****** New Orleans Foursome by Craver ******
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New Orleans Foursome


When New Orleans was announced as the location of an industry conference I
attend each year, I was thrilled. Both Kat, my wife, and I love the Big Easy.
We were doubly thrilled over the conference site since we'd been telling
friends of ours, Lars and Inga, about how much fun New Orleans can be. Lars
here on assignment with a major international corporation, and he and I had
already made plans to attend the conference together, with our wives,
regardless of where it was to be held. Therefore, as soon as the New Orleans
location was announced, Lars and I made reservations for us to attend,
requesting adjoining rooms in the large Canal Street conference hotel.

On the first class flight from New York, we enjoyed champagne and caviar as we
made plans to fully exploit some of the decadent pleasures available in New
Orleans. We had previously engaged in some very enjoyable shared sex with Lars
and Inga, so Kat and I knew how adventurous our Swedish friends could be. Inga,
a tall, blue-eyed, slinky blonde is physically the exact opposite of my snappy
brown-eyed Kat, a short brunette with a voluptuous body. Sexually, however,
they are very much alike. Both are eager exhibitionists, quick to expose
themselves in public, which they know excites both Lars and I. Also, both Kat
and Inga love to be the sexual center of attention among a group of men,
something Lars and I have arranged for them on two previous occasions with
extremely exciting and satisfying results for all of us.

Upon arrival at the hotel we checked in and made plans for a quick dip in the
pool before dinner. Inga donned one of her typically skimpy bikinis, while Pat
slithered into a sexy one piece which did little to reveal her spectacular
body. As we sat around the pool I couldn't help but notice how many men openly
stared at our two beautiful wives. Especially mine. On a previous occasion Kat
had accepted my challenge, and on a dare, cut the lining out of her white
swimsuit. Dry, the suit is fairly transparent, but when wet it as though she's
wearing a sheer curtain. When she walked back from the pool to her chaise
lounge chair, I swallowed when I again noticed how naked she appears in the wet
suit. My cock and balls tingled, and I swelled with pride in more ways than one
as I observed the impression her practically naked body made on the businessmen
at the pool.

"Such a naughty girl you are," Inga teased as Kat sat down next to us, toweling
off after her swim.

"Yes, I am, aren't I," Kat mused, her eyes signaling the promise of even more
exciting, audacious acts to come.

That night we dined in one of the many excellent restaurants in the French
Quarter. Our perfectly prepared meal of crawfish etouffee was wonderful, as was
the crisp, dry Chardonnay we selected to accompany it. Afterward, a delicious
dessert of candied chestnut and vanilla ice cream smothered in hot fudge sauce
was paired with some of New Orleans' delicious, strong chicory coffee. What a
great meal!

Strolling among the narrow streets of the French Quarter we were all in a good
mood as we admired windows filled with antiques, Mardi Gras masks, and other
various attractive items. Gradually, the feel of the area began to change, and
it wasn't long before we found ourselves in a much seedier section of the
Quarter. When Lars spotted a bar featuring nude dancers he insisted we go in
for a nightcap.

Inside we found a vacant table near the stage, a long runway surrounded by bar
stools occupied by men, mostly alone, but occasionally in groups of two or
three. On the runway a stoned looking bleached blonde was moving her body in
what I assumed was supposed to be some form of dancing. She was about as
exciting as a bag of dirty laundry, and most of the men at the bar seemed as
disinterested in watching her as she was in dancing for them. The song ended,
and she quickly picked up her thin robe and exited the stage. Lars remarked
that he had seen sexier women with their clothes on than the dancer was with
hers off. I agreed, pointing out the impression our wives had made on the men
at the pool earlier that day.

"Ya, maybe you girls should dance for the men here. Give them a real treat," he
said, winking at Kat.

"Maybe we should," she said. I wondered if she was kidding or serious.
Sometimes it's very hard to tell, even after 12 years of marriage. As the
conversation continued, however, I soon found she was serious.

"I wonder how much we could make in tips if we did dance for these poor
schmucks," Kat said quizzically.

I asked her if she really would do it, and she gave me a look as though to say,
"surely you're not serious." She would, I knew, if challenged. And then Lars
challenged her.

"Kat... do it. I'll speak to the manager. Go on. Thrill them," Lars said, his
eyes daring her.

"I will if Inga does," Kat said, turning to Inga.

"Sure. Why not. It could be exciting," Inga said.

It was settled. Lars got up and walked over to a man in a shabby tuxedo. They
spoke for a few moments as the man looked over at our wives. Smiling, he and
Lars shook hands, then Lars returned. "So who goes first?" he asked.

