Alondra

I pray my husband never finds this, but I needed to tell someone. My mind and heart have been imploding on themselves, but I have no idea what to do to alleviate some of this stress.

It was six months ago when our new neighbor, Alondra, moved in next door. She had just divorced her husband after 5 years and needed a fresh start. At first, we would only see each other as we walked from our front doors to our cars but never had a full conversation. But when my husband, Chris, received a promotion at work, Alondra and I began spending more time together.

One morning after Chris left for work, I watched dishes, stuck in a mental haze over how boring my life had gotten within the past couple of months. Chris and I used to be adventurers- from skydiving to traveling to France on a whim. Neither of us wanted kids, so we figured we would put our hearts into experiencing as many things as possible. I miss those days. But after three years of marriage and trying to make something of himself, he finally landed his dream IT career and has been climbing the ladder as best as he could. I, on the other hand, put more energy into online interior design consulting.

The sight of Alondra jogging past my house snapped me back to the present moment. She had such an amazing body- obviously with the way she takes care of herself. I would work out more too if I were single, but I just do not have that kind of motivation anymore.

My mind pondered the thought of what she looked like without clothes for an embarrassingly long time. I must have washed the same dish twice.

Finishing with cleaning the kitchen, I allowed myself to think more of Alondra. I knew she was attractive, but I had never had any sexual thoughts about her before. Much less a woman in general. I mean... in college I kissed a few girls, but that was only because it turned my boyfriend at the time on.

But as I got older, and the longer I stayed married, the more fleeting thoughts of being eaten out by a woman entered my head. They never stuck, but today, not even a hypnotist could get me to admit these thoughts out loud.

Amidst my daydreaming, my cellphone rang.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey Amber!"

I immediately recognized the voice. How did she know that I was thinking about her? Energy is real because how is it that I couldn't stop thinking about her just now and now she's calling me?

"Oh, hey, Alondra! How are you?" I said, trying to sound confident.

"I'm great! I was wondering if you wanted to come over for wine later. I'm bored at my house and could really use the girl time."

Chris already told me he would be home late tonight because of some new software that he has to learn and train his team. So, I didn't see why I couldn't spend some harmless girl time with the neighbor.

"That sounds lovely, I can be over at around 7, does that work for you?"

"That is perfect! See ya then!"

I held my breath as I hung up the phone. Even her voice was starting to turn me on, but I quickly dashed that notion away. I loved Chris, and thinking about another person like this especially a woman- was not morally correct.

With three hours to spare, I crawled into my bed and lifted my ass in the air. My pussy yearned to be touched, and playing with it would calm me down enough for tonight. I wrapped my hand underneath my belly and stuck two fingers deep inside of myself, drowning in my own wetness. Oh my God. My mouth watered at the thought of Alondra's fingers being inside of me. Oh, how I wanted to her deep in my cunt with her tongue flicking and licking my swollen clit.

I pumped my fingers until I collapsed on my bed and flooded all over my hand. Lightening still coursed through my body. Chris and I haven't been intimate in months and it was driving me crazy, but of course I could not let him know that. He would try to spin it on me and make it seem as if I haven't been trying to fuck him every night for the last few weeks. So, I pleasured myself whenever I got the chance.

Even without a drop of wine in my system, my head spun as I stepped inside of Alondra's home. It was bright and beige-nothing but nude colors. Even though basic colors don't show a lot of personality, nude colors still created such a sexy atmosphere. Alondra dressed to match her house- an off-white halter top and brown biker shorts that were so tight, you could easily make out a camel toe.

"Hey, girl!" She grabbed my shoulders and brought me in for a big hug. I tried my best not to focus on her boobs rubbing against mine, but it felt so good. I hope she didn't notice how hard my nipples got.

"Hey, Alondra. I brought a bottle of cabernet; I hope you like it!" I handed her the bottle, and she smiled so that all her teeth showed. Those pearly whites fit so nicely with her beautiful face and short brown hair.

