Our Wild Adventures 
Part 6 - The Mardi Gras Debacle
Continuing the latest story in the saga that began with "The Tale of Our Isle"

This is the story of that terrible day, when everything went wrong with Annie, and how a situation that had been building for months finally came to a head. This story is painful to remember, and even more painful to write, but it finally needs to be told.  I'd been in love with Annie since I was 15 years old, and would have done anything to keep all this from happening.  For that reason, this story hurts all the more.

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Annie and I were back home from Florida for only a couple days when she got that call.  I had just gotten back from the DMV office with my new driver's license, and Annie didn't realize that I was home.  Since I had recently learned how to block out my mind from Annie, she apparently didn't sense my presence as I entered the house. So I stood in the kitchen and overheard her taking a call from one of those porn producers who talked to her in Vegas.  

"Oh yes, Mr. Breeze, how good of you to call.... Yes, thank you, so you have often said!...  *hee hee* You are always certainly so very complimentary of my bosom!...  Oh my, you cad!  You are indeed a very naughty boy, aren't you?"

Billy Breeze!  That greasy scumbag pornographer from Vegas!  He made a crack about wanting to fuck Annie and having her juicy tits in his movies, and she smacked him across the face.  How things have changed.  I can't believe that Annie was now actually speaking with him!

"Why yes, of course I am still interested in your offer!... Oh yes, it sounds like delightful fun!  No, my husband is not interested in participating in your productions.... No, he will not be an obstacle....   I would be very happy to proceed without him....  Well, of course he trusts me!....

"Oh yes!  Certainly!  As I mentioned before, I would be VERY happy to perform in a film featuring YOU!...  Oh, I am sure that you are!!!...   Ho ho, you are surely a naughty boy indeed!...  I anxiously await the opportunity!

"Mardi Gras?  In New Orleans?  No, we had no such plans....  I have long heard of the parade, it sounds like quite the festival.....  Oh, really?...  Oh, REALLY???  Why, I had no inkling!.....  No, he most assuredly did not mention it....  Well, I should certainly should wish to participate in THAT!....  

"Oh yes, most definitely!  Yes, I believe that can be easily arranged....  So it is agreed.... We shall meet in Louisiana during Mardi Gras.... Indeed.... Oh, that would be delightful!...  Oh my, you make a devilishly enchanting proposition!...  I anxiously look forward to it!  Thank you, Mr. Breeze.....  Billy!...  Yes, goodbye!"

Dammit.  I used to be naive enough to think Annie was just a pricktease toward other guys.  Lately, I have been getting a crash course in what Annie is really like.  So now I come to find out that Annie is cooking up plans behind my back to cheat on me with some asshole porn producer.  She's actually made arrangements to star in a porno movie without me, and fuck some other guy on camera.  Dammit all anyway.  Did she think that I wouldn't find out?  

Annie really has not been the same since that day on the slopes.  She's been acting more and more erratic all the time, ever since we drank that old love wine.  She's beyond merely flirtatious, and lately has been acting outright slutty toward other guys.  She used to be my devoted wife and lover, and only had eyes (and tits) for me.  Or so I thought.  But lately she's been flashing her big tits around Vegas and Florida, and she even performed "virtual" sex acts with other guys.  I've tried to be forgiving, but now she wants to actually do it with guys in the "real world."  Annie is actively planning to hook up with some scumbag porn producer and play the slut on film.  

So this asshole Breeze told Annie all about the boob flashing at Mardi Gras.  How do I handle this situation?  The festivities are going on right now, this week, though the big day itself is coming up, and Annie made a date to meet him there.  Wonder how she was planning to get away from me?  We've never left home without each other before, except for the occasional short errand in town, like mine today.  

I did have an idea how to handle this situation, to fight fire with fire.  I backed up quietly to the door, turned the knob loudly, and then closed it again, like I was just arriving home.  I walked through the kitchen to see Annie standing in the library.

"Oh!  Robert!"  Annie sputtered, not expecting to see me back so soon.  "So you are home!  My, that was a brief errand!"

Annie came over and rested her arms on my shoulders, pressing her big bouncy tits against my chest.

"My Love, I just spoke to Hoku," Annie lied.  "She requires me to travel with her to meet our lawyers in San Francisco tomorrow, in connection with a business matter.  I shall only be gone perhaps two or three days.  But I will be thinking of you the whole time."

"Annie, you need to cancel that trip," I began, weaving a lie of my own, "because we're taking another vacation!"

"Oh?" replied Annie.

"Yeah!  We're going to New Orleans for Mardi Gras!"

Annie blanched, all the color draining out of her gorgeous face.  

"O-oh my," Annie stammered, at a loss for words.  "Well, this is so sudden!"

"Annie, you're going to love it!  It's a big street party, with all these parades.  There's food, music and dancing, lots of people in the streets."

"Sounds lovely," replied Annie, crestfallen that her plans were derailed.

"You do you know what the girls do at Mardi Gras, don't you?"

"N-no, what?"  she lied again.

"The girls get drunk and wild and flash their boobs at guys in exchange for these bead necklaces."

"Oh, is that right?" replied Annie absently, looking down nervously at the floor.  

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.  "All you ever talk about is dancing at strip bars and getting out your big titties for every strange guy on the street.  Well, here's your big chance!"

"Well... mmm... what shall I then tell Hoku?" Annie replied evasively.  "She was most insistent."

"Oh hell, let me talk to her," I answered, pulling out my phone, "her little 'business matter' can wait a couple days."

"No!  Don't!" shot back Annie frantically, afraid of being caught in a lie.  "What I mean to say is, I will speak to Hoku myself."     

"So then we're going to Mardi Gras?" I asked Annie.

"Yes Robert, we will go," replied Annie dejectedly.  This time I managed to thwart Annie's plan for cheating on me.  But it was now clear that I needed to try harder and somehow be more indulgent with Annie's impulses if I wanted to keep her.  

I don't know when Annie had a chance to break her date with Billy Breeze, since I never left her alone after that.  Whatever the case, the next day, we were on the plane to New Orleans when I brought up an unexpected subject with Annie.

"Annie, I've been thinking.  You have been pestering me to make those sexy porn movies with you.  Well okay then, let's just do it!"

"Oh?"  replied Annie warily.  "And what, do tell, has brought about this sudden change of heart?" 

"Well, I had a really good time on the beach in Florida, and I'm just feeling different about getting naked with you in front of other people.  You've wanted us to make movies in a studio, in front of a production crew, and and I'm ready to give it a try.  So how about we call that Billy Breeze, and let his studio make some hard core movies of us in action?  Maybe we can even launch our website through his company."

Annie looked very skeptical, and crestfallen that her plans for infidelity were thwarted.  She was really looking forward to fucking that asshole on camera!  

"Very well, Robert," replied Annie with a sigh.  

"What the hell, Annie," I prodded, "I thought you'd be happy!"

Annie just scowled at me, as if she were suspicious of the motives behind my sudden reversal.  But she didn't say anything more.  Just then Hoku Jones, Annie's majordoma, emerged from the cockpit.

"Lady Berkshire, we'll be landing in New Orleans in 15 minutes."

"Thank you, Hoku," answered Annie politely.

Hoku looked at me before turning back to the cockpit, where she was sitting with her boyfriend Mike, Annie's pilot.  Hoku's gorgeous blue eyes lingered on mine for just a moment too long.  Hoku has lately been giving me "the eye," and you better believe that it has not gone unnoticed or unappreciated by me.  Annie has been wanting an open marriage lately, and I don't want that.  I'd much rather be devoted to my gorgeous wife keep the passionate flames of love burning between us.  But if I did, Hoku is the one that I'd really like to be "open" with.

Hoku is a delightful blend of English and Polynesian heritage, and she embodies the sexiest traits of both sides.  Her stunning blue eyes are an unlikely contrast to her copper-colored complexion.  Her tiny little nose is set above a full, luscious mouth, with thick lips that look great for kissing, or for wrapping around a big cock.  Her long, thick, shiny black hair falls to her round shoulders and halfway down her narrow back, looking smolderingly hot.  

I always preferred sexy brunettes before Annie came into my life.  My late first wife Diana was a sexy brunette herself.  Sometimes I wondered what I missed most about Diana... whether I missed her for herself, or her smolderingly sexy brunette style.  It was hard for me to be around Hoku all the time.  Though Annie was incredibly sexy in every respect, I really was distracted by her dark and striking personal assistant, Hoku.  And lately, I'm getting the clear message that Hoku is just as distracted by me. 

Hoku is nearly always professionally dressed, and likes to wear light-colored clothing made of natural fabrics, with a skirt and matching jacket.  She usually wears print blouses, with several buttons left undone, to reveal a considerable length of bronze cleavage.  Like Annie, Hoku never wears a bra, and her blouses hug her large breasts tightly, so that the thin fabric reveals her soft nipples gently poking through from underneath.  

If she were to wear a bra, I judged that Hoku would probably wear at least a GG cup.  Hoku's tits may not be as friggin' ginormous as Annie's, but wow, they sure are really nice and big.  Very full and  soft and squeezable, yet firm and taut.  Her nipples look so tantalizing as they protrude gently through her garments.  Hoku's big tits sag ever so slightly, enough that they hang down slightly oblong, tapering toward their tips like twin zeppelins, ending with her plump nipples. 

hoku -- dressed -- side boob, butt

Today Hoku is dressed casually, with a red turtleneck, thin and snug, that reveals every subtle curve of her bountiful bosom.  A pair of overly-tight black jeans is stretched over her shapely thighs.  As Hoku turned to go, she offered me a sexy view of her teardrop-shaped butt, tapering seductively upward into her tiny waist.  Riding high on heeled black boots, Hoku's tight little ass shook from one side to the other as she passed through the door to the cockpit.

Though Annie is the epitome of feminine sexiness on every scale, Hoku outsmokes every other woman around besides Annie.  Besides, Hoku is beautiful in so many different ways than Annie, as if she is Annie's polar opposite, like Hoku is the "yin" to Annie's "yang."  For one thing, Hoku has a mysterious allure that Annie lacks, which gives her bonus points.  For another, Hoku has a quiet, gentle way about her, contrasted with Annie's loquatious, bombastic nature.  Hoku has a lithe, feline quality that is completely unlike Annie, and completely enchanting. 

Annie regards Hoku like a daughter.  Hoku's family has worked for Annie for generations, and she has looked after Hoku since she was a little girl.  Annie has trusted Hoku implicitly with managing her business and her personal affairs.  So I've tried to ignore the lovely Hoku since first meeting her, to focus my attention and devotion on Annie.  However, Hoku has been looking my way a lot lately, coinciding with Annie's recent trend toward infidelity and slutty, erratic behavior.  This has been making it very hard to ignore Hoku.  But Hoku is Mike Kamaka's girl, and he's a friend and trusted employee, so even if Annie and I were about to hit the rocks, I would never want to come between Mike and Hoku.  


Bourbon Street

I don't know what strings she had to pull, but somehow, on short notice, Hoku managed to get Annie and me a deluxe suite in one of the fanciest hotels in New Orleans.  This pad has a second storey balcony right on Bourbon Street, with a lot of jazz clubs nearby, and about a block down from the pricy strip clubs.  This is just about the busiest (and bustiest) part of the French Quarter during Mardi Gras, so it was perfect location for Annie!  Hoku and Mike were in a room down the hall from ours.

Annie wanted to tour around Mardi Gras, to see the parades and take in the sights.  Well, we didn't get very far with that plan.  We were in our room, and Annie had just changed into a pair of short shorts and an overly-snug tank top.  I was in the bathroom when Annie stepped out onto the balcony to admire the view of Bourbon Street.  It wasn't too long before I heard a whole lot of "guy noise."    

"Wheeeew!  Hey babe!  Yow!  Show us your tits!"

"Yeah, show us your tits!"

I stepped out of the bathroom, and saw Annie on the balcony, her hands on the rail, leaning herself far over, turning her shoulders from one side to the other, teasing these guys with her tits, covered up under her shirt.  The clamoring got louder and more raucous as Annie shook her big boobs around.

"Show us your tits!"  screamed dozens of guys  "C'mon babe!  Let's see 'em!"

I saw from behind as Annie grabbed the bottom edge of her tank top, and raised it upward, peeling the snug top off of her big tits.

"Wwwwwhhhhhoooooooaaaaaa!!!"  screamed a throng of horny male voices.   

Annie stood there, barefoot, bouncing on her tippie toes, making her huge, creamy, pink watermelons jiggle and bounce around.  The guys were screaming even louder as Annie shook her tits all around, and bead necklaces were flying onto the balcony from below.  To show her appreciation to her new male admirers, Annie raised her tank top over her head and and flung it off into the crowd.  Annie held her hands over her head, and did a sexy little dance, shaking her huge boobs from side to side, making them bounce and swing all over the place.  Another wave of beads landed on the balcony, like hail in a thunderstorm, as the guys down below went friggin' crazy for Annie's tits.

I walked up from behind and slid my hands over Annie's gigantic juggs.  Her warm nipples felt so soft in my hands as I covered them, obscuring the view of the crowd down below.  The horny cheers were immediately replaced by angry boos and a string of f-bombs, all directed at me.

"Let go of her, asshole!  Get the fuck out of here!" came the screams from these shitheads, now that their view was blocked of my wife's nipples.

I gave Annie's huge tits a nice couple of squeezes in front of that crowd, and loved the feel of her malleable flesh in my fingers.  Annie turned her head and scowled angrily at me, her hands struggling against mine to remove them from her nipples.

"Unhand me, Robert!" Annie commanded.  

Well, screw that.  I hauled Annie off the balcony, back into the room.  The assholes down below screamed for a while, and then moved on in search of other bare tits.

"Robert!  Know well that I intend to enjoy myself on this trip!  And that entails partaking in all the traditions of this bacchanalia!"

I looked Annie straight in the eye, and let her know the way things really are.

"Oh sure Annie, but if all you care about is flashing your big titties to other guys, I want to at least be down on the street where I can see all the titties being flashed by all the other girls."

Annie looked surprised and jealous by my answer.  So, it's okay for her to show off her nipples to every fuckin' dickhead on Bourbon Street, and I'm supposed to love it.  But it's a different story if I want to see some bare nipples on some other big-titted babes besides her?  Well, that's a load of bullshit.  

Annie's attitude changed, and she now seemed conciliatory.  She walked her huge pink globes over to her travel bag and started foraging around.  I admired, as I always do, how Annie's soft, full, plum-sized nipples quivered with each subtle movement of her body.  Annie pulled a big jar out of her bag and held it out in front of her.  Then she grabbed my hand and let me to the bathroom.

"Come, Bob!" Annie said excitedly.

"What have you got?" I inquired.

"It is body paint.... edible body paint!" replied Annie, with a mischievous smile, as she opened the jar. 

"Dip in your hands, Bob!"  I obeyed, so that the pink paint covered my hands.  Then Annie grabbed my wrists and pressed my hands against her nipples!

"Now do the same to my thighs!" Annie instructed.  

I gladly did so, and Annie had my pink handprints on her tits and her legs.  Annie did the same for me, putting her dainty little handprints onto my muscular pecs.  So at least we matched.  Whatever stunts she might try to pull that day, at least it'll be clear to all these other guys that Annie was my girl.  

We gathered up the necklaces from the balcony and put them around our necks.  In another minute, we were down onto Bourbon Street, with Annie topless except for a thin layer of pink paint partially covering her nipples.

Annie -- mardi daytime

"Oh Bob, I am so very nervous!" Annie admitted.  "Are you certain that women are permitted to strut about so, with only just paint upon their bosoms?"  

"Sure babe, look around!"

Annie could not believe that women are allowed to walk around Mardi Gras topless, wearing only body paint.  But there were lots of sexy babes (and not-so-sexy babes) walking around with only some paint covering their nipples.  Many had some elaborate designs, but in my opinion, Annie had the sexiest body paint in New Orleans!  But all these other women scowled cattily at Annie, envious of her big, juicy melons bouncing and swinging around.

Even after her topless dance in Vegas, and that day at the nude beach in Miami, Annie has still had a basically modest and demure nature.  Every head turned at Annie as we walked around Bourbon Street!  Annie mostly gave a shy smile, and seemed embarrased at being bare-breasted in a street crowd of mostly-clothed people.  Annie had lately let go of her inhibitions, which at first I thought was good, but turned out to be bad.  If only she would have just loosened up without going off the deep end. 

"Wwwwhhhhhoooooooaaaaaaa!" went one guy after another as Annie walked by.  Lots of guys put beads around Annie's neck as she passed.  It was totally easy for every guy to imagine Annie's tits without that paint (but guys are good like that anyway.)

Annie -- no paint

Annie became more bold as she accumulated a collection of beads.  She smiled appreciatively at the guys, and flirted brazenly with the hunkier dudes.  She winked and blew kisses to a lot of guys, and held the gaze of several others as they adorned her neck with beads, offering them sexy smiles and greeting them enthusiastically.  A couple guys tried to make a move on Annie, and reached up to grab her big tits.  So I just grabbed Annie tight around the waist and pulled her close, and leaned menacingly toward any persistent assholes, flexing my biceps.  That pretty much scared them off.  

Lots of babes were cutting loose, and you could tell which ones had the most to drink.  There was one very memorable blonde.  She was extremely fair-skinned, and her hair was almost white.  She was overly ripe, not quite fat, with some of the whitest, milkiest skin I'd ever seen.  She had on a skin-tight tank top, also colored white, with white shorts.  She was like a snow queen or something.

"Show us your tits," screamed all the guys around.

"Yeah, show us your tits!" I screamed, as I clutched Annie around the waist.  

Annie gave me a withering glare, but I just smiled at her and shrugged my shoulders.  Hell, just like Annie enjoyed showing off her own titties, receiving attention from other men, I was having a great time showing admiration of all the different titties of other girls that were being flashed all day up and down Bourbon Street.

The girl lifted her tank top to reveal the most amazing milky white juggs.  They weren't as huge as Annie's but they were pretty damn huge!  They looked very soft and full, and sagged down in a very sexy way.  Her big, soft titties jiggled like jello as she showed them off.  Her skin was so fair and soft-looking, nearly translucent.  Her nipples were very pale, nearly white, with a faint pink tinge.  Her areolas were oval shaped, stretched down by the sagginess of her soft fun bags, and were covered with little pink bumps along their rims.  

This girl looked me straight in the eyes as she revealed her big, soft tits, like she was showing them to me personally.  My eyes met her pale blue eyes, and a lightning bolt of mutual desire arced between us.  I was almost as entranced by her gorgeous eyes as I was her soft, pale nipples.  A sexy smile curled over her full, pink lips, and my cock swelled and tingled with excitement.  

I let go of Annie and took a necklace from my neck.  I pulled it over the girl's head and put it on her shoulders, which were incredibly soft.  She left her tits out for me as I put the beads around her neck.  We stood there for a moment, her soft pink nipples barely a half an inch from my bare chest, as we held each other's gaze.

"Hi," spoke the Snow Queen, a big, bright, sexy smile on her gorgeous face.

"Hi," I said back, returning her big smile.

Then I felt the daggers of Annie's eyes stabbing the back of my head.  I turned around and saw Annie standing there, looking very pissed.  Huh, maybe she did still care about us after all.  I walked back to my wife, as the Snow Queen covered her succulent nipples and moved on to get some beads from the next gang of horny guys.  Annie didn't speak to me, but just carried on through the crowd like nothing happened.  Annie got over herself in a second as the next set of guys hooted at her massive juggs, and hung another couple necklaces around her neck.

After that, I just didn't give a fuck anymore.  Annie wanted to play her games but got pissed when I played the same games back.  So okay then, what the hell, I'll give her her own way and have some fun of my own.  I kept my arm around Annie, held her big squishy tits close against me, while I had a blast with all the other sexy tits bouncing around on Bourbon Street.  I flirted with some of the sexier girls, and they were very appreciative of my shirtless, chisled chest, and big, buff arms and shoulders.  

I made eye contact with another magnificent babe, probably barely 18 years old.  She had a thick head of long, wavy dark hair, that tumbled down past her shoulders.  She had big brown eyes, rimmed with thick lashes, and a very cute, sweet smile, with a friendly, appealing expression on her face.  She had very plump, full juggs that were practically flopping out of her low-slung tube top, fat protrusions of her nipples barely concealed by the garment, several beaded necklaces dangling into her velvet cleavage.

Seeing this cute, beautiful brunette nearly broke my heart.  She reminded me so much of my late wife Diana, the mother of my children.  This girl was about as old as Diana was when we got married.  My mind swirled with my love for my deceased bride, and how I took her for granted all those years, as I secretely nursed an affection for Annie.

All the guys were shouting for her to show them her tits, but the cute girl looked at me with an innocent, doe-eyed expression, as if she were waiting especially for me to ask her.

"Show me your tits, baby," I commanded.

A big smile broke across Cutie Pie's face as she lowered her tube top.  The cloth rolled away to reveal a pair of large, dark areolas, each tipped with soft, brown nipples the size of a cherry.  Her ripe nipples were pinched in the middle, and had several slightly wrinkled circles around the edges where they joined her areolas.  She bounced them around for me a couple times, which sent ripples through her delightful globes of flesh.  The girl looked earnestly at me, as if she were seeking my approval of her exquisite breasts.  And my approval did she receive!  I let go of Annie to reward the magnificent brunette with a string of beads.

"They're spectacular," I said, giving her a sly smile.

Cutie Pie looked giddy with excitement to receive the compliment from a big hunk like me.  She pulled up her top and turned back to her girlfriends.  They all looked over at me, giggling among themselves.  I smiled as I turned my head away.  Though I only looked 20 myself, my youth preserved by the melon, I was still over 50, and I was feeling like an old creep for teasing a fresh young girl, several years younger than my own daughter.  

I turned back to see Annie putting on a show of her own.  The music was blasting out of a nearby bar, and Annie was dancing a sexy dance, swinging her ass in a circle, with her arms over her head and projecting her painted tits forward, the same way she would dance just for me.  A circle of guys was around her, yelling and screaming, and putting necklaces around her neck.  Annie was shaking her big tits around, bouncing them up and down, and the guys were going nuts.

I moved back to Annie and put my arm around her waist.  She looked at me, and twirled away from my arm, continuing her dance for those horny guys.  Her haughty expression informed me that we playing "tit for tat," so to speak.  For every girl that I approached, she would do something to come on to guys.  Well fine with me, she started this game, so let's just play it her way.

I watched Annie from behind for a half a minute, as she wiggled her ripe ass, and made her massive juggs flop back and forth it front of those guys.  The dudes' faces were aimed at her chest, staring at her nipples, with their eyes bugged out and their jaws hanging down to the pavement.  But the screams got even louder as Annie let down her tits.  One heavy bounce, and then the next one heavier, as Annie's massive juggs increased in size.  

From behind, I could see the diameter of Annie's humongous boobs increase, extending wider from the sides of her narrow back, and sagging lower and lower to her hips with each heavy bounce.  The crowd of horny guys grew closer and closer as they put necklaces around Annie's neck. Annie lowered her arms to her sides as she shook her shoulders from side to side, causing her swelling tits to brush up against the guys.  

Annie's back was turned to me as she rubbed her nipples against each of these guys.  A tree of arms were reaching inward to squeeze Annie's big tits as she rubbed them all around.  A couple assholes stuck their heads downward, and Annie rubbed her expanding spheres in their faces.  The air cracked with sexual energy, and it seemed like any second, one of these guys was going to grab my Annie and try to fuck her right there in the street. 

Okay, I'd seen enough, time to break this up.  I grabbed Annie forcefully by the arm and pulled her roughly away from the crowd.  Annie's juggs were each now about 18 inches in diameter, somewhat bigger than beach balls.  Her nipples had swollen to the size of tennis balls, and her areolas were about the diameter of a frisbee.  My handprints were now stretched out over Annie's nipples, and the body paint was cracked and separated, providing very little cover for the puffed-out tips of her bloated breasts

Annie's tits bounced and jiggled as I roughly pulled her away from her admirers.  Annie's face was livid at my interruption.  If looks could kill, Annie would have struck me dead right there.  Annie jerked my arm away from her and stood back, defiantly.  We were about to have a big argument, right there on Bourbon Street, when we were interrupted by a cop.