"Me. I will," Kat smiled, then to me... "Okay, darling? It might get a little
nasty. I feel exceptionally naughty tonight."

I felt my cock tingling again, as it had at the pool, and when I nodded my
agreement, Kat kissed me gently, then moved toward the stairs leading to the
runway stage.

She spoke to the man in the tux, and he walked away, toward a stereo system
located in the back of the room where he selected a CD apparently requested by
my wife. As soon as the familiar strains of the old, very sexy Donna Summer
tune began playing, Kat walked onto the stage. She was wearing a short black
minidress, black stockings, attached I knew to a sexy garter belt beneath the
skimpy dress. She was also not wearing a bra.

She began to move, slowly at first, letting the music flow over her as the men
at the bar suddenly began to notice her. This was no washed out bimbo... this
was an elegant thirty-something classy woman, and she was about to strip for
them. I felt my cock hardening now, and as we watched my graceful, seductive
wife she slowly began to raise the hem of her dress...higher... then higher,
exposing a white expanse of flesh above the top of her lacy black stockings.
The men began to applaud, whistling and hooting as Kat slid the dress even
higher, exposing her black bikini panties and garter belt. One of the men
called her closer to him, and as Kat swayed seductively in front of him I saw
him reach up and slide a bill into her stocking. She thanked him, slithering
away, on to the next man while moving the dress further up her body. Just
before she slid the dress above her breasts she paused, eliciting an outcry of
voices from the horny, appreciative men.

And then she did it. She removed the dress entirely, allowing her full, naked
breasts to jiggle seductively for the men. Kat was at least two bra sizes
larger than the girl who preceded her, and the men appreciated the difference.
More bills were stuffed into Kat's stockings, and garter belt. Then, with every
person in the place watching her, Kat slowly began to unsnap the garters
holding her stockings in place. When the suspenders were all released, she
slowly started to roll her panties down her body.

Men were shouting, screaming, giddy with delight at the prospect of seeing
Kat's beautiful pussy. She looked at me for a moment, and her eyes were cloudy,
filled with lust. And then she did it. She casually slid the panties all the
way down her body, stepping out of them gracefully, letting them drop to the
floor near her dress. More hands reached out for her, and when she moved close
to them, the men began sliding bills inside the garter belt... and over her
body, touching her thighs, fondling her as she allowed it to happen. Clearly
excited, Kat reached down and began rubbing her stomach, just above her crotch.
The whistles continued, and as though she were powerless to stop them, her
fingers slid down over the little tuft of pubic hair above her shaved pussy...
and then into her wet cunt. "UHHHH!" we heard her gasp above the noisy crowd. I
recognized the sound, and knew my sexy wife was coming... right there on stage,
in front of perhaps ten or fifteen groping, horny men. They were touching her
everywhere now, pulling her body closer to them, fondling her breasts, her
thighs, her ass... everything. And she was loving it.

As though on cue, Kat dropped to her knees in front of her audience, her legs
spread, pussy gaping open. And then she leaned back, edging forward as though
competing in some kind of depraved limbo contest, closer to the men in front of
her. Open. Spread. Nasty. One of the men, I noticed, had inserted a finger
inside her, and as we continued to watch, she moved closer still, finally
allowing him to begin sucking her.

My cock was rock hard. "I can't believe they aren't stopping this," I said to
Lars.

"The man told me they are well protected, and have no limits in here. Bribery
makes many things possible, Rob."

"Apparently," I said. Kat was coming again now, her hands holding the back of
the man's head as he buried his face in her pussy. Suddenly I felt Inga's
fingers reaching out for me. When she grasped my cock, I quickly unzipped my
trousers and allowed her to take out my throbbing, erect prick. Her fingers
were cool on my hot flesh, and magical, and in seconds I felt myself coming,
spewing my hot sperm everywhere beneath the small table. She giggled, and I
sighed, gasping for breath.

On stage, Kat had finally pulled back from the man who'd been eating her. She
looked dazed for a moment, then smiled at the crowd, stood, and slowly slipped
on her panties and dress before leaving the stage to a chorus of delighted
cheers from the men around the runway. Kat returned to the table, grinned at
me, and then turned to Inga. "Your turn, darling. I think I've sufficiently
warmed them up for you."

Inga removed her hand from my cock, then, while staring at Kat, began licking
her fingers. "You did a marvelous job of exciting your husband, Kat," she said.
"He came wonderfully for me."

"I'll try to return the favor for Lars while you're dancing," Kat smiled. Inga
leaned over and kissed Kat, softly, her lips lingering a moment longer than
necessary, and I wondered just how friendly our wives were while Lars and I
were at work. Then Inga turned to Lars. "You did say there are 'no limits' in
here, didn't you, darling?"

