My husband is the project manager for a large hotel chain, and is often sent away to exotic destinations to oversee the construction of luxury resorts. I’m usually left to fend for myself, but from time to time, he’ll bring me out towards the end of construction so that we can enjoy some time together. His current project is in Brazil, Rio no less, so I was ecstatic to get “the booty call”, as I affectionately call it. An extra bonus – it was carnival time!

When I arrived, I landed right in the middle of the festivities. My husband let me know that this evening the company was sponsoring a masquerade party right along the route of the parade, so this was going to be the party of a life time. The party required “festive” attire, but everyone was required to wear a mask. He had already gotten us some beautiful masks, and I knew exactly which dress I was going to wear – a royal blue strapless with a flirty skirt. My night was set.

We donned our masks and walked through the throng of revellers, into the lobby of an elegant hotel, and were ushered into the ballroom. There must have been at least two hundred people, and I just had to stop and stare at the beauty of the throng before I moved in.

The masks were elegant, the people were beautiful. Such gorgeous colours, and sounds, and sights. The exotic beats of the Brazilian music moved something in my soul, and it wasn’t long before we were dancing. My husband knows that I can dance for hours, and has learned from experience that he’ll always have a hard time keeping up to me. Consequently, he’ll dance with me as long as he can, then will go to rest and get us drinks. Invariably, someone else will move in, and tonight was no exception.

A tall, dark gentleman was soon at my side and asked me if I would dance with him in a rich, thick accent. It was all the more exciting knowing that he didn’t know who I was, hidden behind the mask, and the whole evening took on an excitement of its own.

As he drew me up to him to dance, I could feel a solid, muscular build underneath his shirt. We moved together, and he was a wonderful dancer, which made it so effortless to move with him, and against him. After a couple of dances, I was thoroughly aroused, and we broke before I let myself do something I would regret.

I found my husband waiting at a side table with something that tasted much better than it should. I was in heaven. He noted that I looked very sexy dancing with my new friend. I laughed it off and gave him a deep kiss, and he knew he was going to get a hot fucking tonight.

My husband noticed his boss, who had flown in from New York to see how the project was progressing, so he brought me to say hi. I gave him the perfunctory coy smile and flirtatious repartee that would allow my husband to get whatever he needed. As they got lost in business, I excused myself and went out to dance again.

It wasn’t long before a young gentleman was dancing beside me, and we were soon embraced in a dance. What I loved about Brazil is that all the dances were “pegado”, danced tightly together as a couple, moving as one. Which invariably meant that soon your legs were intertwined and your hips were grinding together. He smelled so good, and moved so smoothly that I just let myself go, flowing against him, to the rhythm of the drums.

It wasn’t long before I could feel his manhood hard, and moving against me. I enjoyed it, feeling my own wetness building, and pulled him in closer. Just at that moment, someone announced that the parade was moving by us, and we all rushed out to watch the floats and dancers.

I was out on the street, my husband was nowhere in sight, but I knew I was safe as long as I stayed with his company’s group. I recognized some of the other ladies, and we all grouped together to watch the dancers and the parade. They were amazing: the colours, the costumes, the music, the drums. It was all so tribal, and we soon got caught up in the street party.

The men were gorgeously muscled, and the way they moved was hypnotising. I wasn’t the only one who was affected by this, as the other wives weren’t shy to shout encouragements to the male dancers, who would smile and laugh at us, or offered to flash us if we showed them our tits. Of course, it seemed like a fair trade, and we were soon treated to some beautiful sights. These men were not only muscular, and beautiful, but were also well endowed. The length and girth of some of these men was astounding.

One man eagerly flashed us and laughed as we cheered, then jumped up onto a float and took up with a beautiful woman, smiling at us the whole time. We cheered him on, and his lady laughed and turned her back to him, pushing her ass at him. He took the invitation, and we could see him slip his cock up inside her and begin to “dance” with her, the ageless carnal dance.

We were so taken that we followed this float down the street, dancing, and carrying on with them. They finally reached their moment of ecstasy, and the float moved on, leaving me highly aroused and bemused. As reality came back to me, I realized that I had gotten separated from my group of ladies. I recognized a few masks here and there, and saw the first man that I had danced with. I made my way over to him, since I knew he would know my husband, and would look out for me. He smiled at me, asked me if I was enjoying the parade, and I told him I loved it!

We stayed together to watch the next group of dancers move up, beautiful women in very revealing costumes, moving their bodies in such sensual dances. I was enthralled and moved with them to the beat. The group was a particularly popular group, and we felt the crowd moving in to get a better view of this troupe. My friend was close behind me, and he put his hands on my shoulders to keep us from getting separated in the crowd.

We began to dance together as he stood behind me, and it wasn’t long before I felt his arms move down and around my waist. I could feel his muscular body against me, and it sent chills up and down my spine.

It wasn’t long before I could feel his hard cock against my ass, and I pushed back, letting him know I appreciated the attention. I felt that at any point my husband would come find me, and we’d go back to the ballroom together. I was wrong.