"Excuse me, honey," the cop spoke to Annie, looking down admiringly at her nipples.  "Hate to break this to you, but you're going to have to cover yourself up."

"Now see here," began Annie, turning her anger instead at the cop. "There are all manner of women in this lane adorned with only paint.  I see no reason why I should be singled out."

"Listen sweetheart," counseled the cop, "let's just say that your paint job is still a work in progress."

Annie's nipples were not completely covered in paint, as were the other girls on the street.  My handprints did not cover her areolas, and there was very little actual concealment.  Also, in their expanded state, the paint was stretched thin, cracked and flaking off, and even less adequate.

"Very well, Constable," Annie conceded, "but our flat is a fair distance away, and I have no other garment which I might don in the meantime."

"Just move along and take care of it quickly, or else I'll have to write you a ticket."

"Thank you sir," I replied to the cop, and hugged Annie and her tits close to myself.

"It is just as well, Robert," said Annie, "for I had already decided myself to wear a shirt."

"Oh yeah?" I replied.  "Why is that?  You seem to be having a lot of fun running around with your tits out like this."

"Well, having watched these children cavort about all this day, it seems a greater titillation is evoked in men by revealing bare nipples from under a garment, upon individual request, rather than strutting about with one's bare bosom concealed only by paint."

Well, Annie had it all figured out, didn't she?  She would get maximum pricktease value out of flashing her bare tits rather than being topless with her nipples just painted.  I just shook my head, amazed that Annie could be so mercurial, so variable, turning from my devoted wife into such a brazen slut in such a short period of time.  

Annie was smiling provocatively at all the guys who stared at her mammoth, jiggling juggs, as we headed back to the hotel.  She picked up several more beads along the way, and the strands were piled high on her shoulders.  If Annie had normal sized big tits, they would be entirely covered under all those beads.  However, since her bloated juggs were so enormously distended, her puffy nipples were riding down at the level of her hips, still out in the open for all her admirers to see.

I made sure to burn into my brain the sight of all the sexy tits that were being flashed up and down Bourbon Street.  I assumed that Annie and I would fuck once we got back to the hotel, and that she was planning on using me and my cock for "mindfucking" all the handsome guys that she was smiling at all day, just like she did last week in Miami.  Since Annie dragged me into this freakish situation anyway, I might as well make the best of things and enjoy it.  So I was determined to rack up a collection of mindfuckable babes of my own.  

There were all types of hot babes with big tits, flashing their juggs up and down Bourbon Street.  There  was this one Asian girl who looked exactly like Hitomi Tanaka.  She had the same sweet and innocent face, and she flashed the same gigantic tits with smooth, pale, puffy nipples.  Hell, it might have really been Hitomi for all I knew, or at least could have been her twin sister.  Her big brown eyes smiled at me as I put a necklace around her neck.

Another chick was a pale-looking goth, her messed-up hair dyed jet black, heavy on the black eye makeup and lipstick.  She looked like a sickly vampire until she raised her shirt, and showed of some very healthy melons tipped with soft pink nipples.  The goth babe gave me an uncharacteristic sweet smile as I circled her neck with a string of beads.  I burned her sweet juggs into my brain for my future mindfucking pleasure.

There were several memorable honey blondes and dusky brunettes, with big, round bouncy tits.  Some girls had light skin, some dark skin, having all manner of sexy nipples, some with big, sloppy areolas, and others with pert little circles, some areolas were circled in little bumps, and others were flat and smooth.  Some nipples were large knobs, and others were cute and small, some were rigid, and others were relaxed, while still others were full, puffy buds that looked perfect for sucking.  Hell, all these sexy nipples looked totally suckable, and I would have gladly done so. 

I'd especially enjoy trying my new mindfuck trick on the Snow Queen and that cute, young brunette.  It would be a lot of fun "virtually" playing with those milky-white juggs with those pale nipples, and to simultaneously experience the contrast with Cutie Pie's soft, floppy funbags with the big, brown areolas.  Just then, another spicy babe crossed my path to provide even more diversity for my mental, trans-dimensional sex play.

She was a beautiful black girl, her hair was done up in loose curls, long and bouncy, past her smooth, uncovered shoulders.  She had a "coffee and cream" complexion, and her eyes were narrow and sultry, underneath prominently arched eyebrows.  Her full mouth was shiny, her lips painted the color of a cherry.  Big, bulky, dangling gold earrings hung down the side of her head.  She reminded me of the lovely singer Chaka Khan, for whom I had a crush back in high school, in the 70s.

This girl's slim legs were squeezed like sausages into these shiny black pants, and she teetered on the highest possible spike heels.  She had ample hips, but not at all fat, having a trim, athletic build.  But it was what was hanging above her hips that blew my mind, and the minds of all the other guys around.  This girl had the absolutely hugest fuckin' tits!  

This girl's big juggs looked to be bigger than friggin' basketballs!  They were so nice and round and firm-looking, appearing all the more large because the were sitting atop her slim, tight frame.  This girl had a couple of the biggest tits I had ever seen, besides Annie.  Were they even real?  Who gives a shit!  Man, did they look nice!

She was weaing an off-the-shoulders spandex top with attached half-sleeves, day-glow green to complement her shiny black pants, which made her smooth brown skin look smoulderingly hot.  Her top rode very low, revealing a very long stretch of soft cleavage between her firm melons, in which several strings of beads were resting.  The little rims of her areolas were visible peaking over the edges of her low-riding top, looking absolutely tantalizing.  Not far below the edge of the top were her nipples, poking prominently through the tight spandex.  

Not only was this girl drop-dead gorgeous, but she had a very fun and playful attitude.  She took one look at my shirtless, muscled chest and sashayed herself over to me.  Her sexy brown eyes scanned my body up and down, an approving look on her beautiful face.

"Oooo, Big Man!  Look at you!  You look good enough to eat!  Mmmm Mmm!" 

"Hey there Brown Sugar," I teased. letting go of Annie and looking her straight in the eye, "How about you show us them big titties of yours!"

"For you, anytime, honey pie!"

The girl peeled away the bottom of her tight top and pulled it seductively up to her neck.  Released from their confines, her gigantic juggs seemed to swell and inflate, just like Annie's.  Her luscious orbs were perfectly round, and did not sag even a bit.  Hot damn, those sure were some nice fuckin' tits!  Her areolas were wide and stretched tight and shiny, just a shade darker than her chocolate boobs, each with a large, soft nipple, perfectly centered, like a caramel candy that I'd like to put into my mouth.   

All the guys around were screaming and shouting as this babe brought her tits out.  Several strings of beads were immediately draped around around her neck, but her sexy brown eyes remained fixed on mine.  Then she leaned forward and rested her hands on my shoulders and rubbed her nipples against my chest, a big grin breaking across her face.  I took a string of my beads and put them around her neck.

"Oh baby, I bet you got a big hot thing for me down there!" she whispered, seductively leaning her face toward mine.  

Whoa!  Uh oh, the temperature was rising fast!  Suddenly, my own arm was jerked hard, and this time, it was Annie who was pulling me away!  I looked over to say goodbye to my new honey as Annie dragged me off, and she just blew me a kiss, put her tits away, and strutted along.

"You certainly do succeed in making me cross, Robert," Annie scolded, as she ushered me down the street.

"ME?  Make YOU cross?  Oh, fuck that bullshit!" I countered.  "It's okay for you to dance and rub your tits all over these guys, but then you get on my shit when some girl does the same to me!"

Annie stopped and just fumed, looking at the ground, stung by the truth.  Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me close, squishing her hefty meat balloons against my chest.  I gladly held her in my arms and returned the hug, loving the smell of her hair and the feel of her tender body against mine, wishing we were not in this place, but alone somewhere, just the two of us.  I reached out with my mind to discern her intentions, but Annie kept her thoughts closed to me. I didn't know if she was really showing me love, or just resentful and jealous that other sexy women found me attractive, just as other men were attracted to her.

We walked arm in arm, Annie's boob smashed against my side, and the other big jugg swinging and bouncing around.  The crowd was very thick, and Annie's mammoth mammaries were brushing against all the guys as we walked along, squeezing against everyone as we pushed through the throng.  Annie's huge tits continued to draw attention from guys, but most of them had the good sense to look at Annie but not touch.  Most, but not all. We were finally near the entrance of the hotel when one drunk asshole made his big play.

"HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!" said the asshole, when he encountered Annie. 

He looked straight down at Annie's tits and had the same bug-eyed face that I'd been seeing all day.  He was a big dude, about my size, with dark hair and a couple armfuls of tattoos.  He had an attitude like he was used to throwing his weight around, and getting what he wanted everywhere he went.  He was handsome and confident enough that he probably scored regularly with all the girls he pursued.  His attention was now focused on Annie, and he didn't even seem to notice that I was right there, holding my wife tightly around her tiny waist.

The sight of Annie's huge tits must have been too much for him to resist.  He reached out both his hands and grabbed Annie's soft globes.  He cupped each gigantic sphere in either hand, and squeezed them together, raising them up.  He sunk his fingers deeply into Annie's mountainous mounds of jiggly flesh, and kneaded them like dough.  Fondling and groping them forcefully, he slid his hands forward and over Annie's swollen nipples, compressing them and fondling them with his fingers.

Annie responded instantly, rolling her head back with a sensuous sigh, and lolling it all around from side to side.  Annie let go of me and reached up with her hands, placing them atop this asshole's hands, and caressing them and guiding them to help him explore her nipples. Then she looked at him, straight into his eyes, and it seemed as if her mind was reaching out to him, probing his thoughts, giving him mental commands.  The asshole's eyes glazed over, as he fell deeply into Annie's spell.

All this happened so quickly, and I was so stunned and blown away, both by this fuckin' asshole's incredible balls, and that my Annie would play the whore so eagerly, right there in the middle of Bourbon Street, with me standing right next to her.  Once I collected my wits, it didn't take me long to react.  

BAM!

The first punch landed square in his face, which made that asshole let go of my wife's tits.  I glanced at Annie and her eyes were widened in surprise, that I should have the unmitigated gall to presume to spoil the erotic reverie of her, my loving wife, with this total stranger, right there in the middle of the street.  

BAM!

The asshole's head snapped to one side.  I stood there and let him shake off his own sexual fog.  Then he figured his shit out and took a swing at me.  I dodged and then popped him in the eye with my right.  Well now the shit really broke loose as his fists were flying, and he landed a couple on me as I got a few more on him.  The crowd cleared away around us, giving us a space to fight.  Annie was yelling at me to stop, like something was all my fault.  Another clock to his jaw and the big asshole was down.  I stood over him with my fists balled, waiting for him to rise and take some more punishment.

"All right, all right, break it up," said the cop.  

Wouldn't you know, it was the same cop as before.  He took a look at me and frustration came about his face.

"Oh hell, you again!" he said.  "What's going on here this time?"

"That fucking asshole was playing with my wife's tits!" I shouted, still raging like a bull. 

The cop looked over and saw Annie, her nipples still partially and inadequately covered with my handprints of paint, even more of which had flaked off.  Then he shook his head and turned to Annie.

"Didn't I tell you to put on a goddamn shirt?"

Then he turned back to me.

"Look, if you're gonna have a wife with tits like that, and if you wanna let her walk around topless like that at Mardi Gras, you better believe that some guy's gonna grab her tits!  What're you, a dumbass?"

I bit down and swallowed that jibe.  Yes officer, I thought to myself, guess I am a dumbass.

The asshole was standing up, and he leaned away from me with the sheepish look of a man defeated.  I just glared a hole into him as the cop stood between us. Then my head cooled down and I spoke again to the cop.

"Sir, this is our hotel right here.  I'd just like to get my wife inside."

Turning to the asshole, who's ass I just kicked, the cop asked him, "You got a problem with that?"

I stared him down some more, and he just shook his head "no" to the cop.

"Okay then, why don't you two just beat it inside," said the cop.  "But you're lucky I don't arrest the both of you for nearly inciting a riot!  If I have any more trouble from you today, I'm running you in.  You got that?"

"Yes sir, thank you sir," I relied deferentially to the cop.

We entered the hotel and made our way back to our room.  Annie berated and snarled at me the whole way.

"Robert, I am so humiliated by your performance out there.  I thought I might wilt and wither away from the shame."

"Shame?  You want to talk to me about shame?" I said, turning to face Annie, as I put the key in our door.

"What kind of a fuckin' wife lets a strange man play with her tits, in broad daylight, on a public street, in front of a crowd, with her fuckin' husband standing right there?  

"Well?  Answer me!  

"And you're talking to me about shame, you fuckin' slut? You could use a little shame yourself right about now."

Annie stopped in her tracks and looked at me, with a shocked, bewildered look on her face.  She  seemed confused, as though I were speaking a foreign language, or like she was trying to solve a difficult math problem in her head.  It seemed as if her head was in a fog, and she was having trouble grappling with the concepts of what I just said.  Then Annie started to cry.  I swung the door open and walked through, my back turned to Annie standing alone in the hallway crying, with her beach ball-sized tits hanging out.  


Back Inside Our Room

Walking into the room, I felt a soft hand reach out to touch my shoulder.  I allowed the hand to turn me around.  Annie stood there staring at me, tears streaming down her face, her dazzling green eyes reddened.  Annie put her hands on my shoulders and reached around my neck.  Then she pulled my head down toward her own.  Her lips made contact with mine, and our mouths exploded.  

Annie's tongue urgently reached into my mouth, as she squeezed her gigantic tits against my chest.  At first I resisted, still very pissed off, and understanding that she was just manipulating me again.  But I can never fight Annie for long, and I reached out my tongue to hers, as my hands cradled her enormous juggs.  I figured that Annie was just using me to set up a mindfuck with all these other guys, especially that last asshole, so I just rolled right into it and wove an elaborate virtual fantasy of my own.  

As I kissed Annie, I imagined that I was kissing the Snow Queen.  It wasn't like when you think of a girl when you're jacking off, and picture her in your mind, but instead this fantasy seemed so totally real.  Through a force of mental effort, I was able to imagine the creamy, white maiden in my arms, and it felt like I was actually holding a different girl than Annie.  It felt like a different tongue was swirling in mouth, with a different style of kissing than Annie's.  I struggled to focus all my attention, to make this dream a reality.  Then everything snapped into sharp focus.  I disengaged to look at her, and it was not Annie's face that smiled back at me.  It was the gorgeous face and the pale blue eyes of the milky white girl from the street.  

This time, it did not seem dreamy, like at the nude beach in Miami.  This seemed totally real.  We were in a place that was completely white and featureless, just the two of us alone.  It was the same place where Annie and I were that day on her mountain, on our honeymoon, with the mutated melon, when we became slithering sexual slime creatures.  There was no foreground or background, no way to judge distance, just me and the Snow Queen, alone in our own little white universe.  I kissed the girl and felt the sensation of her body, a different soft body in my hands, a different pair of spongy, yielding bare tits smashed against my chest.  

The Snow Queen was topless and wearing short shorts, just like Annie.  So I reached down and undid the waistband of the shorts, nuzzling my face against her silky blonde hair, breathing in the very different smell of her body.  I slid my hands into the shorts over a different soft, malleable ass, to work them off.  But suddenly the pants seemed very tight.  I opened my eyes and my face was nuzzling into a thick mass of dark hair.  I looked up and found myself looking into the gorgeous face of that cute brunette.

Cutie Pie looked at me longingly, with a huge smile on her fresh young face, as if this moment with me was her dream come true.  I pushed the shorts free from her hips and stood her back to take a look at her.  Her taut spheres of prime young flesh protruded prominently forward, sagging slightly under their considerable weight.  Her large, dark areolas covered so much of her breasts, and her brown nipples looked so damn suckable.  I rubbed my bearded face against her nipples, which tickled, making her giggle and squirm.

I touched the full bud of her nipple with the tip of my tongue, and she cried out with pleasure.  Applying my mouth fully onto the soft tip, I massaged it with my lips and slobbered on it with my tongue.  The new nipple felt different in my mouth than Annie's nipples, which I was accustomed to sucking.  Then I sucked on her other nipple.  Cutie Pie cried out and screamed, as if she were instantly orgasming just from me licking her nipples.  Then her succulent nipples suddenly swelled in my mouth, and the white featureless place faded from view.  The hotel room came into focus, and it was clear that I was actually lying on my back on the bed, with Annie dangling her gigantic tits into my mouth.

Annie looked down on me with a glowing smile of love, just like how she used to look at me.  But I wondered if this smile were really meant for me, or if she was seeing one of those other guys, like that asshole I just fought.  A strawberry flavor was in my mouth, and I noticed that I had licked all the edible body paint off Annie's one nipple.  Or did I really do that?  Maybe one of these other guys at Mardi Gras had actually licked it off, and I was just arriving for the last lick.  There was no way to be sure, as reality was tilting and shifting moment by moment.

Annie' other nipple still had unsucked paint on it, so I moved my mouth over to that giant mouthful of tender flesh.  I suckled on it for a moment, but then the scene turned to white again, and I realized that the tit I was suckling was very full and round.  My lips were sucking on Brown Sugar's caramel nipple, and she was moving her body all around excitedly, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of my mouth at her breast.  

"Oh honey, you do that so good!"  she said, in the midst of loudly moaning and carrying on.

I made a supreme offort to force my mind to take control of this situation, and somehow, I became aware of having sex with all four of these girls at the same time, as if I were somehow four different guys existing in four different places all at once.  These girls all moved in unison, but they all responded in their own ways to everything I did for them.  They all did the same things for me at the same time, and it all felt just as good.  

The difference was, I became aware that my sexual sensation was four times greater than it would be with just Annie alone.  It felt like being with four Annies at once.  All of these girls pulled their tits away from me at the same time.  They all wiggled their tits down my chest in unison, and they all undid the waistband of my shorts in perfect synchronicity.  They each brought out my fifteen-inch beefstick at the same time, all of them gazing in wonder at its size and girth, and they all swallowed it into their mouths together.

I was aware of the very soft tongue of the Snow Queen caressing my penis, licking it and sucking it, and pulling on it with her mouth.  I was simultaneously aware of the very eager lips and yearning tongue of Cutie Pie, who treated my thick cock like it was her most treasured possession.  Then there there was the hot-blooded enthusiasm of Brown Sugar, as her full, cherry-red lips and her passionate tongue worked themselves all up and down and around my thick shank.

Amidst all this fury was my Annie, applying her loving skill to my big, fat cock, as she has done so many times before.  But it wasn't just my cock that Annie was applying her loving skill.  I realized that the scenario I was experiencing was the same as what Annie was doing for whatever other guys she was virtually mindfucking, however many she may be fucking at one time.  Probably dozens of guys, hell, hundreds, even thousands, given Annie's greater abilities and experience.  

But I was overwhelmed with the novelty of this experience.  Wow!  My cock was overloaded by receiving four excellent blowjobs at the same time, from four different sexy girls.  I focused my mind on all the other incredible tits I had seen that day, and through another effort of concentration, another twelve girls exploded into my mind.  Suddenly, I was receiving sixteen blowjobs at once, and it was nearly too much for my poor cock to handle!

Suddenly, I was also with the sexy goth chick, her pale body writhing about on my thigh as her mouth suckled my cock.  I was also aware of Hitomi, that hot Asian girl, with the big brown eyes, who was rubbing her squashy cushions all over my belly as her mouth swallowed my beefstick.  Several of those memorable honey blondes and dusky brunettes came into my awareness, with a wide variety of velvety tits, adorned with every imaginable types of nipples, some soft, some hard, others pale and puffy, others dark and small.

As if sensing my impending climax all at once, all sixteen girls popped their mouths off my cock at the same time.  They all mounted their hips above mine in one motion, and in perfect choreoagraphy, they all placed the head of my huge cock against their pussies.  In one smooth motion, my cock simultaneously penetrated sixteen vaginas.  A chorus went up in my head of all these girls shrieking and groaning as my thick, long salami went up inside them together.  

I just laid there on my back as sixteen gorgeous girls galloped on top of me, all of them perfectly synchronized.  The soft, white juggs of the Snow Queen flopped around in front of me as her hips humped my cock.  The wide, brown, cherry-tipped areolas of Cutie Pie bounced up and down in my view as she rocked her chubby middle on top of mine.  The perfect spheres of Brown Sugar heaved up and down as she bellowed out her appreciation of my big cock churning around inside her.  

Another twelve girls also bounced up and down on my throbbing cock, including the Goth Girl and Hitomi, and all those other blondes and brunettes, some light, some dark, some ripe, some slim, some Asian and Hispanic, but all of them utterly gorgeous and all of them having huge tits.  Some of these girls were gasping and moaning, some were weeping, and others were shrieking like cats in heat.  It was all-consuming, an incredible sexual experience, but nearly too overwhelming for my mind to take in at one time.

Then all those big tits began to expand.  The milky white tits of the Snow Queen increased in size, the soft, squishy blobs of white flesh wiggling and writhing as they swelled.  Her shrieks and cries became more frantic as her erotic sensation multiplied with the swelling of her breasts.  Cutie Pie became frantic as her own juggs became more massive.  Her huge funbags flopped up and down heavily with each hop, flying everywhere and smacking against her face and mine.  Brown Sugar's perfect globes inflated like balloons, growing from basketballs to beach balls and beyond, bigger and rounder and heavier.  

All the other girls experienced the same thing as their huge tits expanded for the first time, causing them unsurpassed sexual intensity.  They all uttered a collective gasp as their hugely expanded spheres began to lactate.  The first creamy drops flew from sixteen sets of swollen nipples.  The drops became a trickle, and then a spray as their screams became more urgent.  Their collective ecstasy reached new summits as these girls experienced the considerable swelling of their nipples, and the warm lactation spurting out.

Being blown all around in the midst of this one-man orgy, I tried my hardest to focus on my gorgeous wife Annie.  I held onto the image of her enormous pink beach balls, bouncing around and flopping together, her amazing milk spraying everywhere out of her nipples. I somehow managed to sense the presence of a legion of other guys, too numerous to count.  They were like phantoms, seeming to be superimposed onto myself, like they were occupying the same space as me, without actually being there.  I knew that these were the other guys that Annie was simultaneously mindfucking as she fucked me for real, in whatever transcendental dimensional space that was occupied.  As overwhelming as this new experience of mindfucking is, I was wishing that it was just me and Annie, alone and together, like it used to be.  I hoped that somewhere in Annie's addled mind, she was still wanting me as much as I wanted her.   

My cock disgorged its enormous load, and sixteen girls experienced simultaneous orgasms together with me.  The girls' hips moved again and my pulsating penis ejected another shot of cum into sixteen eager pussies.  Again and again did my cock squirt its love juice up inside each girl, and they all breathlessly panted together as their hips bounced through climax after climax.  

Finally, they all collapsed on top of my chest.  I could feel the engorged, squishy bags of tender flesh of the Snow Queen, along with the thankful gratitude of Cutie Pie, as the warmth of her widely expanded areolas pressed against my chest.  The firm globes of Brown Sugar smashed flat against my pecs.  All those other girls were also leaning on top of me, all of them moaning in appreciation at the sexual wonder they had all experienced.  

Then all the girls raised their heads, and lowered their mouths on top of mine.  Sixteen tongues circled around in my mouth at once.  Then the whiteness began to fade again, and the tongues seemed to disappear from my mouth, one by one, merging into a single tongue.  The hotel room came into focus again, and the only tongue left in my mouth was Annie's.  We lay there together for a time, my cock still up inside her, as we basked in the golden afterglow that followed a most remarkable sexual experience.  Annie drew circles on my chest with her fingers, and I gently fondled her plump ass.  Finally, my gorgeous wife lifted her face above mine, and looked down at me excitedly.

"Oh Robert, was that not the greatest thrill?  Do you not now understand the things which we might explore together?"

I looked up at Annie with an expression of longing, disappointment, and pity.

"Oh sure, Annie.  That was indeed an amazing experience."

Annie stared at me expectantly from above, her juicy, pink watermelons resting against my shoulders.

"Yes?  Well?  Please continue!" Annie urged expectantly, wishing to hear me gush with enthusiasm for this new kink, eager to have me join in it together with her.

I sighed with frustration and disappointment with my beloved wife, and looked up into her beautiful face.

"Annie, don't you see?  Don't you understand?  Sure, that was a lot of fun, but I don't want to do some weird psychic, trans-dimensional bullshit with all those other girls.  I just want you!"

Annie glared down at me with a dark, evil expression.

