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Subject: {ASSM} A Carnaval For Claire {Biff Jones} (fict, M+F, cheat, smoking)
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A Carnaval For Claire (fict, M+F, cheat, smoking)


	The phone was ringing insistently, although Claire was amazed
that she could even hear it over the crying of her two small children.
She was feeling rather frazzled - a typical Wednesday evening emotion
for the parent of a two and a three year old.  Alex, her husband, was
out working in the yard.

	She finally made her way over to the newest source of noise -
the handset was buried underneath a newspaper - and answered it.

	"Claire, pack your bags," came the familiar voice of her best
girlfriend, Susan.  Claire sighed wistfully.  The two had much in
common, including graduating from the same high school and college,
many shared experiences, and an abiding love of good times.
Physically they were not quite so alike.  Claire had easy to maintain
medium length hair, dyed ash blonde, and was relatively tall at 5'8".
She was also quite busty, sporting a heavy pair of 38D breasts capped
by large, dark nipples.  Susan was, and always had been, petite at a
slender 5'3" with a firm set of fake 34C boobs.  Her current hairstyle
was a blonde short, fun look that took quite a bit of work to
maintain.  

	"Sorry Susan," Claire quipped, "Those of us with children to
take care of don't just get to pack up and go away simply because
their newly divorced best friend is enjoying her freedom."

	A snort greeted her at the other end of the line.  "Fuck that.
You're 35 going on 50!  Alex will take the kids.  You and I are going
to Rio for Carnaval!"

	Claire sucked in her breath.  She had been fantasizing for
years about going to Brazil.  But still...  "Oh God, Susan, I really
want to.  You know I want to.  But Alex and I can't afford it, and
besides, there are visas and everything else to arrange..."

	Susan squealed with delight, loudly enough that Claire had to
pull the phone away from her ear.  "Don't worry about a thing.  My
stupid fuck of an ex paid for the whole thing in the settlement.  I've
already bought you a ticket - it's all expenses paid.  And the travel
agency arranged the visas.  We're all set to go and we're leaving
tomorrow.  No excuses!  Your husband already told me he would take
care of the home front."

	Claire peeked out the window to see Alex giving her a big grin
and a thumbs-up.  Her body felt warm and tingly all of a sudden as she
realized it was really going to happen, and she found herself eagerly
discussing plans with her friend.

***********

	The next twenty-four hours passed quickly, consumed with
packing and errands, including a hasty trip to the salon during which
Susan insisted on full bikini waxes for both of them.  "Those Rio
beaches don't let you cover up much," she giggled.  While they were at
it, they got matching French manicures and pedicures.

	Their flight was an overnight and then some, from Dallas
directly to Rio - just over 10 hours of flying time.  At the airport
Claire had a brief tearful goodbye as she kissed each of her children
in turn, and then her husband.  It was the first time she had gone
away since the babies were born.  Alex told her not to worry about a
thing, to have a great time, and to come back without any tan lines on
that sexy body of hers.  She playfully swatted him in response.

	Unfortunately, due to modern airport security restrictions,
the family couldn't accompany them to the gate, so Claire and Susan
made their way alone through the large international terminal to await
their departure.  Both had magazines to read during the time before
boarding and on the flight.

	However, unsurprisingly after their frantic day of
preparations, the women were sound asleep moments after takeoff,
cuddled in against one another for comfort.

**********

	"Bon dia, good morning!" came the chipper voice of the
American Airlines flight attendant over the intercom system.  "In
preparation for landing, please return your seats to their full
upright position..."

	Susan slowly lifted her head from Claire's chest, wiping the
sand from her eyes.  "God, I could really use a cigarette right now,"
she grumbled irritably.  Claire nodded in agreement. 

	"We should be on the ground in about 20 minutes or so," she
said, pointing out the window for her friend to look.  Suddenly Susan
was alert and smiling.  

 	"We're here?  We're really here?"

	Claire grinned widely.  "Yeah.  I woke up about half an hour
ago when we started the descent.  I was so excited I couldn't get back
to sleep."

	The remainder of the flight passed uneventfully.  After a long
taxi, they arrived at the gate and shortly thereafter found themselves
in an outdoor baggage claim awaiting their luggage.  Susan reached
into her purse and withdrew a pack of cigarettes.  She lit one and
inhaled deeply, passing the pack to Claire who took one for herself.
The two blondes smoked quietly and watched the passers-by as they
awaited their luggage.

	The crowd seemed to be a fairly even mix of American tourists,
mostly a bit younger - in their mid twenties, perhaps - and native
Brazilians.  Claire gasped as she took them all in.  "My God Susan,
they're all beautiful.  The women, they're perfect - those bodies, and
that dark skin!  And the men...if I weren't married I think I'd make a
complete fool of myself here."