The crowd moved to follow the troupe, and we were caught up with them and were dancing and moving through the street in a tight throng. As we danced, I became more aroused, and I could feel my passion overriding my sense of good judgement.

When I felt his hands move up to grab my breasts, I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to control myself. The rhythm of the music, the sights, the smells, the sounds, were all acting as a powerful aphrodisiac, and I was letting myself ride the wave of hedonistic bliss. When he knew that I wasn’t objecting to his attentions, his hands got bolder.

His hands slipped into my dress to fondle my breasts more eagerly, his fingers grabbing my nipples and pulling then as his hands were moulding my breasts. It sent an electric thrill straight between my legs, and I moved my hands back to his ass, holding him tightly against me. The muscles of his ass were wonderful. Hard and round and powerful.

One of his hands moved down between my legs and pushed into my crotch. Feeling no resistance, he pulled up my skirt, and slipped his hand inside my panties to stroke my cunt. I felt his fingers sliding along my wet slit, dipping between my legs and moving up to my clit. I could barely stand at this point, and he, feeling my eagerness, pulled us out of the crowd and down into a side street.

I was so aroused, I was shaking. It was all I could do to hold myself up against a parked car. I didn’t know where I was, but it wasn’t too far from the party. I could see couples dancing and moving together in the shadows. My friend moved up behind me and placed my hands on the hood of the car. He spread my legs with his feet, and his hands moved over my body, and I gave him free access.

It felt like his hands were everywhere, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples, stroking my belly, grabbing my ass. It was heaven, and I was an aroused, throbbing mess. I felt him pull up my skirt, and I reached down to take off my panties, but he grabbed my hands and put them back on the roof of the car. This was his show, and I was going to be forced to enjoy it!

He pulled down my panties, and took them right off, lifting my feet to take them away. Then a pause and I felt his cock moving against me. It was long, and hard and hot. He first pushed it flat against my ass, moving it between my cheeks. Then he ran it between my legs, and I could feel its hardness and heat rubbing against the wetness of my cunt. He pulled it back again, rubbing it against my ass.

I wasn’t sure where it was going to go, but I had clearly been told that this wasn’t to be my choice. He moved his huge cock back between my legs, and I soon felt the head of his cock pushing up against me, and without much hesitation, he was inside and sliding up inside my wet cunt. If only my husband could see me now. Les spread against a car, with a gorgeous man pushing his cock up inside of me. And as fast as the thought came into my mind, it was out again, pushed aside by the pleasure of his thick cock moving in and out of me. It brought back the image of the dancer fucking his friend on the float, and all the passion and pleasures of the evening came crashing down on me, as I felt my first orgasm ripping through my body.

I wasn’t quiet, and I moaned and groaned, grinding on his cock and pushing back at him. He felt me shuddering, and slowed his tempo slightly. His hands, masterful, were moulding my breasts and playing with my nipple. Feeling my passion rebuilding, he renewed his assault and began to pump himself into me. His charge took on a new tempo, and I could feel his urgency. He wasn’t going to hold back any longer. His strokes were long, and deep and hard, rocking me forward, pushing me into the car. His breathing was ragged, raw, panting and moaning in my ear as he fucked me. I needed this, wanted this, craved this!

He was pounding himself into me now, savagely; all vestiges of the gentleman had fallen away and were replaced by the raw passion of the animal in him. He fucked me, hard and deep, and I loved it! Every thrust brought me new pleasures, moving inside of me like I had never felt before, touching places and pleasures I had never experienced before. I was quickly building up to a third, or fourth orgasm, I was losing track. My grunts were starting to sound more like a barking dog in heat as he pounded his cock into me.

Each time I felt his hard cock slide inside of me, I let out a moan, a groan, a grunt. I could tell by his pace that he was matching himself to my own building orgasm. I knew that I would soon feel his eruption. Sure enough, as my own moans told him that I was cumming, I felt him stiffen up, and his cock froze deep inside of me. I could feel his cock throbbing in me, as his cum was splashing up inside the walls of my uterus. I was shuddering, feeling my legs turning like jelly as I bore the brunt of his orgasm.

His pulses slowed, and I felt his cock softening inside of me. I didn’t want to move, couldn’t move, as I clung to the car in front of me, pushed against it by the heaviness of his muscular body. His breathing subsided and I felt his cock, his long, beautiful cock, slowly slide out of me. I felt a thick stream of cum running down my legs, and last shiver of pleasure ran through my body as I felt his juices sliding out of me.

We put ourselves together as best we could, and stumbled out of the side street. Coming back to reality, I knew that I had to get back to the ballroom and hit the washroom, or I would be in trouble.

He walked me back, and we snuck into the hotel. He showed me the ladies room, and kissed me on the check before leaving me, always the gentleman. I slipped into the ladies room, cleaned myself up, then went to find my husband. I loved Rio!