Bourbon Street, just the sound of it is sexy. Anne was happy to be here. Coming to Mardi Gras would have been really fun but a couple of hot summer nights will do just fine. She couldn�t wait to get out of the hotel. Her husband brought her along on business but the night was theirs. She sure hoped he�d be able to loosen up. Gary does have his inhibitions and New Orleans is no place for a stick in the mud.



She watched the clock as she prettied herself up. No bra tonight, maybe she�ll get a chance to earn some beads. Panties? Okay for now but a short skirt for sure. She perfumed in all the right places and Gary walked in at 6:30pm on the button; predictable as always.



After drinks and dinner they were ready to hit the strip. Never before had she seen so many horny people in one place. The streets crawled with drinkers and flashers and they would all stop to congregate each time a tipsy woman wanted to bare her all. Even the strip clubs had little to hide as they freely advertised out of doors. Whether it was the place, the booze, or the heat, Anne was thinking Gary was looking pretty good. She pulled him over to watch the scene as two women dared each other to flash a young man with a camera. On the count of three, one lifted her shirt and the other quickly reached over and gave her breast a squeeze for the picture. Anne saw that Gary looked only briefly and then glanced away. Sigh�like a perfect gentleman.



The lights and the sound of an enthusiastic DJ drew Anne into a dance bar. Gary followed. Inside the place was jumping. The air was on full blast but people were cheek to cheek; sweat glistened on chests and legs. Most of the people there were much younger than they were but they certainly were sexy. She could taste the pheromones. People danced a lot closer than she remembered too; it was like being in a rhythmic orgy.



The pair squeezed onto the dance floor and began their mating ritual. Gary wasn�t a bad dancer for a working stiff and Anne always had a natural groove. They spent little time looking at one another. The view was everywhere around them - flashes of skin here and there, people making out, others gyrating and grinding. Every man Anne made eye contact with looked like he wanted to fuck her right then and there. The thin material of her clothing felt thinner by the second.



The music was deafening. Gary made a hand motion that he was going to get another drink and Anne gave him the hi-sign that she wanted one too. The moment he stepped off the floor she felt free and yet a little timid. In a moment she lost him in the crowd but she continued to dance and feel the two Hurricanes she already had in her system. Her eyes focused on a man that danced right in front of her. He was a thin muscular black man his hair laid on his head in braided points that kept perfect time with the beat. He eyed her up and down deliberately and engaged her in a dance.



Anne took a quick peek around for her husband and then let herself get a little closer. As the music continued she found herself with his arms to her sides. She exaggerated her moves so as to let his thumbs brush her breasts. He smiled and ran one hand down his own chest and fingered a chain of beads. She knew where he was going with this and didn�t want the opportunity to go by. Her legs weakened a bit with anxiety. �I can�t believe I�m doing this,� she thought. Nonchalantly as if it was part of her moves she slid her hands down her stomach, hooked her thumbs under her shirt and slowly raised it until it rested just above her nipples. Instantly she was soaking wet knowing that she just bared her breasts on this crowded dance floor to a complete stranger. Her partner wasted no time and dropped his head down to take a nipple into his mouth and gave it a long wet kiss. �Oh my fucking God,� ran across her lips as she melted into this guy.



He let her go and paid up with a string of beads that he passed over her head. She caught his thumb in her mouth and sucked it before letting him finish. Anne felt a cold nudge behind her and turned on her heels finding that Gary was standing there, beer in hand. He must not have seen anything, he didn�t lead on that he did although she felt a little paranoid. With a side glance to her new friend she turned and resumed company with her husband and sucked down the beer like she was dehydrated.



Still feeling randy, Anne decided to do a little playing of her own. She reached out to the front of Gary�s pants and gave him a caress. He looked like he was going to spray his drink everywhere. Boy, what a poker face he has! He nervously looked around while his wife began stroking him to an erection. His trousers tented and he did all he could to look around to make sure no one was looking. Having a good time with this, she reached down the front of his pants and pulled his erection straight up so the tip was just sticking out at his waistband. He was very hard.



While at play, Anne felt a familiar hand slide down her ass. She was pleased to realize her new friend hadn�t left and encouraged his exploration by pushing against him. Her husband remained oblivious. She mused that this guy could be doing her doggie-style and her husband would still be worried that someone might catch his wife giving him a hand-job. Actually the thought of it made her consider the prospect. It also made her a little more daring. She danced her fingers on the head of her husband�s penis, he was grinning from ear to ear, drinking from his beer, having the time of his life. At the same time she reached behind her and ran the bottom of her own bottle down the crotch of her muscular man�s pants.



