Chapter 4: Mardi Gras

September 4, 2092:

The house was finally empty of family member who had come to celebrate the 90th anniversary and the 109th birthday of the couple regarded as the head of the Weber clan. It was great to see the children and all their progeny, and they had a great time. But the festivities took a lot out of the aging couple.

Chris was finally alone in his office, where he could reflect on life and love in peace and quiet. He took a sip of coffee and glanced at his bookshelf, brimming with works that spanned more than a century – some of them his own. His eyes fell on one book in particular and he pulled it out of the shelf.

It was his first novel, a science fiction book set 500 years in the future that told the story of a man facing a brutal death penalty after being falsely accused of adultery. The book was published in 2008, shortly after their 25th birthday.

September 10, 2008:

Much to Chris’ surprise, his first book did fairly well and his publisher wanted him to hold book-signing events around the country. The only time he could do that, though, was on the weekends, since his photojournalist job at the paper kept him busy during the week. Chloe was supportive, but he could tell the trips bothered her. She accompanied him whenever she could, but she ended up working most weekends. Being a nurse in a maternity ward oftentimes required she be available at odd hours.

Toward the middle of October 2008, he had a brainstorm and hoped she would go along with it.

“What do you say we take a weekend off in February or March and go to Mardi Gras?” he asked.

“You mean, like in New Orleans?” she asked in response. He nodded.

“Yeah. It’d be fun, don’t you think?”

“Well, Mardi Gras can get a bit wild, you know,” she said with a smile. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her pretty face.

“That’s the idea,” he said. She lifted up her t-shirt to reveal her B-cup breasts.

“You just want me to show these off for some beads, don’t you?” she asked mischievously.

“I’ll bet you’d come back with more beads than clothes,” he told her. She giggled.

“Okay, you’re on,” she said. “I’ll make the arrangements. You’d better get ready to take lots of pictures.”

The next few months flew by. Chris made sure to call his wife every day when he was gone and the two often spoke for hours, their conversations frequently devolving into phone sex.

Finally, their long-awaited break came in mid-February. Chloe had airline tickets and reservations for them at a nice hotel in New Orleans, so all they had to do was drive to the airport and fly down.

They enjoyed the parades, the local cuisine, the music, the brightly-colored costumes and the fun-filled atmosphere of the city. They were also amazed at how narrow the streets in the French Quarter really were. They looked so much wider on television.

They visited as many of the local shops and watering holes as they could, and yes, Chloe had accumulated a lot of beads, after flashing her bare breasts to a number of people. The phrase, “show your tits,” seemed to be a very popular one.

She had even lifted up her short denim skirt to give everyone a quick glimpse of her tiny panties. Many times, she pulled her panties to the side giving her admirers a glance at her bald pussy. Chris enjoyed the show as well and took lots of photos and video of his wife.

One evening, they walked into a small bar that looked fairly crowded and enjoyed a drink while watching an amateur strip show taking place on the bar. Two girls were busy stripping each other naked on the bar top to the delight of the crowd. Their attention was diverted by a female voice behind them.

“Chloe? Chloe Weber? Is that really you?” a woman said behind them. They turned to see Amy Wilson, a college classmate of Chloe’s. Chloe smiled, squealed and hugged her friend.

“Amy, you remember my husband, Chris,” Chloe said, turning to her husband. Chris shook Amy’s hand.

“Yes, I remember. It’s so good to see you guys. What brings you to New Orleans?” she asked.

“We just decided we needed a break from things so we came down here for a few days,” Chloe said. “So, what’s up with this?” she asked, referring to the show on the bar.

“It’s some kind of an amateur contest. Kinda like a ‘bare as you dare’ thing. Not quite as hot as that thing you did at Spring Break a few years back, but still lots of fun,” she said. Chris remembered that contest. Chloe went all-out and won a crisp $50 bill. “You wanna take a chance?”

“What, on the bar? Seriously?” Chloe asked. Amy nodded.

“Yeah, you and me. It could be fun, just like the old days,” Amy said.

“I don’t know,” Chloe said. “What are the rules?”

“Simple,” Amy said. “Dance, get naked, have fun. No sexual contact, though. What do you say? For old times sake?” Chloe looked at Chris with questioning eyes. He could tell she wanted to give it a shot. He nodded his head, smiling. Chloe smiled wide and looked at her friend.

“Only if Chris can get up close and take video of us. Alright?” she asked. Amy shrugged her shoulders.

“Sure, why not,” she said. “C’mon,” she added, grabbing their hands and pulling them to the front. Chris waited as the two girls spoke to the man in charge of the event. Soon, the two girls had removed their shoes and were on the wide bar barefoot.

They started moving to the music, gyrating their hips while teasing the crowd with flashes of their breasts. Amy whispered something to Chloe, causing her to smile. Chloe turned to her friend, who slowly pulled her short t-shirt up and over her head, leaving her completely topless.

Amy dropped the t-shirt behind the bar and began running her hands up and down Chloe’s body. Chloe cupped her breasts and rubbed the nipples for the audience. Amy ran her hands over Chloe’s breasts, barely avoiding her hard nipples. Chris could tell Chloe was enjoying this.

