Business before pleasure.

"Let me see you," Erin said as she closed the door behind her. Her tone was almost pleading, and I could see her desires plain on her face. It was never a look I'd expected to see on another woman, especially not my best friend, but I found it intoxicating. That another person other than my husband would look at me with such bedroom eyes.

I took a shy step back to give her a better view. Despite our hot kiss when she'd arrived, I was still a mixed bag of emotions, trying to understand exactly what I was feeling for Erin. I was still slightly nervous, but I knew I wasn't going to stop...couldn't stop now.

I'd thrown on a robe in the interest of modesty after calling her but in the moment, it made me feel very over-dressed. I pulled at the knot at my waist and pulled it open, slowly exposing the sexy bra and panties that I'd chosen for the photo session. Her eyes drank in every inch of me, sweeping across my large tits barely contained by the green silk top and searching the depths of my cleavage for a bottom. She noticed the edge of my areolae peeking out and her pretty blues widened at heir lewd display. Then her gaze swung down, flying across my stomach until she reached the skimpy panties hugging my waist. Almost see-through, they outlined the contours of my pussy lips without hiding very much. Erin's mouth parted and a hint of a pink tongue came out to play. I'd chosen this outfit because I knew it would make James' blood boil but apparently it was having the same effect on my best friend.

She flew forward again, crushing her lips on mine. This time her hands reached between us, finding my swollen breasts with pinpoint accuracy and squeezing them with an urgent but loving touch. It was pure nirvana. She knew exactly how much pressure to use, where to press them so the swelled even further out of my bra, how to tease my nipples until they were standing at attention like proper little soldiers. I moaned loudly into her mouth, expressing my deepest pleasure at her touch and she redoubled her efforts, never staying in one place longer than a squeeze or two.

I tried to reciprocate, lifting my own hands to her remarkable bust, groping her melons through her blouse and bra, but I definitely didn't have the talent that my best friend did. Still, I found the experience a lot more enjoyable and erotic than I'd expected. Feeling up another woman, exploring their softer curves, was always something I'd considered taboo and I'd never had any leanings toward sapphic pleasures before. But as I'd been learning over the past few weeks, breaking those taboos and trying something new are often what gets our juices flowing the most.

And fuck, were my juices flowing right then. In fact, a familiar feeling was building in my loins. I was about to cum just from Erin's tit-play.

Reluctantly, I pushed her away, knowing that if I succumbed to that moment right now, I'd never accomplish my original goal of sending racy picks to my husband. Part of my brain didn't care about that anymore, screaming to give in to some lesbian loving, but I was always the type of person who finished what they started--including this experiment with Erin. We just needed to take care of business.

She must have had a similar part of her brain trying to take control because she stepped toward me again, her lips parted for more but I kept her at arms length. Her eyes filled with disappointment but I smiled sweetly and shook my finger in mock disapproval. "Uh uh," I said. "You have a task do first. After we take some sexy pictures to send my husband, then you'll get a proper payment for your work. Understand?" I placed my finger on her lips and she opened them slightly, letting her tongue lick at the tip.

I felt an absolute rush. My friend, who was unarguably much more experienced in the realm of sexual adventures than I was, was following my lead without question, without argument. I felt powerful, realizing that this gorgeous fox, this blond bombshell was acquiescing to my current demands. And I could tell from her body language--a slight slump to her shoulders, a subtle bowing of her head--that, at least for now, she was going to let me be in charge.

I took Erin by the hand--another new experience that I derived a simple joy from--and pulled her deeper into the house, leaving my robe in a puddle near the entrance. I lead her through the bedroom and I saw her nose crinkle as the odor of sweat and wild sex filled her nostrils. A tiny smile crossed her face as she noticed the unmade bed, blankets still ruffled from last night's romp.

Our journey ended in the master bathroom. I'd chosen this spot as it was one of the nicest rooms in the house, having been completely remodeled just over a year ago. A combination of aqua and teal tiles were interwoven across the floor in diamond patterns, while the white walls complimented the modern fixtures that had been installed in the antique claw-foot tub (inherited from James' grandparents), double sinks and glass-walled shower. The placement of twin ceiling lamps ensured that lighting would not be an issue.

Erin picked up my phone from the counter and for the next hour and a half, I moved from location to location within the room, posing for the camera.

