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Thank you for your support for my journal therapy regarding my marriage to Amanda. Here is more on the games that we played. Like when we went to Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Amanda decided to make a contest out of it. She wanted to see who could get more beads, her or me. I protested because it was mostly guys giving beads to women who flashed. They wouldn’t do it for me.
Amanda countered, "No, silly, the guys may start out with the best supply of beads, but who do you think ends up with them."
I still thought it would be like trick or treating other trick or treaters at the end of a Halloween evening. But, I learned that times like this were pointless to argue about, because Amanda hangs in the battle, long past being worth it, in order to stay right.
So, by the time Fat Tuesday rolled around, she turned a favorite old pair of my jeans into essentially a pair of chaps, with the pant legs held to the belt band around the sides. This left me exposed front and back. To allow me to walk with her down the street and in the crowd, she had me to wear a Nehru type jacket, which buttoned all the way up the front, which just ended below my crotch, when dong and the boys were hanging down at parade rest, and which had slits up the sides to about my belt.
Amanda, who could catch anybody’s eye even in a burlap dress, wore sky blue hot pants to show off her athletic legs and a sleeveless yellow sweatshirt with a swish logo in red across her upper chest with the slogan "Just do it", only the "it" was crossed out and "me" written in, across her breasts in black. The bottom was cut off so it ended just bellow her breasts if she were to sag them forward. Without a bra, any ten year old or younger could feast their eyes on two bonerfied wonders of the world. Now I ask you, how can a guy compete with that?
We stood next to each other and tested our uniforms in the mirror. We tested ourselves, and we tested each other’s. One problem was abundantly clear to me. An erection of her nipples was nothing for her to deal with compared to an erection for me. No matter to her, of course, so out we went.
The party had been going on without us. We walked into the crowd and allowed ourselves to be swept up in the current. We were greeted by friendly strangers everywhere we turned. Amanda turned heads and got propositions right and left. Tits were periodically flashed and cameras flashed tits periodically all around us.
The excitement, the evening air wafting my genitals, and the sexual tension of the partygoers was giving me a tenting in front of my jacket. As we walked about, the friction of the material across the tip of my cock was keeping me constantly aroused. Amanda’s excitement was noticeable as well, but it just added to her overall sexuality. We explored and got the lay of the land before ducking into a café to finalize the rules of our game.
Amanda suggested we split up and walk down the opposite sides of the street, cross the street a few blocks down and see how the other is doing, then continue back switching sides until we met back at this cafe in two hours to count up the spoils.
That wasn’t going to work, I protested. This wasn’t going to work at all. If I were to walk with Amanda, we would be surrounded by nothing but men only interested in coaxing Amanda into flashing. Hell, I’d give her my beads if she flashed me on the street, and I know her. If we were to walk separately, no women would think to have me flash them. I doubt gays would think to have me flash them either. In fact, if I were to flash anybody on my own, I might end up in jail or just plain beaten up.
"Then come with me Darling. We’ll work something out as we go along." Amanda said as she gave my cock a quick rise with her hand, slipped out of the booth, and looked at me amused as I slid out following her, flashing her my crotch and squeaking my bare butt on the vinyl.
Within a few minutes, it was clear how this was going to go. Amanda would flash her tits to her crowd, then she would flash me to the crowd, sometimes giving me a rub to keep me hard and on edge. She would attract the beads and I became her beast of burden to carry them. I was the side show and she was the main event. It was like we were partners in the effort, well okay, she was the owner, and I was her pet.
Things progressed in this vain into the evening until we ran into another couple where they were both flashing as well. Some guys were just, frankly, following Amanda wherever we circulated. So, as we approached this other couple, we kind of brought an entourage with us.
The other couple were entertaining a group around them with teasing and antics which got Amanda’s competitive juices flowing. She took me by the cock and pushed our way through the crowd and pulled me up alongside the other man who had pierced nipples and a piercing with a ring on the underside of his cock just behind the head. He actually had a wrap around pastel print skirt, a bikini type top of the same material with holes cut out to expose his nipple rings, jewelry, make up and a wrap around his head matching the rest of the outfit.
The women exchanged glances (purrs and growls. . .hssst!) and started playing to the crowd with their playthings. To look at this guy I felt sorry for him until I saw some of myself in his eyes. There wasn’t much time to bemoan my future because there was competition in the air. First the other lady flicked the man’s nipple rings with her tongue to cheers from the crowd. Then Amanda unbuttoned my jacket down the front to my waist, slid her hands in around my body, and sucked on my nipples while sticking her buns of steel back into the face of the crowd. When she would swing it side to side, the crowd whistled, cheered and reached out to touch it.
Then the woman held the man’s skirt open, hooked a finger in the man’s cock ring and pulled, lifted and jiggled it to everyone’s amusement. Amanda responded by petting my balls and cock under the front flap of my jacket tail bringing my groin teasingly into view for those low enough. It was evident that she was getting the crowd behind her when some in front bent over to sneak a better view of her ministrations. When the crowd started chanting, "Skin. Skin. Skin. . .", she stood behind me holding the front flap up, looking back at the crowd for their reaction under my right arm as she turned me around 360 degrees displaying my hairless crotch for all to discover, gawk at, and comment on.
The lady was getting a little perturbed by the crowds’ favoring us, so she pulled her saggy large breasts out of her top that matched her man’s outfit and let the material hold them up and out. She started to masturbate him with one hand while she pinched, squeezed, and otherwise menaced his nipples with her other. She would bend over occasionally showing her thong covered ass to the crowd on one side while she would lick the head of his cock with a slutty expression for the crowd on the other.
Amanda, not to be outdone, not wishing to wait for the cops to bust us for this lewd behavior, and knowing my responses like a book, had me hold up the two flaps with my hands, spread my legs, and not to cum until her signal. She stood to the right of my front, put a hand to work on my butt, put her other hand to work on my nuts, spread her legs to shoulder width apart, bent at the waist with her legs and back straight and started to lave my cock head with her tongue. The really crude ones in the crowd fought to get over to my right side behind Amanda to take in her smooth, strong, athletic legs, butt and breast bottoms on display under her top.
Hands on both men and women started going for their own tits and groins or the tits and groins of their neighbors. If a cop were to break through the crowd to witness this, any arrest would have caused a riot I’m sure.
Amanda waited for the other man to cum in his lady’s mouth, for the lady to swallow it, and for them to receive the appreciation from the crowd, before giving me the signal to go for it. She switched to my left side, crouched down like she was going to do the limbo under my cock, held up her top completely exposing her perfect tits to crowd for the first time, and batted the underside of my balls with the tip of her tongue. I started to get into a telltale lurching motion then she switched to the underside of the tip of my cock. "Holy shit! What an arc I got on that baby." I thought, pleased with the results of the incredibly intense orgasm.
With all of the noise and commotion at our location, the crowd had swelled. We ducked our way through the crowd and out of the fray luckily in just the right direction to avoid the cops, that had arrived to investigate the disturbance. We went running and laughing hand in hand until we couldn’t run any more, stopped, leaned our butts up against a building, hands on our knees, and caught our breaths together. When we both regained our composure, we looked at each other, and burst out laughing again as we "high-fived" our hands.
Well that takes care of you tonight, Sweetie. Now how about me?" Amanda said, grabbing my forearm and pulling me to the curb. "Oh taxi! (Whistle) (wave). You’d better have some energy left Big Boy. The night is still young." She said to me with her usual determine tone.
If you play a game with Amanda, its always better to be on her team.

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