Creative communications.

The morning following our explosive fuck session where I pretended to be our teenage daughter and my husband plowed me six ways to Sunday, began perfectly.

The sun was already streaking in through our windows when I opened my eyes, wrapped in James' strong arms. His hand rested lightly on my titties, sliding gently across their curves with every inhaled breath. I pulled him closer, squishing him into my breasts and drawing his hand deeper into my soft valley. As I shifted, I could feel his prominent manhood jostle against my cheeks, almost as if unconsciously searching for an opening that would allow it to plumb the depths of my anus, just as it had the night before. It was too soft to do much damage, still worn out, but there's nothing quite like waking up to a nice long cock pressed up against your naked skin. I sighed happily and let myself just enjoy the moment.

Unfortunately, you can't keep reality out forever and my dream morning came crashing to a close with the ringing of a telephone.

James jerked awake, his head turning wildly as he searched for the damned sound that had broken his sleep. The ringtone was strident and insistent, reverberating inside our bedroom like an unwanted intruder and I knew I was going to hate the reason we were being disturbed on such a beautiful weekend morning.

After a second's fumbling, my husband bent toward the floor and fished his phone from the pocket of his pants. He looked at the number on the screen. "Shit," he muttered. "It's work." He answered the phone with a much curter tone than he normally adopts when on a business call, obviously not pleased either. He stood and paced the room, the conversation taking a turn for the worse almost immediately. I entertained myself by watching his long cock swing as he walked, almost like a pendulum on a grandfather clock. For some reason his balls looked exceptionally good this morning, and I could feel my insides flutter as I imagined how much cum I'd be able to drain out of them before our two youngest children returned home on Sunday.

What can I say? I was turning into quite a horny bitch.

Finally, James clicked of his call and ran his hands through his red hair, frustrated. "Goddamn computers! Apparently our whole system collapsed overnight and when they tried to fulfill this morning's orders, there were no inventory lists or purchase forms anywhere. They were just gone. I've got to go in and fix this, otherwise we're not going to be able to process any shipments until we contact our buyers and re-confirm every order they've made. This is a fucking nightmare!"

"You're telling me," I said with the sexiest pout I could manage. I sat up, lifting my heavy boobs toward his hungry gaze, jiggling them between my arms with lewd shakes. "I was planning on spending the entire day playing naughty games with my sexy husband and his fat dick. You know, like 'Hide and seek-wet holes edition' or 'Strip poke-her asshole' or 'Fuck till you drop.' But now I'm going to have to be all by my lonesome, no cocks to fuck me at all!" I gazed at him with puppy dog eyes. "I don't suppose you have time for a good-bye fuck before you leave?"

My husband groaned, frustrated, shaking his head. His over-worked cock was beginning to rise again and I could tell that he really wanted to stay behind and play with his sexy, busty wife, despite the work emergency. "I can't," he said through gritted teeth. "Normally I'd trust Will to take care of it, but he's at the soccer tournament with Sarah. The guy I've got in charge this weekend is a hard worker, but he can't handle a situation like this." He leaned down and kiss me full on the lips, his mouth moving in tandem with mine. I felt his hand cup my breast and tweak one of my nipples lingering there with hot fingers. "I promise I'll make it up to you when I get home."

"You better!" With one last peck, James pulled on some of his work clothes and left without even taking a shower. I wondered how many people at his work would smell last night's sex on him and how many would recognize it for what it was. It made my pussy tingle thinking about it.

Not constrained by such things as work emergencies, I climbed into the shower and spent almost half an hour letting the hot water tumble onto my naked body. When I stepped out, I felt refreshed and renewed. But still hornier than I should have been after last night's all-out fuckfest.

I tried to masturbate to help relieve some of the pressure, imagining what new fantasies I could bring to my husband to try out, and I came up with quite a few wild ones: An experiment with bondage, replete with some sexy new lingerie and handcuffs that would prevent me from doing much but laying there as James ravaged me any way he wanted to; a trip to the grocery store while wearing a tight top without a bra and a skirt without panties, posing in such ways that I 'accidentally' exposed myself to to various passersby, all while James watched; watching a movie with our entire family and giving my husband a discrete handjob beneath a blanket, trying to keep it secret from all our kids; turning our household into a naturalist one, James and I walking around without clothes while at home, enjoying the sly looks we received from our kids and friends...and perhaps having them join in.

But nothing worked. I just couldn't cum. I had a man willing to help me pursue these hot daydreams, even though he wasn't present at the moment. I preferred the real thing, I guess.

I tried to focus on other things, like cleaning the house or doing laundry but those were lost causes. I wasn't going to be able to do 'normal' things while I felt as ramped up as I did. Eventually I found myself wandering down the hallway on the second floor of our house, where all of the bedrooms were.

I passed by our bedroom and found myself looking into Clara's bedroom, our eldest daughter who was currently in her third year of college. Always a bit of a bookworm, her room was filled with bookshelves stuffed with every genre of book you could imagine, which makes it no surprise that she was majoring in English. Some art supplies were also scattered around the room, drawing pads and paint brushes in small piles. She'd taken most of the rest of her belonging with her to school but I could still feel her quiet and easy-going presence in the room.

My eyes were drawn to a photo sitting on her desk. It was of all three of my kids on the camping trip we took last summer, Will in the middle and his sisters on either side of him, and I found myself looking at in a whole new light. With the dregs of last night's roleplaying tumbling around in my mind and the constant state of horniness I found myself in combined together in a whirlwind of perverted, lustful and just plain wrong thoughts.

