Continued.... I believe I left off at the elevator exit. We got the ladies to the room and placed them on the bed. Bobs brother, Bob and I are in the adjacent sitting room talking about the night and looking through the open French doors at the ladies. Bobs brother asked if we were going to help the ladies undress. I felt that it was time to end the day. So I announced bed time. He really wanted to help and most times I wouldn't mind but I was tired and had too much time with his drunk self already. Again, really nice guy but when he over drinks a little obnoxious.
Bob and I assist the ladies out of their clothes. I ask my wife if there was an opportunity for sex. She smiled and said not tonight that she was drunk and tired from all the dancing. Bob did not fare any better. I had planned on lying between the wives but with the responses we just scooted them together and went to sleep.
I am an early riser so I am up drinking coffee and smoking outside. After first light I go up and everyone is still sleeping. I ask my wife if she would like to walk to cafe du mode for coffee and beignets. She said she was still tired from dancing and the night. So bobs wife jumps up volunteering. She puts on a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, no bra or panties. We head out. It was several blocks away so we took our time talking and walking. We spent about two hours out. She kept flashing her tits at me asking for beads. On the way back in purchased her a large plastic Mardi Gras neckless for her tits.
We enter the room and the beds empty. Bob and my wife are in the shower. So waiting our turn we strip and commenced a nice slow fucking on the bed. I didn't last as long as I would have liked but damn his wife is a tiger. Not too long after completion Bob and my wife exit the bathroom. They ask how long we were here. I lied and said just walked through the door. We were dressed again. Bobs wife took my hand and said let's test the shower. We had another longer session in the shower. She said that after that one she was going to be sore for a few hours.
My wife and I spent the day shopping, eating and having a good time. Loads of people watching. As I stated earlier, as the day turned to dusk, more adults were out. My wife noticed shorter skirts, nipples poking and overall different atmosphere. Pre Mardi Gras crowds were out. Lots of show your tits request after dark. My wife thought about it but chose to be discrete.
We arrived back to the room. Bob, his wife and his brother were sitting drinking and talking. We told them of our day and they described theirs. They spent most of the day in the casino. We are carrying bags of shopping so the wives went to the bedroom to look at the purchases.
Bobs brother asked what the ladies were going to wear tonight. Bob said I'm not sure. I said i just spent a small fortune on clothing so I'm not sure either. I believe I bought three or four "little black dresses" along with other articles and shoes. The ladies finally after a long long time returned. When the French doors opened they each had on a dress from our earlier shopping. I did pick out the dresses. Also my wife did pick out one that was bobs wife's size. My wife was texting her from the dressing room.
My wife's dress. Long lace sleeves, tight across the hips, butt and thighs. The top was called plunging. And it did plunge, the point of the plunge stopped a few inches above her navel. She had black heels on with it. Her hair was up and she was wearing a long gold neckless I just bought her with a small petite gold cross. This hung just below her cleavage.
Bobs wife had a little black sleeveless dress plunging front and a loose flowing skirt and similar heels. Hair up looking great.
I said we did not bring a suit or tux. My wife said that's OK, we will make you look good anyway. The light on in the bedroom and my wife standing like she was gave a somewhat see thru effect. I/we just couldn't stop staring at the plunging tops. The wives made their drink and sat down on the stools at the bar. As we discussed the evening. Bobs brother said they will open the doors at 9 and close the night at 1. As we talked I was watching the ladies.
My wife has great posture. When she was sitting straight on the stool the dress edges hugged the sides of her tits. When she slouched to get her drink the two sides would drop open revealing a side view of tit and nipple. While she would sit straight the light behind her made the material hanging below her tit see thru so I had a shadow view of her free hanging tits. Bobs wife's dress was doing the same but not as pronounced. I assumed the lace sleeves on my wife's dress made the difference and I was correct.
Bobs brother left and we continued to drink and decide where to go eat. We entered the elevator and Bob said he was disappointed with the skirts as opposed to last night's. He wished they were shorter. Well my wifes dress being tight she reached down and pulled the attached skirt up and folds it several times. It is now hugging her upper thighs a few inches below her ass cheeks. Bob wife tried but her dress did not work. Solution... as we walked by a shop the went inside and purchased a black cloth belt. She adjusted her skirt to the correct height and tightened her belt. Worked great. Her only complaint was it looked like she was fat and trying to squeeze it in place.
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