Rio. Bia.
Wifey. Termas.

This trip to Rio holds promise. The intrigue of developing matters with ‘the wife’. Wifey had agreed to another trip to Buzios, this time with Sandman (as opposed to last month’s Buzios trip with Sman). It’s good to be back in Rio. Now what shall I do first?

“FORBIDDEN FRUIT – SHALL WE DANCE?”

Upon arrival, I immediately set out for ‘the office’ (aka the Alcazar Restaurant) to see who was around. Everyone was geared up to visit the ONLY terma in town that I can’t hit. Why? Because the wife works there. Once she knows you’re in town, you have to start ‘the dance’. Plus, why pay to bang your ol’ lady in a terma when it’s ‘free’ at your apartment, right? Hmmmph. More on ‘free’ love later.

ANYWAYS, after looking around the boite, there was no sign of her. I ask the barmaid about her, and she tells me “She quit two weeks ago”. Oh? Hmmmm… time to take all this in. I order a beer and feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning to meet this friendly garota, I am then informed by ‘the wifes’ best friend that she is no longer working at ANY terma, but has taken a regular job. We talk a moment further before this garota freaks out when she realizes I’m her best friends’ ‘husband’. “SHIT SHIT SHIT!” I think. This means no nooky without the wife finding out about it.

At BF (Best Friends’) direction, we take a seat and talk for a while. It’s been a few days since tagging the talent in Ireland, and I’m so horny my eyes are crossed. I explain to BF (Best Friend) that it’s been a long time since the wife and I were together and I really need my account serviced. Wagging her finger at me, BF admonishes me “You can’t be with any girls here – behave yourself now!”. Shit. I’m shut out. Damn!

The conversation changes from the general chit-chat to how much BF already knows about me. L Is it me, or do women have WAY too much time on their hands? I mean, I’ve never met this girl and she knows some very minute details about me. Why? I suppose because wifey and BF share everything and BF can actually remember these details. Too wild. Before long I feel BF running her hands through my hair. I’m stunned. The dynamic hits me like another of so many Sienfeld episodes. With my thoughts racing, I wonder how to play this advance.

“If I go with this, the upside is I get laid. Downside? Hmmm… scary”
“If I pass, the upside is I can claim celibacy. Downside? Hmmm… I still can’t session here with anyone else or I’ll really get slammed”

While the above debate was raging in my head, BF rounded 1st base by laying some dirty DFK on me. Meanwhile, all decisions were quickly shifting to the head that contained more blood and could think more decisively. Within minutes we found ourselves knocking knees in a cabine. The energy and electricity of the moment surpassed my expectations. But then, ONE of us in the room apparently had some HIGH expectations after months of talking with her BEST FRIEND. Guilt, passion, intrigue, risk – all of these factors combined to make the moment intoxicating.

Her BBBJ punched me like a bottle of scotch in the hands of a 21 year old fratboy. Coincidently, she knew exactly how I like to be licked (Do chicks talk about everything?). Sexual inebriation overtook me in waves as this temptress plied her formidable wares upon my pleasure vessel. With my head swimming in pre-orgasmic bliss, she then went into a specific oral routine I had taught the wife a month earlier in Buzios. “What the fuck!?” I thought. “We’re not even 10 minutes into this and I’m gonna blow if I don’t call her off”.

Clenching her hair in my fists, I removed her lips from the tap before the keg exploded. Situating her on her stomach, it was time to put some of “Mels’ Best” to work. Pinning her hands above her head, I began kissing and licking the back of her neck at the base of the hairline. One spot in particular made her repeatedly arch her bunda into the air and attempt to flip over, but I kept her pinned there. Heading south with the kisses while gently massaging her loins with a feather touch elicited a deep, throaty moan from my wife’s wayward companion.

Permitting her to turn onto her back, my hands abandoned her nether regions for a moment to work upon the remainder of her body. Placing a knee between her legs while we kissed brought on a frantic burst of gristle-grinding, which I permitted for only a moment before working my way downtown. The shuttering tremble of her desires escalated as my hands again found their way around the folds of her womanhood. To my delight, her wetness had found its way to the sheets. Much the same as rum or cigars, I’ve found it best to let pussy age for a while before putting it to your lips.

At that moment, I was torn between hitting her with what she wanted or playing the “this is wrong – we shouldn’t be doing this” card. What the hell – chicks have been fucking me over with these head games my entire life, so why not? Poker faced, I sat up and put on my best show of heartfelt guilt and remorse as I showed my hand. “No, no, no!” I said. “What would (wifes’ name) think?” He he he. I’m not sure what she said, but I think she promised her eternal silence at that moment. Hesitating for dramatic effect, I let her go on in her rapid, staccato Portuguese with whatever it was that she was babbling before shyly returning to begin tickling her fancy.