"That's perfect! I didn't know what you liked, so I thought we could try this Apple wine together too," she said.

She led me to her minimally decorated, all white kitchen and sat me on the island in the middle. In a swift motion, she grabbed two wine glasses from the cupboard and opened my wine first.

My heart raced as the worst concepts spun around my brain. I wanted to pour some of the wine in her exposed belly button and suck it out. But of course, I'd have to strip her naked first to not stain her cute little outfit.

She handed me a half full glass and I took a small sip. If I wanted to play it safe, I didn't want to get too drunk. I had to have some sort of control.

We talked for nearly thirty minutes about small stuff about ourselves. Just the usual surface conversation about our love lives and what would've been doing had we been younger. But then something shifted as we kept drinking and opening up about our lives.

"The last time I visited Canada, I met this lady at a ski resort," Alondra started saying as she giggled like a little schoolgirl.

"She was a little older than me, but insanely beautiful. Her room had a fireplace, so when she invited me up, of course I took her up on that offer. I was looking to experiment anyways. Especially after Derrick left me for that slut," she paused to take a sip of her wine. "So, hey, why not give women a shot and see what all the hype was about!"

We laughed, and she put her hand on top of mine. I shuddered at the gentle touch, but I wanted more of it.

For the next hour, she went into detail about her experience, and I listened with such intensity. I don't even think I paid my own mother this attention.

"How about you? Have you ever been with a chick before?" She asked me, waking me out of my daze.

"Oh uh... I've only ever made out with a couple girls back in college, but since then I've only been with Chris."

She pouted her lips and put her hand on my thigh. My leggings were thin, so I could feel like warmth of her skin on me.

"Oh honey, have you only ever been Chris? I mean he seems like a great guy and all, but you're HOT! I would've thought you'd been with all kinds of people."

Surprisingly, this was the first time I really thought about that. I knew I was attractive and could've been with anyone I wanted, but Chris was the only man I ever felt comfortable having inside of me.

"I mean, he was my first and only. I just never really gave it much thought."

She moved a strand of her hair out of her face and smiled a mischievous smile.

"Mmmm... we need to get you some experience, girl."

I chuckled, deep down, I knew she was the one I wanted to give me all the experience I needed.

That night, drunk and alone in my bed, I massaged my aching pussy and dreamed about Alondra sucking my hard clit while pinching my nipples. She has such a pretty mouth that I

would love to let it explore my whole body.

Just as I erupted, I heard the door unlock and steps come up the stairs. SHIT. It was Chris. He flung the door open and jumped into the bed without even taking his shoes off.

"Tough day?" I asked him, my fingers still on my wet pussy. He groaned and lifted his head to look at the length of my body. His eyes stopped when he got to my legs.

"It was a rough day, but you could help make it better," he whispered as he reached to kiss my lips. I embraced him as he climbed on top of me, the bulge in his pants rubbing the top of my pubic mound.

And even though the man I loved was finally touching and caressing me after not making love for such a long time, I still couldn't get the woman next door out of my head. From her sleek hair that reached just above her shoulders to her tight round ass that sat so perfectly in any pair of pants she wore. She's the one I both wanted and needed.

Chris was rough tonight, and I went along with it, but my love wasn't in it like it used to be. My body was on autopilot as my brain filled with silky thoughts of the taboo relationship, I was desperate to form with another woman.

Once he finished, he ran into the bathroom to take a shower. Naked and unsatisfied, I went downstairs to open another bottle of wine. Time really started slowing down and I was drunk at this point. Drunk on wine and drunk on lust. I put on some Brent Faiyaz, my favorite new artist, to drown out the noise I'd be making. Touching myself, my thoughts flowed with a stream of sexy and forbidden fantasies.

I fell asleep on the couch but woke up to the sound of Chris charging down the stairs yelling that's he was late. He didn't even say goodbye to me, he just left.

My mind was hazy, but that didn't stop me from climbing the stairs and washing off the sex smell off of me from the night before.

