Fantasy Fest Delivers

My wife and I went to Fantasy Fest in 2007. After a night of high quality people watching and a few gratis feels on my part, my wife was beginning to make comments about how little attention I was giving her. All night long she had been getting requests, but she had never, and would never give into them. No way. We had been drinking a little...nothing over the top, and she was beginning to lighten up some, but it wasn't until another man's wife came up to me and offer me a cheep feel that she started to get vocal about it. The husband was beside himself when I ran my hands all over her chest, but little did I know that I crossed a line with my wife too. After we walked alone for a little bit she asked me what I would do if she did that. I told her she never would, and she didn't like my attiitude. Now my wife IS a prude, and she is very modestly dressed...always. She immediately challenged me, and as soon as she did, she knew there was no turning back. I stopped the first guy we walked by, and asked him to help me. He was wearing a kilt. Now this guy is with not one, but two women who are very hot. My wife got nervous quick but she wasn't going to let me have the upper hand. I asked him if he would have his picture taken with my wife. WAIT...no cameras! Holding my resolve I stood her next to him, and snapped the first pic. He was puzzled. That's when my wife said "he's calling my bluff". Now he's lost, "What?" Without saying anything at first, my wife started untying her top. Surprised as anyone ever, our new friend started helping her. He pulled her top down and immediately began admiring her ****. Little did he know that he was the first to see them other than me in the last 20 years. My heart pounded, and my new friend gave me the look, "Can I?" I told him it was all up to her. She never said a word, all she could do was melt in his arms. He was a stud. He immediately began fondling her and even kissed her as I stood taking picture after picture. Now he's getting bold, grabbing her **** and ***, and making her hotter than ever. (Later that night, we had th best sex ever, but that's another story). Finally, and there was no way I was going to stop this, he asks my wife if he can get one very special pic for him and his girls. He lifts his kilt and reveals a 7" **** with a **** ring keeping it company. "Would you" is all he said, and she didn't need to be asked twice. She held it in her hand and began pumping it right there on Duval Street! Needless to say, its a night we will never forget. My wife just winked at me and said "how's that?" It was all I could do to contain myself. She gave me fair warning that night. If you're not sure you can handle it, you may not want to go there. Oh, I've gone there.