"Annie, I wish you would understand.  I've loved you madly since I was a kid.  Things have been so great with us since we got together last summer.  Being with you is like a dream come true.  What about all those things you said to me?  That you were anguishing with loneliness, and that I rescued you?  Annie, I thought we meant something to each other.  I thought that I meant something to you.  Why do you want to just throw all that away?"

Annie continued to glare down at me, her face a mask.  I was really worred about her, wondering why she changed so much in such a short time.

"Annie, what's been going on with you lately?  Ever since our ski trip, you've been acting so different.  Please tell me what's wrong!  I love you, Annie!  I'd like to understand.  Can't you just explain what's going on with you?"

Annie held her unwavering glare as she loomed over me, while I poured out my heart to her, with my impassioned entreaties, in an attempt to save our marriage.

"Well Robert, it is as simple as this.  It is my own wish to merely have 'a hell of a lot of fun,' as you put it.  And I do indeed wish to do so with you!  But if you shan't, than you leave me no choice but to have 'a hell of a lot of fun' without you!"

With that, Annie rolled her body off mine.  An audible slurping sound was heard as Annie pulled her pussy quickly off my deflating cock.  As she turned, I was able to see that Annie's nipples were licked clean of the body paint.  Annie stood up and faced away from me, her arms crossed in front of her considerable chest.  I stood up and came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her plump, sexy body.  Annie stiffened at my touch.

"Annie, that mindfucking is a wrong thing to do.  Those girls are just average people, trying to have fun at Mardi Gras.  We have no right to intrude into their minds like that with our abilities."

"Right?" Annie bellowed, pulling herself from my arms, and turning angrily at me.  "We have every right!  Those children certainly enjoyed the experience as much as we!  Likely even more so!  They should be grateful to us!"

"But Annie, maybe those kids did really enjoy it, and maybe they thought it was a dream, or maybe even an hallucination.  But they did not give their consent, and they had no way of understanding what was happening to them.  It's really not 'mindfucking' at all, as I've called it... it's more like 'mind rape.'"

"Oh bosh, Robert!" Annie retorted.  "We are their betters!  We have the power to take what we wish from these children!  We mean them no harm, so what is the fault in simply sharing some pleasure with them?"

"Annie, they only live in the real world.  They have no preparation for these weird, mystical experiences like you and I have shared with the melon.  We don't know how their minds might respond to these situations.  They might experience some psychological trauma.  What about that cute, young brunette?  She's just a baby!  She's only barely a legal adult!  When can she ever hope to have another sexual experience to top that?  When can any of those kids?  We just can't be sure whether or not we are harming them.  For that reason, we should not tamper with their minds or their bodies."

Annie stared at me with a narrow gaze, her lips pursed in restrained anger.  She crossed her arms again over her majestic breasts.

"Very well, Robert, as you wish," Annie spoke flatly, as if to intone a threat. "Let us then henceforth confine our activities to the 'real world' as you say, shall we?"  

"Yeah Annie, that's great," I agreed, not yet understanding that to which I was agreeing.  Then I smiled at my wife and offered a happy suggestion.

"Hey, let's take a shower!  Then we can get dressed and grab some dinner.  After that, we can hit the streets again for the evening."

"Yes Bob, that is a capital suggestion.  Please run ahead, I will join you presently."

I went to the bathroom and started the water, and set out a couple towels.  As soon as the water was to temperature, I called my wife.

"Annie!  Come on!  The water's nice.... Annie?  Annie!"

Some time went by and Annie was not joining me.  I went and looked back into the room.  Annie was not in the bedroom, so I stepped into the suite.  She wasn't there either, but the doors to the balcony were open.  Then I heard the sounds of catcalls coming up from the street, and knew where to find Annie.

I walked to the door, and there was Annie, completely naked, leaning over the rail and shaking her bare tits down to the crowd of appreciative men.  Her beach ball-sized juggs were bouncing all around, and her ripe nipples were eye magnets for every male head down in the street.   A volley of bead strings were sailing up to the balcony.  Annie was moving around, trying to catch the necklaces around her head, which made her huge juggs swing and bounce everywhere.  Annie actually managed to ring a few around her neck, which made the guys go crazy.

Since the balcony was not private, Annie stepped her nude body over to approach the guys who were standing over by the next suite.  Annie started dancing before them, moving her hips and raising her arms in the air, projecting her juicy tits forward.  One guy was leaning against the rail as Annie danced by him.  He smiled appreciatively at her as she stared him in the eye, her mouth open, and a saucy look in her eyes.  

Annie raised her tits in her hands, and gyrated them before his face, and then she swung her hips forward to rub her pussy against his crotch.  Then Annie turned around to face the next guy, who grabbed her gigantic tits in his hands.  Annie swung her bare ass in circles and tossed her head back as this guy played with her tits.  Then Annie turned back around to the next guy in line and grabbed the bead necklace around his neck, and teased it back and forth.  Annie smashed her tits against him, nearly pushing him off the balcony.  A storm of necklaces sailed onto the balcony as Annie did her nude, writhing dance for her admiring fans up on the balcony and down below.

Down on the street, one of the bars was playing oldies, and the hopping 80s sound of Level 42 drifted up.

But there is something about you, baby, so right,
Don't want to be without you, baby, tonight.

So this is what Annie meant by keeping things "in the real world."  I watched my naked wife play the whore as she danced in the nude for all these horny assholes, with her huge tits getting felt up in public before an audience.  I remembered the time when Annie and I were in Chicago on our honeymoon, just last summer, when she and I danced together to this same song, just the two of us.    

I turned away in disgust and took my shower alone.  I wondered what Annie intended for us as a married couple once Mardi Gras was over.  Then I wondered if she was even thinking that far ahead.  I washed Annie's handprints off my chest, and otherwise tried to rid myself of the filth of New Orleans.  I finished the shower and turned off the water.  I was just toweling off when Annie stepped in, now all bubbly and cheerful after cavorting in the nude for the benefit of all the men on Bourbon Street.

"Oh hi!  Did I miss the shower?  Oh dear, what a shame!"

"Yeah, I can tell you're all broken up," I replied sarcastically.  Annie let that one go by unchallenged and stepped into the shower.

Annie was singing old English drinking songs in the shower as I did something I've been wanting to do for a long time.  I took out my scissors and razor and quickly trimmed off my beard, and shaved my face clean.  Annie had asked me to grow the beard when we first got together, since she loves facial hair on men.  I only grew it out for her, but was not very fond of it.  Now that Annie is throwing away our marriage, it was a good time to lose the beard.  I was just finished and admiring my handiwork as Annie's shower ended, not having seen this clean face since last summer.  

"Oh!  Oh Bob, you shaved!"  Annie seemed genuinely crestfallen and disappointed to see my baby face.
 after so long.

"Oh Bob, are things really this way between us now?" Annie spoke, with a tone of remorse and lamentation in her voice.  I looked straight into her dazzling green eyes and answered.

"Annie, things are exactly the way you want them to be," and I turned and left the bathroom.

"Get dressed and let's go already, I'm hungry," I spoke from the bedroom, and didn't say anything more.


That Terrible Night on the Town

I was in a sullen mood as I got dressed.  But Annie was all bubbly and cheerful, as if nothing ever happened.  I put on a tight-fitting black tank top, to best show off my bulging arms, chest and shoulders.  Then I pulled on a loose-fitting pair of cargo pants.  Some dark socks and my favorite leather loafers were added and I was ready to go.

In spite of my sulk, I could not resist admiring Annie as she got dressed.  She pulled on a pair of snug, grey jeans, and bounced her big titties all around as she wiggled her ripe thighs into them, finally pulling the waistband closed.  Then she grabbed one of her many hot pink tank tops, and pulled it over her head.  I was sad, as I always am, when Annie's succulent pink nipples are covered over with clothing.  But the plum-sized knobs protruded through the thin top, close under the scooped neck, and the pink rims of her areolas peeked out from underneath.  

Annie raised her arms to her neck and fluffed out her sandy brown hair all around.  Then she slipped on her hot pink flip-flops, and turned to me with a smile.

"I am ready to depart!" spoke the radiant vision of my glorious wife.  Had I known what lay ahead for the evening, and everything that would transpire before the next time we would be in this room together, I would have never allowed Annie to leave.

Annie chatted happily all through dinner at the hotel's restaurant.  Annie remarked about this and that, completely ignoring our earlier unpleasantness.  Annie likes to babble on while I quietly and attentively listen.  I love her lively, animated personality, and enjoy hearing the melodic sound of her voice, with her delightfully charming British accent.  I love the wide range of facial expressions that dance across my wife's beautiful face as she babbles on.  Also, Annie is so intelligent, and everything she says is thoughtful and interesting.  I love everything about Annie, and therefore a foreboding pall hung over me throughout that dinner, knowing that trouble would befall as soon as we went back onto Bourbon Street.

Even though winter in New Orleans is very warm, the sun still sets early in February, and night had fallen while we dined.  We walked out into the darkness, and had barely cleared the door of the restaurant when it all began again.

"Show us your tits!" shouted a posse of drunken revellers, who greeted us at the door.  

Annie happily obliged, a sultry smile on her face as she peeled her snug top away from her nipples.  Annie gasped with pleasure as the cool night air swirled around her soft, pink buds.  The drunks screamed and shouted at the sight of Annie's creamy juggs, and then she gave them a special treat.  Annie arched her shoulders backwards, and projected her tits forward, took a deep breath, and inflated her soft balloons.  

Annie's breasts quickly swelled in diameter, an inch, another inch, and sagged lower down to her hips as they increased in volume.  Annie's nipples inflated, the soft buds swelling beyond their usual plum size, to maybe the size of a peach.  Annie's areolas stretched taut, becoming shinier and more translucent as their diameter increased.  Dozens of phones were held at nipple level to record the incredible sight.  

The horny male crowd went friggin' nuts!  Screams and shouts went up from all around as Annie's creamy juggs expanded before the crowd.  Annie's big tits swelled at least a dozen cup sizes, to the end of the alphabet and beyond, as each massive tit expanded to probably 18 or 20 inches in diameter.

"HOLY SHIT!!!"

"WHOA!!!

"GODDAMN!!!!"

"Did you see that?  Her fuckin' tits got even bigger!"

"How in the fuck did she do that?"

Annie lolled her head backwards with pleasure, as she absorbed the sexual energy produced from all those guys who gawked at her huge tits.  My cock instantly inflated in my pants.  Even though I've seen Annie's tits expand a million times, it's a sight that I never get used to.  That's why I wore those loose-fitting cargo pants.  The sound of all those horny guys ogling Annie's tits added to the experience, and I had no doubt that every cock within range was fully erect at the sight of Annie's incredible expanding melons.   

A dozen necklaces were instantly placed around Annie's neck.  Annie turned to me, with her tits still out, and gave me a loving smile.  Annie pressed her bare nipples against my chest, grabbed my head, and planted a big sloppy kiss on my mouth.  Another round of shouts went out, this time including female voices, as my barebreasted wife sucked my face in front of the crowd.  

Annie disengaged, her eyes locked on mine, and still smiling lovingly, as she pulled her tank top down to cover her nipples again.  Annie deftly pulled her tits back in as her top went down, so that her mammoth mams returned to their normal size inconspicuously, just as the top covered over her nipples.  Annie turned and faced the throng, and a round of applause went up for Annie and her big tits.  

It seemed like Annie was in love with me again, as if she had a change of heart following those nasty words we exchanged.  Annie was smiling at me lovingly as we walked down Bourbon Street, my arm around her middle, and one enormous breast smashed against my chest.  This scene was repeated over and over as we walked through the crowd.  Annie repeatedly exposed her breasts to her enthusiastic male admirers, and repeatedly expanded them to drive the guys insane.
  
Annie seemed like a sponge, soaking up all the lust and desire that her huge, swelling tits evoked from men.  Annie relished all that attention, and she appeared to crackle with sexual electricity.  But in the middle of her wildly-appreciated performance, while her big tits were still out, she would always give me a sloppy kiss in front of her fans.  I was hopeful that Annie really did decide to save our marriage after all, and if she did, I surely did not mind being the lucky bastard who held her on my arm as she flashed her mammoth juggs before all those horny guys.  

Annie - Mardi Gras

As we walked along, we passed in front of this one really seedy-looking strip club.  This wasn't one of the expensive, classy clubs on Bourbon Street sponsored by the big-name porn magazines.  This joint was dark and tacky, and a rank stench wafted out through its doors.  I was wanting to move my exquisite wife past this place as quick as possible.  That was when everything went to hell.

"Hey hey hey!  Look who's here!" spoke the greasy voice of Billy Breeze.

"Well well, it is isn't Arianna and uh..... um... uh...." spoke this fuckin' dickwad, as he pretended to have once known my name and forgotten it.  

At our last meeting, at the porn convention in Vegas, we were never introduced.  This famous big tit porn producer had propositioned Annie... with both a business proposition and with a sexual proposition.  I was ready to kick his ass, but then Annie smacked him, and a security guard dragged him off.  Once upon a time, I would have expected that to be the end of it.  But then a couple days ago, I overhead Annie talking to him on her cell phone, making plans with Breeze to meet for a secret rendezvous here at Mardi Gras.  And here he was.  Small world, huh?

"Billy!" greeted Annie enthusiastically.  "What a coincidence it is to meet you here!"

"Yeah, what a fucking amazing coincidence," I grumbled.  

I don't know how Annie managed to pull this off, but here we were, standing face to face with this slick, handsome porn promoter, for whom she once expressed undying hatred, and also called "dashing."

"Billy, you remember my husband Bob," introduced Annie, as if Breeze and I were good old long-lost pals.  Breeze and I just exchanged terse nods, neither of us reaching for a handshake or otherwise happy to see the other.  

"Well listen, come on in and let me buy you a drink," offered Breeze, solicitously, genturing toward that seedy, smelly bar, his eyes fixed on Annie's tits.  

"No thanks," I retorted firmly, understanding perfectly well that his invitation did not include me.  

"Oh do let's, Bob!  We might at least visit for but a short time."

"No Annie," I replied.  "Believe it or not, I'm not a fucking idiot."

"Well then!" said Annie, indignantly, unpeeling herself from my arm, "If you do not wish to accept a friendly invitation, I shall do so without you!"

With that, Annie stormed off through the entrance to the club, followed by Billy Breeze, who turned to me with a shit-eating grin.  I could not believe that Annie would play me like that, running off with this creep on the drop of a hat, especially after being so affectionate with me as we walked the street.  At that moment, I had no idea what sort of hook-up plans she and Breeze had made, sneaking around behind my back.  But what choice did I have?  There was nothing to do but follow Annie into the bar and see this through.  

I wrapped my arm again around Annie's waist, and she looked up disdainfully at me as she followed Billy Breeze into the bar.  This scummy hole was dark, except for the chick dancing topless on the stage.  She was not even a little bit attractive, too fat with small tits, and a very skanky look.  The air stunk like beer mixed with puke and piss, and nearly everyone in the place was male, and low-life types at that.  The sound system was too loud, playing some honky tonk crap that I'd expect to hear in a redneck biker bar.  At least there was no cover charge, unlike the high-end strip clubs down the street.

"So, what'll you both have?" asked Breeze as he addressed Annie's tits.  I assumed that by "both," he meant Annie and me, and not both her tits.

Annie leaned over to the bartender, and shouted her drink order over the loud music.

"I would love a glass of your finest Merlot, or perhaps maybe a quality Cabernet.  Do you have a recent French vintage?  If not, then a California red wine will be fine."

The bartender, Billy Breeze, and all the other scumbags sitting at the bar snickered and laughed at Annie's selection.  The bartender told Annie the way things were.

"Listen babe, this is a BAR, not some foo-foo New York City wine tasting club.  We serve drinks here.  So what're really drinking tonight? 

Annie put her finger to her cheek, her brows knitted in decision as she made another selection.

"Well, since we ARE on Bourbon Street, perhaps a shot of bourbon would be appropos!"  

Oh hell.  Walking into this shitty dive was the biggest mistake of the entire day.  I don't usually drink, partly because it messes up my bodybuilding program, but mainly because I just don't like it.  I had enough experiences in high school with bed spins and "offering sacrifices to the porceline god."  Getting drunk was for kids.  For her part, Annie has always been a tea-totaller, except for some occasional wine (in addition to the love wine).  I could not imagine how she'd react to even a single shot of hard liquor.  The bartender looked over at me.

"The same as her," I replied with dread, not at all liking the turn this evening had taken.

Annie downed her shot like a pro, and slammed the glass open-end-down on the bar.  I put my shot down with no trouble, even though it had been decades since the last one.

"So, how about another?" asked Billy Breeze, as he continued his conversation with Annie's tits.

"No, Breeze, that's quite enough," I replied insistently, moving in front of Annie to block his view of her huge juggs.  

"Well hey, all right then," Breeze answered menacingly.   Then he turned directly to Annie and asked if she wanted another shot.

"No, she doesn't," I stated flatly, a menacing tone of my own.

"Well then, hey babe, how about you pay for those drinks by giving me a little peek?"

Annie smiled alluringly, and began to lift up her tank top for Billy Breeze.  I stopped her.

"No, Breeze," I fired back, anger rising in my voice.  "You're the one who invited us for drinks, so it's your treat, and Annie doesn't have to pay for nothing."

"Hey, what the fuck, she's been flashing her titties up and down Bourbon Street all day!" said Breeze, with an oily grin on his face.  "I already saw them before in Vegas.... and I'll see them again tonight."

I stepped close to Billy Breeze, my nose a half-inch from his.  I spoke tersely and quietly, for his ears only.

"Listen motherfucker," I spoke through gritted teeth.  "I know all about your little scheme to fuck my wife.  It's not going to happen."

Breeze replied, with utmost arrogance, "Well, maybe that's for her to decide, and not you,?"

"Stay away from my wife, Breeze.  Or I'll destroy you."

"Hey, fuck off, asshole," he replied.  "I'm a very powerful man, especially in this place."

Breeze waved his hand, and four big goons appeared behind him.  Fuck all of them.  I'd fight every low-life in this shithole bar to keep and protect my wife Annie.  I stared right into Breeze's eyes, burning a hole though the back of his head, not backing down.  He tried to look tough, but then I saw the flicker of fear in his eyes as he understood that I meant business.  Maybe his thugs would fuck me up or worse, but not until I busted him up into little pieces.  

Then Breeze broke the stare, and moved back and sat on a bar stool.  I pulled a twenty out of my pocket and slammed it on the bar.  

"This'll cover our drinks.  My treat," I spoke, my simmer nearly a boil.  

Breeze had a "fuck you" look on his face, but then he turned aside and spoke to one of the guys at the bar.

"Come on!" I ordered, grabbing Annie by the wrist.

"Robert!  What are you...." scolded Annie, but I was not listening to any more of her bullshit.  I stalked toward the entrance, dragging her behind me.

"Goodbye Billy," spoke Annie, waving at Billy Breeze as I dragged her away.  Breeze kissed the air at Annie, and his crew all laughed to themselves.  

"Oh Bob, that was so rude!  You have humilated me once again!"

"Shut up, Annie," I replied, without looking up, gripping her wrist tightly.  

No bullshit, no lies, no more of this fuckin' Mardi Gras crap.  We were on our way back to the hotel to pick up our shit, and then we'll be on our way to the airport to fly home.  We were out of the door of that scummy hole and rounded the corner, when that bad night took another turn for worse.

"Well, well, well!  Who should it happen to be but Lady Arianna herself!  It's not surprising to see you here, in your own element."

My heart sank at the sight of none other than Ian Goldsmith, the smart-ass sex beat reporter for that shitty London "red top tab," the Daily Sprite.  Goddamn it all, it just had to be him, right now, this very minute.  Goldsmith was apparently still working on his series about American sex-capades, so naturally, he's walking around Mardi Gras, checking out all the tits.  

We encountered Goldsmith twice before, at that wet t-shirt contest in Hawaii last fall, when Annie had had that breast-expanding "wardrobe malfunction" when her tits tore through her shirt.  Then he was on hand in Vegas last month when Annie did that breast-expanding topless pole dance.  Goldsmith mentioned Annie prominently in his Hawaii article, though we managed to squelch his Vegas story before it hit the press.  

Both times, Goldsmith persistently tried to get me out of the way so he could get his hands on Annie's big tits.  Both times, I gave him a beating.  Assault charges were still pending against me from that time in Vegas.  Anyway, you better believe that Ian Goldsmith was the last asshole I wanted to see in New Orleans, especially immediately after dealing with Billy Breeze.    

"Well, Lady Arianna," sneered Goldsmith as he leered at Annie's considerable cleavage, dangling a bead necklace in front of her, "I believe the expression is, 'show me your tits'!"

I slammed Goldsmith against the wall of that seedy bar, and grabbed two fistfulls of his shirt in either hand.

"Listen Goldsmith," I raged, towering over the little shit, "don't fuck with me!  Especially tonight!  Get the fuck away from me and my wife, or I'm gonna break you in two."

Instead of backing off, Goldsmith looked over my shoulder and laughed himself a cocky, defiant little laugh.  I heard the distinctive catcalls of male lust, and dreaded what I was going to see when I turned my head.  There was my Annie with her shirt rolled up, a sultry smile on her face, revealing her overripe nipples to the guys in the crowd.  Annie turned her shoulders from one side to the other, and bounced on her toes, offering every male eye in the crowd a nice view of her creamy, jiggling globes.  

Then, before every assembled eye, Annie let down her tits.  Annie's enormous spheres expanded once again, increasing in diameter, and sagging down to the waistband of her jeans.  Annie's plump pink nipples puffed out, growing from plum-size to an overflowing mouthful.  Annie bounced some more to make her inflating juggs bounce and jiggle.  Her inflating nipples quivered as they swelled, looking softer and fuller as they increased in size.  

"Oh my!" exclaimed Goldsmith.  "Tell me, Penton, how does your lovely wife accomplish that neat trick?"

In that moment of stunned disbelief, I released Goldsmith and turned slowly toward my fucking slut of a wife.  Here I am, defending her honor, and she can't resist turning it into still another opportunity to show the world her nipples.  Camera flashes went off everywhere and elevated smartphones captured every second of Annie's smiling performance as she showed off her enormously inflating balloons.  I turned my head the other way to see Billy Breeze, standing in the doorway of that shithole bar, who looked at Annie's exposed tits and then back at me with a victorious laugh on his face.  I moved in slow motion toward Annie and her overinflated tits, but I could not prevent the next crappy development.

They say "the freaks come out at night," and nowhere is that truer than Bourbon Street in the French Quarter of New Orleans during Mardi Gras.  Of the many costumed revellers, there was this one asshole wearing a Batman mask and a cape that covered over his entire body.  Well, this joker spread his cape to flash Annie, to reveal a pair of black briefs down at his knees, and a rigid cock standing straight up and pointed at her.  

I suppose some of his girls (or maybe some of his guys) must've told this dude he had an impressive Johnson.  But Annie was visibly unimpressed.  Annie stood there, with her huge tits shaking and bouncing around, her nipples quivering, and just looked at the poor sap with a mocking smile.  Then she burst out laughing.

"Oh my, young man, do you believe yourself to possess an impressive penis?"

By this time, I had finally stepped alongside Annie, and was about to pull her away from this escalating out-of-control situation.  Naturally, my own cock was hard as a rock, like the cocks of every guy within view of Annie's tits.  But then Annie did something completely unexpected.  She dropped to her knees, and with one deft motion, she managed to pull down my loose-fitting cargo pants.  

My cock popped out as my pants fell to my knees.  Gasps went out from the crowd as my fifteen-inch-long penile monster was revealed.  It was as big around as a beer can, and circled all around with veins, just like my well-muscled arms. My cock pulsated and throbbed with sexual excitement, both from seeing my wife's huge tits and have having my own cock revealed in public.  The air crackled with all the sexual energy generated by the admiring eyes in the crowd, guys looking at Annie's nipples, and girls admiring my own engorged phallus.

Annie kneeled before my thick beefstick, and stroked it all around with her soft hands.  They she addressed Bat-Flasher  

"Now young man, THIS is a MOST impressive penis!"