I started out sitting at the edge of the tub, my legs crossed in front of me and my head tilted slightly away from the camera. Erin start snapping some shots, moving slightly to try and find the best angle. Then she suggested I lean toward her a bit and took a few more while my breasts hung low in my bra. After each one, she would mutter something encouraging, ranging from the banal 'That was a good one,' to the complimentary 'I wish I had natural tits like you,' to phrases which acknowledged the continuing sexual tension between us like 'Mmm, god, that one made my pussy soooo wet!' Even the perverted ones helped put me at ease and as we finished up that first set, I stood behind Erin, looking over her shoulder at the photos while my hand roamed the roundness of her ass.

We both agreed on the best one, a shot that had caught the angle of my body just right, making it seem longer than it truly was. At the same time, my upper half was leaned forward to give an incredibly delectable view of my heavy tits, soft, round and just the perfect shape. Just seeing how graceful and sexy I looked was a real ego boost and I was glad that I was sharing this photo session with Erin. We sent the selected photo to James with a 'Wish you were here' message.

An almost immediate reply came back saying 'HOLY SHIT!!!! YOU LOOK SO FUCKING SEXY!!!! I CAN'T WAIT TO GET HOME TO FUCK YOU!!!!' My husband is not much of a texter and that many exclamation points was an indication of just how much he enjoyed my gift.

Next, I moved to the bathroom counter, which had a mirror cabinet hanging above it, split into two sections. Erin stood to one side, angling the shot so that she would remain out of frame but me, and my reflective twin would be captured. I figured if James loved a picture of one of me, two would be twice as nice.

Erin asked me to stand on my toes, which elongated my legs and made my butt look nice and firm. After a few shots like that, she shook her head and pursed her lips. Then as if a light bulb went on above her head, she lifted a finger and set down the phone for a second. She moved to the mirror and pulled one side open while leaving the other flat. She returned to her spot, made some adjustments to the open mirror and then gave me a thumbs up, her lips twitching with delight as I took my place again. Deciding to add a bit more flair to this shot, I slid the straps of my bra from my shoulder and let the cups slide away from my body. I heard her take a deep gulp of air as my top slid loose but she continued to take shot after shot until we had enough to make a selection from.

Erin's move with the was pure magic. Instead of two images of me like I'd planned, she'd managed to precisely angle both surfaces so a third version of me appeared in the picture as well. I finally chose one where my nipples were fully hidden on my actual body but we clearly visible for my mirrored dopplegangers. I was struck by the striking staging of the picture and my mind was once again drawn back to the images I'd found on my son's phone and how perfectly framed his girlfriend had been while she was enthusiastically gorging herself on his prick.

As I took the phone to send the text, my bra slipped completely off my body and I typed my message completely topless. I could feel Erin staring at my sweet melons, could feel her desire to touch them across the short distance between us. My lusts were rising too and I knew there would probably only be one more shot before one or both of use couldn't contain ourselves any longer.

James' reply took a little longer this time. I gasped when it popped up saying 'THESE PHOTOS ARE MAKING ME SO HARD!!!! YOU BETTER BE ON YOUR KNEES, WAITING FOR MY COCK WHEN I GET HOME!!!!' Accompanying the text is a picture of his own, a top down shot of his very thick, very long erection.

Erin glanced at my phone to see why I gasped and she echoed me almost immediately, her eyebrows raising. "Oh my, is that James' cock?" She nudged me with her elbow, makes my boobs jiggle on my chest. "I can see why you've been wanting to play with it so much recently. I've seen a few bigger but not many! Lucky girl!"

Laughing, I push her away both embarrassed and secretly thrilled that my best friend was appreciative of my husband's manly dick. She grabbed the phone back and playfully slapped me on the ass, giggling as I rubbed my cheeks in fake pain.

My last shot was in the shower and I stepped in, turning the water to warm but not hot; I didn't want any steam to ruin the shots. As Erin watched, I moved into the spray and let the water splash against my skin, adding a nice sheen to its already flawless surface. I let the water soak into my dark hair, sweeping it back so that it hung below the edge of my shoulder and wouldn't cover my naked boobs when I turned around. I could hear the quiet click of the camera as Erin lined up shots of my backside. I could feel the warm water run down my body and onto my panties, which immediately drank it in until they were no longer functioning as a piece of clothing. I stuck my ass toward her and thrust out a hip to the side, giving her even better access to the dripping pussy between my thighs.

