She woke up feeling as if her day would be like every other day of her life - exciting to a point, but pleasantly predictable by default. Lately though, she had been switching things up a bit, a little something here, a surprising something there. They are the little things to help condition the guilt that she knows will come. Eventually she will slip up and carry the burden of guilt until she feels she has proven herself worthy, despite her faults.
How does one measure or define perfection, anyway?
It had been a beautiful day in which she spent hours basking in the sunlight. Feeling incredible and accomplished lying out by the pool in that black string bikini. She lost herself in the music, fantasizing about the sand and the water, and the waves breaking around her. Hours passed as her mind wandered and traveled through one song to the next. She took a quick dip in the pool to cool her body before packing up. It was a wonderful way to spend the day, but that evening she had plans to go out.
She undressed and admired the hue of her skin after her hours spent in the sun. She had been making great improvements as the months counted on. Transforming from a frumpy mom, to someone a man was proud to call his wife. It wasn't easy, but the results were so encouraging. She noticed she had a new sense of confidence- it was almost as if you could see it.
The shower was inviting and invigorating. As the water rushed over her body, she was instantly refreshed.. Immediately she noticed her skin felt silky from the tanning oil, and she couldn't help rubbing her fingers in circles around her skin, as the oil was spread over her body. The light caress alerted her nipples. The feeling was so gentle and suddenly she felt incredibly sensitive. She rubbed the oil all over her breasts, releasing a quiet moan has she brought herself pleasure. Her hands explored the new shape of her hips and stomach as she tried to avoid the temptation to rub the oil over her already swelling clit. Like a man's inclination to adjust himself, she was frequently enjoying the brief adjustments when her clit would swell and cause the pierced ring to require the slightest touch to put it back in place.
Lately she was finding herself turned on by more than just the man she shared a bed with most of her life. She would fantasize about characters from romance novels, or dream up alternate endings to otherwise normal nights among friends.
As those thoughts filled her mind, she slid her hand down, slightly covering her throbbing clit. She couldn't resist the urge to release the tension before going out. With her thumb holding her clit ring in place she slide two fingers at once inside the warm, wet walls of her pussy. As she thrust her fingers in and out repeatedly she felt ridiculously flushed and short of breath. The pattern of touch had her senses on high alert. Trying so hard to hold back the sounds she wanted to express as her orgasm released she exhaled the lightest long moan, hoping no one would catch her pleasuring herself in the shower midday.
In need of a second wind, she began to wash with a soap that smelled like summer, and let the aroma fill her senses with joy and happiness. With a strong hand she wiped her body clean and cared for her skin. When she was clean and silky smooth from head to toe, she finally stepped out. Lathering lotion from head to toe, she gave herself an appreciating glance before carefully choosing her attire for the evening.
It was poker night again and she headed to the party ready to have a good evening. Greeted by friends, she made her way around the room, exchanging small talk before the game began. She joined the players at the table, taking each one in momentarily, acknowledging their presence, sensing their moods. It was going to be an interesting game.
Choosing her seat carefully, she found herself in the best seat in the house. He was there again. He's been there before and caught her eye. When they had first met, she had noticed there wasn't a ring on his finger, and casually tried to conceal her own. What would make her feel that way? Where did that come from? He's had to have noticed. She wears a ring. It's evident in his lack of reaction to her presence. She didn't know what it was about him, but she wanted to get closer, to get to know him.
As any good poker player would, she started off slow. Examining each hand, she slow played even the best of cards, watching for each player's reaction. When she felt confident, she began to play to win. It should have just been about the cards on the table. But her mind was on another hand- the one that couldn't stay on her own lap, the one that wandered toward his knee, casually brushing it for a reaction. The hand that wanted to stroke his lap and make him turn his head.
She felt a sense of déjà vu. It all felt as if she's been there before. If only she could remember how the scene played out, she could use the information to make tonight one she won't forget. When she adjusted her seat slightly closer, it produced a tingling of sorts feeling him near. She's felt that before. The last time they interacted. His mere presence heightened her senses. She found herself aroused yet again.
With casual conversation she tried to feel him out. His body language contradicted every word he said. Could he not feel the sexual tension buzzing in the air? She remained aware of the other players at the table, hoping no one noticed her daydreaming state as her mind wandered through the feelings flowing through her. Excusing herself from the table, she found a quiet place to gather her thoughts.
Her mind was running wild. She felt like tonight was the night she was going to lay her cards on the table and go all in on whim. It wasn't a likely move for her. The other players wouldn't expect it at all. Her mind was racing, but it seemed like the right move. She went back and forth many times. She was still undecided when she returned to the scene.
