Joan #3 - Sex Stories

Joan #3

Joan and I flew home the morning after she had fucked Ted. We were both still excited about how it had turned out. That night we talked about it while we were having sex. Living out our fantasy had changed our sex lives for the better. Over the next few weeks, whenever we were horny, we'd talk about how to make it happen again. I had another business trip scheduled, this time to New Orleans. Joan said she'd love to come with me. The trip was on a late Wednesday flight. The plan was for me to work Thursday and Friday, then we would have some time to play. Joan spent Thursday in New Orleans, shopping, eating at a great Cajun restaurant and scouting for sex opportunities. We were alone at dinner that night and she told me about her day. She mentioned that she had heard about Mardi Gras and all the wild things that happened there. While she was talking, she got flushed and I asked her if it gave her any ideas. Joan said, "The idea of flashing my tits at a lot of strange men is very exciting. It makes me very hot." That night, we had hot sex at the hotel. I was talking about her flashing her tits and meeting some guy and wildly fucking him. Joan responded by grunting and talking dirty. "Look at my tits. look at my cunt. Ohhh, look at meee." We both came violently. We hugged, smiled at each other and drifted to sleep. On Friday, I worked all day. At dinner I asked, "How did the scouting go?" Joan said, "I found this club whose theme is Mardi Gras all year. Women flash their tits ...

... and compete to win beads." She said, "You have to pay a hundred dollar membership fee." I said, "It sounds like a bargain to me." Joan did a little happy clapping. We went to the club Friday night. It was in a very nice old French Quarter style building. The interior was luxurious. It had beautiful hardwood floors, chandeliers, Romeo balconies and multiple bars. The place was crowded and there was some New Orleans Jazz playing. The women were scantily dressed. Joan was wearing a glittery T-shirt with the sleeves cut off leaving a gaping hole at her underarms and a very short billowy skirt. As usual, in her hunting mode, she wore no underwear. We got drinks and chatted with the other guests. Joan flirted with several men. The band switched to dance music. Joan and I got up for a slow dance. We held each other tightly and I could feel her excitement building. A man, who introduced himself as Jack, asked Joan to dance. Joan leaned into him and pressed her braless breasts into his chest. He ran his hands down her back then brushed them along her tits. He said, "They feel very nice." Joan blushed and said, "They are." They danced to another slow song. Joan put her arms around his neck and ground her panty less cunt into him. She could feel his growing erection. She humped it and he groaned. After the dance we went for a drink and she told me about Jack's erection and her naughty conduct with him. I kissed and hugged her and could feel the arousal in her. She danced with Jack again ...