Even as my hot load spewed out of my cock, I read her last entry; a quick hand scribble from this morning.

I confess to such sin once again, I am failing. My body hungers for something it should not want. It is so terribly wrong. Last night, I lay beside my husband and once again committed the sin of self pleasure. Watching as the clock changed from one day to another, almost screaming his name in ecstasy at the vision of his manhood.

So, she masturbates in bed at about midnight; now that was something I could use. I glanced at the clock seeing it was barely six at...