It’s the last weekend of Mardi Gras as I write this, so I feel an obligation to tell the story of my Mardi Gras adventure last year. It does seem mandatory, after all.
I had always wanted to experience Mardi Gras; it was a bucket list item that I had never gotten around to. So last year I told Kimber, my wife, that I wanted to go and she gave me her blessing. But not being into it herself, she said she would book my airfare and hotel for me and that I should have fun. That’s part of what makes our open marriage work so well. She gives me the freedom to do what I want and I don’t give her grief about staying home and not partaking.
As the New Orleans trip was coming together I mentioned it to my friend Marina, who had never been herself, but who was always up for an adventure. Marina is tall, attractive, confident, and assertive. She proposed coming along, and I said sure, it sounded like fun.
Marina and I dived into planning for the trip. And we’re not talking city guidebooks, but lining up dates. She researched single men as well as couples, and I focused on couples (and of course, single women). In the end I got takers in the form of Matt and Leigh, a dating couple in an open relationship in New Orleans. Matt was a corporate lawyer and Leigh was going to school while working as a personal trainer. Their pictures looked great and they were charming and friendly online. We set a date for the Thursday that Marina and I were to be in NOLA.
I’d been to New Orleans before, although not for Mardi Gras, and I loved the city. My (which means our) hotel was in the French Quarter. In fact, we were staying in a room that once belonged to a famous voodoo queen. Very charming! Marina and I enjoyed our time and the city, sometimes together, sometimes separately. We had great sex, met lots of fun people there, and really got into the spirit of the celebration.
Finally Thursday night rolled around, and we met Matt and Leigh for dinner at a beautiful Creole restaurant in the French Quarter. Matt is tall, (6’2”), and the consummate gentleman. Since Marina just about looks me in the eye, she was thrilled. Leigh was effervescent and even more attractive in person than I had hoped. The four of us chatted over dinner and had a lovely time.
We then headed over to the parade route. The Krewe of Muses was the main parade that night, which was part of the reason we had selected the Thursday to get together. The Muses are an all-female Krewe and throw one of the most popular parades during Mardi Gras. We found a good spot, Matt and I bought some beers, and we watched the floats go by. And oh yes, Leigh showed us a video of her getting thoroughly worked over by a BBC. Because, you know, that’s what you do on a swinger’s date.
By this point Matt and Marina were chatting and flirting, while I was focused on Leigh. Everyone was getting along well, and we were starting to get horny. So we decided to skip the rest of the parade and walked back to my hotel room, Matt paired with Marina while I strolled with Leigh. While we were walking back Leigh and I compared notes and agreed that all four parties were indeed pleased with the pairings (I had previously checked with Marina) so all was good.
Back at the hotel room Matt produced a bottle of wine and Leigh excused herself to the restroom, only to emerge in a sexy black teddy. (She had worn jeans and a black cable knit turtleneck to the parade, it being February and all.)
Leigh gave Matt a kiss, which felt like an “all clear” connection with him, then moved toward me. I kissed her deeply and well, and felt her beautiful curves under my hands. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Matt and Marina standing near the other side of the bed, doing something very similar.
Eventually the black teddy came off, along with the black bra and black underwear underneath. We made it to the bed, where I went down on Leigh, and she gave me head. Matt and Marina had the other half of the bed and were also having fun, with Matt going down on Marina. As a side note, Matt was an incredible gentleman, ending up spending I’d have to say 45 minutes or so eating out Marina’s pussy – and I’m not exaggerating. Leigh and I went through several positions while Matt was spending his sweet time between Marina’s legs. Lucky Marina!
Eventually someone tapped out – I’m not entirely sure who – but I think maybe Matt wanted to be with Leigh for a bit, so we swapped partners for a while. I gave Marina a good, solid fuck and she appeared to have a nice orgasm. I always love watching Marina come because her eyes quite literally roll up into her head and she loses all touch with the world around her. She also becomes hyper-sensitive, so even the slightest stroke of her nipples or pussy sends her into convulsions. It was nice to put her in that state again.
But I still hadn’t come so this time Leigh decided to take one for the team. I flipped her onto her hands and knees and inserted my cock into her warm, waiting pussy. I thrust rhythmically in and out, increasing in frequency, subjecting her ass and her back to my firm grasp, and enjoying the side view of her tits bouncing back and forth.
Eventually I felt myself getting close and started letting out a guttural growl, building in volume as I got closer to my climax. Finally, with a rush of endorphins, I exploded into her pussy – well, into the condom between my cock and her pussy – and collapsed onto the bed, breathless.
The four of us enjoyed some post-coital cuddling and chatting. It turns out that Leigh has a touch of OCD and is quite into numbers. We were chatting about how many partners we had all had and I told her what number she was – one away from a number with a strong sexual innuendo. She was bummed she had just missed it, but not because of the sexual connotation. She wanted the number because it is divisible by 3, and its other divisor is a prime number. Told you she was a little OCD.
But she was sweet, and really incredibly fun. And it turns out my next conquest was this huge smoker chick in Boston who was like kissing an ashtray. Who was also very sweet of course, but who wouldn’t have cared what her number was. And since I’m the only one keeping track anyway, who’s going to audit my books or reprimand me if I swap the order of two of my friends? Right?
So here’s to you, Leigh – enjoy being lucky number 69!
[Post-script: since I originally wrote that story several years ago, the number is well into the triple digits by now. Keep an eye on this space and I’ll occasionally be publishing additional blog entries detailing some of those adventures…]
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