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.
"Looky you; dressed all sexy." The fairground worker was now standing right next to me and caressing my arse; in public. "I bet you've even got stockings on for me this time; haven't you?"
His hand now slid to the hem of my short dress; but I anxiously stepped away, and looked around to see if anyone was watching; much to his amusement.
"Where's your little friend today?" He asked as he looked me up and down. I shrugged. "Do you want me all to yourself this time." Again I shrugged.
Shane leaned in and sexily whispered; "If you want my cock again; you better ask for it... you being married and all."
I coyly bit my lip and nodded.
"What was that?" He cupped his ear and turned to me.
My pulse was racing beyond all comprehension as I mouthed "Yes; I want you."
He frowned and cupped his ear again; "What was that?"
"I want you." I rasped, my mouth very dry with nerves, "I want...to have... you know... sex again."
"I suppose that'll do." He laughed again, then put his arm around my waist. "My Dad's got the van... but...Podge! Podge!" He called out when he saw another worker opening a stall. "Here, mate... give me the keys to your caravan for half an hour."
Without a second thought the fat lad dipped his hand in his jacket pocket and through a set of keys to Shane.
"Do I get sloppy seconds?"
