Much to her disappointment, I told Helen that I was going home...alone.
"Come on babes; I've got the hots for the big lad." She pleaded after pulling me to one side. Still trying to make sense of what I'd just done in the van, I shook my head.
"I'm going home... sorry." Then waved to the guys and left the bar, heading for the bus stop. As I crossed the road I could still hear the music coming from the Fair and absent mindedly thought about going back, but quickly came to my senses.
A few minutes later I was on the bus heading home both smiling and crying as memories of just having had raw sex with a complete stranger in his van while my friend watched us swilled around inside my head.
By the time I arrived home the little Devil on my shoulder had won the battle and I was hardly through the front door when I was tugging my knickers down and sliding my fingers into my recently fucked fanny.
I then hobbled into the living room; fingers still in situ and flopped on the sofa where I masturbated like a frenzied whore. For the first time in my life I frigged myself with two fingers embedded in my cunt while I rubbed my clit with the other hand; making me slide across the plastic material. I was soon so excited I pulled my sticky fingers out and licked and sucked them like a cock substitute... with added hour old spunk on them.
This tipped me over the edge and I came like never before; leaving my shaking like a shitting dog. When I got my breath back I walked into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, and still being knickerless seemed very naughty indeed.
As I waited for the kettle to boil I spotted the fruit bowl and with a twinkle in my eye selected the biggest and firmest banana for round two.
I made my coffee and went back into the living room. Now completely naked I lay on the sofa and spread my legs, rubbing the banana along my very sticky slit, then satisfied there was enough 'fanny lube' on it I slowly slid it in. I'd never done anything like this before and the anticipation was mind blowing and I found myself puffing my cheeks out as inch after inch of fruit filled my married fanny; just like the Fairground worker had just over an hour previously.
I was much slower and sensual this time; even pulling on my tits and nipples as I fucked myself with the banana. I don't know exactly; but I guess I was doing this for ten minutes or so before the desire for another orgasm took over and I frantically fucked myself while rubbing my engorged clit at exactly the same speed; making my back arch and my cunt grind onto the banana when I did cum; with a piercing scream that left me clammy and panting for breath.
By now it was nearly 11pm and I needed to go to bed; although sleep was difficult to come by as so many things were spinning around inside my head; but sleep finally found me about 2am and woke up about 8.
Although I'd hardly had anything to drink the night before but I felt like I had a hangover... can you have a sexual hangover?
Coffee and toast soon had me feeling better; and feeling very sexy again!
While I could hardly keep my hand away from my fanny, I stopped short of making myself cum; even in the shower... some sort of self-induced perversion I guess.
I eventually selected my short denim dress to wear for shopping, with no bra; a combination that had me giddy with excitement every time I bent over in the supermarket, wondering if men could see my red knickers or my nipples.
At one stage I felt like I was being followed by a young Dad with a pushchair; so gave him at least one long lingering look up the back of my skirt; then smiled when our eyes met... which made him scurry away.
I only wished I'd put some stockings on; especially when my dress rode up my thighs in the taxi going home, and the poor driver could barely watch the road for looking at my legs.
Back at home I wasunderstandably as horny as Hell again as I put the groceries away.
As I made a sandwich I looked at my watch; just after noon. The Devil on my shoulder won again; but a banana couldn't satisfy this itch between my legs... only one man could.
Shane.
Without a care in the world I put on my 'going out' make-up, with bright red lipstick and a pair of black hold-up stockings. The only debate in my fuddled brain was whether to wear knickers or not; I chose the former, a sexy see-through black pair; which had been a Valentines's gift the year before.
Half an hour later I was nervously and hornilly stepping off the bus in the town centre. I tried my best to look nonchalant as I approached the Fairground but I felt my face burning up and my heart would burst out of my chest.
Just as I was having second thoughts, a familiar voice called out; "Hello gorgeous. What brings you here." Shane grinned from behind the Hook-a-duck stall; "or are you looking for second helpings?"
I was suddenly mortified that it was that obvious; and me a married woman too.
Before I could answer Shane had clambered over the counter and was swaggering towards me; wearing exactly the same clothes as the night before.