Gary didn�t notice his wife surrender her bottle to the man behind her. He didn�t notice how close the man was dancing to her because everyone was dancing close here. All he paid attention to was the fact that he was sporting a raging erection and that his wife just bent forward and gave his exposed cock-head a swirling kiss with her lips and tongue. He couldn�t be happier.



Anne stood again and resumed dancing. She continued to stroke her husband with one hand and now with the other she found her new man�s rod straining to get even closer to the back of her skirt. Her head swam as she thought about having both men�s cocks in her hands. She focused her lust for the stranger�s hard shaft on her attention to her husband�s dick still swollen and peeking out over his pants. One button on his fly had come undone from her persistent stroking. Gary took every opportunity to grind into her hand and seemed to care less and less if someone would see him doing it.

Anne was soaking wet. If only her husband would let her fuck this guy she�d be the happiest woman in the world. She felt something hard slip up under her skirt. She knew it wasn�t his cock because she had a nice hold on that. Not wanting to call any attention to what was going on, she just went with it; even letting her legs part a little just to see what was next. The coolness on her upper thigh clued her in that her stranger was probing under her skirt with the bottle she had given him. She felt the smooth round lip press against her moist panties. God, she wanted to sink down unto it. The bottle slipped away for a moment but came back again once the head of the bottle successfully maneuvered inside the material. Anne licked her lips and her seduction of her husband continued.



Gary was really into it. He saw the effect he was having on his wife and he saw the look of pure sex on her face. Her hand worked on his tip feverishly and between that and the rhythm of the dancing he was really getting off. In the moment, Anne didn�t notice Gary�s eyes widen or his hand quickly move to cover hers, but she knew when she withdrew her hand covered in hot semen that Gary had enjoyed himself a little too much. With an apologetic and embarrassed look on his face, her husband held his hand over his crotch and made a b-line for the bathroom. A wry smile crossed her lips.



With sex still in her hand she cupped it between her legs and trapped the bottle inside of her. For a few moments she pushed her ass outward toward her foreign lover and let the bottle head slide in and out of her drenched pussy. A bottle wasn�t going to do it for her now though. She needed a cock inside of her and she was going to get it. With a quick glance around Anne spied a table pushed against the wall attended by a single chair. She plunged one hand down her dance partner�s pants and led him there. This part of the dance floor was no less crowded but a chair certainly made things more accessible. Quickly she seated him on the chair and opened his pants. His cock was hard and gorgeous. She eyed it up as it danced there for a moment.



Wasting no time she turned around pushed her panties to the floor and sat on his lap facing away from him. People nearby observed the show knowing full well what was going on. The smooth shaft of Anne�s black man filled her pussy and it met no resistance as she was well lubricated. Her hair fell over her face as she rode this man to her heart�s content. She didn�t give a damn about anything but this hard prick up inside of her. Anne felt tremors all through her but it wasn�t going to stop her from getting the fucking of a lifetime. Her friend seemed quite skilled, he kept his hands on her ass as it bobbed in front of him and maintained an erection like a stallion.



She thought he�d never cum but that really wasn�t too much her concern at the moment. She was so hot and flushed, she knew she had cum twice already although she couldn�t help but want to pay a little something back to her silent partner. She lifted herself up slightly, reached down and grabbed a hold of his cock, the head still inside her, and began stroking him into her quickly. She knew this was working because as she masturbated him into her, he squeezed hard on her ass and his legs were going stiff. Anne began growing close to orgasm again as his tip rubbed in and out of her pussy as she worked him. With another squeeze she felt a gush of his hot cum coat her lips and drip off of her. That was her cue. She climbed off of him and snatched her panties from the floor. She then covered his throbbing staff with her panties and kissed him hard on the lips. He remained there for all she knew and she dashed off to find Gary.



Her husband was just off the dance floor with a pouting look on his face and a wet spot on the front of his pants. Anne gave his pooched lower lip a nibble and whispered into his ear. It may have been loud in there but he heard her perfectly. Together the two charged out into the night back to their hotel where he�d confirm that she made him so wet she had to lose her panties. He never asked where she got her beads.



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