With that, Annie swallowed my cock into her warm, wet mouth.  Screams went up from everyone in the crowd, both for the impressiveness of my cock, and for Annie in her latest performance.  Under these circumstances, after everything that happened, I would have loved to break this off and get Annie out of there.  But damn, Annie's mouth felt SO GOOD on my cock!  She was doing some incredible stuff to my penis with her lips and tongue, and I was instantly incapacitated with ecstasy.  I just couldn't do anything except stand there and let Annie do her magic on my throbbing cock, right there in front of that crowd.

Also, I was secretely happy that Billy Breeze and Ian Goldsmith were standing right there as my wife lavished her mouth all over my huge member.  That fat cock of mine was grown so much from 30 years of the melon diet, and I drew immense satisfaction from knowing that there was no way that any of those guys could have cocks anywhere near as huge as mine.  So they can drool over Annie's tits all they wanted, but I was the only one who had what it takes to please her.

Annie looked up at me from my cock with her dazzling green eyes.  I ran my fingers through her sandy brown hair as I smiled down on her.  But something wasn't right, I could just feel it in the air.  Suddenly, an intense, churning feeling was felt in my cock and in my balls.  Annie was using her mental mojo on me again!  She was using her new "suckerpunch blowjob" method of stimulating my cock and balls at the cellular level, to give me an instantaneous, hyper-intense orgasm!  

With my cock filling her mouth, Annie looked up at me with amusement in her eyes as I realized that I had walked into her trap. An electrical sensation surged up and down the length of my cock, and that familiar liquid churning was again felt inside my balls.  I tried to fight the overwhelming feeling as Annie's mouth bobbed up and down on my cock, but it was no use, the sensation escalated with each stroke.  

Annie's head bobbed once, twice, and three times, and after ten strokes of her luscious mouth on my thick shank, an instant orgasm erupted!  My huge cock detonated forcefully as an intense surge of semen was instantly drawn out of my balls, and sucked into Annie's mouth!  As before, red fireworks exploded in front of my eyes as my entire body shuddered violently at this release.  Every single nerve in my cock overloaded at once, and it was as if a hundred orgasms happened at the same time.  

My legs twitched violently and my body convulsed.  Intense pleasure mingled with pain.  My body was wracked with violent spasms of ecstatic torture.  My central nervous system was overloaded by the overwhelming sensation in my tortured balls and penis.  Annie laughed wickedly at me as her mouth suckled my huge cock, and then black mists swirled around as my knees buckled, and darkness washed over me.


Alone on Bourbon Street

I opened my eyes to a pleasant enough sight. I was lying on my back, looking up at a nighttime street scene.  Leaning over me were the Snow Queen from this afternoon, and also Cutie Pie, that young brunette.  They were both tending to me like nurses, cradling my head, and asking if I were alright.  At first, I didn't know what was going on.  These girls were thanking me profusely, and expressing their gratitude.  I sat up and both gorgeous babes were kneeling right on the pavement next to me, their tits right at my eye level.

At the same time, both girls lifted their shirts to show me their tits.  I didn't know which one to look at first.  The Snow Queen had the same milky-soft juggs that I admired earlier, with the same pale nipples.  Except now her tits were significantly bigger than before.  Her soft, floppy breasts had been maybe an F or a G cup, and now they were well down the alphabet, maybe a K or even bigger.  

The milky maid's soft, white, malleable funbags sagged gently onto her creamy thighs. She was clearly delighted with this development, and credited me for the transformation.  This could only have been the result of that "virtual sex" mindfuck we engaged in before, when I saw the girls' tits expand just like Annie's.  Except apparently that was not just a dream, but these were actual real-world effects.  This might wear off after she sleeps, as happens with the melon, but she'll at least have an even better time tonight at Mardi Gras than she would have had otherwise.

pic -- two girls

Cutie Pie looked at me as though I were a Greek god.  Her face showed an awed expression as she presented to me her own inflated juggs.  The taut, young globes also rested on her plump thighs, and her large, brown areolas were just about frisbee-sized, and looked so amazing, with the soft bud of her nipple resting in the middle, about the diameter of a silver dollar.  If the Snow Queen was now a K-cup, Cutie Pie was at least an O.  This gorgeous brunette reached down and stroked my long, deflated python, and only then did I realize that my cock was still out of my pants.

Both girls began to kiss my cheeks, as they both stroked my long but flaccid cock.  Their hands glided over each other's as they stimulated my cock, which began to respond to their soft fingers by slightly inflating.  Both girls rubbed their nipples against my bare arms and shoulders, which caused them both to gasp and moan.  There was a gathered crowd watching the whole scene, who saw Annie deliver that "suckpunch" blowjob to me, and stood around waiting for me to wake up.

In between kissing me and rubbing her huge tits on me, the Snow Queen said, "Why you both come to back my room, I'd like to express my appreciation."

"Mmmmm, I'd like that a lot," said Cutie Pie.  Then she gave my cock a squeeze and said, "Let's go... NOW!"

Had I been a different sort of person, nothing could have been more appealing than the idea of a three-way with these gorgeous, grateful, big-titted babes.  But I had to do something about Annie, I didn't know what.  She deliberately used her powers to knock me out, and then she ran off, leaving me on my back in the middle of the collected filth of Bourbon Street.  She's been acting so crazy lately, but I can't just give up on her.  She's still my wife, dammit.  At least for the time being.  I had to find her and get her away from this place, and get to the bottom of why she's behaving so erratically lately.

"I'm very sorry girls," I said, tucking in my limp tubesteak and fastening my pants, "really, I am, but I have got to find my wife."

The two girls were completely dejected to be rejected like that by me.  Both stood up and covered their tits, and looked at me with pouty faces.  I looked around and Annie was nowhere in sight.  Neither were Ian Goldsmith nor Billy Breeze.  I didn't know how long I was down, but it couldn't have been more than maybe half a minute.  I ran back into the shithole bar and looked around.  Neither Annie nor Breeze was anywhere to be seen.  If they were there, I would have seen them.  Then Breeze's same goons spotted me and grabbed me by the arms, and ushered me out the door, and tossed me back into the street.  

There I was, back on Bourbon Street, alone, without my gorgeous wife.  I picked up my cell and called Annie's.  It rang and rang and rolled to her voice mail, but she did not pick up.  I tried two more times, same deal.  Then I called Hoku Jones.

"Hoku, this is Bob.  Have you spoken to Annie?...  We got separated on Bourbon Street, and I don't know where she is....  

"It's a long story, but there's this creep that has been bothering her, and I'm worried that Annie is somehow mixed up with him in some way....

"Also, Ian Goldsmith is here in New Orleans.  I've already tangled with him.  I expect more trouble with him around....

"Listen, I'm going to look for Annie.  Are you at the hotel?...  Okay, stay put in case Annie comes back, and try to call her cell....  I'll look for her here on the street....  Okay, thanks.  Call me if you hear anything.  Talk to you later.  Bye."       

I elbowed my way through the crowd up and down Bourbon Street, looking for Annie.  I looked at every face in the crowd, and stuck my head into all the places.  There were a whole lot of people everywhere.  It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.  I kept trying Annie's cell, but she did not pick up.  At first I was frantic, but after over an hour of this search dragging on, I thought "screw it."  Annie had ditched me, and she was not picking up or intending to call me back.  That is that.

I was at the far end of the street from our hotel, and then slowly made my way back.  I was going to fly home tonight, with the intention of filing divorce papers first thing in the morning.  I passed that scumhole strip club again, and a crowd was gathered in front of the place.  I was not interested in whatever was going on, until I heard the loudmouth voice of Billy Breeze over a loudspeaker.

"Hey.... may I have your attention....  I want to take this opportunity to announce to all our loyal fans and club members that a new girl will be joining our line up.  You're gonna love her."

Claps and screams of approval went up from the crowd. I tried to push my way through, but was blocked by the thick crowd of bodies.  Past all those heads was Breeze, and he was holding Annie around the waist, one of her big tits compressed against his chest.  She looked shit-faced drunk.  Her head hung to one side, her hair was all disheveled, and she had a bleary, unfocused look in her eyes.  A big pile of beads was heaped around her neck, but at least her tits were their normal size and more or less covered up under her tight tank top.  

I'd never seen Annie in such a state.  Other than us both getting hammered on her love wine, I'd never before seen her drunk.  She didn't even look like she knew where she was, or what the hell was going on.  Her hand rested against Breeze's chest as he continued his announcement, which was interrupted by horny screams from all the guys in the crowd.

"You just saw her do her thing on the stage, ain't she amazing?  Have you ever seen a pair of tits like hers?  She's starring with me in a series of hard-core movies that will soon be posted in the members-only section of our site.  Please give a big warm welcome to Bobbi B!"

The guys went wild and Annie looked up, as if all the cheering and crowd noise was confusing her.  She slumped awkwardly against Breeze, and he pulled her waist to help her stand.  Then he held his microphone to her face.

"So Bobbi, would you like to say a few words to your new fans?"

Annie stood herself up straight, and teetered from side to side.  Then she bent over abruptly, and puked all over Breeze's shoes.  A big laugh went up from the crowd, and I shook my head in disgust.  Breeze looked extremely pissed, but he put on a fake smile and kept his cool in front of the crowd.  Annie fell against him again, and he stepped to one side, so that he wasn't standing in her puke.

"Ha ha ha," Breeze said humorlessly, "looks like someone has been having a good time here at Mardi Gras!"

Another round of whoops and cheers went up.  Annie started mouthing something and Breeze put the mike to her face.

"Bob... Bob...." Annie blathered, calling my name.  Breeze replied.

"What did you say?....  No babe, I'm Billy, you're Bobbi!"

I thought maybe Annie might have been calling to me, through her drunken haze.  Maybe she really was, but she was easily distracted.  One of the drunks in the crowd shouted "show us your tits," and then all the others joined in with the same.  Annie got a bleary smile on her inebriated face, and staggering to one side, managed to lift up her top.  One huge tit flopped out and bounced around, and then her other big tit shook loose of her top and followed the other.  The crowd went nuts screaming as Annie flashed her jiggling pink watermelons, at the sight of her quivering plum-sized nipples.  

Breeze stood there laughing his head off, holding Annie at his waist as I had done the whole day.  With her tits still out, Annie then dropped down to her knees (away from the barf) and began to fiddle with the waistband and zipper on Breeze's pants.  A lot of lusty laughter went up as Annie pulled Breeze's cock out of his pants.  He was well-hung like a porn star should be, but nowhere near what Annie was used to with me.  Breeze laughed the loudest as Annie took his stiff woody into her hands, and then swallowed his cock into her lovely mouth.  I stood there for a brief moment as I witnessed the demise of my marriage to Annie.   

That was all I could stand.  After this whole day, after everything that has happened, I was not going to stand there doing nothing while my wife gives a blowjob in the street to some greasy scumbag porn star.  I pushed my way through the crowd, but the people were packed elbow to elbow, and the dudes in front of me pushed back.  Then a whole day's worth of pent up anger exploded at once, and I thrashed my way through those bodies.

Annie was on her knees before Billy Breeze, her mouth completely swallowing his cock, her nose all the way up into Breeze's crotch hair.  Breeze was enjoying Annie's mouth on his cock so much that never saw my fists coming.

POW!  POW!  POW! 

I landed one punch on his face after another.  I knocked him back so hard that Annie's mouth came free of his cock.  I pushed Breeze into the crowd, and still kept pounding away at his fuckin' face.  Goddammit, I tried my best to thwart this plan, and keep my wife away from this bastard.  But she was determined to fuck around with him behind my back, and the two of them both conspired to play me for a fool.  So I was gonna pour all my rage into this motherfucker, and kill him with my bare hands if I could.

Breeze was on the ground, his face bloody, my fists covered in his blood.  But then my fists were pulled back as a couple sets of strong arms lifted me off him.  These would now be his goons.  Shit, he's still alive, and I'm about to die, I thought. Wish I could have at least killed him first.  Then the arms stood me up and I was looking at a different face than the one I expected.

"For cryin' out loud," said the cop, the same cop from earlier.  "You again?  Awright asshole, we're running you in this time."

Breeze managed to stand up, nursing his jaw, with his pants at his ankles, and his now-limp cock swinging between his legs.

"Get that fuckin' guy too," said the cop to his backup.  "Book him for indecent exposure."   

"Hey!  You can't fuckin' arrest me!" bellowed Billy Breeze.  "Don't you know who I am?  I'll be out of that place in ten minutes!"

"Pull up your pants, shithead," replied the cop to Breeze.  

Breeze was hauled off in a different direction from me, both of us being pulled through the crowd down the narrow street.  I saw Annie as I was being dragged away, and she was absent-mindedly staring into space, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, oblivious to everything that just transpired.  Then she just staggered off into the crowd, alone, walking away from that strip bar.

I had no idea what would happen to Annie now.  She was alone on the street, drunk as a skunk, and who knows how many drinks Breeze might have poured into her since I saw her last.  And now I could not use my phone to call Hoku.  At least Annie and Breeze were separated.  But then, goddammit, who did I happen to see but Ian Fuckin' Goldsmith!  He had been hovering at the edge of the crowd, like the little weasel he was, and was now moving in Annie's general direction.  He turned to me with one of his little smirks as I was being hauled off.  Then the crowd swallowed them both.


A Guest of Orleans Parish

I was cooling my heels for several hours at the New Orleans central lockup.  I was being held in an individual cell for violent offenders, since Breeze had pressed charges for assault.  A couple dozen guys were also held in cells in this area, and I could hear their voices from down the hall, from where I could not see.  I gathered that a lot of the revellers were being held in a big drunk tank somewhere, out of sight from where I was.  

I learned the hard way that there is some actual law enforcement at Mardi Gras.  Apparently a few hundred participants get arrested each year, many for the usual drunken shit, but many more get tabbed for "public lewdness," which is some serious trouble.  All the guys were shooting the shit, either waiting for someone to post bail, and many at least sleeping off the night until the Mardi Gras festivities were past.  As these dudes bantered back and forth, it didn't take long for the inevitable subject to come up.

"Hey, did any of you see that bitch with the really big fuckin' tits?"

"Ohhhh, you mean that blonde?  Holy shit!"

Dammit, Annie is NOT a blonde.  Her hair is "sandy brown."  She's very particular about that, not that any of these assholes would know or care.

"Man, that fuckin' slut was so hot and so horny!"

"She had her fuckin' tits out the whole fuckin' time!"

"Oh, I would so love to fuck that!"

"Oh yeah, you and everybody."  

"How big are them titties anyway?"

"Oh man, at least like friggin' basketballs!"

"Nah, they're a hell of a lot bigger than that!"

"Hey, did you see this?  The bitch can make them GROW!"

"Oh, hell yeah, I saw them do that!"

"I thought my cock was gonna explode in my pants watching them titties get bigger!"

"Bullshit!  No fuickin' way."

"Hell yeah, man.  Hey, this is for real!  I was in that strip club when the bitch took to the stage and grew her titties real huge!"

'Yeah, I saw that too!"

"Oh man, that bitch did the craziest fuckin' strip!"

Well, that got my attention.  So Annie did another strip dance after she ditched me.  This was news to me.  These guys took turns telling different parts of this story.  Dammit, it killed me to listen, but it helped me to piece together out what Annie was doing while I was combing the street, looking everywhere for her....

"Man, this chick was so friggin' drunk, she just staggered up on the stage, laughing.  But once the music started, she really knew how to move her shit around!  She was swaying her sexy hips all over the place, with her arms up in the air, reaching behind her head, and bouncing them big titties all around."

All the guys were ooo-ing and ahh-ing at all the details of this story.

"Then, real slow-like, she grabbed the bottom of her top and slowly pulled it upwards, peeling that top off of her big, fat titties.  Damn!  I could have cum in my pants when I saw those big, puffed out nipples!  She raised her top all the way into the air and tossed it away.  You shoulda heard all those fuckin' dudes!  I thought they were gonna tear that place up!"  

"That bitch just smiled and licked her lips, like she was licking a cock.  Then she slid her arms all along her sides, and squished them big boobs together, which made her nipples puff out even more.  She raised one giant funbag to her face and started licking her big nipple with her tongue.  I can't believe that a hundred guys didn't rush the stage and fuck her right there!  It was like we were like hypnotized or something."

"She was sucking on her own nipple, and looking like she was really getting off on it!  Then she dropped the one big titty, and it was bouncing all around, and she grabbed her other giant melon and did the same thing!  Man, it was so fuckin' amazing, seeing that bitch sucking her own tits, looking all hot and horny, like she was giving herself an orgasm, with her wide hips swaying around!  Every dude in the place would have volunteered to suck them big titties!"

"Then she undid the top of her pants, and bent them huge juggs over as she pushed her pants down off her hips.  You shoulda seen them gigantic mountains of meat swinging around, and bouncing against each other.  I could have buried my face between those jumbo-sized juggs and got lost forever."

"She was swinging that ripe ass of hers all around as she worked them pants off, bumping her hips from one side to the other.  Man, I just wanted to take my hard cock and ram it up that ass!"

"She kicked off her jeans, and I couldn't believe how fuckin' hot this bitch looked naked!  Her legs were so nice and full, and she had the most excellent pussy!  It was completely clean of hair!  I mean, it wasn't like she shaved it, with stubble and shit, but it was clean as a baby's ass!"

"So clean and fresh and pink!  Oh man, I could have just slid my tongue between those sweet, full pussy lips!"

"Then the bitch squatted to her knees, which spread out that awesome pussy!  Damn, you shoulda seen her inner lips, they hung down like a couple inches from her pussy, all red and slimy, and dripping wet!  Damn, that bitch was so fuckin' smokin' hot!"  

"Her fuckin' cunt had this fuckin' shiny red eyeball of a clit!  I mean, damn!  Whoever saw such a thing?  I coulda sucked that fuckin' eyeball right out of her pussy!" 

"And then once she got naked, that bitch totally cut loose! She was moving her stuff around, swinging her titties from side to side, and bouncing them up and down.  They were jiggling and shaking all over the place!  I could have grabbed them big titties and sucked right on them big, soft, pink nipples!"

"But check this out... when she bounced her big titties around, they got bigger!"

"Bullshit!  Fuck that!  Impossible!" 

"No shit, man!  I'm fuckin' serious!  You shoulda seen them!  They inflated like fuckin' balloons!  Her big puffy nipples bulged out even bigger, like they were too big to even fit in your mouth!"

"Them fuckin' huge titties were hanging down to her goddamn knees!  They got to be over two feet across, hell, maybe even three feet!"

"Oh man!  Fuck!  Wish I coulda seen that!" said some of the guys, starting to believe the story.

"I read some stories online about some girl just like that.  Just last week, there was some blonde at a nude beach in Florida with mega-gigantic tits.  Then there was some shit a while back about a blonde doing a topless pole dance in Vegas, where her tits got so big, she busted out of her bikini top!  Some other weird shit was going down at both places."

"No shit?"

"Hell yeah!"

"I bet it's the same bitch!"

"Fuck, I'd have to see some shit like that for real before I'd believe it."

"Well, you should've been at that strip club tonight.  You wouldn't believe how big whoppers like that can bounce and fly around!  It's like they got a mind of their own!  I'm surprised they didn't fly right off this chick's body!"

"But listen to the best part!  You guys won't believe this either.  At one point, the bitch closed her eyes, and started licking at the air, and it actually felt like she was sucking my cock!"

"Yeah, me too, that's exactly what happened!"

"She made her mouth into a cock-sucking shape, and then she moved her head back and forth, like she was pretending to go down on some dude, and it felt like she was really doing it!"

"Tell them about the best part!"

"No man, you tell 'em."

"Man, it actually felt like I came in my pants!  Except there was NO CUM!  And I didn't even touch myself!"

"That happened to you too?"

"It happened to fuckin' EVERYONE!  That crazy bitch somehow gave every guy in that place a blowjob!  Without even touching them!  From right up there on the stage!"

"Fuck that!  That's the biggest load of shit I've ever heard!"

"Alright, suit yourself, but I was there and I know what happened to me!"

"Yeah, me too!"

Well, so Annie did it again, just like in Vegas.  I hope she enjoys her new life a big tit nude stripper, who gives all the guys in the audience a virtual blowjob.  She's going to be very popular in this business indeed.

Then another guy chipped in from down the hall.

"Hey, I was holding them huge titties right in my hands!"

"Bullshit! Fuck you," went the skeptics.

"Hey, no fuckin' shit!  Really!  She was out in the street in the afternoon, only wearing nothing on them big titties but a couple handprints of body paint!"

Oh hell, now this asshole too!  Wouldn't you know he'd be here, in this same jail!  Can this fuckin' day possibly get any worse?  Each new revelation was like a fresh kick in the balls, kicking me over and over again when I was already down.

"I saw them big titties out on the street and I knew I just had to hold them,  I reached out and cupped them gigantic tits with both hands.  I couldn't believe how soft them huge meat pillows felt as I squeezed them in my fingers, and sunk my hands deep down into them. That bitch's nipples felt so amazingly nice in my hands.  Her nipples were so warm, like they were almost too hot to handle  My cock felt like it was a foot long and hard as a rock."

Only a foot long?  Not impressed.

"But then she really got into it!  She was totally into what I was doing with her titties!  Bitch was rolling her head around, all moaning and shit, and then she put her hands on top of mine and was guiding my fingers around to explore her sexy nipples.  Man, I felt like I was floating in the clouds somewhere, holding them huge titties.  That bitch wanted me to fuck her, right there in the street, right in front of everyone!"

"So why the fuck didn't you?"

"Yeah, why didn't you just whip out your dick?"

"Oh.... well... her boyfriend broke it up."

"Boyfriend!"  All these fuckheads started laughing.

"Bitch comes with some fuckin' boyfriend?  What the fuck kind of boyfriend brings his gorgeous big tit girlfriend to friggin' Mardi Gras?"

"Not fuckin' shit!  Man, if that bitch was my girlfriend, I'd keep her home everyday and fuck that shit over and over from morning til night."

"Yeah, what a dumb fuck."

Well, these words really stung like hell.  Yeah, that's all I wanted to do with Annie, just lay around and fuck every day, if only I could keep a girl like her at home.

"Hey, but then later on, after I was playing with them big titties, I had this sort of a dream where I was actually fucking her!  Like her tits got even bigger, and my cock grew bigger inside of her.  It was so damn real!"

Shit.  So this asshole really was one of the guys that Annie mindfucked after all.  That was such a wrong thing to do.  I can't believe I let Annie get me caught up into that fucked up shit.  Even though those girls were so friggin' gorgeous, and though the whole thing felt so good, and even though they loved it, I was wishing I could go back and undo that.

"That boyfriend must have been the same asshole who broke her shit up later on with Billy Breeze."

"Yeah, Breeze showed up at the club after that bitch finished her dance and put her clothes back on.  He was sure pissed off to miss seeing her strip!"

Well, that was one consolation.  At least Breeze didn't get in on Annie's virtual blowjob.

"Breeze announced that he was gonna be doing hard core with her on his site, members only."

"Oh damn, you know I'll be joining that site.  I'd give anything to see that bitch's big tits again."

"Yeah, she's gonna be the biggest tit model ever, in the whole fuckin' history of porn."

"A bitch that can make her big tits grow even bigger?  Fuck yeah!"

"What was her name, anyway?"

"Bobbi B."

"So what's the B stand for?"

"What the fuck do you think?"

"Bobbi Boobs."

"Bobbi Balloons."

"Bobbi Blowjob."

"Hahahahahaha!"

"So what happened to her after Breeze and the boyfriend got busted?  She just sort of wandered away."

"I saw her a little while later down the street.  She had her tits out again and was kneeling on the ground giving blowjobs."

"No fuckin' shit!  Damn!  How could I have missed that?  So what happened?"

"She was staggering around topless with her big titties bounching around, like a drunken slut, no shirt in sight.  Guys were grabbing her tits and squeezing them, some were taking turns sucking on her nipples, and she was just loving every minute!  

"Then some dude whipped out his dick, and the bitch dropped to her knees and sucked his cock!  Right there in the middle of fuckin' Bourbon Street! She only sucked him for like a couple seconds, and the dude came instantly, but then he passed out and fell down in the street.  Then a whole line of guys had their dicks out, and she sucked all of them too!  And they all came quick and passed out the same way!   So there was all these dudes lying in the street with their cocks hanging out, after getting some kind of a knockout blowjob from this chick."

