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body
defiled. It was a terrible price to pay for relearning the fine art
of masturbation, rediscovering my sexuality.
    But the bill
was settled, I'd paid, and could now relax and enjoy the appetizing
spread before me. Whatever happened now, I had my cunt, my
clitoris, to bring me pleasure. Whether in my bed or in the lounge,
I could masturbate, bring out wondrous orgasms. I didn't need
Den... Did I need Mat?
    As my orgasm
welled, my breathing heavy, my vagina pulping the pistoning banana,
I cried out in my insurmountable pleasure. My clitoris solid,
transmitting electrifying pulses of sex deep into my contracting
womb, I felt as if I was possessed by carnality itself. A deep
sense of wickedness gripped me, crushing my mind as my climax
peaked.
    My entire body
quivering, my aroused nipples aching as my orgasm rolled on, images
of Den watching me masturbate loomed in my mind. Lurking outside,
spying through the window as I thrust the banana in and out of my
beautiful cunt, his penis erect, I pictured him watching my most
intimate act.
    Did I want him
to watch me masturbate? The notion excited me, yet frightened me.
My thoughts were drifting way off course. As my climax began to
subside, the last waves of orgasm rippling through my sated body, I
wondered what I was becoming. Bending over and showing Den my
vaginal lips, my legs over the arms of the chair, a banana stuffed
up my cunt as I frigged...Into what creature was I metamorphosing?
On what foreign course was I set?
     
    I remembered
Jane, the faithful, innocent, loving wife. Where was she? Was she
locked inside my mind, screaming for freedom? Or forever banished?
Slowing my clitoral massaging, my vaginal thrusting, I sighed as
warmth and serenity bathed me. Wherever Jane was, whoever I'd
become, it didn't matter as I lay with my legs spread, my abused
cunt burning. Was it too late to turn back, to rediscover the old
me? As I scooped the pulped phallus from my inflamed vagina, I knew
there was still time to turn back - if I wanted to.
    Licking my
slippery pussy juice from the steaming banana, I took a bite,
savouring the hot fruit. Taking another nibble of the delicacy as I
gently massaged my clitoris, my carnal senses tingled with
gratification. Mashed banana and cream! I'd do this again and
again, I promised myself. Thrust a banana in and out of my
beautiful cunt, take myself to an explosion of cream and then
relish the wicked concoction.
    Licking my
lips as I swallowed the last of the delicacy, I rose to my feet, my
skirt dropping over my drenched vulval flesh as I swayed on my
sagging legs. Not only had I committed adultery, but for the first
time since meeting Mat, I'd masturbated! I didn't know what I felt
as I wandered light-headedly into the kitchen. I didn't recognize
the emotions welling inside me.
    My
ultra-sensitive nipples aching for attention, I slipped my blouse
off and unclipped my bra. Running my fingertips round my areolae,
my nipples painfully hard, I gasped as the sensations rippled
through me.
    Aware of my
vaginal juice trickling down my inner thighs, I wondered again what
had happened to me. Slipping into my blouse, my nipples caressed by
the smooth silk as I moved, I tried to push all thoughts of sex to
the back of my mind. I couldn't spend all my time masturbating,
toying with my breast buds, I had to do something constructive.
Although only early afternoon, I started feeling apprehensive about
spending the evening alone in the house. Why did Mat have to go
away?
    I daren't ring
Carole and suggest we go out for a drink. I couldn't face her
questions, bring myself to talk about Den. I'd spend the evening
watching television, I decided - the doors locked, the curtains
drawn, I'd sip wine and relax. I'd also begin a diary, record my
thoughts and feelings, events and experiences - keeping it well
hidden from Mat, of course! No, perhaps I wouldn't keep a record of
my adultery.
    Wandering into
the garden, I became less worried about Den as I sat on the