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 An MFM with a Cabbie in New Orleans

   My wife and I had a late dinner reservation, and decided to have a few
drinks on Bourbon St.  before hailing a cab for the restaurant.  We were in
New Orleans for the weekend.  She wanted a little R&R from our busy and
hectic lives; a little getaway from reality.

   I knew that alcohol lifts her inhibitions and her spirits, so I gladly
agreed to a few drinks before dinner.  We stopped in at a corner bar with a
band, and enjoyed a cocktail or two as we began to relax.  I noticed her
attention kept going to a guy at the bar.  Oh, when she drinks, she loves
to flirt.  And she was flirting, giving this guy all the signals to invite
her to dance.

   Eventually, with me sitting with her at our table, he did ask her to
dance.  As she danced with him she stepped up the flirting a notch or two.
She danced fast, she danced slow, and she danced sexy with him.  He was all
smiles, and you could tell he was liking what was happening.

   I reminded her it was time to go to the restaurant, and I couldn't
believe what she did.  She invited him to join us.  Turns out he was with a
couple of friends and couldn't do it.  She gave him a lover's hug, a quick
kiss, and said goodnight.  As we left the bar, she turned her head around
to give him a warm smile and a flirty wave.

   By then the drinks were kicking in.  We jumped in the first cab we could
find and told him where we wanted to go; about a 10-minute cab ride. 
Hanging from his rearview mirror were some Mardi Gras beads.  One in
particular stood out.  It had feathers and was clearly not a trinket, but a
much nicer Mardi Gras throw.

   When Gia asked to see it, the cabby handed it back to her.  And once she
had it in her hand she told him she wanted to keep it.  He turned, smiled,
and said, "I save that for special ladies that entertain me." She
immediately asked what he meant.

   He explained that while Mardi Gras tradition was beads for a show of
breasts, he preferred to see under the dresses.  Before I knew what
happened, her skirt was above her waist.  She was pulling her panties to
the side and sliding down and forward to give him a better view.  He was
shocked, lol.

   Because he was driving, he couldn't stare, but kept turning his head to
take it all in.  His breathing got heavier, and you could tell he loved
what he saw.  Then she lowered her dress and smiled.

   It only took him a moment or two.  He asked if he could see her
"beautiful pussy" again.  And once again, the skirt went up, the panties to
the side.  That time he slowed his driving, turned his head and got a full
view of her delicious cunt.  Then he asked if he could touch it.  Again, I
was shocked when she said, "Yes, I'd like that."

   He reached back.  His fingers traced her lips and felt around her mound
as he drove down the street toward the restaurant.  He wanted more.  He
asked permission to stick his fingers inside her, and she responded by
sliding forward in the seat, lifting her cunt up a bit.  He slipped his
fingers inside her hot and wet cunt.

   He moaned and described how tight she felt, and how hot she was inside.
He was worked up for sure, and pulled the cab to the curb.  He put the car
in park, and turned to face her as he kept fingering her cunt and getting a
full view of her pussy.  We must have stayed there 5 minutes.

   He was nervous, watching every car that went by, and making a comment
about not wanting the police to check out what was going on.  He was
playing with her cunt, while rubbing his cock and mumbling how great her
cunt felt, and how beautiful she was.  Then he asked if he could fuck her.
He said he had a ten-inch cock, and would love to bury it inside her hot
delicious cunt.

   I explained that we had a dinner reservation that had taken two months
to get, and that we had to go.  He was disappointed, but returned to his
job and drove us to the restaurant.

   He gave us his card and cell number to call him for the return trip to
the hotel.  I paid him, tipped him well, and we went into the restaurant
with my wife's cunt dripping...  and a big smile on her face.

   I couldn't help wondering why I paid a guy to drive us to a restaurant
while he fingered my wife.  And then I tipped him for doing so.  Go figure.