So Annie really perfected her "suckerpunch blowjob" technique, and used it on these guys.  Amazing that so many guys would line up for that.  Even though I furious to hear this part, I was hoping at least that maybe Goldsmith didn't catch up to Annie after all.  I don't know which would have been worse.

"So how many dudes did she suck off?"

"There must have been 25 or 30 guys laying in the street.  That's how I got busted!  I was still passed out with my cock hanging out when the fuckin' cops got there.  But man, that was SO worth it!  I never felt anything like that in my life!  That fuckin' bitch gives the BEST head!"

"Oh yeah, that was fucking amazing!  Her mouth felt SO GOOD on my cock!  But you know what's fucked up?  As she was sucking me off, she kept saying 'Bob, oh Bob.'"

"Yeah, me too.  So who the fuck is Bob?"

"Maybe that's her boyfriend?"

"Well if she wants to give her boyfriend a blowjob, why's she hanging out with Billy Breeze and stripping in bars and sucking off every other dude in New Orleans?"

"Yeah, no shit."  

"Maybe Bob doesn't have a cock, so she needs to find them on the street."

"Hahaha!"

"Well that's one mixed up bitch, anyway.  Who ever heard of some fuckin' slut who could make her tits big like that?"

"Yeah, like she's got inflatable implants or something."

"I mean, she was wanting every single dick she could get into her mouth.  Dudes were stuffing bills in the pockets of her jeans, just to get her to suck them off next, and she was taking their money.  But she was so fuckin' eager to suck off every cock around.  She'd have probably blown every guy on Bourbon Street if she didn't get busted herself."

"Really?  What happened?"

"She was working the street for maybe a half hour, and the cops finally picked her up and hauled her sexy ass away.  But check it out, the bitch was trying to get into the cops' pants, to give them blowjobs too!  She probably did them all in the police car on the way to the station.  That bitch is one thirsty cum slut!"

"I overheard the cops say they were charging her with indecent exposure, multiple counts of public lewdness and prostitution.  But that's messed up because she wasn't actually charging anyone for a blowjob.  She was happy to do it for free, but the dudes kept giving her money, and she was taking it.  But she had all those bills hanging out of her pockets, so the cops probably thought she was working the street like a drunk whore."

Well, I had heard more than enough.  So Annie was locked up down here too.  Fucking prostitution???  Dammit all.  Fuck, I'm just going to leave her here to rot.  I'm sure not going to post her bail.  Thankfully, the corrections officer showed up just then to let me out.

"You made bail," said the cop.  "You're outta here."

As I walked down the cellblock, I looked at all the assholes who had been talking about my slut of a wife.  Then I looked at the big asshole who felt up Annie's tits, who she mindfucked.  I threw him the bad eye and he recognized me, even though I had shaved since he saw me last.  

"That's him!"  he shouted.  "That's the fuckin' boyfriend!"

"Husband, asshole," I corrected, "soon to be ex-husband.  And my name is Bob.  And her name is Bobbi Backache."  

Then all those guys started talking shit to me, about me and Annie and our marriage.  I just flipped them all off as I walked out, with my back turned to them, and my back also turned to my recent married life with Annie.


Whereabouts Unknown

Hoku Jones had paid my bail, and she was there to pick me up from the jail and give me a ride back to the hotel.  Hoku burst out with a big smile when she saw me.  

"Mmmm, a clean shave!  Very nice!  It becomes you!"

A compliment from a beautiful woman was nice to hear, especially after the shitty night that I had.

Hoku was dressed for work, as usual.  She was wearing a summer suit, a beige skirt with matching jacket, made of 100% cotton, with a red, floral print blouse, with several buttons undone.  Hoku came up and gave me a sisterly hug, to offfer some consolation for my latest legal plight.  Hoku's big, juicy, braless tits felt so nice squeezed up against my chest, but I was not in the mood to appreciate them.  We discussed the night's situation on our way to the car.

"Bob, I'm so sorry for this latest incident.  Assault?  Would you care to explain what happened?  And where is Her Ladyship?"

"You mean you haven't heard from her?  Didn't she call you?" I asked Hoku, unable to keep from worrying about Annie, even after everything that she put me through that night.

"No, I haven't," Hoku answered, a tone of worry in her own voice.

"Damn!  I heard a rumor in the jail that she was also arrested tonight, though we were not together at the time."

Hoku rolled her eyes in frustration, as a parent might do with a wayward teenager.

"So, what has she gone and done this time?" Hoku asked, in irritation.

I sighed, not sure where to begin to tell the story.

"According to what I heard, Annie has been charged with indecent exposure, multiple counts of lewd conduct, and.... um...., well...."

"Yes Bob?  Please continue," urged Hoku.

"Well... okay then, multiple counts of prostitution."

Hoku's eyes widened like saucers, and then she just shook her head.

"My, Her Ladyship is certainly in a bad way of late, isn't she?  I'm so very sorry, Bob."

Hoku and I got in the car, and then Hoku pulled out her phone and dialed.  As we drove off, she spoke to her local contacts in New Orleans, and had them make certain inquiries with the local police, to locate Annie and obtain her quick release.  

As Annie's personal assistant, Hoku handles all of Annie's professional affairs, and is intimately involved in all of Annie's personal affairs as well.  Consequently, Hoku has been aware of Annie's increasingly erratic behavior, and how she has lately become increasingly slutty.  As we drove back to the hotel, I briefed Hoku on the events of this night, including the lies that Annie told.

"Back at the house, I overheard Annie planning a secret rendezvous at Mardi Gras with this scumbag Billy Breeze.  Her excuse for sneaking away was that she had to take an important business trip with you this week.  What do you know about that?"

Hoku just shook her head in disbelief.

"No, of course that's rubbish.  There was no such business trip.  I cannot believe that Arianna would lie to you like that, any more than I can believe that she would schedule an adulterous tryst.  It is all so out of character for her.  In all my years, I've never known her to carry on so."

Then Hoku looked at me.

"I hope you believe that I would never be a party to any such deception of you, Bob."

Hoku's eyes lingered on mine for a moment too long.  She really has a gorgeous pair of sparkling blue eyes.

"Sure, Hoku, I would never doubt you.  But really, after everything that has happened today, things are over between Annie and me.  I intend to fly home immediately and file for divorce."

Hoku looked at me with a very sad expression.  It seemed like she sincerely wished for Annie to find happiness, to have a companion to help her endure the long years of her life.  But Hoku understood my own situation, and did not blame me for wanting out.  But her eyes seemed to hold another enigmatic secret, one which was impossible for me to discern....

Hoku parked the car and we each headed back to our own hotel rooms.  Hoku had some more calls to make, and promised to let me know as soon as she learned something more about Annie.  Meantime, I decided to take another shower and change out of my dirty clothes.  I had been in the New Orleans central lockup, after lying on my back in the middle of Bourbon Street.  A second shower of the day was required to cleanse my body of the latest load of filth of Mardi Gras.

I was sitting on the couch in a bathrobe, surfing channels on the tube, when Hoku knocked on my door.

"Excuse me, Bob, but we have received word of Her Ladyship.  Might I come in?"

I stepped aside and swung my arm wide, to invite the lovely girl into the room.  Hoku walked smartly over to the couch and sat down.  Then she indicated that I sit down as well, as though she needed to break some bad news.

"Lady Arianna was indeed arrested tonight, and charged with indecent exposure and inciting a riot, along with sixty-three counts of public lewdness, and twelve counts of soliciting prostitution, along with a strange charge of attempting to break out of jail.  She's facing serious sex offender charges under Louisiana law, in addition to the pending charges in Colorado and Nevada."

"Sixty-three?" I repeated, astonished.  How the hell could Annie have sucked that many cocks?  "So, are you going to bail her out?"

"Well, the problem is," Hoku explained, "neither I nor our barristers received a call from Her Ladyship herself.  Our sources in New Orleans have informed us that someone has already bailed her out instead."

Oh hell.  This can't be good.

"Okay, so do we know who that might be?"

"Yes we do... Ian Goldsmith."
 
I put my palm to my face and rubbed my aching head.  So my wife is now in the company of our arch-enemy, her whereabouts unknown.

"How long ago did this happen?" I asked.

"Over an hour ago," answered Hoku.  "She has not answered her mobile, nor has she replied to any of my messages."

So, Annie was released before me, and she didn't even bother to try to call Hoku or me.  I picked up my cell and tried Annie again.  It rolled over to her voice mail again without her picking up, just like all those other times tonight.  Well, whatever she's doing, I hope for her sake that Annie is having a good time.  

"Hoku, I'm wondering about those 63 counts.  I overhead the guy in jail say that there was 20 or 30 guys knocked out in the street when Annie was arrested.  I wonder what else the cops had on her?"

Hoku was reluctant to answer, and she hesitated as she looked down at her briefcase.  Then her well-manicured, red-painted fingers took out an iPad and turned it on.

"Bob, I didn't want you to cause you any more pain tonight than you already have endured, but I think you should see this.  Our local contacts were able to obtain this security video from the police station."

I took the iPad from Hoku and started the video on the screen.

"This was taken at the cental lockup at the police station earlier tonight.  Somehow, Her Ladyship must have used her abilities to defeat the locks on the doors, and made her way to the main holding cell in the male section of the jail."

The video showed an external view of a large cell, probably the drunk tank, with maybe 30 or 40 male detainees inside, and a guard sitting in a chair against the wall.  Then there was a lot of activity and movement in the cell, as all the guys came to the front, showing signs of interest and excitement.  Then Annie enters the camera's field of view, clearly topless and barefoot, with her tits enlarged to beach ball size.  

All the guys were looking her way and gesturing as Annie walked up to the guard.  The guard stands up, and he appears to be reprimanding Annie.  Then Annie drops to her knees and quickly opens the guard's pants.  The image is indistinct, but it's clear that Annie's head is at the guard's crotch, bobbing back and forth.  Then the guard collapses to the floor, and all the guys in the lockup appear to be cheering.

Annie approaches the door, and gestures with her fingers over the lock.  The door opens, and Annie sneaks in, quickly closing the door behind her.  She is surrounded by all of those guys, who crowd in close around her.  It's hard to see over all the bodies, but it appears that the guys are grabbing and squeezing Annie's tits, and taking turns putting their mouths on her nipples.  Annie throws back her head in an expression that I know so well, of her gasping and moaning with pleasure, as her over-sensitive nipples are stimulated.  It's clear that Annie is thoroughly enjoying receiving all this attention from so many men.

This goes on for a while and then Annie's body drops down into the crowd, her head disappearing from sight.  One guy throws his head back, as though he is physically overcome.  Then his body drops down and disappears into the crowd.  This happens over and over for some time, until the crowd thins out.  It is then clear that Annie is sucking the cocks of each of these guys, who all collapse almost instantly to the floor.  

This goes on for nearly ten minutes, as one by one, each of the guys line up for their "suckerpunch blowjobs," only to immediately collapse after quickly blowing their loads into Annie's mouth.  All of the guys seem eager to to be sucked off by Annie, even though they see all the other guys passed out around them.  They all seem like zombies, like they're hypnotized by Annie.  Finally, the last guy slumps to the floor, and everyone is unconscious, except Annie.  Annie stands up, wipes her mouth with her hand, and again gestures over the lock.  She swings the door open again, and takes care to lock it securely behind herself.  

By now, the guard is beginning to stir, as are the first few guys in the cell who Annie sucked off.  Just then, three more guards enter the scene, pointing guns at Annie.  Annie raises her hands in the air to surrender, topless and barefoot, wearing nothing but that tight pair of jeans, a satisfied smile on her face.  Annie says something to one of the guards, and begins to walk provocatively toward him, as if she wants to give him a blowjob too.  The guard stands back and only shakes his gun at her, and gestures that she walk in a certain direction.  Then Annie looks straight up into the video camera, giving a wink.  It seems as if she's looking straight at me personally.  She then smiles and blows me a kiss.  Annie is escorted by the guards out of the scene and the video ends.  

I tossed the iPad onto the coffee table, and leaned back on the couch, thoroughly disgusted.

"So how many additional charges did she rack up with all those blowjobs?" I asked Hoku.

"Thirty-seven," she replied, "in addition to the twenty-six from Bourbon Street."  

I just sighed.

"Well Hoku, it was already over between us before this, and this latest episode doesn't make our marriage any less over."

Hoku looked shocked and surprised.

"Bob... you're not serious, are you?"  

I looked at the lovely face in utter incredulity.

"Uh... well, hell yeah!  You don't expect me to still pretend to play the happy husband after all this, do you?  After Annie has played the whore all up and down Bourbon Street, all day and night, and sucked off half of the guys in New Orleans?"

Hoku looked sad, like she was about to cry.

"Oh Bob, I don't blame you at all for feeling that way, I really don't.  Believe me, I completely  understand being betrayed by one you love so very much.  But I'm not sure you understand how things are with Her Ladyship."

I stared expectantly at the gorgeous Hoku Jones, waiting for her to enlighten me.

"Bob, I am Arianna's personal assistant, but I am also her closest friend and confidant.  She has shared things with me that no others have heard, perhaps even you.  

"I don't believe that you and I can appreciate how it is for her to live so very long.  Arianna has lived an unending existence of loneliness and boredom.  She has outlived everyone she has ever loved.  She has seen the passing of her children and grandchildren, yet she lives on, as an ageless, libidinous adolescent.  As the years of her long life stretch before her, any new people she comes to care about also grow old and pass quickly, as seen through her eyes."

"I can appreciate that," I interject, "Annie has often explained that."

"But Bob," continued Hoku, "the part that you might not understand is that Arianna has become detached from human society.  She does not become close with people anymore since she fears the pain of loss, of saying goodbye all too soon.  A normal human lifespan to her is like that of a cat or dog to another person.  A decade passes for Arianna like a year would to us.  For this reason, Her Ladyship is terribly lonely, in a way that you and I cannot understand."

I pondered those words.  This insight helped me understand the disregard that Annie has lately expressed for "these children."  To her, the entire world is populated by a society of strangers who are foreign and alien to one of her generation.  

"That may be so, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stand back and tolerate a wife who sucks the cocks of a whole cellblock of men."

"Bob, I completely agree, her puerile and insensitive behavior is utterly inexcusable.  But your companionship to her means far more than you can ever know, or than she can ever express.  When William died, Annie lost her mind for a time.  She was hysterical, raving.  She sought to die herself, but death eluded her.  She attempted all manner of suicides, but would not die.  That damned melon will not allow the ages to claim her.

"Arianna wonders why she must live this endless life.  She senses that there is a purpose to the melon, a reason her youth has been preserved agelessly for so long.  Yet it maddens her to continually wait, to watch the years pass, to stand by while everyone around her dies, and then finally death overtakes her own ageless husband, leaving her alone.  Arianna wonders how long she must wait, if the melon might ever finally reveal its purpose.

"But Bob, when she found you, she rediscovered her life.  She once again found purpose!  With you being as ageless as she, Arianna need not face the coming ages alone.  She now has another perpetually youthful companion such as herself.  She believes that you have a role in the story, that through you, the melon will finally reveal its purpose.  You became her lifeline, her raison d'etre.  With you, all things will be made understood.  For these reasons, she could never find the words or deeds to express to you her love!"

"Oh right," I relied sarcastically, "so now she's 'expressing her love' by flirting in the nude with every guy who passes her by, rubbing her tits all over every man she meets, and finally sucking 63 cocks!  She sexually toys with people's minds with impunity, and uses them for her own amusement like they were goldfish, and openly betrays me right to my face, and plays me for a fool!  Wow, I am so moved by her heartfelt expressions of love!"

"I understand, Bob.  You have saved her from the despair of loneliness, but not from the crushing burden of unrelenting boredom."

"Huh, well I've done everything I can do to please her, I guess my cock is just not enough entertainment for her."

"Please Bob, it's not like that.  Try to understand that Arianna has always had wild sexual fantasies, ever since she was a young girl in Victorian England.  Everyone does, it's normal, but most people don't act on them.  But most people are not 185 year old perpetual horny teenagers, with over a century and a half of surpressing an overwhelming drive and sexual impulse.  

"Arianna has long desired to play the slut!  She's often told me as much!  She has long fantasied about being naked in a roomful of men, to be the object of the storm of their lust, to suck on them and to be sucked on in return!  She dreams of gangbangs and orgies, and to be in the middle of a mass of writhing, naked human flesh!  To be immersed in a flood of human fluids!  To be encirlced on all sides by engorged penises, all pointed at her, all continually squirting out fountains of semen, filling her and covering her!

"Most people live their lives without indulging in such elaborate fantasies, but most people are not at in a continually hypersensitized, nymphmaniacal sexual state for 170 years!  Bob, it's not that Arianna is bored with you for who you are yourself, it's just that she is incapable of being satisfied!  She lives in an incessant torment of unfulfilled sexual desire!  She lives for thrills that can never be attained!  Sensations that can never be fulfilled!  I admire her for displaying such restraint for so long!"

I sighed, and wondered how I could have ended up in this situation, having my dream come true, ending up married to the ageless girl of my youthful desire, only to see my dream become a part of her living nightmare.


All About Hoku

"Hoku, I believe I'm beginning to understand the situation with Annie that you describe.  But the simple fact remains that I myself am not a 185 year old repressed nymphomaniac.  I cannot and will not remain married to a girl who will not devote herself to me alone, no matter how much I love her."

Hoku gazed intently at me, her own enigmatic eyes hinting at whatever secret thoughts she held closely.  Hoku looked so gorgeous, with her black hair and her golden skin, her glittering blue eyes and her full, pouty lips... so much the type of woman to whom I am attracted.  My mind wandered, and I wondered how different life might have been had I met someone like Hoku after Diana passed, instead of Annie.  Then Hoku looked down at the floor, and began to tell me her own story.

"Bob, you must believe that I understand and empathize with you completely.  I live the same life, and feel the same way about the man I love."

"What do you mean?" I inquired, compassionately.  "D-do you mean that Mike....?"

"Michael and I have what he likes to call an 'open relationship.'  It is entirely his desire, not mine."

What?  Is this exquisitely gorgeous female specimen telling me that her long-time boyfriend Mike Kamaka is running around fucking other women?  Is he a fucking moron?  Hoku continued.

"I have loved Michael and have been devoted to him for years.  I have long wished that we marry, and that he become the father of my children.  But he does not share that desire.  He is constantly seeking new women to conquer, and only touches me when he cannot find any others.  Even on this trip, he is presently off somewhere on Bourbon Street while I sit in the hotel alone."

My head reels!  Hoku Jones is the most beautful, voluptuous, perfect woman I have ever seen in my life, second only to Annie herself.  I could not fathom how that asshole Mike could treat her like that.

"Hoku, I'm stunned.  Flabbergasted.  All I can say is, you're way too good for a scumbag like Mike Kamaka.  Why don't you just meet another man?"

Hoku sighed sadly.

"I might have liked to, Bob.  Believe me, it is not my intention to sit home alone crying, waiting for Mike to return from his galivanting with other women.  But my work does not allow me opportunities to meet other men.  I am on call for Lady Arianna 24/7.  I have no idea when she might require my services, or to which continent I might be travelling the next day, attending to her business.  I have devoted my life to serving My Lady, and have sacrificed my own personal pleasure."

Well now, I felt like a heel.  How many times have I called Hoku at odd hours of the day or night, to have her fix this or that, or lately to get Annie and me out of a jam?  I took for granted that Annie's gorgeous personal assistant was available to help us with anything at all, anytime we needed her.  I had no idea that I was helping to ruin her life.

"Even so, Hoku," I urged, "I'm sure there are lots of guys who would be happy to accommodate your schedule, and to see you whenever they can.  Isn't there anyone else that you've met who you'd like to be with?  Anyone at all?"

Hoku looked earnestly into my eyes.

"Yes Bob, there is indeed someone I know, with whom I would like very much like to be."

Hoku held my gaze, and my heart jumped as I realized her meaning.  Hoku's eyes told a tale of heartbreak, of her own and of her empathy for mine, but there was another heartbreak in Hoku's eyes, one that I did not yet understand.  Those stunning blue eyes also revealed the desire that Hoku had expressed for me, and stoked the attraction I had long felt for to blazing brightness.  

Abruptly, Hoku broke my gaze, gathered up her iPad and quickly stuffed it into her bag.

"I must be getting back," Hoku said brusquely, standing up. "I have so much work yet to finish tonight.  Good night, Bob."

Hoku turned quickly and headed toward the door, the heels of her shoes click-clacking on the tile floor.  I jumped up and bolted after her.  I placed my hands on her shoulders, and Hoku froze in her tracks, her body stiffening at my touch.  I turned Hoku around and again looked into her eyes.  Hoku looked back with an ardent but sorrowful expression.

I raised my hand and caressed her cheek with my finger.  Hoku broke my gaze and looked down.  I raised her chin and looked again into those glittering star sapphires.  A heavy-hearted expression washed over her features.  Then I inclined my face and brushed my lips against hers.  Hoku reached upward with her face and pressed her lips firmly against mine.  My hands slid onto her slender back and I pulled her against me.  Hoku reached her arms upwards and wrapped them around my head.  Our lips parted and Hoku's tongue reached gently forward to touch mine.

Our tongues circled together as our faces rolled gently against each other.  Hoku's soft tongue tasted so good as it slithered in and out of my mouth.  I pulled Hoku tightly against me, compressing her large breasts against my chest.  Hoku held my face in her hands, her red-painted fingers splayed open alongside my cheeks as we kissed.  I moved one hand upwards to cradle her beautiful head, and ran my fingers through her silky black hair.   

Hoku and I stood there sharing a kiss filled with warth and gentleness, expressive of our shared sadness, mutual consolation, and long-repressed mutual desire.  My hand slid upwards from Hoku's back, along her side, and glided it lightly over the swell of her breast.  Hoku softly moaned as my hand brushed over the front of her blouse.  

My fingers came to rest on the top button of her blouse, fastened over the middle of her cleavage.  My fingertips felt a thrill as they grazed Hoku's exposed flesh.  Hoku gasped as the button came undone, and she nuzzled her face against my neck.  Hoku's own hand came to rest on top of mine as I advanced to the next button.  A shudder passed through both our bodies as my fingers grazed her velvet cleavage.  I thought she might resist.

"Oh Bob," whispered Hoku softly in my ear, "she is like a mother to me.  I- I can't...."

I undid the next button, and Hoku pressed her hand firmly atop mine.  Then she guided my hand underneath her blouse, as she sniffed back a light sob.  A surge raced through my heart and my pants as my hand encountered the bare flesh of Hoku's yielding breast.  Hoku and I gasped together as my hand gently passed over her the diaphanous surface of her nipple.  The tender bud felt so soft against my hand, softer than silky velvet.  Hoku's hand caressed mine as it cupped the exquisite softness of her fulsome breast.  I kissed Hoku's neck as I brought down my other hand, and undid the last button on her blouse.   

As her blouse parted in my hands, Hoku let go of my head and faced me, and her beautiful blue eyes were moist with tears.  My eyes were drawn downward, down to Hoku's slender, golden neck, down further onto the bronze softness of her cleavage, separating the two wondrous orbs, with the sexy rims of her areolas sneaking out from the parted edges of her red floral blouse, behind which the fullness of her nipples still remained concealed.  

A sweet smile turned up at the corners of her full lips as I placed my hands on her neck.  Her arms hung submissively at her sides as my hands rounded her shoulders, reaching up underneath her blouse.  My fingers glided over the tops of Hoku's arms, sliding off her blouse and her jacket, which dropped together to drop to the floor.

Even in my vivid imagination, I could not have envisioned the full flower of the beauty of Hoku Jones as she stood topless before me.  Her brasen skin was so soft and smooth.  Her golden breasts hung down so very round and full, appearing so much larger that I envisioned.  Her warm spheres of flesh sagged ever so slightly, hanging down slightly oblong, tapering subtly toward plump nipples.  

Hoku's succulent nipples were so full and large, subtly puckered in the middle, and pointed gently downward under the considerable weight of her breasts.  Hoku's soft, large nipples tapered subtly into her large, circular, puffy areolas, a light beige in color, just a shade darker than her burnished skin.  Hoku's areolas were raised up from the surface of her breasts, and were encircled and dotted all around with little bumps.  Hoku's sexy nipples just begged to be sucked.

hoku -- nude

My eyes widened in excitement at the view of Hoku's glorious breasts, and I gasped at the sight of Hoku's exquisite nipples.  I stood in stunned amazement at the feminine beauty presented before my eyes.  My engorged phallus throbbed persistently in my pants as I admired the full flower of Hoku's sumptuous tits.  I reached up and took Hoku's mounds of delightful flesh in my hands.  Hoku gasped with delight as my fingers fondled her wondrous orbs.

