Shelly walked briskly down Bourbon St while I followed close behind. Her fat round ass, encased in a tight, short skirt, swayed from side to side as she deftly navigated through the crowd in her 4" heals. A mass of beads, ranging from small to big, was draped around her neck but they did little to hide her huge, God given breasts.
"Show your tits," a group or drunk boys on a balcony above her serenaded and she stopped abruptly and looked up at them with a defiant smile.
"What ya got for me," she asked in a thick southern drawl. She had grown up in rural Virginia and we had lived in the DC metropolitan area before relocating to the Florida panhandle in 2013. Her pale, chubby hands rested on her wide hips and she looked up expectantly.
"Whoohoo," the boys above cheered loudly. They all looked to be in their mid twenties and each boy wore shorts and tight teeshirts which displayed their well sculpted physiques. They held up several larger beads and my wife pointed to a set of red, white and blue beads that she liked.
Shelly nodded at me and I held my hands out to catch her bounty as she pushed the mass of beads around her neck to her back and started to slowly lift her tight, low cut shirt up. She bared her soft, doughy midriff and nicely tapered waist to the underside of her big DD cup tits and then paused.
The boys cheered louder and my wife popped her sexy bra clad breasts into view. A momentary hush fell around us and my pulse quickened as my wife reached behind her back and quickly unfastened her big lacy black bra letting her tits swing free to a deafening chorus of hoots and hollers. Her hands moved under her giant tits and she weighed them playfully before bringing her right nipple to her mouth and sucking on it for several moments. She was in her element and reveling in her glory.
Shelly had long been a flirt and she adored being the center of attention but for years she had been overly self conscious of her body. She was, and always had been, a thick woman with wide hips and a big delicious ass, and that didn't align with the mainstream media depiction of what an attractive woman was. It was only recently that she had accepted that she was beautiful and sexy because of her body and not inspite of it and the transformation was inspiring and hot. Her new found confidence had insipred a revival of her libido and that had opened a new world of interests to us both.
"Do you want to see more?" She teased as she stood with her tits out and an excited glimmer in her pretty green eyes. She and I had been to New Orleans several times since we'd moved to Florida but we hadn't been during Mardi Gras before and we were both amazed at the hedonistic atmosphere throughout the city.
"Show your pussy," one boy yelled. He was a dark haired boy with a fit body and what appeared to be an impressive bulge in his shorts. A crowd had gathered around my wife and I and neither of us felt safe at that moment.
"Invite us up and I will," Shelly replied as she openly caressed and squeezed her big tits, leaving little doubt what would happen if they did. She and I were relatively new swinging but our kinks knew few boundaries. If it was legal and ethical and no one got hurt we would try it.
Moments later one of the guys from the balcony led us up to their room. My wife was the only woman in a room filled with young men she'd never met and me, and she didn't seem to mind at all.
"So what do I get if I show you my pussy?" She asked as she looked at the small group of guys. Her infectious smile widened and I knew exactly what she wanted.
"Wha, what do you want," one rather timid boy stammered nervously. He held up several large beads but my wife shook her head.
"Nope," she answered quickly. "Quid pro quo. I want to see all of your cocks. If I do I will show you my pussy and you boys can keep my panties."
