After my wife, Amy and I returned home from our Key West adventure, we settled back into our routine home life. One night, I asked her if our sexual lifestyle would change since the trip. She smiled and said the trip was someplace where we didn't know anyone, and nobody knew us.
I decided we needed to take more trips. I asked Amy how she felt about taking a trip to a nearby place for New Year’s. She agreed that we should take a few days and go somewhere.
I checked different cities near us that had interesting sights to see. Next, I checked the costs of airfare, hotels and restaurants. Two cities popped up: New Orleans and Atlanta.
I presented these to Amy, and she liked New Orleans. So, I checked the hotels and found one in the French Quarter. She liked the idea of sightseeing, visiting the restaurants and the nightlife of Bourbon Street. Unfortunately, the only hotels that had vacancies for New Year's were not places I’d go near. However, the Thanksgiving holidays were on the horizon and Amy liked the idea of taking the trip that week. We booked an early flight to New Orleans on the Saturday before Thanksgiving.
After arriving in New Orleans, and gathering our luggage, we hired a taxi from the airport to our hotel in the Quarter. During the ride, we spoke to the driver about places to visit. He was genuine as he told us about some places and to visit the casino if we had time.
At the hotel check-in counter, the clerk pulled our reservations, grimaced and turned to the office and motioned for the manager. As he and the manager looked at the computer screen, they chatted for a moment, then the manager looked up at us. The manager looked over the screen, made some changes, and then told us they could provide us with a suite at no extra charge. I accepted and wondered what to expect.
We followed the assistant to the elevator and when the door closed, I asked about the suite. The assistant smiled but didn’t reply.
The elevator doors opened, and we followed him to our suite. I turned around to see Amy's expression, and I caught her looking at the guy's ass.
OK, I wasn't planning on describing the guy at this point, but I need to extend the story.
He stood roughly six feet, weight around one hundred, seventy-five pounds, with medium-dark toned skin and a bright smile with some facial hair and a low fade haircut. I guessed his age would be around twenty or so.
"Is it game on?" I thought to myself.
When we entered the suite, all I could say was, "Damn!"
There was a den area and kitchen on one side, along with two bedrooms on the other side. The large master bedroom had its own bathroom and I saw another bathroom between the two bedrooms.
Amy tipped the assistant and she watched him return to the elevator. I didn't say anything about it as I put our luggage in the master bedroom.
After settling in, we took a walk through the square. There were plenty of people, artists and shops. After a few hours of walking, we went back to our room to relax before dinner.
We decided on a restaurant located on Bourbon Street and prepared to hit the nightlife. The restaurant closed around nine that night, so we took a small nap.
Amy decided on a short, black dress that showed some cleavage. I admit, she can look sexy when she wants to. This night, she would draw attention. I wasn't sure of the type of attention.
The restaurant was crowded, the waiter explained, but there were two seats available at the bar. Amy accepted those and we sat at the available bar stools, placed on the back side of the bar, overlooking the bartenders and out to the street.
We placed our orders and soon, we were served excellent seafood dinners. After dinner, Amy ordered herself a drink. I had a beer with my dinner, so the night was on.
After finishing our drinks, Amy wanted to walk Bourbon Street, so I paid the bartender our bill and headed out to the street.
Bourbon Street was crowded, yet interesting. There were plenty of sex shops and gentleman's clubs to go along with bars playing jazz or other types of live music.
We stopped at an open bar and ordered a couple more drinks.
After about an hour, we were feeling the effects of the drinks and walking, so we went back to the hotel and slept.
The next day, we took a riverboat ride and afterwards we stopped at a cafe. We tried the beignets; a square bread-like treat with powdered sugar, along with cafe au lait.
When we returned to the hotel, I spotted the assistant who helped us the day before. I told Amy I had to use the men's room, or I wouldn't make it up the elevator. She waited in the lobby, looking at brochures while I relieved myself.
I was buying time to see if anything would happen.
When I left the men's room, Amy was chatting to the assistant by the brochure stand. I hesitated a bit longer, before returning to her. The assistant's name tag read Andre; I noted the day before. Amy was using his name when she asked him a question about some attractions. Andre mentioned a nightclub near the Square and suggested we try it.
I figured, as before in Key West, Amy wanted sex on the second night. So, things were going to get interesting.
Later, we had dinner at another restaurant nearby and returned to the hotel because Amy wanted to change clothes.
Amy had another black dress, like the one she wore the night before. But this time, it was tighter and outlined her ass and bust better. Her bra pushed her breasts up and I wondered if they would pop out if she moved fast.