"Hoku..." I whispered breathlessly, "you are utterly spectacular... completely magnificent... gorgeous beyond description."

Hoku's eyes shut, and a gratified smile curled in her face, as if she exulted in those words, as though she longed to hear me say that, like my admiration for her majestic breasts was the fulfillment of a long-felt desire.  Hoku gasped with pleasure as my fingers caressed her soft breasts, and she reached up and rested her soft hands on top of mine.

Hoku opened her eyes to face me, her breath heavy with excitement, staring expectantly at me with seductive bedroom eyes, her smile broadening with anticipation.  As I drew her close again, Hoku's hands parted the front of my bathrobe, and she pressed her firm, bare breasts against my solid chest.  We shared another warm, gentle kiss as I felt the tropical warmth of Hoku's tender mounds compressed upon my chisled pectorals.  

I held Hoku close as we kissed, and I undid the clasp on her skirt.  My hands reached under her snug skirt, so that my fingers dug into the firm flesh of Hoku's tight, athletic backside.  The skirt slid down over her taut thighs and onto the floor as Hoku undid the tie of my bathrobe.  My own arms fell to my sides as Hoku's fingers urged the bathrobe over my shoulders.  Then my bathrobe slipped away to join Hoku's garments in a pile on the floor.

My eyes basked in the magnificent glory of the nude body of Hoku'Vahine Elizabeth Jones.  Every inch of her skin was kissed by the Pacific sun, the heritage of her Polynesian forebears, yet lightened by her English ancestry, so that her flesh was tinted with a delightful golden hue.  Her shiny black hair fell down lightly upon the roundness of her shoulders, and lay upon the tops of her full breasts.  Her beige nipples quivered as her chest heaved excitedly with each heavy breath, and her smooth, puffy areolas glistened in the soft light of the hotel room.

My hands cupped the soft firmness of Hoku's large breasts from underneath.  Hoku's glorious golden orbs hung down alluringly at the narrow taper of her trim waist, which flared out again at her wide hips.  A neatly-trimmed stripe of curly black hair extended upwards from her plump labia, at the tops of her full, tight thighs.  Her long, shapely legs tapered at her knees, and swelled out again at the fullness of her calves.  Her entire luscious form sat on top of narrow ankles and small feet, with dainty toenails painted red to match her elegant fingernails.

How utterly gorgeous did Hoku appear, as my eyes soaked in the perfection of her nudity.  And how different she is from Annie.  There are so many ways for beautiful women to be beautiful.  They are like snowflakes, no two beautiful women are alike.  In that moment, I forgot all about my the creamy beauty of my gorgeous slut Annie and her betrayal of our marriage.  Instead, I was completely immersed in the tropical beauty of the gorgeous Hoku Jones, and her magnificent golden breasts.

Hoku gasped as she first observed my nude body.  She reached her hand up onto my square shoulders, and ran her fingers down every contour of my muscular biceps and firm pectorals.  Hoku's soft hands converged on top of my engorged penis, which rested against my washboard stomach.  Hoku gently stroked her soft hands up and down the full fifteen inches of the shank of my cock, and encircled her soft fingers around its substantial girth.  

Hoku gently caressed the head of my cock, shiny and maroon and taut with excitement, which loomed upwards toward her.  Hoku stared down with wide eyes at my swollen phallus, shaking her head, as if in disbelief.  Her gentle stroking caused a sticky drop of pre-cum to ooze out of the eye of my throbbing cock.  Hoku dabbed it with the tip of her red-nailed finger, and smeared it around in a shiny circle on the end of my cock.

"Oh Bob....  i-it's beautiful!  I- I had no idea!  Oh... in all my times sharing the melon with men, never have I beheld such a huge, powerful, virile penis!  I had no idea that this was even possible....  Oh Bob, I am so unworthy of you!"

I raised Hoku's cheek again with my finger and looked into the sea of her blue eyes, freshly moistened again with tears.  I had only previously known Hoku as a tough, confident businesswoman, but here and now, standing naked before me, with her beautiful breasts sagging down seductively to her waist, Hoku was so soft, so feminine, so very vulnerable. 

"Hoku... please don't speak that way.  You are absolutely gorgeous, exquisitely beautiful."

I reached underneath again and cupped her amazing golden spheres in my fingers, my thumbs gently caressing her soft, beige nipples.

"It is I who am fortunate to have found you."

A smile brightened Hoku's face again, and I kissed her full lips once more.  My huge, elongated cock extended upwards nearly to my breastbone, and Hoku rubbed her warm nipples against it.  As I leaned forward, Hoku nestled my cock into the velvet valley of her cleavage, tucked between the silky softness of her succulent breasts.  I encircled Hoku in my thick, muscular arms, and held her close as our tongues touched once more.

Hoku squealed with delight as I pulled her body tighly against myself, compressing my long, thick penis against her bare belly.  Our hands glided over each other's nude bodies as our tongues wrestled together in our conjoined mouths.  How different did the lovely Hoku feel in my arms than Annie, how different was her fragrance, and the taste and sensation of her tongue in my mouth.  

I disengaged from the kiss to admire the bright, eager smile on Hoku's face, and in one swoop, I gathered her into my arms.  Hoku's own arms were draped around my neck, and stars danced in her crystal blue eyes as I carried the lovely Pacific flower into the bedroom.  I gently laid the beautiful Hoku on top of the bed which had formerly been Annie's and mine.

Cuddling next to her, I held the soft, nude body of Hoku Jones in my arms as we kissed some more.  Her huge breasts were compressed firmly against my chest, and my hugely elongated cock was squished between Hoku's soft pillows.  Our legs were intertwined, and I savored the sensation of Hoku's copper thighs rubbing against mine, her soft, smooth feet rubbing along my calves.  One arm cradled her head, my fingers bunching up and playing with her soft black hair, as my other hand caressed all along her thighs, and over to her firm buttocks.  

We layed there for a very long time, kissing each other as I fondled and explored her body.  The sounds of jazz music drifted up from the street, and the laughing and revelling of the crowd greeted our ears, as a serenade to our tender lovemaking.  Our combined passion rose as Hoku's fire was kindled.  I tended her erotic fire carefully, and stoked her flames to increasing light and heat.  Hoku's breathing became more labored, her moans became more emphatic, as she was engulfed in the bright blazing flames of ecstasy.  

Hoku moaned expressively as my fingers discovered her sweet vagina.  My fingers probed and caressed the warm wetness between her legs as her tongue probed and caressed the warm wetness of my mouth.  It was unusual to feel Hoku's well-trimmed hair in my fingers, compared to Annie's clean, hairless vagina.  Hoku grunted enthusiastically as I found her clitoris.  It was so much smaller than Annie's maybe the size of a pea, but felt just right rolling gently between my two fingers.  

Hoku's breathing became fast and deep as I dandled with her clit, and her fire ignited with each little squeeze.  Hoku pulled away her mouth and tossed back her head with gasps and groans.  I sucked and slobbered on her neck as she pulled my head tightly against hers, digging her perfect red nails into my own neck.

"Oh Bob!  Ooooohhhh... that feels so good!"

Hoku was so different...  so gentle, so affectionate, so feminine and submissive, so appreciative of every little nuance of lovemaking.  Hoku was so different, rathern than a tornado of sexual energy, an overwhelming force of nature, ready to explode, like Annie. Instead, Hoku was simply a warm, loving, attentive woman, a real woman in the fullest sense, a woman that a guy could spend the rest of his life inventing new ways to please.  

Hoku's hands were all over my body as I caressed hers, and she moaned with ecstasy.  Then Hoku rolled herself over on top of my crotch, and dangled her perfect tits in my face.  I reached up and squeezed the soft globes together in my hands, which made her puffy nipples puff outwards even more.  The tip of my tongue reached up to Hoku's succulent nipples, and I drew little circles around them.  

Stammered moans escaped from Hoku's mouth as my tongue glided over the little bumps on her areolas.  Hoku gasped sharply as I placed my lips fully upon her beige nipple.  She shrieked with pleasure as I sucked gently on her puffy tip.  I LOVED how she told me all about it....

"Ohhhh... oh Bob, suck my boobs!  Oooohhh... that feels SO GOOD!  Oh Bob, I love how you suck my nipples!  Oh Bob.... hold them... squeeze them.... oh.... oh, suck them, Bob... oh, suck them hard!  Oh... SO hard!"

Hoku's nipples felt so good in my mouth, so right, as if it were these perfect nipples that I should have been suckling all these years.  Hoku gasped and moaned as I sucked her nipples, and she frequently yipped and squealed as my lips and tongue accomplished something she especially enjoyed.  Hoku kissed my head as I sucked her tits, moaning enthusiastically. Her fire blazed brighter, and Hoku's head thrashed about as she jerked her bouncy juggs from side to side, making my mouth slobber from one luscious nipple to the other, her silky black hair flying around.  

Hoku's pussy was so warm and wet against my cock.  She gyrated her hips back and forth along the thick shaft as I sucked on her nipples.  Hoku was thrashing all around, and she was practically screaming with delight, when suddenly, she pulled herself backwards, yanking her nipples out of my mouth.  

Scooting her body down against mine, Hoku took my big, thick cock in both hands, and rubbed her face on it.  Her mouth was wide open and she panted loudly as she rubbed my cock head next to her soft, bronze cheek.  Hoku's cheek was smeared with a shiny streak of pre-cum, which oozed out of my cock.  Hoku's tongue reached out and caressed my corpulent phallus as her face slid up and back against it.  Hoku smiled at me seductively as her tongue licked at the fluid oozing from the tip of my cock. Still holding my gaze, Hoku slid her open lips over the end as she swallowed the big, bulbous head of my thick cock into her eager mouth.

Hoku draped her long black hair on my chest as she sucked my cock into her mouth.  I ran my fingers through her hair and reached down to kiss her head as she lavished affection on my member.  Hoku's tongue caressed my cock head from the inside of her mouth as her lips surrounded it from the outside.  Hoku clutched the thick shaft with both hands as she frantically sucked on my cock.  The floodgates of Hoku's passion burst open as she attacked my cock with her mouth.  Such passion, such enthusiasm, it seemed to me as if sucking my cock was the fulfillment of Hoku's long-felt desire, as if it were something she always wanted to do.  Hoku could barely fit the head of my cock into her sweet mouth, but she poured all of her amorous fervency into it.

"Mmmmm... Oh Bob," said Hoku between slobbers, "your cock is SO FUCKING BIG!  Mmmm... I can hardly fit it in my mouth!  Mmmmm... *suck*, *slurp*  Oh Bob!  Oh, I absolutely LOVE your huge fucking cock! *slobber*"

I lay back and savored the pinnacle of pleasure as the sweet, gentle, Pacific flower assaulted my cock with her lips and tongue.  Then Hoku popped her mouth off and scooted herself upwards, to slide my corpulent trunk into her velvet cleavage.  I pressed my hands against Hoku's luscious tits, squeezing  her tender mounds of flesh around my engorged shank.  Hoku slithered her squishy funbags back and forth around my pulsating cock, and a fresh round of gasps and groans escaped Hoku's lips at this new stimulation.  I told her all about it.

"Oh Hoku.... ooohhh...  oh, your huge tits are SO NICE!  They feel SO SOFT on my cock!   Mmmmm...."

"Oh Bob," gasped Hoku in reply, "this is SO WONDERFUL!  I could stay here forever with your BIG HARD COCK cock between my tits!  Ooooohhhhhh...."

I pulled Hoku closely against me, and wrestled her thrashing body firmly against mine.  Then I rolled us both over so that Hoku's beautiful head was resting against the pillow, her black hair touseled all around.  I loomed over the gorgeous girl, and her amazing blue eyes glittered and danced like the Pacific waves on the shore as her golden face gazed up at me.  Her full, red lips were parted in excitement as Hoku beamed upwards at me with a beatific smile.

I marvelled at how Hoku resembled Annie, and even my late wife Diana.  Perhaps this resemblance was bestowed by the common effect of the melon on all three girls, but in that moment, Hoku appeared to possess all the beautiful qualities I ever loved in both my wives, in addition to many fresh, new, exciting qualities that were unique to her alone.  My heart pounded with the thrill of what we were about to share.

"Hoku... you are so exquisitely beautiful."

Hoku smiled brightly at my tender compliment, and the ocean of her blue eyes sparkled and glittered.

Hoku's ample bosom was squashed against my chest as I leaned over to plant a tender kiss on her lovely lips.  I moved my hips forward into position, and placed the tip of my huge cock against the sopping opening of Hoku's vagina.  Hoku looked up at me timidly and pleaded with me very softly.

"B-Bob?  W-would you please be gentle?  Please?"

I reached my face down and placed another very soft, tender kiss on Hoku's full lips.

"Of course, sweetheart.  I would never think of doing otherwise."

And then, as slowly and as gently as I could, I urged my massive cock into Hoku's wet pussy.  I stared into Hoku's beautiful blue eyes as my penis entered her vagina, which radiated a look of joy back at me.  My cock slid in easily, in spite of its considerable girth, into Hoku's well-lubricated secret place.  Hoku held a sustained scream of mingled pleasure and pain as my engorged penis slowly, tenderly, penetrated her vagina.  My cock hit bottom inside her about halfway down its length, and Hoku weeped and moaned with ecstasy as my thick member opened her sweet chamber.  

I tenderly drew back my python and urged it gently forward again.  Hoku screamed once more, and I could feel the strong contraction of her pussy on my cock as she instantly orgasmed.  Another gentle lunge and another, each accompanied by more screams, as my thick cock inflicted a series of orgasms on Hoku.  The Mardi Gras revellers in the street below heard Hoku's loud screams, and cheered and howled as my cock gently, slowly, pushed Hoku to ever-greater heights of bliss.   

Hoku screamed louder with each lunge, until finally, my own cock reached its peak.  A fountain of creamy cum shot up into Hoku's body, and she was wracked with convulsive shudders.  Hoku's back arched and she let loose a long wail of ecstasy as she reached the summit of her own multiple orgasms.  We held each other close as we both stuttered out loud grunts, as we shared the warmth of our mutual climax.  A loud ovation from the street wafted up to our ears, and Hoku beamed up at me with a wide grin as she urgently panted for her breath.  

I rolled on my side, carrying Hoku over with me, my still-erect penis up inside of her, and we gazed at other in the warm brightness of our post-coital afterglow.  I brushed aside a few black strands from Hoku's face, as she marvelled at the experience I had just imparted to her.  We stared into each others' eyes for some time, listening to the funky jazz music of New Orleans, as it rose up into our windows from the street.  

After a time, Hoku began to look sad again.  She broke my gaze and closed her eyes, her face cast downward away from mine.  Then Hoku made to pull herself away from me, but I held her close, and would not let her disengage.  Hoku looked up and her eyes were again moistened with tears.

"I- I have to go, Bob," said Hoku, her voice like a sob.

"No you don't, Hoku.  Stay with me!"

Hoku looked down again, and this time, a tear rolled down her beautiful copper cheek.

"I love her, Bob!  She's like a mother to me!  And you are her husband!  Oh, I simply must leave!  I feel so ashamed!"

I lifted her cheek again so that her moist blue eyes made contact with mine.  Then I moved my hips.  My rigid penis moved up and down again inside of Hoku.  Her eyes opened dolefully, but then a slight smile curled at her lips.  I moved my hips some more as I held Hoku's gaze.  She then moaned gently again, and a fresh series of ecstatic gasps escaped her lips, as she stared into my eyes.  

Hoku pushed my shoulder roughly, and she swung me onto my back.  Hoku mounted herself on top of me, her hands on my shoulders, my erect penis deeply embedding inside her body.  Hoku's full, golden breasts hung down tantalizingly, her puffy beige nipples bouncing a few inches above my face.  A look of pain contorted Hoku's face, and then she tossed her head back in a forceful grunt of agony.

Inexplicably, Hoku's tits began to enlarge!  I watched in stunned amazement as her golden breasts increased in diameter!  Hoku moaned piteously as her body was wracked by a mingled pleasure and pain inside her breasts.  Hoku's pliant spheres sagged down closer toward my face, as her soft nipples bulged out enormously, becoming fuller, maybe two inches across, so round and soft. Hoku's puffy areolas inflated before my eyes, becoming like half grapefruits, sexy beige domes mounted on the end of each oblong breast.

"Unnggh..." grunted Hoku, "Oh Bob, what's happening?  What are doing to me?"

Somehow, Hoku's breasts were expanding!  Apparently, somehow, my melon-infused semen, disgorged deeply up inside of her, was causing Hoku's tits to swell and enlarge!  Hoku moaned as her breasts involuntarily inflated, and her swollen nipples sagged down closer toward my face.  I grabbed Hoku's distended boobs in both hands, and mashed the soft pillows against my face.  Hoku groaned in ecstasy as I suckled both of her swelling nipples into my mouth, and she screamed as her sensitive buds were stimulated again by my lips and tongue.  

"Oh Bob... oh, my tits... my nipples.... Oh, that feels SO GOOD... oooohhh... you wonderful man...."

Hoku swayed her hips, which caused my thick phallus to slide in and out of her sopping pussy.  A mingled mess of my cum and Hoku's pussy juice dripped down the sides of my throbbing member as Hoku bounced up and down, collecting in a pool on my abdomen.  Hoku thrust her hips down forcefully onto my crotch, but this time, my huge cock did not bottom out in her pussy.  In addition to the swelling of Hoku's tits, her vagina enlarged inward, excavating itself to fully accommodate my considerable manhood.

Hoku quickly bounced herself back to the summit of pleasure, splashing and slopping the cum pooling up on my belly, as I suckled furiously on her swollen nipples.  A fresh round of frantic screams brought more cheers up from the street.  Finally, I could not hold onto Hoku's enormous tits any more, and they flopped and bounced all over the place as she galloped along on top of my cock.  Some more forceful grunts were accompanied by some slurping sounds as Hoku's hips orgasmed repeatedly on top of my cock.  

After she bounced through maybe 25 or 30 orgasms of her own, Hoku's tight, wet pussy finally coaxed another prodigious load out of cum of my cock.  We shared several mutual grunts as another geyser of cum erupted from my cock into Hoku's eager snatch.  Another huge squirt, and then another.  Hoku's hip gyrations finally tapered down, as did my ejaculations, and then Hoku's body collapsed against mine.  Hoku's newly-enlarged balloons compressed against my chest, and I held her body close, as we lay there, panting strenuously.

"Oh Bob, I'm a virgin all over again, here with you!  It's as if I never had sex before in my life."

Hoku rested her head against my chest, and looked up into my eyes with sheer awe and wonder.

"Bob, how have I lived for so many years without you?  And how will I go on living the rest of my years after tonight without you?"

I held her soft, bare shoulders and ran my fingers again through her long, black hair.

"Who says you have to, Hoku?  Tonight is a new beginning for us, not an end."

Hoku looked at me with eyes filled with sorrow, not speaking aloud her thoughts.  I tried to open my mind to her, but her thoughts remained her own.  Hoku's next words were a stunning revelation.

"You are probably not aware, Bob, but your file was my first assignment for Lady Arianna at the Berkshire Foundation."

"Oh really?  And what did that entail," I inquired.

"It was my responsibility to compile information about you, and insure that your interests were overseen."

I was startled to hear this disclosure.

"So you were spying on me for Annie, before she and I first got together?"

"No, Bob, not 'spying.'  It was my duty to insure that you received your stipends, and that your needs were otherwise looked after."

Well, all those years, I knew the checks were coming in, and everything was taken care of, even though I never had any official contact from Annie or her organization.  I now learned that I had Hoku to thank for all that care and provision.

"Huh, well that's very enlightening, Hoku.  I never did learn any details from Annie about how all that was handled.  So when did you begin to work on my file?  Maybe sometime in the late 90s or so?"

"No Bob, from the beginning," Hoku replied.  I laughed at the suggestion.

"That's very funny, Hoku, but I began receiving those checks in 1979.  You weren't even born yet!"

"Oh yes, Bob, that was me indeed," said Hoku, looking deeply into my eyes.

Huh???  No way!  My mind reeled!  Hoku Jones appeared to be a very youthful 30 at the most, but there's no possible way that she could have been working for Annie in 1979.  Hoku continued.

"Lady Arianna first mentioned you to me in 1975, upon her return from meeting you at your family reunion in Colorado.  She even gave me a picture of you, as you appeared at the time, a boy of 15."

"Uh.... Hoku...?" I began, unsure how to ask the next question.  Hoku anticipated my question, and offered a reply.

"Bob, I was 14 years old at the time."

"Then that means you're...." my mind reeled in disbelief the obvious conclusion.

"Yes Bob, I'm 50 years old.  I'll be 51 on my next birthday, this April.  I'm only one year younger than you.  The melon has preserved my youth to a large extent, though I am not ageless like you and Her Ladyship.  Were you not aware?"

"No Hoku, not at all!  But then you and Mike Kamaka...." I wondered.

"Michael is a much younger man than me, a mere child of 35.  This is perhaps one reason that he does not remain faithful to me, since he considers me an 'old lady.'  Also, he does not like how my service to Lady Arianna requires me to work at all hours.  I have only been with Mike for the past several years, and he has never shown any devotion to me whatsoever.  I had several other lovers when I was young.... but never the one man I truly desired."

I looked at Hoku with incredulity.

"Bob, I kept that picture of you that Her Ladyship gave to me.  I have kept it always.  Lady Arianna mentioned at the time that we were both young people, about the same age, and she promised me that one day, she would arrange an introduction between you and me.  Well, that obviously never transpired, at least not until last summer.  If only it had.  

"Bob, I have always loved you, ever since I was 14 years old.  You're the only man I have ever desired."

My mind reeled again with the implications of this new revelation.

"As I researched your life, I came to love you more and more, though we had never even met.  Every detail I learned about you, every fact I obtained, made me want you all the more.  My assignment even had me often observing you up close.  Many a time, you and I were standing in the same line together, or sitting at nearby tables in restaurants, often in different cities.  You must have smiled at me a thousand times, never realizing that I was the same girl from one time to another.  Yet I was strictly enjoined to never speak to you, or to introduce myself."

My thoughts swirled with the imaginings of what might have been.  As a young guy, I always flipped for dusky brunettes, and Hoku is my idea of the perfect woman.  Had I met the lovely Hoku as a teenager, I would have fallen in love with her on sight.  What if I had met Hoku in the summer of '75, instead of Diana?  What if it had been Hoku and I who first discovered our love together?  What if it had been she and I who had been together all these years?  My brain staggered at the loss of all those years, and what Hoku and I could have had together.  Hoku continued her sad tale.

"I watched you grow from a skinny teenager into a muscular man, without ever once speaking to you.  I followed the details of your relationship with Diana, and was heartbroken to learn of your marriage.  I've been heartbroken, Bob.  All these years.  Until tonight.  But I did not wish to intrude, though I was forbidden to so anyway by Lady Arianna and her husband. You and Diana were to be their 'experiment' to test the effects of the melon on a young couple.  I was appalled that they sought to use you so.  Several times, I considered quitting my employment, just to tell you of their scheme.

"I told Her Ladyship that I would gladly volunteer to participate in the melon experiment with you!  I fantasied that it would be you and I, feasting together on the melon each day!  You and I, exploring those sexual frontiers together!  Rather, I merely followed your life from afar all those years, looking after you and your wife, and then your two children.  How did it hurt me, to see you loving your wife and family, while I occupied myself with my work, and a series of unloved lovers."

"Oh Hoku!  I'm so sorry!  If I only would have known!  My marriage to Diana was so flawed and imperfect.  We were never compatible.  She never shared my sexual appetite.  In 30 years of melon-enhanced marriage, I never shared with her what you and I have already shared in just one night.  If only it had been you and me together all these years instead!"

"No Bob, that would not have transpired.  Her Ladyship had already cast her spell upon you that day at the reunion.  Had we been together, you would have been unsatisfied with me, yearning for Lady Arianna instead, just as you did while with Diana."

Hoku was right.  That would have surely been the case.  If I would have seen Annie during those years, and not been able to have her, it would have driven me nuts.  Hoku continued.

