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Travels of a White Wife
(Author Unknown)

     Thomas was waiting in the bar at Antoine's, standing as he saw Brad and Eva, giving a low whistle and extending a long arm over Eva. "Damn girl, spin around and let me see you from all angles." She did with a broad smile and gave him a chaste welcome hug. Thomas extended his hand to Brad and shook it. "I'm so glad you accepted my invitation. I hope I was not too forward last night, but for some reason it seemed right at the time."

     "No offense taken," Brad said. "Thanks for the invitation." 

     The waiter led them to their table in one of the rooms off the main dining area, quieter, and after giving a brief history of the restaurant to Brad and Eva when the waiter learned he had newcomers, drinks were delivered all round.

     The conversation was light, places Brad and Eva had seen during the day, more about their hometown, why they were in New Orleans, and nothing about the previous evening, although they all knew the conversation would go there at some point. Thomas remained personable and talkative, as if he were an old friend they had not seen in years. 

     They all declined dessert, opting for Irish coffees all round, and as they sipped their coffee Thomas gave a smile. "So, let me guess. After last night your sex life has been off the charts?"

     The sly glance Eva gave Brad and he returned gave the answer, as did Eva's giggle. Thomas arched his eyebrows. "Last night, this morning, this afternoon," Eva admitted, somewhat proudly. "That is something of a record for us in recent years."

     "Would you consider that positive or negative?" Thomas asked.

     "Positive, of course," Brad said.

     "That's common," Thomas said. "A desire you would like to continue, to maintain?" The couple nodded. 

     "It's called flying close to the flame, dancing on the edge of the rabbit hole, playing with fire. There is a danger there, and with that comes excitement and adrenaline.  What you experienced was a tiny taste of that excitement," Thomas said.

     "What, hotwifing?" Eva asked.

     "Not necessarily. Playing around the edge, exploring, experimenting, breaking some rules. You've already sampled a taste, perhaps you would like to continue tonight."

     "What do you have in mind?" Brad asked warily. 

     "Why don't we hang out for a while tonight, follow my lead, ask questions, talk, have some drinks, some fun, and if you are merely uncomfortable for a moment, let it pass. If you get freaky and want to stop for certain, we end it right there and we've had a great time up to that point. Fair enough?"

     Brad glanced at Eva and she was nodding. There was no doubt she wanted to spend more time with Thomas. "OK, we can try it for a while," Brad agreed.

     "Great," Thomas said. "Any objection to starting with a pub crawl? Come along boys and girls," he said. As the stood he extended his arm to Eva. "OK Brad, here's something new. Hang back and watch the looks your beautiful white wife gets on the arm of a black man. Stay close, but far enough back that it is clear she is with me. Nothing too forward or out of the way, only walking around. You OK with trying that?"

     "Sure, no harm in that," Brad agreed. 

     "Eva?"

     "I'm good," she smiled warmly at Thomas. "This could be fun," she said, although Brad was not sure she was saying it to Thomas or himself. Brad followed the tall man and his wife about 10 steps back, and as asked did enjoy the looks of disdain from a few older couples. The middle-aged couples had a different reaction. The men would do a double take on the beautiful woman walking by, while several of the wives gave a look that could only be considered envy. What surprised Brad was the spring in his wife's step. She was vibrant, smiling, and enjoyed being in public with others thinking she was with this black man. As they continued walking Thomas reached for her hand, and they continued holding hands into the first bar. Brad went to the other end of the bar and ordered his drink. When everyone's drink came Thomas raised his glass to Brad, and then clicked his glass in a toast to Eva.

     Brad did not get too close as they continued to the second bar, Pat. O's this time, and when Thomas and Eva took a metal table beside one of the flaming fountains Thomas motioned Brad over. Brad took a seat, and Eva reached out for his hand. "You OK baby?" she asked.

     "Sure," Brad said.

     "Did you see what I was talking about?" Thomas asked. "The reaction of some of the people we passed."

     "Yes, it was interesting." 

     "It was hot," Eva interjected. Thomas gave her a smile.

     "Everyone comfortable? Ready to carry on?"

     "Sure," Eva said, and Brad nodded. The next two bars were the same as the first, Thomas and Eva at one end of the bar with Brad at the other, observing, watching the reactions of those around them. This one was darker, more intimate, and Eva was leaning into Thomas, paying more attention to him, and as they stood to leave Thomas briefly put his arm around her, steadying her. The fourth bar had booths on one side, and Thomas and Eva took one side. Brad hesitated, caught Thomas' eyes and did not get a wave over, and he reluctantly took a seat at the bar.

     Eva got up to go to the restroom, and Thomas approached, motioning to the bartender and telling him to put all Brad's drinks on his tab. "You still good?" Thomas asked. 

     "Yes."

     "You OK with your wife paying attention to another man? Is it exciting you? I am betting that it does."

     "So far," Brad said. 

     "Well unless you object I am going to pick things up a little, I have a feeling it is maybe even expected by your wife. I'm asking you to play along. You've dreamed of her being this open, haven't you? It is happening. Are you all right with it happening in front of you?"

     "Yes. I can't believe any of this is happening," Brad said.

     "Enjoy your double," Thomas said. He returned to the booth and stood to let Eva take the inside of the booth, still within Brad's view. They were talking with their heads close together, and as she looked up Thomas gave her a quick kiss. She didn't pull away. Eva looked at Brad and smiled and Brad gave her a thumb up. Eva initiated the next kiss with Thomas. Thomas half turned in the seat, whispered something in her ear, and Brad could see the hand of Thomas on his wife's thigh, playing just above her knee with his finger tips and moving higher, under her skirt, sliding up her leg slowly. Brad felt his cock harden. He could not believe his demure wife was acting like this with anyone, especially in a public bar. 