	Susan blew out a thick stream of blue smoke and smiled
wickedly.  "I'm not married anymore my dear, so you'll just have to
live vicariously through me.  I promised myself I wouldn't leave here
without fucking one of these delicious men."

	"When did you promise that?" Claire laughed.

	"Just now when I saw that hunk over there."  Susan gestured
with her cigarette at a well-built man with a fabulous smile.  He
winked at her in response.

	Then their luggage came, and they found themselves bustled off
to a taxi stand and towards their hotel.

**********

	The next three days were action packed for the ladies.  They
saw the sights.  They shopped.  They took in amazing dinners in the
city.  And they went to the famous, clothing optional beaches of Rio
to work on their tans.  Suddenly, as if without notice, it was
Tuesday.  Fat Tuesday - Mardi Gras in New Orleans.  Carnaval in Rio.
By mid-afternoon the crowds in town were already growing immense and
the women headed back to their hotel to freshen up.

	"How does this look Sue?" Claire asked innocently.

	"Provocative as all hell!" her friend exclaimed.  "You look
hot.  Is that the outfit you bought yesterday?"

	Claire nodded, lighting a cigarette and checking herself
critically in the mirror.  She had on a spaghetti strap cobalt blue
tank top, cut in a way that denied the possibility of a bra, and a
tight black miniskirt that she would never have considered wearing
back home.  She rocked on her toes for a moment, examining the way her
heavy breasts jiggled unsupported in the top.

	"I don't know..." she worried.  "My tits are way too big for
this thing."

	"Give me that lipstick," Susan ignored her, reaching for the
tube of bright red color that Claire had just applied.  "It's fucking
Carnaval.  Most of the women won't even be wearing shirts.  What are
you worried about?"

	For her part, Susan was wearing a little-boy T-shirt that was
noticeably too small for her; enough so that her ripe, surgically
enhanced breasts strained tightly against it and exposed most of her
toned stomach.  A floral wrap functioned as a long skirt that sat low
on her hips.

	"Let's go!" Susan cried, taking Claire's hand and pulling her
out the door into the setting sun.

**********

	The crowds were intense, like nothing either woman had ever
experienced before.  But they were also very friendly.  In the heat of
the Brazilian evening, and the press of warm bodies against them, both
women soon had a light sheen of perspiration coating their foreheads.

	Alcohol was flowing freely in the streets.  Caphirenas, a
potent drink made of Brazilian rum, limes, and sugar, were being
poured everywhere from stoppered flasks.  Claire and Susan never once
found it necessary to step into a bar for a drink - everywhere they
turned, grinning Latin faces greeted them with cups or bottles in
outstretched hands.  Soon both women were feeling very relaxed and
high-spirited.

	Suddenly, as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, Claire
grabbed Susan's arm and hissed at her.  "Look!"

	Susan followed her gaze to a group of beautiful young
Brazilian women who were stripping off their tops to reveal gorgeous
dark breasts while men surrounded them, throwing colorful beads their
way.  As lights strung throughout the streets began to ignite, along
with firecrackers and loud music, more and more women removed their
shirts and bras to bare their tits in the teeming crowd.

 	An impromptu street parade began, and the American women found
themselves swept up in the tide and slowly, inexorably moved onward.
"I want beads too," cried Susan.  She took hold of the neckline of her
shirt and slowly tore it until it fell away to expose her perfectly
shaped boobs, to the admiring whistle of men all around.  Hands
reached over her neck to drape dozens of necklaces over her head, not
coincidentally brushing against her fleshy mounds in the process.

	"Don't be a stick in the mud," Susan teased, lighting a fresh
cigarette.  "Show your tits!"  A chorus picked up the call, although
with the Portuguese accent "tits" sounded more like "teets" to Claire.
Nevertheless, she finally, shyly, stripped off her tank top amid
cheers from all around.  As with Susan, she was instantly bedecked
with party beads.  'Alex would never believe this even if he saw it -
much less if I were to tell him, which I'm not going to,' she told
herself as her large breasts bounced freely in the sticky warm air.
She took another caphirena and downed it quickly.

	As the parade continued, they found themselves winding deeper
into the city.  The crowd continued to grow, if such as thing were
possible, and to their shock Susan and Claire saw the behavior growing
ever more chaotic.  They had expected toplessness and rowdiness of
course, but many women and some of the men around them were now
completely naked: thick black bushes and heavy, erect cocks were all
around them.  Many women were deeply tongue kissing nearby men or
other women, sometimes two or three different people in turn.  There
were even a few couples openly fucking against the walls of buildings.
Suddenly Claire realized that she had little idea where they were, and
the parade had stopped moving and was now just a steady press of
masses around them.