"When Arianna's husband William passed, I feared she might soon pass herself, especially since she tried so many times to bring about that end at her own hand.  But then My Lady left her island last summer, to seek you out, believing you to be her sole relative, hoping that you and your wife could help her find solace and purpose.  Neither of us realized that your Diana died in that crash.  But then you and Her Ladyship ended up as a couple, and it broke my heart afresh!

"Bob, I'm sorry to confess, but I was glad to learn that your wife had passed.  But I was crushed that Lady Arianna had taken you for herself!  I would have wished for a chance to approach you myself, in the hope that something might kindle between you and me.  But once again, my desires became secondary to hers.  I have continued to serve her faithfully thereafter." 
   
"Aw, Hoku, that's not right.  You deserve better than that.  But you and I can surely begin afresh, starting tonight!  Annie and I are through, and you and I have both been kept young by the melon!  We can begin right now making up for lost time, and we can look forward to many years together."

Hoku smiled brightly at this suggestion, and kissed my face over and over.  Hoku worked her way down my neck, kissing and slobbering and mouthing my skin, licking my body as she worked her way down.  As she slobbered loudly on my chest, I felt my long, still-erect penis withdraw from her sopping pussy.  Kissing my washboard abs, and then slobbering below, Hoku took my rigid cock in her hands, coated and dripping in a mingled mess of my cum and her pussy juice, and began to kiss and lick it.  

Hoku hummed enthusiastically as her lips and tongue made love to my big fat cock. Hoku's mouth slipped and slided all along the thick shank, as she eagerly slurped our mingled fluids off my cock.  A surge of excitement shot through me at this exciting, saucy girl, who would do such a sloppy, raunchy, loving thing for me!  I could not just sit back and allow this beautiful girl to do this for me without me reciprocating.  So I squirmed by body around to align with Hoku's, and kissed and caressed her strong, athletic thighs.  I nuzzled my face between her legs, and smashed my mouth against Hoku's saturated pussy.

I buried my face in our combined slime, and my lips and tongue enthusiastically lapped up our blended fluids.  I loved that Hoku was just as dirty as me, and that she got off on this sloppy 69 just as much as I did!  I was overjoyed to discover that Hoku and I were very sexually compatible, in drive and appetite, and in the things that we enjoyed doing together, and for each other.  I dug my lips and mouth deep into Hoku's pussy, and poured all my enthusiasm into eating her out.

The differences between Hoku and Annie were most pronounced down here.  My heart beat faster at the strong female smell of Hoku's wetness.  She smelled like the Pacific itself, and her pussy tasted salty on my tongue.  The black hair that covered Hoku's outer labia was gooped up with the mix of our juices, and I revelled in the experience of losing my face in it.

Hoku hummed in ecstasy as my tongue dithered within her wet crease, as I suckled the pink folds of her inner pussy lips with the lips of my face.  Hoku's mouth was now better adapted to receive my huge cock, and she was easily swallowing six inches of me at a time.  I held Hoku's firm thighs as she squeezed them tightly against my head, as the fingers on both of her hands clutched my thick cock firmly. 

Hoku's noises became frantic as my mouth found her clit.  It had also grown, like her tits, and was now the size of a marble.  Hoku whined urgently as I rolled her little pussy fruit around between my lips and tongue.  I buried my mouth tightly against her slimy crease as her pussy sucked hard onto my face, and then a rush of air exploded outward as Hoku orgasmed again.  Hoku yipped and squealed with delight as her pussy suctioned my face over and over.  

Hoku's own mouth pistoned up and down on my cock, taking in a bit more with each stroke.  Hoku forced her head downward with each forceful bob, and soon the entirety of the 15 inch shaft impaled itself in her throat.  Hoku's squishy boobs were smashed tightly against my belly, and my skin was warm where her soft nipples made contact.  Back and forth did her head bob in long strokes, as Hoku's deep throat stimulated every inch of my cock.  Hoku's pussy slurped over and over on my face with each powerful orgasm, when finally, my cock disgorged its third load of the night, this one into the mouth of the lovely Hoku Jones.  

Over and over did my cock shoot forth in Hoku's mouth, as she eagerly gulped down and swallowed my seed.  Hoku purred with satisfaction like the feline she was, as she swallowed gulp after tremendous gulp of my semen.  The unending inundation of my ejaculate finally tapered down, and the gushing slurps of her pussy on my face finally subsided.  I lay there with Hoku's taut body on top of mine, fondling her firm buttocks with my fingers, her magnificent pillows smashed firmly against my chest and abdomen.

Hoku climbed off, and we both sat up to face each other on the bed.  The raucous sounds of the night's debauchery filled the room, as we licked each other's faces and fingers clean.  We slobbered each other's faces, as we slobbered each other's mouths, sharing a kiss of her cum mingled with mine.  Neither of us cared, but rather we revelled in the kinkiness of our shared penchant.  We were so caught up in the intensity of the moment, so caught up in each other's bodies.  

Hoku's gigantic tits sagged heavily onto her thighs as she sat on the bed.  I stroked and fondled them, and saw from the eager look on her face that the gorgeous babe was still ready for another go.  My cock still pointed straight upward as we sat there, facing each other.  Hoku stroked the sticky shaft up and down, and noticed a stray glob of cum that accumulated at the tip.  Hoku smiled and bent her face downward, and sucked the glob right off the tip of my cock.  Then she smiled another sexy smile as her tongue glided over her teeth.  I kissed that smiling mouth, a warm sense of excitement rising up in me for Hoku and our new life ahead.

I reclined Hoku gently on the bed, and rested behind her.  With both of us lying on our sides, I squeezed and fondled her overful breasts from behind, and pinched her inflated nipples in my fingers.  Hoku gasped afresh as I sank my hands deeply into her inflated mounds of breast tissue.  Hoku raised a leg, and I maneuvered my penis into her vagina from behind.  Hoku enjoyed this position immensely, and immediately began another round of impassioned moans and grunts.  

Hoku faced the open window of our room, which looked down onto Bourbon Street.  With each lunge of my hips, with each deep penetration of my cock into her pussy, Hoku bellowed out the tale of her ecstasy.  With each deep thrust, my hips smacked against Hoku's firm butt, and the full 15 inches of my penis buried itself deep within her vagina.  I moved my hips to the honky tonk rhythm of the street, and Hoku's impassioned moans kept perfect time.  Another round of whoops and cheers came up from below, as our growing legion of fans admired our continued progress.  

I rocked Hoku gently but firmly for a good long while.  Our earlier storm of passion had settled in from a gale to a good strong breeze.  We enjoyed the warmth that we shared, and I enjoyed the softness of Hoku's body against my firm muscles.  I rocked Hoku along through another round of gentle orgasms, and finally blew my last load of the night.  

My balls were now thoroughly drained from four considerable ejaculations inside Hoku.  I reclined my arm against her soft form, my fingers encircling an enlarged nipple.  We layed there, relaxed and satisfied, listening to the crowd and the music of Mardi Gras.  Hoku's breathing became deep and regular, and her body fell limp, as sleep had claimed her.  I allowed my own eyes to shut, as I drifted off to sleep.  Happy thoughts of Hoku'Vahine Elizabeth Jones and her exquisite body filled my mind, replacing the unhappy thoughts of my soon-to-be-ex-wife from the preceding day.


The Morning After    

"Knock, knock, knock!" when the furious rapping at the hotel room door.

I woke up with a start.  The room was bright with the morning light.  Hoku was lying next to me.  We were both in the same position in which we'd fallen asleep.  So exhausted were we that neither of us moved all night.  

My deflated cock was still up inside Hoku.  I moved to get out of bed and answer the door.  My limp python slithered out of Hoku's chamber, gooped over with cum.  Hoku did not stir as I got off the bed, but kept sleeping soundly.  I pulled the door quietly closed behind me as I exited the room.

I walked to the door naked, my limp cock dripping off a goopy pecker track onto the throw rug.  I saw my bathrobe and Hoku's clothes piled near the door.  I picked up my bathrobe and put it on, tying the tie at my waist.  Then I lovingly picked up Hoku's clothes, and affectionately tossed them into a nearby bureau.  Another series of furious raps were pounded onto the door.

"Robert!  Open this door immediately!"

!!!

It was fuckin' Annie!  After being gone all night, after tricking me and ditching me and betraying me, after not picking up or returning any of my worried calls, after being arrested for publicly performing 63 blowjobs on other men, this fucking slut has the nerve come back to this room by the morning light and demand that I open the door for her???

I opened the door and sure enough, there was Annie.  She looked like shit, like I've never seen her before.  She was topless and barefoot, and her big tits were grown out to beach ball size.  Her hair was a mess, completely touseled and uncombed.  Her bare feet were filthy black, as if she'd been walking through every gutter in New Orleans without shoes.  She was only wearing those same black jeans from the day before, and apparently had lost (or tossed away) her tank top.

Annie's face was frightening to see.  She somehow looked older, like she was close to 40, like she had aged 20 years overnight.  Her face was smudged with dirt, as were her shoulders, hands and arms, and even her tits.  Annie's eyes were extremely bloodshot, and the whites of her eyes actually looked to be the color of blood.  Deep bags were under her eyes, and creases were at their corners.  Most startling of all, Annie had somehow lost her fresh, youthful, bright-eyed, innocent appearance.  In one day of debauchery, she acquired had that old, worn-out, sleepy-eyed, slutty look of an aging porn star.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," I said flatly, with no mirth or empathy.

"Oh Bob," cried Annie as she surged through the door, throwing her arms around my neck.  I pulled her arms off of me and stood back away from her.

"Get your filthy hands off me, you fuckin' slut," I spat, through gritted teeth. 

Annie stood there, cowed and sheepish, standing apart from me, her eyes filling with tears.

"Oh Bob, it has been such a night, such as I can hardly say."

"Oh, I'm sure it has," said I, my arms crossed in front of me.

I said nothing, but just scowled at Annie, waiting to see if she would attempt to offer some sort of an explanation.  Annie went over and sat on the couch, her legs tucked together, her hands folded on her lap.  Annie had a terrified look on her face, and was shivering.  Normally, I would have rushed to comfort my wife, but after what she had put me through the previous day, I remained unmoved.  I walked over and sat down on the nearby chair, not next to her on the couch.  Annie looked up with fear in her eyes, reluctant to begin her tale.

"Robert, I have made a terrible mistake."

"Seems to me that you made many terrible mistakes," I stated, heartlessly.

Annie closed her eyes and shuddered, seeming short of breath.  

"Please, Bob.  Please find it in your heart to forgive me.  I have been, as it were, in a state of madness of late.  I neither know myself nor my own mind anymore."

"Well, I don't disagree with that either," I quipped.

"Oh Bob, it is as if I have awakened from a nightmare... one that I have endured for nigh these past two months, since that day upon the ski slopes.  The deeds committed in Las Vegas and Miami, and here in New Orleans... oh Bob, it seems as if they were done by another person."

I agreed with that statement also, but kept my silence, continuing to let Annie talk.

"Bob, you must forgive me.  I have betrayed your trust, I know I have hurt you, my husband, but I have endured great anguish because of it."

Then I finally spoke.  

"When I last saw you, you knocked me out cold, flat on my back in the street, with one of your 'suckerpunch' blowjobs.  You really looked like you were gloating just before I passed out, like you thought it was real funny that you succeeded in pulling one over on me.  After that, I never expected to ever see you ever again."

"Oh Bob, it was that horrible Billy Breeze!  He misled and deceived me!"

"Oh, you mean the same guy who I overhead you making plans with?  How you wanted to ditch me at the house and meet him here at Mardi Gras for a secret hookup?  You didn't know I was home that day, but I listened to your call from the next room.  You lied to me and said you were taking a business trip with Hoku.  She told me herself that there was no such trip.  You were planning all along to meet Breeze here in New Orleans, without me around, to fuck him on camera."

All the color ran out of Annie's face at my revelation.   She gulped hard at the realization that I knew from the beginning all about her plans to fuck around with Breeze behind my back.  Annie composed herself and began again to feed me another story.  

"But Bob, he lured me into drinking even more of that bourbon!  I must have drunk eight of those shots!"  

"Oh yeah?  Did he also lure you into doing that strip dance on the stage in that scumhole bar?  Did he lure you into growing your tits out for all those guys?  And did he lure you into using your magic mojo to give blowjobs to your whole audience, like you did in Vegas?  You stripped totally naked for the crowd this time, so how did you get your clothes back afterwards?  You were dressed later on when Breeze announced your upcoming hard core movie with him."

Annie looked at me with a heartbroken expression.  Then I twisted the knife.

"And why didn't you bitch me out for kicking Breeze's ass?  You got all over my shit earlier in the day for punching out that other guy who felt up your tits, who you mindfucked later on.  Seems like you should have cared more about Breeze, since you ditched me to make a porno with him."

Annie put her dirty face in her dirty hands and began to cry.

"And then, prositution charges?  What the hell?"

Through her tears, Annie offered a feeble excuse.

"Oh Bob, I was having so much fun!  I was so caught up in the experience!  I- I was left alone at that bar for a time, and that stage was empty... oh, I had so longed to for another opportunity to dance... but not as in Las Vegas, wearing the bikini, but unfettered of all clothing, as I do so very much enjoy!  A-and the money... well, I rather enjoyed collecting those boys' money, and performing my services for them.  But now... by the harsh light of morning... oh, I wish I could undo that entire night."

"Your 'services'???  So you think it's 'fun' to work the streets like a whore?  Who the hell are you, anyway?  What did you do with my wife?"

Brooding silence hung in the air.

"Tell me one thing, 'my beloved wife,' how did you end up getting yourself out of jail after you gave blowjobs in the street to 26 guys?  You never called Hoku or me to post your bail.  For that matter, you didn't return any of our calls all day, after we were both worried sick."

Annie sniffed back her tears and stammered out a reply.

"B-Bob, it was *sniff* Goldsmith!  He was waiting for me at the jail!  He posted my bail straightaway and obtained my release before I could make a call!"

Well, at least this is one piece of truth that Annie has chosen offered up willingly.

"So, did you fuck him?"

Annie looked at me with a tearful expression of hurt and pain.  But she didn't answer.

"WELL???  I SAID, DID YOU FUCK HIM???" I shouted.

"YES, ROBERT!!!  YES, I FUCKED HIM!"  Annie shouted back.  "I FUCKED IAN GOLDSMITH!!!  ARE YOU PLEASED TO HEAR THE WORDS?"

Actually, no, it felt like shit to hear that.  I brooded in silence some more before I said anything else.

"So did you kiss him?"

Annie looked puzzled.

"W-well yes, I did kiss him too."

"So before you kissed Ian Goldsmith with that filthy mouth of yours, did you tell him that you had just sucked off 37 cocks in the police station?  He might have liked to know that.

"By the way, I hope you get around to explaining that new trick you did, how were able to open those locks by waving your hands."

Annie's face was contorted in pain as I made my best effort to torture her with words.  She placed her face in her hands, and began weeping and wailing uncontrollably.  Through her sniffs and sobs, without looking up, Annie provided more information.

"Bob, Goldsmith blackmailed me!  He explained that he had written an expose' story about me, and he threatened to publish it unless I told him everything about myself.... and also to have sex with him.  Bob, don't you see?  I had no choice!"

Silence hung heavy in the air as I contemplated this new information.  

"Well then... did you enjoy it?"

Annie laughed nervously.

"Did I enjoy it???  What difference does that make?"

"It just does to me."

Then Annie gave me her version of the events.

"I- I tried to walk away from Goldsmith at the police station.  But he blackmailed me on the spot, and ordered me to come with him.  The police had given me a blanket to cover myself with, but Goldsmith insisted that I remove it... to ride bare-breasted with him back to his hotel."

"So what happened to your shirt?" I asked.

"I- I lost it.  I did not seem to have it with me after a time."

"Hmph.  Not that that tank top was spending much time all day covering your nipples."

"Bob, please.... At his hotel, Goldsmith offered me a drink, but I only drank a club soda, no more alcohol.  He offered that we have a shower together, he and I.  But I refused.  Then he made me to sit next to him on his couch, and he asked me many questions about myself.  I felt so filthy and ashamed, confessing my life to that dastard as he leered openly at my bare teats."

What a difference a day makes.  Had I heard yesterday that Annie was topless and alone in a hotel room with Ian Goldsmith, I would hunted the fucker down and killed him.  But now, only a day later, I was unsurprised and unfazed by hearing this report. 

"Goldsmith was mostly interested in learning the secret of my expanding teats.  I told him only very little of the melon, and mentioned only it's expansive properties."  

"Did you tell him about your long life with your first husband, and of your Isle and all those experiences from long ago?"

"Thankfully, no.  Goldsmith did not ask about my personal history.  He did inquire of my noble title, and I offered the fiction that I was the descendant of the first Viscountess Berkshire, who lived in Victorian times.  But he did ask of my abilities, and of our recent experiences.  He now has details of our aerial romp over Hawaii, and the escapades in Las Vegas and Miami, in addition to the events of the past 24 hours here in New Orleans."

Well, all that was bad enough.  I don't trust that asshole Goldsmith to keep his word about not publishing, now that he has so much juicy information.  I just hoped that he didn't find Annie's old journals and her other stories posted at "The Overflowing Bra," or the drawings of Annie posted at deviantART.  If Goldsmith did some fact checking, the shit would really hit the fan.

We sat there quietly for a time, as I pondered the situation.  A world of trouble opened up for both of us, and it could have all been easily avoided, if Annie would have only been content to be my wife.  I was so totally pissed at Annie for fucking everything up.

"So after that, then you fucked him," I spat out at her.

"Yes Bob!  That was when I fucked Ian Goldsmith!" Annie spat back.  Then she turned aside, and with a sullen mood, started to explain herself.

"He moved toward me, with his sly, oily manner, and wrapped his arm around my bare shoulder.  But he is indeed a very handsome man, and I could not help but to respond to his personal magnetism, though I was still repulsed by his coercive tactics.  With his other hand, he stroked my face, and then his fingers wandered downward, drawing circles upon my neck, and then down, down, until he was caressing my breast."

I sighed.  Oh well, I might as well listen to the whole story, though it is completely miserable experience to listen to your wife tell her story of having sex with another man.

"I tried to stiffen myself, to resist feeling pleasure in being pawed by Goldsmith.  He then inclined his face toward me, pressed his lips against mine, and abruptly stuck his tongue in my mouth.  It was revolting.  My mouth still tasted strongly of semen, and I actually was glad to inflict this indignity upon the man, that his tongue should mingle in the seed of so many other men's cocks.

"But then Goldsmith squeezed my nipple fully in his hand, and my defenses failed.  The sensous stimulation upon my pap was more than I could bear, and I was thereafter an eager participant in this sex play with Ian."

"Ian."  So it's "Ian" now, and no longer "Goldsmith."  The secret to Annie's arousal is her oversensitive nipples.  Before this day, I had deluded myself into thinking that Annie's nipples only tingled for me, that only I could elicit such a response from her.  But as I learned this day at Mardi Gras, any asshole on the street could get a rise out of Annie just by feeling up her overly-responsive nipples. 

"Oh Bob, shall I disclose all the details?  Ian was so overeager, he was in such a hurry, though he held me as his captive!  In a moment, his pants were off, and he revealed to me his tiny little organ.  It must have been only seven or eight inches in length, yet he seemed so very proud of the inadequate little toy.  I restrained laughing at him, but he sensed my contempt, and this cast a pall over his demeanor.  Also, Ian's body is much too thin to be attractive to me, even though he is a very handsome man.  

"I removed my own pants, lest I allow Ian the pleasure of undressing me himself.  When we were both naked, Ian grabbed a large teat and suckled.  Oh Bob, I tried anew to resist, but Ian sunk his fingers deeply into my breast flesh, and my paps were so very stimulated by his lips and tongue.  I'm afraid that I fully succumbed to his beguilings.

"My teats began to swell involuntarily in Ian's hands.  Oh my, did they swell!  Ian became as a madman as he held my expanding spheres of enlarging flesh!  It was then that my teats let down their lactation!  Ian suckled forth as one dying of thirst.  His mouth went from one milky nipple to the other, and I thought he might suck my nipples away from my teats!  His entire face and shoulders were buried in the pliant flesh, as he guzzled forth my creamy lactation.

"But then, the melon-infused milk had its predictable effect, and I became thoroughly undone.  Ian's penis began to swell most prodigiously.  He fell backwards away from my teats, overcome as he was by the enlargement of his cock.  His member instantly doubled in size and girth, and Ian lay there, as a man in exquisite torment.  Well, I could not gaze upon such an enlarged member and not possess it!  I swallowed it in my mouth, and suckled it furiously!

"Ian lay there, prone, upon the couch, and I could not descry whether he felt intense pleasure or pain, or a mingling of both, so I removed my mouth from his member.  But so overcome was I in the sexual delirium that I mounted my pussy atop him!  I impaled my secret place upon his now-considerable organ, and rocked my hips upon it.  

"Back and forth did I work my moist flowers upon Ian's shaft, and he screamed and bellowed as though in sheer agony.  But then, the piteous organ simply dribbled out its seed much too soon, and immediately went slack up inside me, without culmination.  I withdrew, and Ian was laying prone and insensate upon the couch.  But his penis appeared so shrunked and withered, as though it was much smaller than before he and I first began."

"Hahahaha," I laughed.  "So Goldsmith had a 'premature ejaculation' with you!  You were too much for him to handle!  Good for him, the little sonuvabitch."

"Robert!  That is a most unkind thing to say!  I fear that Ian might now be injured!"

"Hey, fuck that asshole," I spat out angrily at Annie, "and fuck you too, you fuckin' whore!  Why should I give a shit about what happens to some bastard who fucked my wife?  And why should you, if you were any sort of wife to me?  Especially after he blackmailed you!  What the fuck is your problem, you stupid slut?"

Annie put her head and down and started crying again.

"Oh Bob, I am truly so very sorry!  It was all such a mistake!"

"Yeah, it sure was," I retorted.  "So what happened then?  Did you stay with him until morning?"

"Absolutely not!" replied Annie with great indignation.  "I gave Ian everything he demanded, and I then hastened to depart!"

"But you didn't try to call Hoku or me, especially after we were worried sick, and each left numerous calls on your phone."

Annie looked ashamedly at the floor, and curled her shoulders tightly together, which squeezed her big tits together, causing her nipples to puff outwards.

"No... I did not."

"Well then?  What did you do for the rest of the night?  Did you go back out into the street to give some more blowjobs until the sun came up?"

"Certainly not, Robert!  Do you take me for a common trollop?"  

"Oh, there is nothing common about you, ya fuckin' whore!!" I fired back.  "But by now it's clear that you're much worse than that!  So tell me, slut, what did you do?"

"Well... um.... well, I rang up someone who offered me a lift."

"'Someone'?  Someone like who," I needled, knowing full well who the answer would be.

Annie stared at the floor, seeming truly ashamed.  A sob was in her voice as she spoke the name I dreaded to hear.

"B-Billy Breeze."

Goddamit!  Is there no end to Annie's bullshit?  After all this, she bothers to come back to this room to tell me all these stories, bragging about her adventures with other men, who happen to be my enemies?  I am SOOO through with Annie, and our marriage is SOOO over!

"Go on," I said, steeling myself to hear the next round of pain and betrayal.

"Well, I called Billy and he was glad to receive my call and pick me up.  I put on my pants and waited at Ian's hotel until Billy arrived.  Meantime, Ian's penis and testicles were in great pain, and he retired to the loo to tend to them.  He was most angry with me, as if I were the cause of his distress.  I heard the motorcar horn outside and bade Ian goodbye, through the closed door of the loo, and ran down to meet Billy."

"So what were you wearing at this point?" I interrupted.

"I- I only had my jeans to wear."

"So you ran out of Goldsmith's hotel, topless and barefoot, to meet Bill Breeze?"

Annie looked down again glumly, and nodded sheepishly.

"So now that you're sitting in his car with your tits out, Billy Breeze was just going to magnanimously offer you a ride?" 

"Oh Bob...." began Annie, sobbing again.  "Please believe that it was all such a terrible mistake!  My mind was clouded by the fog of that lascivious madness!  If only I had the power to undo the past day!"

I hurled the next words at Annie.