Other than answering a few emails, I didn't have much to do today. I sat outside on my porch and drank some coffee as thoughts of Alondra whisked me away. As if on queue, I hear her laughing as she opens her front door.

"Oh hey, Amber!" She calls out to me, waiving her arm dramatically.

"Hey, Alondra!"

"What are you doing today?" she asked, walking over to where I was sitting. She stepped up on the porch and sat in the lawn chair next to me.

"Oh nothing, just answering some emails from clients," I said, trying to seem nonchalant.

"Oh okay, well after that would you wanna grab drinks with me? I'm off this weekend."

My insides jumped at the thought of getting drunk with her again. But since we'd be in public, I could try to control myself, right? I nodded my head and she smiled as she grabbed and squeezed my hand.

I hurriedly responded to my clients and put on a little black dress that I haven't worn in almost a year. I saved it for date nights with Chris, but we haven't had much of this lately. So why not bring it out now?

I sat on the couch in the living room waiting for Alondra to call me when I heard the knock on the door. Even though I immediately stood up and went to open it, I thought it be best to give it a few seconds to not semi so eager.

"My God you look sexy!" She exclaimed. No hi or hello, just that I looked sexy. My panties are already soaked, and the night hasn't even begun yet.

"You look great too," I responded. She was wearing a tight, black halter top and white jeans. Her chest stuck out, almost spilling out of her top. And her nipples... oh my gosh, I wondered if she knew they were stealing the show.

We took my car. I knew I wouldn't have been able to drink as much as she wanted me to, so I offered to be the designated driver. There was a cute little bar just on the edge of town that served good drinks. I haven't been in a while, but I was happy to see they were still open.

We had two drinks each before Alondra got up to request a song from the DJ.

"He's gonna play one of my favorite songs, you'll come dance with me!"

She grabbed my wrists and pulled me onto the dance floor with all the 20-something-year olds. I wasn't exactly old, but I wasn't as young and nimble as I once was. Nonetheless, I was feeling a little tipsy, so I swayed my body with hers.

She grabbed my waist and held me closer to her so fast I didn't even realize it happened until a few seconds later. The perfume on her neck intoxicated me. I put my face so close to her neck that I could've licked her, but I held my composure.

Alondra pulled her face away from me and smiled that smile that made me so wet. "I'm having such a great time with you, Amb."

We stared into each other's eyes with a desire that only her and I could feel. But neither of us moved.

"Want another drink?" I asked her, trying to thwart off the tension for a little while.

I thought I'd see Chris parked in the driveway once we got back to my house, but he was still at work. No call or text letting me know he'd be staying late.

Alondra hugged me and said goodnight. As she walked back to her house, I watched her ass shift from left to right. I wanted to call her back and give her another hug, but I was too shy to speak up.

Later that night, I lay in bed, awake. The silence kept me company for now, but it would've been better if an actual person were beside me, holding me in their arms.

A few minutes after I fell asleep, I heard the front door open. Chris. But I couldn't be bothered to wake up and greet him. That was fine since he decided to join me in bed anyways.

The next morning, I went downstairs to see Chris still asleep on the couch. Oh right, it's Saturday, I thought to myself. His short blonde hair was messy from the pillows, and he was still wearing his blue button shirt and pants and from the day before.

I tried being quiet while making coffee to not disturb him until I heard a car door slam. Chris jumped from the couch and looked around.

"What was that?" He yelled.

"Just a car, honey."

I made both Chris and I cups of coffee when we looked at each other in bewilderment. A man was shouting next door. We both put our mugs down and ran towards the window to see what was going on.

A burley, bald man stormed out of Alondra's house yelling pure insanity as she followed behind him. He started his little red Mustang and drove off, almost running over her foot. Even with him gone, she was still in the driveway with her hands covering her face.

"Babe, you should check on her."

I didn't exactly want to get involved, but Chris was right. I should make sure she's okay, especially since Alondra and I have been building a friendship. She was still in the driveway by the time I made it out of the house and over to her.

"Hey, Alondra," I said as I reached my arm out to touch her shoulder. "Everything alright?"

