Monday & Tuesday Daily Entries

Monday Daily Entry:

It rained all day, thunder, lightening heavy winds, I spent the whole day cleaning the house, the house that my husband and I rarely spend time in, the house we were so happy to buy together, to start our family. The nice part about the rain was I didn't get any bikini pics from Simone. My phone was actually pretty quiet today, I meant to drop by the church but I felt crumby after cleaning all day. I've kept the curtains shut in my bedroom, "lead not into temptation" as the good book says. I made a frozen pizza for dinner, and then went to bed early, hoping my dreams are quiet.

Tuesday Daily Entry:

It was still raining today but much more eventful.

I had just gotten up and was fixing some cereal when there was a knock at the door and there she was...Simone. Still in a tight summer dress though it was gloomy, she shined in my doorway, a big yellow umbrella keeping her free from the rain. I felt my body tense with arousal standing so close to her. She asked to come in and then asked if I was avoiding her. I lied and told her no, that Sunday I had been very busy with the church, and that yesterday I spent all day cleaning.

She looked around while my eyes remained on her curves, the low neck line of the dress, her massive chest begging to spring free of the tight confines of it, her sexy thighs on display as the dress only ended in the middle of them. Her hair was in long braids that reached down to her perfectly curved ass, and swayed with her hips when she walked. As I drank in her beauty she looked around and said the place looked spotless and asked if I'd come clean her house, she thought they needed a maid with their busy schedule, and I tried to stifle a laugh thinking about the amount of time she spent working on her tan.

We hung out most of the day, watched trashy court shows and talk shows, making jokes sitting on the couch together. I had to take two more pills as I felt an urge to touch her skin, kiss her lips, tell her about my dreams, but instead we just focused on the things around us, not the tension that seem to come out of nowhere. Was Simone feeling the same way? Had I offended her by not coming over on Sunday or responding to her arousing texts? How do you even bring up the fact that you've had wet dreams about someone?

She left before dinner and pulled me into a hug, I could smell her perfume it was intoxicating. She pulled back and looked me in the eye with those gorgeous light brown eyes of hers and said she was sorry if she was acting too overbearing, or if she came on too strong. She was having a tough time, her wife constantly at work, and it was tough being gay in a small religious town. She hadn't made any other friends besides me and that she could tell I was different, accepting of who she is. She told me she would do anything to keep our friendship together, a tear leaking out of those beautiful eyes. I hugged her again, realizing that I was being too harsh on her, that my feelings for her shouldn't get in the way of our friendship. My knees got weak in that second hug as I felt her breasts against mine and thought I felt a hard nipple brush against my own.

After she left I had to go up to my room. My panties were soaked, spending over 6 hours with Simone I was more aroused that I had ever been. Her kind words, sexy body, I was drunk on her perfume, her touch, she was a barge to the senses in every way possible. I stood at the bedroom curtain opening it just slightly so I could peak in. She was there already, stripping out of the dress, she hadn't worn a bra or panties to my house, she stood their naked her dark nipples rock hard in the mirror as she pulled on them and rubbed herself.

I gave in. I pushing my legging down and began to rub my swollen clit, biting my bottom lip as I stifled a moan. Watching Simone touch herself some how made it feel normal, feel accepted, masturbation was just a part of life. I pushed a finger inside my wetness, and twirled it around, my hips humping it, knowing I needed this, I watched Simone lie down and arch her back as she groped at her perfect breasts, fingering herself faster I increased my own pace, wanting to orgasm with her, needing to. I could practically hear her moan as she came there before my eyes my own orgasm nearly knocking me to the floor. I sat there, my fingers sticky, my body visibly shaking, gasping for air as waves of pleasure cascaded around me.

I arose minutes later, went to shower and went to bed.