So it was Mardi Gras and we were in a New Orleans downtown sex club. There were six athletic Kiwi Rugby players in for the event. Most of the crowd was out at a passing night parade. After some thought and some hushed discussion, I get my husband to make them a bet. The bet, for 200 dollars a round, is that I could make them cum before they can do the same to me. A small room was semi-private but perfect for us. The first four went down one at a time. The last two teamed up on me - but the outcome was the same.
Their emotions were turbulent, each of them were somewhat sexually satisfied, but down 200 bucks. They weren’t so sore after I declared a round two - no risk on their part and a chance to redeem themselves and I let myself go.
It was seven on one because my husband joined. There is nothing like being completely the center of attention and still not being able to tend to everybody.
I think each of the Kiwi’s came again and I know I came at least four different times. Oral, anal, vaginal, nipple and clitoral stimulation - all at once is something to be experienced.
I got my brains fucked out.
We wanted this to be a perfect experience for our visitors so we gave them back the twelve hundred dollars and they said we were the best Yanks they had met.
Imagine us southerners - Yanks. *smile* Still, I will always have a place in my heart for New Zealand Kiwis.