"Yes," Lars answered. "Do you think you might be able to top what Kat did?"

Inga just smiled mischievously, then walked over to the man in the tux. They
conversed for a moment, after which he returned to the stereo system, selecting
a new CD. The music began, another slow, sex tune, and Inga stepped on stage.
The men were riveted as the tall, beautiful blonde moved toward them. Inga was
wearing a short yellow tennis skirt, and a thin white tube top. She was clearly
braless, and as she began to sway with the music, the men began to howl again.
I was certain they'd never seen anyone anywhere near as beautiful as my wife
and Inga on stage in here before, and when Inga began edging her hands toward
the bottom of her top, the cheers, whistles, and catcalls erupted again.

Next to me Kat moved her hand beneath the table, toward Lars. I saw him gasp
silently, then smile. Kat was returning the favor already. On stage, Inga
removed her top, displaying her perky breasts. I've always been in awe of
nipples that seem to point up, as hers do. Apparently the men appreciated them
as well, whistling and clapping for her as she began to remove her skirt. In
seconds she was standing next to them wearing only a pair of very sexy thong
bikini panties. Turning, she faced away from the men, then bent low, spreading
her legs, touching her ankles, forcing the thin string of the thong panties
into the crack of her ass. Dollar bills began raining down onto the stage, and
when Inga turned around, her face was flushed. She looked over at our table,
and grinned when she noticed Kat and Lars huddled closely together. Lars had
his arm over Kat's shoulder, and it was evident she was masturbating him
beneath the table.

Brazenly, Inga began rolling her panties down over her thighs, her knees, then
completely off. Standing naked in front of the men, she began touching herself,
just as Kat had done, only as she masturbated she stood far enough away from
the men so they couldn't reach her. She was appraising them, her eyes glassy,
excited. Then she pointed at a young man, crooking her finger at him, signaling
him to come on stage with her. In seconds a large, well built young man jumped
up onto the stage, his friends cheering, egging him on. He was wearing a pair
of faded jeans, boating shoes, and a Polo shirt. Inga held her arms out to him,
and instantly he hugged her, kissing her while she pressed her body into his.
His hands were on her ass, cupping her cheeks, and the shouts from the men
louder than ever now. Inga broke the kiss, then moved back from the man,
stripping the shirt from his body. He grinned proudly as his well-developed
muscular chest came into view, and when Inga slid to her knees in front of him,
his expression changed from one of pride to one of disbelief as he felt the
beautiful blonde's fingers unsnapping his jeans. Then Inga was tugging them
down, pulling them off his long legs, leaving him in a skimpy pair of jockey
shorts, his erection clearly evident.

"Ya?" she shouted to the crowd, her fingers grasping the top of his briefs,
asking for approval to pull them down. The men went crazy, shouting their
encouragement, and as we watched Inga suddenly yanked the shorts from the man's
body, revealing a very large cock, fully erect, and pointing directly at her
face.

Without hesitation, Inga began sucking the gasping man, the cheeks of his ass
in her hands, pulling him into her, forcing his cock deeper inside her mouth.
Lars was gasping now as well as he watched his wife blowing the man on stage
while Kat masturbated him.

"She's really hot, isn't she, Lars," Kat said, her voice excited.

"Ya... like you," Lars said, his gaze flitting back and forth between his wife
and Kat.

"You mean like this?" Kat grinned, lowering her head to his cock as I watched,
sucking him as Inga sucked the man on stage. Suddenly the man began to yell,
groaning audibly as his knees buckled. He was actually coming... in her
mouth... right there on the stage in front of everyone. Quickly Inga pulled the
spurting cock out of her mouth and directed its flow onto her breasts, grinning
as the man fought to remain standing. His back was bent forward as his body
jerked and trembled. His dimpled ass cheeks signaled each new spurt of cum, and
it seemed to me he came for a hellishly long time before finally Inga released
his softening cock.

"Oh ya!" Lars grunted, and I turned just in time to see him filling my wife's
mouth with his own hot cum. Kat was grinning at me, our eyes staring deeply
into one another's, and when finally Lars was finished coming, Kat made a big
production out of swallowing his cum for me.

"Oh fuck... that was wonderful!" Lars exclaimed. And I'm sure it was. Believe
me. I know. I've been there and done that, many times. Kat is the greatest when
it comes to oral sex.

Eventually Inga returned to our table, looking smug. "Well Kat... you were
right. Everything you told us about this city is true. Great food and nasty,
exciting sex. What more could anyone wish for? I love it here."

She was right, of course, and the thing that thrilled me most was that we had
only just arrived....

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