[Janethebrain]

My husband and I met in our late thirties and got married the year we turned 40, my first marriage his second. By the time we met I had gone from being a total prude in high school, to being a free spirited and uninhibited theater girl in college. Then an extended period of casual dating and casual sex. So I have some good stories.

But when we started dating we were both in an older more settled space, and I don't think he has any idea that I'm capable of doing some of the things I did when I was younger.

- my junior year of college, some friends and I went to Mardis Gras. After 2 hurricanes I started flashing my boobs to anyone and everyone. I didn't even care if they had beads, I just whipped out the girls over and over. This attracted a lot of attention and soon I had lots of beads. So many that they were interfering with lifting my shirt, so I took off my shirt and bra and handed them to what I thought was my friend but turned out to be a random guy walking by. I never saw them again. I don't know what time it was, but it was still light out in February, so probably around 3pm. My friends and I stayed out til 2am before staggering home and passing out. And I was tits out topless for around 11 hours with just the beads around my neck.

If I was standing still, and you were in front of me, I was totally covered. But if I was moving at all, or if you were on the side you could totally see my boobs, and from behind it looked like I was completely topless so that drew a lot of attention.

Now imagine being in the middle of Bourbon St, fighting through the crowds, going in and out of bars, dancing. I was basically showing my boobs constantly, and as day turned to night the crowd changed from taking pictures of my boobs to grabbing my boobs. It was like some switch was flipped, and suddenly it was normal to grab the breasts of a stranger. All my friends were getting groped too, so it wasn't just because I was topless, although I was obviously getting quite a bit more attention.

My girlfriends adopted defensive poses with their arms crossed tightly over their boobs, and mainly fought their way through the crowds. They had been flashing with me earlier, but they were not enjoying the groping phase of the evening.

I went the other way. For much of the night I kept my arms raised over my head, tried to keep moving, and just let anyone who wanted to cop a feel have their chance. If they got too rough I would smack their hand away, but I'm guessing that 200 people got a good feel of my boobs and/or ass that night.

Some were quick grabs as I walked by, or a flurry of hands when I was posing for a picture. Going through crowds it was impossible to tell who was grabbing me unless they made eye contact which was about 50% of the time.

The thing I still remember most was a guy who walked up behind me when I was talking to my friends. He ran his fingers down my naked back and then back up to my neck. It was so intimate it felt like something one of my ex's used to do that I loved. Then down my back again, this time a little more to my sides. Then up mostly on my sides, almost touching the side of my boobs, back to my neck. If he does this again he will touch my boobs. I pushed my ass into him and arched my back a little. I still hadn't made any attempt to see who was fondling me, and in fact was talking with my friends the whole time.

The conversation with my friends stopped or I stopped listening, because my anonymous fondler was now putting on a world-class clinic on boob play. Stroking, caressing, squeezing, light nipple pinch, more stroking, caressing, squeezing, harder nipple pinch etc... Two of my friends were transfixed and the other kept turning away saying I can't believe you are doing this.

After about a minute of his working my boobs over, I decided that I needed to fuck him right then and there, but I was wearing jeans and that wasn't going to be easy to pull off since we were in a crowded bar. So I let him play with my boobs, and I grabbed him through his jeans, and we did this for probably five minutes without ever actually making eye contact. To this day I have no idea who this guy was.

I spent the rest of the night telling my friends I had to find the guy, and also letting everyone who wanted to feel my boobs. I was extremely sore the next day.

So in terms of a wive's past story, I think he'd be ok with - I went to Mardis Gras and got some beads. But I'm not sure how he'd react to the real story.

Any thoughts?