She wiped the tears running down her face and looked at me as if her dog had just died. I didn't know what else to do so I pulled her in for a hug.

"I'm sorry if we woke you up-my ex is such an asshole."

I walked her into the house she explained to me what the argument was about. Turns out they have a two-year-old daughter together, but she gave her ex-husband full custody because she wanted to move on with her life. But just as she wanted to live her life fully, he was starting to want the same thing.

"So now, he wants me to take full custody of Charity and give him visiting rights. I love my daughter, but I also love having time to myself."

We sat on the couch and talked over different options to ease her mind. I must have been there for a while because Chris called to check in. There was a lot of hugging and crying involved, but eventually she calmed down.

"You're such a good friend, thank you for coming over. You really didn't have to." Alondra scooted closer towards and held onto my waist as we sat in silence. I traced her back with the tips of my fingers and felt her shudder underneath me. She squeezed me a little tighter, so I held her close to me and kissed her forehead.

"Alondra, this isn't the right time, but I should confess something to you." I didn't know what came over me, but something told me I had to let her know what I was thinking.

"What's up, Amb?"

She let me go and sat up to look at me in my eyes. Her face... her eyes... they were swollen and red yet still have off the aura of being forgiving and nurturing. It took everything in me to not kiss her right then and there.

"I'm a married woman, and I deeply love my husband," I began. "But lately, I've been feeling this attraction towards you."

Her eyes got wide, but she didn't say anything, so I just kept going. "I've never felt this way about another woman, but you're really something special. I hope one day you get all the blessings and peace you so rightfully deserve."

She closed her eyes and sighed. I'm not exactly clear on what my intentions were in telling her all of this, but I'm happy to finally get it off my chest.

Then she opened her mouth. "I love you, Amber. I really do. But I can't do this right now," she said as she shaking my stood up.

"I'm sorry but-"

"No, Amber. I think it might be a good idea for you to go home- back to your husband."

I couldn't look into her eyes as I walked out. She slammed the door behind me and tears welled up in my eyes. A good friend, gone. All because I had to follow my emotions instead of considering the situation.

Back at home, Chris was packing a lunch with no shirt on. He was playing good music, but I couldn't even enjoy it the way I could tell he wanted me to when he started dancing.

"How'd it go?" He asked me with a pickle hanging out of his mouth.

"It was her ex-husband. They were arguing about their daughter." I fought hard to not let him see me cry.

"I didn't even know she had a kid," he said as he chuckled. Chris stopped asking about Alondra, and I was grateful for that. I went upstairs to the bedroom, crying in silence.

The next few days after that were solemn. Alondra hadn't called or texted, nor had I seen her come out of the house to go jogging in the mornings. I couldn't help but feel terrible. Not just because of how the problem with her husband went, but because I possibly could've done something to hurt someone I care for deeply.

On Wednesday, when Chris went to work, I decided to switch things up and go for a walk. It was sunny outside and there were a few guys mowing their front lawn. But not even that noise can cancel out the screaming in my head.

There's a park a couple blocks away from my house. Once I reached there, I sat on a bench and watched a few kids play hopscotch on the sidewalk near the playground. Everything was lovely until I recognized a head of brown hair. It was attached to a body so perfect that it could only be one woman.

She jogged past the kids without stopping to see what they were doing. And immediately, our eyes caught one another's. Alondra stopped jogging and breathed heavily while she smiled at me.

Almost as if she called me, I stood up and walked towards her. And without hesitation, I gave her the biggest hug. She smelled like sweat and felt wet, but that didn't bother me. It only made me wonder what it'd be like to have her sweaty in my bed.

"Listen, Amber... I'm so sorry for how I tossed you out like that. You were opening your heart to me, and I shut it down."

Alondra pulled her torso away from me, but kept her arms wrapped around my waist. She looked so beautiful, even with sweat glistening on her body. She wasn't wearing a shirt, just a light pink sports bra and leggings.

