Mardi Gras

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 etlik escort 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 keçiören escort 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 kızılay escort 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.