"So after everything that happened the whole day, after lying to me and betraying me over and over, in the end, you carried out your orginal plans for that secret rendezvous with Billy Breeze.  At the point when you ran out of excuses, and you could have called your husband or your best friend for help, you instead ran to the arms of that scumbag pornographer!" 

Annie nodded tearfully.

"Say it, Annie.  Say what happened next.  I want to hear the words from your own mouth!"

"OH, ROBERT!  MUST YOU TORMENT ME INCESSANTLY WITH YOUR BERATINGS?  

"YES BOB, I FUCKED BILLY BREEZE!!!  I FUCKED HIM, DO YOU HEAR???  I FUCKED HIM ON CAMERA, BEFORE HIS PRODUCTION CREW!  WE FUCKED IN A PORNOGRAPHIC MOVIE TOGETHER, HE AND I! 
 
"GRACIOUS BOB, IS THERE STILL MORE THAT MUST I CONFESS TO YOU ALOUD?"

"Yeah Annie," I spoke, menacingly, "if it hurts you so much to tell your husband the tale of your adultery and betrayal, then please, by all means, do so!"

"HUSBAND, BAH!" Annie stabbed.  "My husband of 166 years is DEAD.  YOU are just a mere BOY with whom I have only recently become acquainted!  With whom I have only cavorted for a brief time!  YOU are not the husband who rescued me from the sea, or from the Great Bear!  YOU are not the father of my fourteen children!  YOU cannot hope to compare to MY husband!"

A lengthy pause hung heavy in the air as I contemplated the truth of Annie's admission.  This last statement pretty much said it all, and revealed the real reason why she had treated me this past day with so much disregard.

"True enough, Annie," I replied, reflectively, my attitude softening.  "I've understood from our first day together that it was me who loved you all those years, and that you were simply lonely and needing someone, anyone, to be your companion.  I have been glad to fill that role.  

"But it was you who first interfered in my life, you who manipluated me all along.  It was who did that amazing thing for me, you who lured me into loving you, who toyed with me when I was just an inexperienced child.  It was you who arranged Diana and me to the subjects of your little 30 year science experiment with the melon, like we were just a couple of lab rats for you to study.  I knew all of this from the beginning, and did not mind all, as long as I could have you.  But I also expected that, by agreeing to be my wife, that you would be my wife, and make me the sole object of your devotion.  Was that too much to expect in exchange?"

Annie looked at me with a look of love and compassion.  She reached her hand out toward me, to touch my face.  But she was not forgiven, and I smacked her hand away.

"Just finish saying what you have to say," I replied with a flat monotone, wishing to finally dispense with the matter.  Annie began with a worried, distant look in the eye as she cautiously began her tale.

"Well... Billy is certainly a very brash young man.  He is most skillful in charming women.  As soon as I entered his vehicle bare-breasted, he was most solicitous and complimentary.  He lavished praise on my breasts, and offered many clever, colorful phrases to describe my teats and my nipples.  I often blushed and giggled like a young girl to hear the saucy words he poured forth.  

"Billy described in great detail what we would do together when we reached his room.  He described his own body and his own penis in great detail, and he was very explicit in telling me of all the acts we would perform together, and all the attentions that he would give to me, and to lavish upon my body.  I was most aroused, whilst merely sitting in his motorcar, and my flowers became most juicy and moist, though he had not even yet laid a finger upon me."

"Did you inform him that he was about to get 'sloppy seconds' after Ian Goldsmith?" I quipped.

Annie closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in frustration.

"Robert, if you wish to hear this tale, you must cease with the insulting interruptions.

"Upon arriving at his room, there were a number of lights and cameras set up, and a production crew.  My heart fluttered with excitement at the prospect, but I also immediately felt fear and regret.  I thought of you, Bob, and how I wished it was you and I preparing to make this movie.  If only you might have indulged me in this!  Perhaps I might not have been tempted to this place!"

Yeah, it's all my fucking fault, for not wanting to make a porno movie with my wife.  But fuck that, I eventually ended up reconsidering and offered to fuck with Annie on camera, as she was persistently pestering me to do.  But by that time, Annie had already made up her mind to fuck Breeze instead.  No, Annie could have avoided the whole situation, and this was the outcome she desired.

"By now, I was filthy from the prison and from all my Mardi Gras adventures.  Billy wished me to shower and don a costume, to perform in a contrived scenario that would culminate in he and 'doing the nasty,' as he said.  But I was already most aroused by his titillating banter in the motorcar, further escalated by the room full of cameras and people.  I simply could not wait any longer.

"I grabbed Billy, barebreasted as I was, and slathered my tongue into his mouth.  Oh, how did my temperature rise when Billy ordered his crew to begin filming!  How exhilarating it was to be surrounded by men holding cameras upon me, from several different angles, from on the side, from underneath, filming my teats from every direction, as I kindled passion with Billy Breeze!

"As we stood there, Billy undid my jeans and worked them over my hips, and down my thighs, with the cameras covering my legs and backside as they were revealed.  Oh, I was so very aroused!  I thought I might explode!  Such a sensation it was to be in the nude before those cameras and photographers!  My long-repressed wish to perform in the nude on film was finally fulfilled!

"So aroused was I that I immediately dropped down and undid Billy's pants.  His penis emerged, and he seemed quite proud of it.  It was not large, perhaps maybe nine or ten inches in length, though it was somewhat thick in girth.  Nonetheless, I hastened to swallow it, and it fit tidily down my mouth and throat.  Such a sensation to have those cameras upon me as my mouth caressed Billy's penis!  Oh Bob, if it were only you instead!"

Oh yeah, poor Annie, I could tell she was all broke about it.

"I pulled Billy's pants down off of his legs, and he removed his own shirt.  Both of us were finally nude together!  Billy has quite a nice form, though his body is marred by those unsightly tattoos!  Then he raised me up and lifted my teat to his mouth.  So skillful were Billy's lips and tongue upon my nipple that I cried out in delight! 

"Billy held me close as he reclined backwards upon the bed, pulling my body downwards to lie on top of him.  My teats were as yet their normal size, so I rested my arms upon Billy's shoulders, and dangled my nipples down toward his face.  Billy took my teats in both hands and squeezed them together.  So aroused was I that dribbles of lactation escaped from my nipples.

"Billy became most excited at this point, and suckled both nipples into his mouth.  He enthusiastically suckled down my lactation, and was making bawdy comments to express his enjoyment.  Oh, such a sensation, to have my teats suckled, letting down their sweet cream, with the eyes of the cameras upon me!  In that moment, I knew that this was to be my new avocation, that I was to embark upon a new life as a pornography actress!"

Well now that's just fucking great.  Not only is my marriage to Annie over, but now I can look forward to seeing her all over the internet as the next big porn star.  With her expanding tits, there's no way that Annie will not quickly become world famous.  And I'll probably be world famous as the stupid asshole who trusted her to be his loving wife.  

"Oh, so much stimulation, so much arousal, what else could happen but that my teats would swell?  Billy grunted his appreciation loudly between milky slobbers as my breasts expanded in his hands and in his mouth!  Such clever witticisms did he utter to express his fascination and enjoyment of my teats!  Such pleasure did he impart to my nipples, which caused them to grow and distend!  Soon they were 18 inches across, then two feet!  My teats swelled to barrel-size and yet did they continue to expand!  

"I feared that my teats might overfill the entire room, and quash Billy and the cameras and his crew against the walls!  But then Billy himself grunted in extreme anguish and released my teats, and from underneath, where my hips rested upon his middle, did I feel his penis begin to expand!  My lactation had had its effect on Billy as well, just as it had done for Ian earlier!

"So large and so quick did Billy's member grow!  I felt its length and girth increase where it pressed against the hot wetness of my nethers!  I removed my teats from Billy's face and turned to his enlarged cock.  It had swelled considerably, but was still not the size with which yours begins, My Well-Endowed husband."

"Annie, just cut the flattery bullshit and finish your story," I muttered in disgust.

"Billy's penis was now perhaps somewhat longer than a foot.  I grabbed it with both hands, which seemed to cause him some pain.  Such a powerful aroma did waft up from Billy's privates, the full smell of a man!  I could do nothing else but immediately swallow his cock!

"Billy groaned loudly, and I again could not discern if it meant pleasure or agony.  I caressed his penis with my mouth again, and the cameras were mere inches from my face as I performed this delightful fellation.  Billy squirmed his body underneath mine own, so that his torso was beneath me.  My greatly enlarged teats were smashed against his chest as I suckled upon his cock, my head bobbing up and down thereupon.

"But what a delight when I felt Billy's face nuzzling about my secrets!  Even in the midst of the pain in his penis, oh my, how skillful were his lips and tongue were upon my labia and clitoris!" 

At this point, I had to laugh out loud.  Annie scowled at me and spoke with a snotty voice.

"Pardon me, but did I say something amusing?"

"Hahahaha, oh hell yeah!  I'm just envisioning that asshole Billy Breeze eating your pussy and licking up mouthful after mouthful of Ian Goldsmith's jizz!  Shit, 'sloppy seconds' would have been good enough, but this is fuckin' priceless!  I could see both those two douchebags sucking each others' cocks in a queer 69!"

I was also laughing at the complete absurdity of this situation, that I should be sitting there, listening to my soon-to-be-ex-wife describe the gory details of her sexual pleasures with another man, let alone during the filming of a porno movie.  Annie glared at me with the most evil face, and she was clearly more frustrated than angry.  When I finally stopped laughing, she continued.  

"Bob, the point it is, everything soon went awry.  I turned around to face Billy again, and we exchanged another sloppy, passionate kiss.  Then I manoevered my flowers atop Billy's penis, and we commenced intercourse.  But then it was just the same as with Ian.  My flowers worked his shaft but maybe three times, then his penis went slack, and dribbled out the semen, with no climax, no explosive release. There was no pleasure for either of us, no culmination to these relations."

"When I withdrew, Billy's penis did also appear shrunken and withered, seeming as a neglible little acorn nestled within the hair of his groin.  Billy did not become senseless as did Ian, but rather, became enraged.  He shouted and cursed at me, hurling accusations and beratings, as if I intended deliberately to cause his penis harm! 

"Billy screamed at me, 'What the fuck did you do to my fuckin' cock, you fuckin' bitch?'  But I did nothing, and was just as shocked and dismayed as he!

"Billy continued his rantings for a great while, and I became most fearful and distressed. Finally, Billy left the room to compose himself and dress, leaving me to sit alone on the bed, in the nude, for a considerable interval before his crew.  These people appeared most surly towards me as well, and as tense silence hung heavy, I grew evermore fearful.  Billy eventually returned and instructed that the production must proceed as originally planned.  

"He instructed that several camera views be taken of my pussy, both standing and lying down, to be added later to the film.  Oh, but I felt as if in a fishbowl, or perhaps as a laboratory animal, having my secrets dispassionately inspected by the cameras, with no amorous intent.
  
"Then Billy ordered that I lie down and feign pleasure, that I mouth passionate groanings, that I might be filmed falsely appearing in the throes of ecstasy.  I refused, since there was no actual pleasure, and I could not, would not participate in such a charade.  Whereupon, Billy became enraged once more!

"Then he commanded that I have sex with one of his crew, that this boy might be a substitute proxy for Billy's role in the film, that this child and I might engage in intercourse on film!  'No!' said I, 'I refuse to permit this unknown boy to plow my wet furrow!"  Moreover, the boy was repulsive, his face covered in those horrible tattoos.  He resembled a circus freak, not a would-be paramour!"

"At this, Billy Blaze revealed the true nature of a blackguard!  He flew into a rage, and began slapping me repeatedly across my face!  He said to me, 'You fuckin' cunt, you work for me now, you will do as you are told!'

"Well I had previously resolved to remain in that life, to become a big-breast porn actress and model, and I did not believe at that point that I would return to you again.  But suddenly, in but a moment, my fantasy was ripped from me, and I was confronted instead by an angry adversary, and I feared that Billy might now attempt to do me harm!

"He then began to punch me with his closed fist, and I became most enraged myself!  I shouted at him "Enough!" and swung my arms away from myself, toward Billy!  Bob, I know not how this happened, but though I touched him not at all, Billy was tossed across the room and slammed against the wall!  I then screamed a scream of rage, and somehow, all the cameras were upended, and all the crew members were knocked off their feet, onto the floor!

"I had expressed a new ability, Bob!  Somehow, when I became infuriated, I possessed the ability to throw these children aside, as though they were mere ragdolls, without actually laying a finger upon them!

"My head felt feverish, and my flesh again appeared bright pink, as if scalded.  All those children were lying senseless about the floor.  I became fearful, that I might have somehow slain them!  But they stirred, and uttered groans of pain, so I knew they all yet lived.  But in my terror, I quickly donned my pants and fled, out of that hotel and into the street.    

"In that moment, as I raced through the streets, I came to my senses!  The cloud of sensual madness lifted from me, and I understood my betrayals of you!  All my greedy selfish acts, all my infidelities, they all rushed upon me in a flood!  I came to repent of my sins against you, and assumed the guilty burden of the adulteress!  

"It was now morning, the revellers nearly all turned in, and dawn brightly lit the eastern sky.  I attempted to call back my teats, but they would not entirely withdraw!  I ran and ran, barefoot and bare breasted, through the streets of the French Quarter, not sure of my direction.  I managed to evade the police, lest I become arrested again, and soon discovered Bourbon Street.  I espied our hotel and flew through the lobby, arriving here, outside this door.  And here I sit, at your mercy.  Oh Bob, please forgive me!  You must forgive me!"

I sat there, amazed at the conclusion of Annie's tale.  Annie really is becoming a transcendent entity, beyond mere mortals.  I didn't know whether or not I should fear her, or risk provoking her further.  But in spite of all that, she still seemed to be basically the same sweet girl as ever.  Annie sat there, forlorn and consumed with remorse, with nowhere else to go, no one else to whom she could turn.  I felt a measure of pity for Annie.  She didn't ask for the strange life she had lived.  I imagined her as she might have been that first day upon her Isle, young Lady Arianna, a fresh girl of eighteen, cast nude upon that beach, unaware of the bizarre turn that her life would take that day.


Annie Learns Some Things

But in the end, I decided 'fuck all that.'  She was the one who committe dthe harm, the one who betrayed our marriage, and ran running off to fuck and suck every strange guy at Mardi Gras.  Maybe she really did go crazy, but who can know.  Her problems were just that... her problems, not mine.  Annie's the one who threw away everything between us, and I tried to stop all this before it even happened.  So I told Annie the way things really are.

"Annie, the fact is, the situation is just as simple as this.  You are a fucking whore.  You're the one who threw away our marriage.  You have made your own decisions, and now you can abide with them."

"NO!!!  No Bob, please!," said Annie, gripping my arm.  "You must not!  You cannot!"

"Bob, please... as I said, the haze of madness has lifted.  I see things as they are, and I bitterly regret my mistakes.  I implore you, forgive me, permit me to make amends!"

But then Annie looked away, over my shoulder, with a new expression of overwhelming grief on her old, tired, weary face.  

"NO!!!  NO, IT CANNOT BE!!!  NOT THIS!!!"

I looked over my shoulder to see the beautiful Hoku'Vahine Elizabeth Jones, standing in the door of our bedroom. Hoku was standing by the room that had once been Annie's and mine, where she and I had just consummated our love only hours before, while Annie was playing the whore with Ian Goldsmith and Billy Breeze.  

Hoku looked radiantly beautiful.  She stood there in the nude, her lovely burnished skin basking in the morning light that shone through the window.  Hoku's black hair hung alluringly down onto her bare shoulders.  The oceans of her blue eyes glittered like twin sapphires.  Hoku's tiny waist and trim hips tapered sensuously into her firm thighs, which swayed down through her narrow knees and back out to her shapely calves.

hoku -- doorway

But my eyes were especially captivated by Hoku's beautiful breasts.  They retained their size from the previous night, without shrinking as she slept, and were now greatly enlarged.  The considerable swell of Hoku's beautiful golden orbs hung down seductively to her tiny waist, and appeared larger than Annie's, perhaps 16 inches each in diameter, at least a couple cup sizes greater than Annie's watermelons.  

Hoku's puffy beige nipples were now even larger than plums, and her swollen areolas protruded from the tips of her slighty sagging, oblong melons.  Hoku's nipples quivered with each subtle movement, as she stood standing in the doorway.

"Good morning, Bob.  Good morning, M'Lady," said Hoku, a mingled expression on her face, of joy at greeting me, and of sadness at greeting Annie.  

I rose from the loveseat to go to Hoku.  Annie cried out in protest, and snatched at my bathrobe in an attempt to stop me.  Annie snagged the robe, and it came away from me, falling to the floor.  I strode naked across the room to join the nude Hoku, as Annie wailed in lamentation.  I took the lovely Hoku in my arms, she reached her arms over my shoulders, and we shared a sloppy, open-mouthed good morning kiss.  My cock began to swell, both from the sight of the lovely Hoku's nude form, and from the feel of her soft, warm body in my arms.

"No, no, a thousand times, no...." wailed Annie, pitifully, curling up in a ball on the couch.  "Oh Bob, how could you?  Hoku is as a daughter to me.  Oh why?  Anyone but her....

"And you Hoku, how my heartbreak is complete!  How could you do this to me, after everything?"

Hoku looked down and bit her lip, a wave of regret washing over her.  I spoke up to give an answer.

"You are free, Annie.  You are free to play the slut with whomever you wish.  I release you from our marriage.  As soon as we return to Loveland, my attorney will draft up divorce papers.  You can fuck anyone you wish, strip off your clothes anywhere you please, suck as many cocks as you can fit in your mouth.  You can star in a thousand porno movies, and become the big-tit queen of the world.  You can do anything you want, as long as you do it without me."

Annie sat there sobbing convulsively, bawling like a little girl.

"Arianna," began Hoku, "you have been behaving like a child!  How much trouble have you created for others with your selfish petulance?  How much difficult work have you created for me and our laywers?  And now, after everything else, how could you do this to Bob?  You've always known of his longfelt love for you, the seeds of which you planted yourself when he was still a child.  

"Moreover, you knew of my longfelt love for him.  You once promised to introduce us, so very long ago, a promise you never fulfilled.  You made me work on Bob's file all those years, becoming involved in all his intimate details, so often observing him from afar, yet never speaking, never knowing... never touching.  Such a torment you imposed on me!  Yet I have served you faithfully for all these years, Arianna, and I even buried my love for Bob when you selected him for yourself.  And then you do this to him!  For shame!

"If you will not give your devotion to this most excellent man, Robert William Penton, then I will!  If you will not give him all your love, then I will give him all of mine!"

I looked at Hoku in awe, that she would stand up to Annie and declare her love for me before her.  I stared into the blue Paficic waters of Hoku's eyes, and saw the waves dance and sparkle for me.  Then Hoku and I shared another big, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, which made my cock become even more erect.  

Annie was sobbing hysterically.  She fell off the couch and was crawling over toward us on her hands and knees, like she was wounded.  Annie seemed so pathetic.

"Oh, Hoku, my lovely child, I am so very sorry," Annie wailed.  Then she addressed me again.  

"Oh, Bob... No Bob, please... Turn back to me, My Husband.... I need you, Bob..... "

"Yeah Annie, I think you really do need me.  Apparently no other man can handle you!  You tried to fuck two other guys tonight, and you just ended up shriveling their cocks, sucking the life out of them!  Looks like you require a man who is infused with the melon, from years of consumption.  

"So what are you going to do, Annie?  You ditched me, only to find out that you need me after all!  What are you going to do now that I'm with your girl Hoku?  Who are you going to fuck now, Annie?  What is to come of the insatiable nymph, when no other cock can satisfy you?"

"Oh Bob, I shall perish!  I shall die without you, My Handsome Husband.  The years shall quickly overtake me, that I shall soon become a crone, and thereafter shall come my end!"

"Oh, it can't be as bad as all that," I sneered.  "Maybe you can find a teenager somewhere, and get him started on the melon.  Before you know it, he'll be ready for you."

Annie wrapped her arms around my legs and clung pitifully.  Her face was smeared with tears, and grimy from her adventures.  I could not believe that this pathetic creature hugging my feet was the same goddess that I had worshiped since my youth.

"Bob... oh Bob.... I beg you.  Please forgive me, Bob.  I will do anything, anything at all.  Just please, forgive me...."

I shook Annie free of my legs and took a step back, holding onto Hoku.  Then I received the greatest shock of all.

"Bob," said Hoku softly.  "You must forgive her.  I know she hurt you terribly, but you must forgive Lady Arianna."

I was stunned and incredulous.

"What?  Hoku!  How can you say that?  After last night?  After everything we shared?  After everything you confessed, all the things we said to each other?  Now you want me to just turn around and take Annie back?  After everything she did?"

Annie stopped crying and looked up.  She stared at Hoku in shock and amazement, and I did the same.  Hoku had a peculiar look in the face, one that I could not discern.  Her eyes seemed far away and dreamy, as if she were looking right past me.  Annie rose to her feet and stood up before us.  Then Hoku spoke again.

"You must, Bob.  You must forgive Lady Arianna.  Because if you do not, she will never be dislodged."

Annie and I stared at each other in astonished incredulity!  There that was again, this bizarre talk about "she" needing to be "dislodged"!  Except this time, these words were now coming from Hoku.  Our eyes widened and our mouths dropped open, and neither of us had any words to say.  Hoku shook her head and put her hands to her eyes, as if she were waking up from a dream.  

"What did I just say?  What does that mean anyway?  Bob, you know, don't you?  What is that?  Who is 'she' and what does that mean, about her being 'dislodged'?  Tell me, Bob!"

I just shook my head, words failing me completely.

"I- I don't know, Hoku!  Honestly!  But Annie and I have heard that before... we've both said that before... but what does that mean?"

We all just stood there, looking from one face to the other, completely overwhelmed and astounded by what just happened.  Just then, Hoku's phone went off and she went into the bedroom to retrieve it. With all the legal matters pending, Hoku was back to business.  I admired her nude form from behind, how the perfect swell of her butt tapered into her tiny waist, and how it swayed from side to side as she walked away into the next room.  

"Your Ladyship?" said Hoku from the bedroom after a moment.  "I'm afraid there is still some more bad news."

"Oh?" said Annie, with a fresh note of dread.

"Ian Goldsmith has published his story," announced Hoku.

Annie looked outraged, as if she might explode.

"Why, that miserable... despicable...." Annie sputtered furiously.  "He promised!  I did everything as he instructed!  Ian gave me his word as an English gentleman!"
   
"The title of the piece is 'Who is Annie Penton?'" declared Hoku.  "It all seems to be here, all about your breasts, the melon, and a number of pictures of you, including Las Vegas and Mardi Gras.  It appears to be 'Part I' of a series.  The print version has already been on the streets of London since early morning, Greenwich time, and the online version includes several videos, going back to last summer.  Oh M'Lady, this is very bad.  Very damaging indeed."

"WHY, THAT FOUL BASTARD!  I SHALL EVISCERATE HIM WITH MY OWN HANDS!" shrieked Annie.

I was taken aback by Annie's fury.  I had never seen the sweet angel so angry.  

"Hoku, we need to remove that edition from the streets, and the Internet, with the greatest dispatch," instructed Annie.  "All unsold copies must be destroyed at once, and those already delivered must be rounded up.  Also, purchase that filthy paper, The Daily Sprite, and dissolve it utterly.  And see to it that Goldsmith and his editor never work in journalism again.  I wish to see that lowly worm crushed beneath my heel."

Hoku scooped up her clothes, and headed for the door, still naked.  She looked at me from across the way, a look of yearning and desire and apology in her eyes.  We would need to discuss the status of our lives at a later time, but for now, Hoku had an urgent matter to which to attend for her Lady.  Even after everything that transpired, Hoku was still fully devoted to Annie, and still fully in her employ as her personal assistant.  Hoku stepped out the door, nude, and into the hall, to return to her own room down the hall.  Then Annie and I were alone.

I sat down on the couch, my head swirling from the whirlwind of events.  I leaned forward, crossing my hands on my knees.  Annie sat down next me, her own hands crossed over her own knees.  She looked at me with her dazzling green eyes, her hair all disheveled, her huge, nude tits resting on her thighs, her face smudged with dirt and smeared with tears.  We looked into each other's eyes and wondered how far we had come in only one day, and where the next day might find us.