"It's okay, it's just good to see you again!" I grabbed her and brought her into me again and squeezed until she had to smack my back to let her go. We began walking along the sidewalk with each other, her pinky looped around mine.

"I've been thinking about what you told me the other day..."

"Oh, yeah?" I asked her, trying to get more of an idea of how she felt.

"Yeah... I actually have a thing for you too. But you always talked about how much you loved Chris, I never thought you'd even think of me that way." We stopped walking under a big Oak Tree and stared into each other's eyes. Hers glistened and her chest heaved as she awaited my response.

"Then what do we do about this?" I asked her.

"Let's talk about this at my house- before any of our neighbors see us like this."

The whole way back to her house was filled with awkward silences but there was a lot of light touching. I was even bold enough to to caress her ass. The touch of her made my insides melt, leading them down to my pussy.

"Hey," I told her once we reached her front door. "Just so we're on the same page, this stays between us." She nodded in agreement and opened the door.

It was the middle of the day, but we helped ourselves to glasses of some white wine and kissing that was so sensual I almost forgot I was married. With no music on, we danced together, and I could feel her heart beating fast against my chest.

The silence in the room was loud, but our yearning for each other was louder. I kissed her cheek, close to her mouth but far enough to not make her uncomfortable. But I didn't even need the extra precaution because she immediately grabbed my face and planted a hard (yet still soft) kiss on my lips.

Tonguing my mouth with all the passion in her body, I couldn't help but let out a moan. She felt so good on me that I didn't want to let go.

"Want to go upstairs?" She asked once she stopped sucking on my bottom lip.

"Fuck yes, please."

She stripped off her sports bra and leggings, leaving her standing in front of me in only panties. I've never seen other women naked in person before. Not only physically, but emotionally. I leaned and kissed her neck, making a trail of kisses down to her chest. I tasted the saltiness of her sweat, and I loved every bit of it.

"How do you want me?" she asked. I bit her lip hard and licked away the pain.

"I want you everywhere," I whispered in her ear. I tugged at her hair a bit to expose her neck more.

Biting, sucking, and licking my way to her panty line. Nothing could stop me at this point, not even myself. I guided her to her bed and laid her down gently, careful not to mess up her hair.

She let out a moan when I licked in between her legs. The fabric of her panties was drenched, and I needed the quench my thirst. I put more pressure on her pussy with my tongue and licked upwards as she arched her back; chest raised to the heavens.

"Oh, baby..." she moaned with desperation. I pulled her panties to the side and admired the beautiful flower that was in my face. She traced her fingers along the sides of my face and then drew me closer to her shaved pussy.

As I kissed her flesh, she moaned and squirmed on top of the sheets. I had to grab her waist to hold her down. But the more she fought against my pressure, the wetter she got.

I teased her and gently bit her thighs before I dug in and started sucking on her clit. I wish I could describe how sexy her moans were. It felt like when you go through a Drive-Thru and the workers get your entire order correctly.

I played with her body, squeezed her hips, and tugged at her nipples- anything to make her cum in my mouth. If my father saw me, he would've claimed I was being too desperate. If Jesus saw me, he would've wept.

Nearly 15 minutes passed before she started grabbing at the sheets, trying to hold steadily. She let out a guttural groan and arched back upwards.

"Fuck, baby, I'm cumming!" She screamed out. Her body shook and rolled along my tongue. When she finished shuttering, she pulled me back to her lips to taste herself.

Just then, I felt my phone vibrating in my pants. I looked at the screen- Chris was calling. A huge lump formed in my throat.

"H-Hello?" I spoke.

"Hey, sweetie, where are you? Your car's here, but you're not."

"Oh, I'm at Alondra's right now. Everything okay?" I wasn't necessarily lying, but I didn't feel comfortable telling him anything more than that.

"Yeah, I came home early to spend some time with you. Will you be home soon?"

"I will."

I hung up the phone and went back to kiss Alondra. Nothing and no one could've pulled me away from the ecstasy that formed in the room that day.

End of Part One.