They had been coming back from a swimming trip at a nearby pond and everybody had wet hair and smiling faces. Sarah was wearing a dark red bikini top, her tits--the smallest in the family, but not by much--stood pertly on her chest, as only a ripe pair of teenage breasts could. A small dash of freckles dotted the slopes of her breasts and her red hair was braided into thin pigtails that lay against her shoulders and covered her bikini straps. I have to admit, I completely understand why my husband has fantasies about fucking her, despite their familial relationship. She is so cute and adorable but has a nubile body that would make any red-blooded male's animalistic brain stems stand at attention. Even I felt the urge to throw her down on the ground, tear her clothes off and lick every inch of her body as I stared at that photo.

I've said before that Clara looks exactly like I did when I was younger, dark hair contrasting with porcelain skin and a large bust that she usually kept hidden more than I ever did. In this photo, however, her prominent rack was on full display in a one-piece swimsuit that was stretched almost to bursting. It also didn't help that the top half of her body was pressed into her brother's arm, forcing her soft flesh up and out until it was almost being squeezed out of her top. Her wide grin showed no worry of the peril in which her delicious looking boobs found themselves in. Her blues eyes were shining like sapphires and I had to wonder if my husband also had dreams of screwing her as well. I certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed.

And lastly, Will. Topless and showing off all the muscles that he'd gotten from years of football and working as a grunt laborer at his father's work. He looked damn good and my traitorous pussy started to cream even harder as I look at his perfect body. I felt flushed and I wished the photo showed the lower half of their bodies so I could get a good look at his trunks and what might be hiding underneath.

And then two thoughts hit me. One, I'd already seen my son's cock, at least in a picture. Just this week, I'd found a treasure trove of naughty photos from his girlfriend Michelle, Erin's daughter, on his cell phone, including one of him getting his cock hoovered. I'd only gotten a brief moment to look at it, but as I closed my eyes I could still see it in my mind. Big, thick and practically destroying the petite girl's mouth.

Oh God, I wanted it. I wanted Will's cock, to taste it and hold it and fuck it! James would understand. Especially if I gave him permission to bang our sexy little daughters....

The second thought that sprung free was a solution to my boredom. I owned a cell phone and I knew that my husband had take one with him to work. What if I sent him some of the same kinds of pics I'd found one our son's phone? I'd bet it would drive him wild and make him ready to fuck me into oblivion as soon as he got home. A perfect idea, right?

Reality was a bit more limiting.

I got dressed in the sexiest bra and panties that I owned, a dark green silk set that I'd bought years ago and never really gotten much use out of in my pre-sex maniac phase. The bra had been specifically fitted for my bust--not an easy proposition with my size--and was cut low enough that there was a hint of areola at the edge of the cups. The panties were barely there and didn't hide much as I spun around in the mirror. I felt hot wearing them and knew James' blood would boil just seeing me in them.

I ran into problems when I began taking selfies. I wasn't a teen girl who'd spent her life around the technology and could use all it's features as easily as breathing. The angles were horrible, I never got the pieces I wanted to be in focus and had trouble trying to pose and work my phone at the same time. After half an hour of trying, I became so frustrated I almost threw my phone against the wall. How did Michelle make it look so easy?

Then inspiration struck. Erin had been interested in the expansion of my relationship with my husband and had been a good sounding board in the past. Perhaps she'd be willing to take a direct role.

I called her up and she answered on the first ring, almost as if she'd been waiting for my call. "Spill. Tell me everything! I tried to get Dan to fuck me last night but he complained of a headache. Fucking tool. I need some vicarious sex through you!" I laughed.

"Actually, I was calling because I needed some help in that regard." I explained to her my goals and the difficulties I was running into. "I was hoping you could take a few shots that actually make me look good, you know, to send to James."

There was silence on the other end. I bit my lip, worried that I'd overstepped the bounds of our relationship with my request. When she came back on, she almost sounded distant, like she had set her phone down and walked away from it.

"Sure, I can do that. I'll just grab some things and I'll be right over." She clicked off before I could reply.

I could lie and tell you that I didn't know what was going to happen when I invited my sexy best friend over to take pictures of me wearing nothing but a bra and panties; to send them to my husband who'd I'd been fucking non-stop for a couple of weeks--which I'd told her about. Especially after our shared moment from the day before and the desire that'd been building inside of me since then. But like I said, it'd be a lie.

What I didn't expect was the instant passion that I felt the moment she walked in the door, wearing a loose peasant blouse and blue skirt that showed off her tanned legs. Her purse hit the floor and we were in each other's arms in a flash. Her mouth was on mine and for a long moment, nothing else existed in the world but her lips and tongue dancing in time with my own. Her body felt so soft against me, so different than the harder, firmer feel of James' body but even more alluring due to the forbidden nature of our contact.

There are moments in my sexual journey that I have marked in my mind as turning points. James asking me about our boring sex life was the first one. My first sexual contact with another person, with Erin, was the second. I could have backed down, spurned the lust I was feeling for my best friend and kept our relationship on a strictly platonic level.

Instead, I fucking leaned into the kiss and let my hands drop until the were resting on her firm, toned ass.

She broke of the kiss and locked her gaze on mine, her mouth still less than an inch away from me. "Are you ready?"

I nodded.