Chloe then reached out to her friend and lifted her shirt off, leaving Amy topless. She ran her hands over Amy’s body as Amy moved back and forth.

Amy then reached down and unzipped Chloe’s skirt. The short denim skirt fell down Chloe’s legs and she stepped out of it, kicking it behind the bar.

Amy got on her knees and began running her hands up and down Chloe’s legs, running her tongue over Chloe’s bare midriff. She grabbed the sides of Chloe’s tiny panties and teased the crowd by pulling them down a bit before pulling them back up.

Chloe reached down and pulled Amy to her feet. Getting on her knees, she undid the buttons on Amy’s skirt and pulled it down to the top of the bar. Amy stepped out of her skirt and Chloe tossed it behind the bar.

Bouncing up and down, Chloe repeated the moves Amy had made earlier, rubbing her hands up and down the other girl’s legs. Amy then stopped and knelt by Chloe. She grabbed a can of whipped cream and laid Chloe down on the bar. She put some whipped cream around Chloe’s bare breasts and ran a line of cream down her stomach to the top of her panties.

Then she began licking the cream off Chloe’s body, and worked her way down her stomach, putting one finger under her panties. She worked her way back up Chloe’s body before the two exchanged places.

Chloe repeated the whipped cream act on Amy and it was clear to Chris that both girls were getting pretty excited. The crowd enjoyed the show as well.

Once they finished, Amy sat cross-legged on the bar top as Chloe stood up with her legs spread wide. She moved her panty-covered hips back and forth as Amy ran her hands up and down her legs.

Amy then grabbed Chloe’s panties and began working them down her legs, slowly revealing her shaved pussy to the crowd. Amy kept rubbing Chloe’s legs while working her panties to the top of the bar. Once they were all the way down, Chloe stepped out of them, picked them up and tossed them to Chris with a wicked smile.

Amy had now gone wild, running her hands all the way up and down Chloe’s naked body, putting her face close to Chloe’s exposed pussy, running her tongue all around her shaved mound, barely missing her slit. Amy stood up, facing her friend and ground her crotch into Chloe’s for a moment before stepping back.

Chloe reached down and started pulling Amy’s panties down, teasing the crowd with glimpses of her ass. Kneeling, she continued to pull Amy’s panties down. Amy lifted her feet so Chloe could pull them off. Dropping the tiny garment behind the floor, Chloe ran her hands up and down Amy, cupping the girl’s well-defined ass whenever she could.

She stood up and the two girls danced while facing each other, sometimes rubbing their breasts together, causing the crowd to go wild.

Grabbing one of the metal poles in the middle of the bar for support, Chloe raised one foot until it was high above her head, giving the crowd a look at her wet pussy. Amy reached down and pulled her lips open so the crowd could see right into her open pussy.

Chloe then got behind Amy and turned her so the crowd could see her clearly. Wrapping her arms around Amy, she spread her fingers and ran her hands all the way down to Amy’s sparse bush. Amy’s legs were spread wide and she bent backward slightly, giving the crowd a look at her spread lower lips.

The girls separated and danced next to each other for a while before their hands made it to the magic spot between their legs. Both girls made a show of quickly fingering themselves in front of the crowd before the song ended. The crowd erupted in applause as the girls embraced each other on the bar.

They got down off the bar top and quickly dressed, accepting the praise of the crowd. The bartender gave them a coupon good for one drink, which they gratefully accepted before joining Chris.

“God, that was hot,” Chris said as he wrapped his arms around his wife. She smiled and kissed him deeply, their tongues wrestling for a few moments.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she said. Amy joined them with her boyfriend.

“That was fun,” Amy said. She introduced them to her boyfriend, John. After exchanging greetings, Amy continued. “You guys wanna join us? There’s a private balcony party not far from here and we’ve been invited. We got two more tickets if you guys want to come with us. I hear it’s gonna be hot.”

“What the hell,” Chloe said. “Sounds like fun.” Chris agreed so they set off for the party.

“So, what gave you the idea to do that with Amy?” Chris asked quietly as they walked to the party. Chloe shrugged.

“I don’t know, really,” she said. “It’s kinda like a latent fantasy of mine, I guess. I’ve always wondered what it might feel like. You know, I came close to letting her eat my pussy right there.”

“Really?” Chris asked. “Is my wife bi-curious or something?”

“Oh, no, nothing like that,” she said. “It’s just something I’ve seen girls in these contests do on video and I was just a bit curious, that’s all. You’ve got everything I’ll ever want,” she added, grabbing his crotch. “Besides, it’s just Amy. Next to you, she’s my best friend. We’ve always talked about boys. Well, mostly you. She knows we don’t share, but she once told me she’d love to watch us fuck.”

Chris made a mental note of this to himself. He trusted his wife and life-long lover implicitly and wasn’t worried about anything, but this was a side of her he had never seen before. They had always been very open with each other about their love life, discussing everything, even their fantasies. It was one of the first rules they established after they were engaged.