     Eva made no move to stop him, assisting Thomas by opening her legs. His hand was under her skirt briefly, not enough for anyone to notice. He whispered something more, signaled for the check, and he too went to the restroom.

     Brad's wife rose from the booth and came toward Brad, leaning on him. "Damn this is so hot. Did you see? Are you still OK?"

     "Yes. I saw."

     "It's hot, everyone thinking I am with Thomas. You wanted me to flirt, how am I doing?" she asked, the hint of a slur around the edge of her words. 

     "You are doing fine," Brad said.

     "God I am so turned on. Is it exciting you?" She leaned over toward his ear as she did, sliding her hand over the front of his pants. "Yeah, looks like it is."

     "And you?"

     "I'm dripping, my panties are soaked," Eva said. "I even let Thomas touch my panties to see how wet I was. I can't believe I'm being this forward." 

     "You ready to call an end?" Brad asked.

     "No, I'm not," Eva said. "But if you are freaking I guess we could. You are my husband after all. But you said..."

     "I know what I said, I'm good," Brad said.

     "If you are not, say so. I do not want you making a scene later," Eva said.

     "I'm fine, let's keep going," Brad said, watching as Thomas approached, and again as the black man took Eva's hand and led her outside. Brad went to the restroom himself, came out on the street and did not see them. He panicked for a second, not knowing which way to go, and went to his right, back toward Bourbon Street. That was when he saw them. Thomas had pulled Eva back into a doorway and they were locked in a kiss. Her back was to him, but from that angle he could easily see Thomas' black hands sliding up his wife's side and then around to play with her breasts. 

     It was an awkward moment for Brad, he started to say something, but then realized it was a more intense replay of what had happened the night before in the Monteleone bar. It was OK then, he would feel like a fool saying something now. 

     They broke the embrace and checking to make sure Brad was nearby, continued to Bourbon and deeper into the Quarter, turning in to Laffite's Blacksmith Shop. 

     It was dark inside, let only by dim candles in glass holders. Thomas led Eva to the corner near the restrooms, and Brad stopped at the bar for another drink. He could hardly see them in the dark light, and he stepped closer to the dark corner, taking a seat near the doorway. 

     Brad tried to make out his wife and Thomas, a few feet away into the darkness, and as his eyes adjusted he saw the candle glare kept him from seeing anything more than knowing his wife and the tall black man were in another kiss and embrace. They did not notice when Brad moved to the seat on the wall a few feet away, without a candle between him and them. 

     Brad could see more when Thomas picked up the candle on their table and blew it out. Sitting in the near total darkness with the only illumination from candles a couple of tables away Brad could see his wife more clearly and was stunned at what he saw. 

     Thomas had been kissing Eva, but with his left hand around her back he had pulled her top aside to bare a breast and he was sucking on her nipple, and his other hand was between her legs. From the rhythmic movement of his arm it was clear his fingers were inside Eva. Brad's wife was biting her lip to keep from crying out, and as Brad eased closer he could see Eva was rubbing Thomas' cock through his pants. It didn't last long, not enough for Eva to get off, but for certain further than she had gone with any other man since she had been married, far beyond what anyone would call flirting, and for absolute certainty the most brazen she had been in front of her husband.

     Brad knew he should say something now, as he felt they were approaching a point of no-return and he knew it. He also knew he was rock hard, and strangely was not insulted or threatened by what another man, a black man, was doing to his wife. Instead he was turned on, wanting to see how much further she would let things go. The further she dared taking things the more he was excited. No, he could not stop her now. She said she would be the one to choose when to halt, he repeated in his mind. Even as the thought flashed through his mind, just as quick Brad also questioned if the beautiful white woman with a black man's mouth sucking on her bare nipple and his fingers inside her was in a state to make a rational decision.

     Thomas and Eva broke their embrace, Eva moved off his lap and adjusted her dress, glancing around nervously. They tossed back what was left of their drinks and only then were they aware of the closeness of Brad. Eva reached out for his hand and taking it pulled him to her. Brad scooted over and joined them at the small table.

     "You saw us?" Eva said.

     "Yes."

     "This is so hot. Thank you for allowing it. Am I surprising you? Any more pushing about me letting go?"

     "None at all," Brad smiled. "You are surprising, and amazing." 

     "Are you as turned on as I am?" Eva asked.

     "Every bit as turned on." Even as he said he had a feeling of loss of control to where this was going. Eva took his hand and pressed something wet into it. 

     "What?"

     "It's my thong. I pulled it off when we came in. Keep it for me," she whispered to Brad.

     "I have a couple of bottles in my room, why don't we go there for a nightcap," Thomas said. The implication was clear but not stated. If they went to his room, odds were things would go beyond the groping in the darkness of a bar. There was not a pause in their answer.

     "I'm in," Eva said enthusiastically. "Aren't we Brad?"

     "I guess," Brad said. Eva excused herself to go to the restroom again. Thomas leaned over. 

     "If what has been going on has turned you on in the least, if seeing your wife get hot and horny with someone else fires you up, I can tell you for sure she is even more fired up. You are not going to believe how hot your sex life is going to become after tonight, all you need to do is let it happen. Understand? You wanted her more open, it is almost a guarantee you are about to witness that happening, just roll with it tonight. Have I been wrong about anything so far?"

     "No," Brad said.

     "Trust me on this, play along," Thomas said, breaking into a smile as Eva approached.

     "OK," Brad said, cramming his wife's soaked thong into a back pocket.