to use the restroom, and opted to try and go inside the Social House. I and most of the group opted to stay outside and watch the girls on the platform, maybe catch some beads. Of course Jake went inside too.
After a period of time most of the girls had returned outside, but Jake and Shannon didn't come out for another five minutes or so. I catch Shannon's eyes as she exits, her face in a state of full blush. Something clearly happened. Her eyes glint chaotically with a mix of guilt and genuine excitement. I raise my eyebrows and she comes over and immediately begins to sloppily make out with me.
After inquiring I found out that they had taken a detour to the dance floor, and feeling anonymous in the crowd began to dance a bit. She said she grinded her ass on his cock while he rubbed hands along the side of her body. This time he was rock hard and there was no plausible deniability about the sexual friction between them.
I was floored hearing this and was filled with adrenaline. For context, she had never grinded on another man outside our relationship since we started dating. Clearly the Truly's had taken away her inhibitions. She was concerned that I would be mad, but I assured her that I'm doing better than OK and continued to encourage her to have fun. She said things had gotten out of hand and nothing else was going to happen, which I would have had an easier time believing if she didn't walk right back up to Jake after our conversation.
By this point in time, Shannon wasn't the only one feeling their alcohol. We opted to return back to our apartment because a few people wanted to leave or get food. Several members of our group clearly overconsumed and needed to puke and or pass out. I figured that we could rest for a few minutes and restock on beers before venturing back out into the crowd of revelers.
On the walk home the dynamic remained the Same, I chatted and bounced around with the main group while Shannon and Jake hung back continuing to talk. I was glad that the group of friends was too intoxicated to pay attention because their flirtation got less and less subtle every time I peeked backwards.
Things began to go south for the group on the way home. Jake's friend Sam and our friend, Mary, got into a huge tearful fight like drunk couples do. One that continued for a couple hours even after returning to our house. This left the remainder of our group waiting for things to calm down a bit. Fortunately, our downstairs neighbors were hosting a party of their own in our shared backyard, which drew our group down for games of flip cup while we waited for the arguing/puking to conclude.
We all continued to drink and have a good time, it was nice to finally meet our neighbors and their cool friends. As usual I was a flip cup God. Shannon is back hanging out with the rest of us like normal and I began to wonder if this was the end of the game for them. At one point she was talking to the girls of the group and I overheard her drunkenly and loudly whispering about how "Jake is HOT!" Which was a bit embarrassing but not totally out of the norm of our group's conversations. Even if the game was over, and nothing else happened, the events of this day would have fueled my fantasies for YEARS.
Fortunately me (and you horny readers) that was not the case. Eventually after flip cup, the group starts to move inside. While it was a very nice day for February, the sun was starting to set so people were getting cold. I notice that there is a group including Jake and Shannon mingling around the snack table, grazing and talking. At one point Shannon asks Jake to hand her a strawberry and he holds it out for her. She then proceeds to bend over and seductively eat the strawberry out of his hand, with her lips making definite contact with the tips of his fingers. Jake exclaimed "That was hot." I privately agreed with him, and so did my cock which immediately turned to steel at the sight.
This action actually attracted some looks from the group and I had to quickly look away to preserve a sense of plausible deniability. I mean it was so blatant that if people saw that I bore witness, I would be expected to say something and put an end to it. Shannon, noticing that she was seen in this compromising position quickly snapped out of it, although her blushing cheeks betrayed her again. Fortunately for me, the group is still DRUNK at this point, so I doubt anybody remembers this but the three of us.
As the day continued we kept drinking with our neighbors in a fun combined party. Some from our group left to go home, others left to join other friends back in the Soulard crowds. Sam and Mary continued to fight somewhere outside in the street. At this point it was winding down, we probably weren't going back out to the street festival.
After crushing another game of flip cup, I decided to go check on the people inside while using the restroom myself. Inside is Shannon and Jake sitting innocently on either side of the couch chatting with one of my buddies. Obviously things wouldn't continue to progress like this so I told my friend that I needed a beer pong partner downstairs outside. Shannon looked up at me with a blank expression, her eyes tinged with a mix of lust and fear. I winked at her, and my buddy agreed to partner up outside. I was pretty drunk at this point, but I was also playing it up a bit. I "naively" left them alone in our upstairs apartment, "accidentally" locking the door behind me, making sure that nobody would be interrupting them. Jake must think I am an idiot at this point, I was fine with that.
While in an ideal setting, I would be in the room to watch what happened, I knew I had an ace up my sleeve. Last Christmas Shannon thought it would be a good idea to purchase a set of pet cameras to keep an eye on our cat while on vacation. Fortunately one of these cameras was set up inconspicuously inside the entertainment center, with a perfect view of the couch.
I needed to go back to the party. Several of my friends are still in the yard and I am still playing the part of a gracious host. My mind is occupied by what might be happening upstairs but all I have time for is to check the camera app to make sure it's recording. I check the live view really quickly, and while they aren't doing anything, my heart jumps to see that they are already sitting much closer together on the couch. Shannon's knee is only inches from his leg, and she is looking right at him and listening intently to whatever he is saying.
I snap out of it and continue to occupy my friends and mingle with the neighbors. Mary and Sam's fight continued so nobody was really looking for Jake, but a few asked where Shannon was. I just replied that she wasn't feeling super well and that I would check on her soon, which my friends seemed to accept.
All in all I was able to buy them about 25 minutes of alone time before one of my friends needed to be let in to use the restroom. I knew things could get dicey here so I hoped that I wouldn't let my friends into some kind of crazy scene (which I doubted because the party was still very much going on outside and my apartment was the only available restroom.)
I made sure to take a long time to loudly unlock the door, dropping my keys a couple times hoping to give them a few extra moments to get decent if needed. I then walked up the stairs with our friend just in time to hear the bathroom door close. Shannon was sitting on the couch where I left her, although now under a blanket and watching The Office. She was very flushed and gave me a slight panicked look, letting me know that something did indeed happen while I was gone. Our friend, Sara, who was drunk and none the wiser, was only disappointed that the bathroom she needed was already occupied. She plopped down and chatted with Shannon while watching TV.
