She wanted it. It almost hurt her jaws to open that wide so she used her tongue underneath his shaft to guide the way. This drove him wild and he forc...d even more of it into her mouth, which made her start to gag. She pulled back and massaged her prize and began to lick his balls. Little by little she became bolder and began to suck on his cock while wrapping her arms around him a feeling his tight ass. Then a thought hit her. “Will it fit.” It is longer and at least twice as thick as anything. Two stupendous cups, made of a heavy fabric with some kind of elaborate internal wire support, contained and almost covered her breasts. The straps holding the cups were so broad they extended almost from the point of the shoulder to the neck but even so I could see that the weight they carried made them press uncomfortably into her shoulders. More thick material extended some way down her torso from the bottom of the cups and from the way she was fiddling behind her back it was evident that. My wife once again wearing her sheer to the waist, crotchless, tan pantyhose, short skirt with split and black blouse. We sat in a corner booth this time which was a bit more secluded. The guys arrived and moved into the booth, one on either side of my wife again. I got up to fetch drinks and on my return it was difficult to see what my wife was doing as she appeared to be lying down between them. As I got into the booth I could see that in fact she was busy sucking one guy while the other had. Down the wharf a little ways, two carriages are waiting for us. We get into the carriages and go on a tour of the French Quarter. When the tour is over, they drop us off at the hotel. We head back to Bourbon Street for a little while, but drinking and dancing is not what we have on our minds. We stayed with the group for a little while, but eventually made our way back to the hotel. Instead of going to my room, we went up to Vin’s suite. Now, I thought mine was nice, but when you are Vin.