	She took a drag on her cigarette and clasped hands with Susan
as they listened to the music around them, feeling the motion of
people brushing past them, touching them.  Feeling hands touch their
asses, legs, stomachs.  More beads being heaped upon their necks.  To
the left, a woman with her legs around a man's waist as he fucked her
standing up.  Kissing and groping everywhere.  

	Claire felt a soft wet touch of lips on her neck, but the
owner was gone before she could see him or her.  Then fingers on her
nipple, and a rake of long women's nails across it.  A mouth pressed
to hers when her eyes closed briefly, the tongue probing twice between
her lips and then disappearing.  She found herself turning in a slow,
sensuous circle with her eyes half closed in a dreamy relaxation.

	"God, you're dripping wet Claire," came Susan's voice as if
from far away.
	
	"What do you mean?"

	"I mean your cunt is leaking like an old rowboat, you horny
slut!"

	"It's not," Claire protested weakly.  Suddenly Susan reached
down and lifted Claire's skirt right over her waist, revealing thighs
and ankles covered in tracks of wetness, and a pair of thong panties
that were frothed with a sticky vaginal cream.

	"I bet you would come right now if someone touched you right,"
Susan giggled.  As the women both fell to laughing, Susan's fingers
slid forward and rubbed across Claire's fabric covered clit - it was
so erect that it was clearly visible through the panties, even in the
dim light.  Claire gasped and buried her face in Susan's sweaty
breasts, leaning into her friend in shock and pleasure.

	It was only a few seconds during which Susan touched her, but
Claire was so turned on that she climaxed immediately.  Her excitement
did not pass unnoticed.  More fingers found their way to her breasts
and pussy.  She found herself shuddering with pleasure as the
anonymous digits manipulated her.  With her eyes closed and her face
in Susan's breasts there was no way of knowing who was touching her -
women?  Men?  There were several of them, that was all she knew for
sure.  A part of her struggled briefly, knowing that her husband was
taking care of her children at home.  But she simply didn't have the
will to stop it.

	When the first cock pierced her vaginal lips, Claire groaned
deeply.  It was large - bigger than Alex, and bigger than any lover
she had had since college.  She felt the shaft gently spread her open,
its way eased by her copious lubrication and arousal.  Dimly she was
aware that for the first time in her life she was cheating on her
husband.  But that was far away, and in the present, the here and now,
a stranger upon whom she had never laid eyes was fucking her hot pussy
while she leaned over into her friend.

	The sex was relatively brief.  Within three minutes or so of
thrusting, the man came with a loud groan and filled her horny twat
with a rich load of semen than began oozing out of her twat when he
withdrew.  Claire almost stood up to prepare to go at that point, but
almost immediately the disappearing cock was replaced by a long, thin
prick that slid easily home inside of her.  She cried out once more,
and felt Susan's face come down to meet hers.  The women kissed
hungrily, their tongues darting back and forth and their lipstick
smearing heedlessly.

	"Watching them fuck you is driving me wild," Susan whispered
hoarsely.  Her hand was flashing busily on her own slit.  "Fuck her!"
she shouted loudly.

	The sex began to grow into a blur.  As one man came and then
withdrew, another would take his place.  At first Claire tried to
count them by the penetrations.  Then she tried by counting her own
orgasms.  Both failed, and she found that only two exceptionally
well-hung men who fucked her cunt and left it gaping widely open stood
out from what had to be well over a dozen lovers.  Finally, her legs
trembling with exhaustion, and with her pussy drooling rivers of jism
onto the street below, the crowd parted as if in silent
acknowledgement and Susan led her well-fucked friend away.

**********

	As they stood waiting for the taxi to the airport, smoking
their cigarettes, they were still in shock.

	"I can't believe what happened last night.  Those
men...gang-banged me?  I've never done anything like that in my life.
I feel like such a whore.  I cheated on my husband with more men in
one night than I've slept with in total before in my life.  But
yet...it was incredible.  I wouldn't change it."

	"Well, I didn't keep my promise to myself," Susan commented.
"I didn't fuck a single one of these hotties.  Of course, I came a
month's worth watching you last night."

	"Just between you and me?" Claire asked, worried about Alex.

	Susan kissed her deeply.  That was something else that had
changed last night, something new between the old friends.  "Just
between us," she agreed.  "Although you'd better think of a good cover
story for you and me and the threesome we're going to give your
husband when we get home!"  They kissed again, giggling, as the taxi
arrived...

**********


	

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