As my fingertip slowly found its way to the g-spot, my other arm was laid firmly across her abdomen, preventing her from moving while my tongue brought her to where I wanted. From there it was gonna be a short bus ride to O-town when we hit the main event. And that’s how it happened as we came together. With her atop in cowgirl it was only a matter of moments before she reached the best part. Or so she thought. When she dismounted, I immediately went in for the kill by bringing the rest of the DATY to the table. With the final waves of her second climax still overtaking her, I mounted in Mish and melted into her arms for some very wet riding. Shortly before the phone was to ring, the urge to purge came and that is exactly what I did – all over her.

With both of us pledging eternal loyalty and silence, we left that cabine, and the shame we had brought upon ourselves therein ;)

I’m not sure how this will play out with wifey, but looming over me is the suspicion that I may have hell to pay for dancing with that little devil. Even the mighty Bull_Winkle would feel like a deer in the headlights of life in the path of my wifes’ onslaught were she to find out. To quote George Thoroughgood, the price of being a dog is that one must “Move it on over” to sleep in that doghouse.

From there it was off to Centauras. The talent there is still strong, and I immediately found Rose from my last trip. “Is there any way this time could be better than the last?” I asked. Rose obliged and gave me her cell number for a private photo session in my apt.

Afterwards, it was off to bed for some sleep by 11 pm. The flight into Rio was full so I couldn’t sleep sitting up, and I’d been at it for 42 hours without any rest…

"To quote George Thoroughgood, the price of being a dog is that one must “Move it on over” to sleep in that doghouse. "

Great canine metaphor.

Even so, I think this MUST be part bullshit. I think you embellish 80% of this. You did not even mention using a condom. If this is true, the probability that your "wife" will cut off your johnson is high.

Pure poetry. Thank you, and good luck maintaining secrecy.

Am i to undrstand that BF is Bia? Your title has me confused.

PB

Wow, that was really well written. Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest. Let's see, two friends, both women, dude wifey is going to find out, if not directly from BF then from somebody else BF tells. Women love shooting off their mouths about stuff like that. Amongst each other women share every little sordid detail of their personal lives. Better start coming up with your story. No sleep for 42 hours? Hmmm, maybe that's a place to start. Keep us posted on your exploits and adventures.

Sman

Well, in exactly one hour I will be meeting my bride for dinner. We will see how this plays out.

And where the hell is Hombrecito1 when I need someone to pump me up as I head back into the game???

Dogster

You should take a lesson in common courtesy from our mutual friend Bull_Winkle. In addition to being a far superior writer to either me or yourself, he would NEVER go so far as to flame my ALL TRUE Day 1 episode.

And as for the use of a condom, I intentionally prefer to omit any discussion of same from my reports. While reading, those who suit up and ride with raingear may feel equally at home with those who recklessly charge off on their Kawasaki wearing only cutoffs and flip-flops.

Artist
Wifey is not related to Bia in any way. Bia, however, has been TOPS on my To Do list while here.

In fact, tomorrows report may even recant the fucking AWESOME details of PB´s first time getting BIAnated.

First of all, it sickens me that Deeg would use the names "Dogster" and "BullWinkle" in the same sentence. I have met Bullwinkle. I know Bullwinkle, and Dogster is no Bullwinkle.

Secondly, "To my delight, her wetness had found its way to the sheets. Much the same as rum or cigars, I’ve found it best to let pussy age for a while before putting it to your lips." Good lord. Someone please find Deeg and put him out of his misery--he must be stopped.

Thirdly, Deeg, you are a miserable, bottom dwelling Canadian who smells like a moose. I vow to rat you out to your wife. There will be justice!

He must have taken many creative writing classes at that bizzarre, quasi-college that he went to.

Rich/Mitch
And to think I went to Havana with you two. Do NOT be surprised if some of my militia buddies pay you both a little visit.
Rich the address to your new trailer is where?

I'm not sure if you guys are a bit too hard on Dogster but I just thought it was funny when Dogster returned from his very first trip outside of TJ to Rio and declared himself to be "International Whoring Specialist".

Dickj... Regarding my declaration, somebody had to do it. And I was completely serious, as always.

I agree that PB must be stopped. Anyway, on to part two...

Dogster
International Whoring Specialist.