Every year my wife Cathy and her friend Debbie are fortunate enough to be sent to New Orleans on "business." After spending each day in meetings they quickly go to Bourbon Street for a fun filled afternoon of drinking and flirting. Well, Cathy flirts, Debbie fucks.
Let me correct that again. Cathy did flirt, Debbie fucks, now so does Cathy.
Now before I go into this story, let me say that Cathy has always been a beautiful woman. I began to date her when she was 16 and what a knock out. She won pageants and by the time I got her at 16, six guys had already had some fun times with her body. Speaking of her body, she had luscious 34 c cup tits with light pink nipples, a beautiful pussy with full lips and a patch of well kept hair on top, the perfect body, about 105 pounds. Her hair was long and brown and on that beautiful face was the perfect set of full dick sucking lips. What she and her friends called DSL's.
Now, at 25, she travels to New Orleans with close to the same type of body. Beautiful face, DSL's, now 38 C cup tits from having kids with now full eraser tip nipples that have turned a beautiful light brown, and a few more pounds, just enough to give her a nice thickness. You know, the kind where you can fuck her hard and feel like you are in paradise.
Debbie, has a pretty face, blonde hair, about 105 pounds and around a B cup set of titties. Nice sucking kind. Long tan legs, nice ass. The perfect slut. And by the way, she is also married. Or was at the time of this adventure.
On their third business trip to New Orleans and after a tough day of meetings they decided to go to their favorite bar on Bourbon. When they got there they ordered their first round of drinks. They knew this was the only round they would have to buy. Guys would buy the rest.
As usual, guys began to ask both Cathy and Debbie to dance. Cathy was the first on the floor with a young guy about 19 and the song was fast. Debbie was soon beside her with a buddy of his. When the dance was over, both guys followed the girls to their table. They sat and chatted awhile and Debbie noticed they both wore several strands of beads on their neck.
In New Orleans this has now become custom, year around. Guys who want to see titties wear beads in the hopes of a trade. Knowing this, Debbie asked the guys, "What are the beads for?"
Cathy's dance partner replied, "If a girl shows us her tits, she gets one."
With a look of mischief in her eyes Debbie said, "I want the purple ones!" , and lifted her shirt and bra in one move. Her small B cup titties came into view with a nice set of eraser tip nipples standing straight up. The guys let out a yell and handed Debbie the purple beads. She lowered her shirt and put on the beads.
The guys turned to Cathy. "Not me!," she retorted.
"Come on baby, we definitely want to see those melons!" Debbie's guy replied.
"We'll both give you a set if you do", said Cathy's guy.
"Come on Cathy, let em see", said Debbie.
Cathy thought for a while and quickly lifted her shirt and bra. The guys were speechless.
Although they had a slight sag, there in their full view, were Cathy's beautiful 38 C cup breasts, topped with the most beautiful pair of silver dollar size light brown areola they had ever seen. And because it takes a bit of playing to get her nipples to rise, they were laying softly on top of her areola.
"WOW!" , said Cathy's guy.
"MMMMM!", said the other.
Cathy slowly put her bra back over her boobs and lowered her shirt. The guys stood up and walked over to her, placing the beads around her neck.
Suddenly, a man walked over to the table and placed himself beside my wife. He looked her in the eyes and said, "Hi, I'm Craig." "Excuse me for intruding but I couldn't help but see your little exhibition." "Would you like to dance?"
A slow song was playing.
"Yes I would", replied Cathy.
And with that they were together for the rest of the night in the bar.
Cathy was very attracted to him. He was muscular, 24, tanned, black hair and knew just what to say. On their second slow dance he caressed her back and hair. And by the third he was slowly working her ass.
Eventually they sat in a dark corner both. And for the first time in 8 years of marriage, my wife was kissing another man.
As they kissed his hands found their way to her breasts and he softly squeezed them through her blouse. She opened his shirt and felt his rock hard chest and abs. Her desire was building!