Dear Dirty Diary,
Giggles and whispers filtered through into my recurrent dream staring Johnston. His big black penis stood fire hose stiff as I tore the wrapper off the extra large condom I took out of my purse. As I rolled the slippery latex sheath down his extraordinary erection, I was delighted to find it fit perfectly right down to its base. I cranked his seatback lower, whipped my jeans and panties off, swung my left leg over and straddled him. I centered the head of his penis in my pussy, and then let my shaking knees relax. His big knob popped in somewhat uncomfortably, but that ever-thickening hot shaft seared through my vulva as I dropped further and further down upon him.
Muffled laughter shattered my concentration and Johnston evaporated instantly! As my eyes fluttered in the morning light, my ears tracked the source of the interruption down the stairs to Louise's apartment. I stretched and got up to pee, but as I scooted to the toilet, I swore I heard a small bell ring between my legs. When I wiped myself, I heard that tiny ring once more. I bent over double, looked down at my pubes and couldn't believe my eyes. A small round bell seemed to be tied to my clit ring by a cute little red satin bow. When I flicked it with my fingertip, it jiggled my clitoris madly around as it jingled. I tugged on the bow's strings but it refused to unravel.
My foggy brain tried its best to recollect how I got into this predicament. I remembered that last night Louise and Doug kept pouring me glass after glass of the champagne for toast after toast, to our first New Year's Eve in Quebec. I recollected them changing me into my nightgown and putting me to bed. I vaguely recalled Louise kissing me goodnight on my lips and doing something ticklish to my pussy, then nothing else, except for waking up. I searched back through my memories of the last few days but remembered nothing odd except for my computer! For the last week, Louise and Doug had been playing "Jeopardy" while I watched my soaps. When I shut off the TV, I'd hear their chatter. By the time nosy old me climbed up all the stairs to our loft, they'd have finished off their game. Yesterday however, my show wasn't on so I hurried upstairs to play with them.
I heard Louise gasp, "Oh my God!" and Doug snort as I rounded the last landing. I called out to them to set up a three-player game so we all could play as I climbed the last six steps. As I walked toward them, I saw Doug busily setting up the game, while a curiously blushing Louise pushed over a chair for me. I recalled noticing that MS Word was showing on my computer's task bar but didn't think to wonder why.
When we finished our game, Doug quickly shut down the computer and said to Louise, "So, what are we going to do about that damn cat's stalking?"
Louise replied, "I think putting a bell on her would teach her a lesson."
That recollection set off the bell of realization in my head! I realized that my husband and girlfriend were in together in this conspiracy! I got up from the toilet and paced around the attic from window to window to focus my emotions. The bell must have been heavier than Louise's locket for it jiggled and jingled constantly as I walked. Of course all that did was to divert all my attention away from my plotting directly back onto my clit. I pulled my nightgown's hem up tightly between my legs to stifle that infernal ringing. I figured tight panties would keep it under control until I could get the ribbons cut off, so I headed for my underwear drawer. As I pulled up my nightgown, I caught the reflection of the bow and bell dangling between my legs and it came to me exactly how to punish them. Instead of retaliating, I decided it would be much more effective teasing them.
Out of my drawer, I pulled my favorite beige half-slip and my lace-top nylons. I rolled up each stocking and then carefully stretched them up my legs. A tickle began just above my knees and shivered right up the inside of my thighs into the base of my clit as I smoothed up my nylons. I tugged the half-slip's elastic waistband up and over my breasts and then spun it around so the lacy split in its hem displayed my festively decorated pussy perfectly. I purposely left my hair messy to enhance my entrance. I put on my pink fur slippers; a pair of big hoop earrings and set off downstairs.
Clomping down the steps set all my tender bits into motion. My nipples stiffened when my heaving breasts rubbed them against the cool nylon slip and the jingling bell jerked my clit mercilessly every step of the way. By the time I got down to the hallway, I was aroused! Not just a little nipply, not just a little goose bumpy, I was all charged up and ready to shock!
Always the actress, I figured a disheveled appearance would enhance my entrance, so I pushed down one stocking a bit, pulled down my slip so part of one aureole was showing and messed up my hair a bit. I held my hand to my forehead and squinted in fake pain as I giggled into Louise's den. Before I even caught their eyes, I whined out that I had the worst hangover ever. I bitched to them that I was shivery, my knees felt wobbly and my ears rang whenever I walked. I kept my hand up over my brow so I could peek at them without their noticing. When I plopped my butt down hard on the arm of her sofa, the bell jingled, so I immediately groaned that my ears were ringing again. Doug's eyes just about popped out of his head and Louise blushed from head to toe. They shot looks back and forth to each other a couple of times. Doug shrugged to Louise, not knowing what to do next.
Louise composed herself, looked directly down at my pubes and said out as cool as a cucumber, "Oh look Laura, you seem to have caught something on yourself." She reached out to the bow and continued, "Here, let me get it off for you." Of course, the damned thing wouldn't come undone and every time she pulled at the bow, the bell jingled. When she said, "Doug, get me the scissors so I can snip this off," he just rolled his eyes and blushed. A horrified look swept across his face as Louise knelt down with the pointy little cuticle scissors. When she pulled the bow to get at the knot, she immediately remarked, "Say, you're pretty juicy for someone in such dire straights!"
As I dropped my hand away from my forehead, a grin spread across my face and I told them, "You two may think this was cute, but you're about to find out why it's not smart to fool with Laura, the Lion! With that, I pushed away her scissors, smoothed up my stockings and straightened up my slip. I stood up proud and tall and then sauntered out of the room. I purposely stomped upstairs so the bell would ring with each step.
Halfway up, I stopped and called back down, "Sleep with one eye open and watch your backs!"
By the time I jingled around the landing, they had raced up close behind me. I took it for granted they'd both be looking up under my slip, so I wiggled my hips up the last few steps to give them a good show of my jiggling bare bottom. I led them across our room like sheep to the slaughter.