When I turned around, I found my friend gripping the phone with a single hand, her thumb doing all the work as she continued taking photos. Her other hand had dipped into the waistband of her skirt and I could tell from the lecherous look on her face that she wasn't scratching an traditional itch.

I couldn't help myself. I started rubbing my own pussy too, dropping my hand until my fingers could slide the drenched fabric of my panties to one side and slip inside. I wasn't thinking about posing for pictures any more, I was just trying finally get some relief for all the pent up lusts I'd been feeling ever since Erin kissed me for the first time. But Erin kept pressing the button anyway and I could feel me knees begin to buckle as I realized that these shots of me masturbating would be a permanent reminder for when I realized I was comfortable swinging both ways. That thought only made me rub my cunt even faster.

With a loud growl, Erin pulled her other hand free, swiped the phone a couple of times, tapped some keys and then turned it off. "There. One last to your giant-cocked hubby. Are we done yet?" Hope burgeoned in her voice and, not trusting my own, I just nodded silently.

Erin tore off her peasant blouse and skirt in record time, barely giving me any opportunity to take in her svelte frame before she joined me in the shower in her underwear. For a third time, her mouth was on mine and I could tell from her fervent moaning that we weren't stopping this time until we were both well and thoroughly fucked. I had no complaints with that sentiment. I kissed her back and eagerly unhooked the snaps of her bra, freeing her hand-crafted titties with a bounce and a jiggle. I tried to slide her panties down her legs, but the water had made them clingy and I got so frustrated that I wasn't able to touch he waiting pussy that I eventually ripped them to shreds, literally.

"I'll buy you a new pair," I gasped as an apology before I felt her own hands reaching for my own underwear. She bit my lower lip, hard, and then tore my panties from my body.

"Don't worry about it," she said before throwing her lush body again mine.

I'm going to pause for a moment and encourage any lady out there who's never had sex with another woman, you need to give it a try. There's the exact same passion as when you fuck a guy, the same rawness of two bodies joining together but there's also an undercurrent of understanding and connection when you're rubbing up against another girl. Don't get me wrong, I'm never giving up my husband's beautiful cock nor, even in that time with Erin, did I forget how it felt ramming into my twat or how his cum tasted when he blew his load into my mouth. But just because it's different doesn't mean it's any less special. Hell, it's like realizing you can like a juicy cut of filet mignon and enjoy a nice, succulent Cape Cod lobster too.

And holy fuck, was I enjoying my lobster right then.

The water made for a nice lubricant as our two nude bodies rubbed together, our big juggs jousting against each other like soft, mushy swords. My hands wandered her body, barely able to take in all of her amazing parts and pieces, and I could feel her hands exploring everywhere too. No place was off limits.

Erin's lips pulled away and dropped to my chin. Then to my neck. Then my shoulders. And then to my breasts. With heaving breaths, my bare titties raised and lowered as her mouth made love to my slopes. She made sure to pay attention to both orbs, adroitly switching back and forth so that they never felt lonely for long. I was going crazy, knowing that this was a huge step. I was allowing another person--another woman no less--do something to my body that had only ever been done by my husband before. I searched for a dissenting voice in my head, but they'd all been silenced. In fact, a raucous cheer went up when she latched her lips onto my nipples and started suckling against my tits like a little babe. I placed a hand behind her head and pulled her in close, almost ready to cum.

But then she pulled away and I felt her mouth continue its journey south. She didn't stop until she was on her knees, water falling from her naked body in sheets, poised directly at the cleft between my thighs. Without hesitation, I widened my stance and let our lips connect again.

Even though I was new to this, I could tell that Erin had quite a bit of experience eating out another woman. She knew exactly where to lick, exactly where to flick her tongue and exactly how to tease me without giving me an orgasm. She took her sweet time, nibbling and play with my snatch as expertly as a master harpist plucks her strings. I felt wave after wave of ecstasy roil through my body and I closed my eyes to shut out any sensation but what was happening between my legs. I wrapped my hands in her blond hair, unable not to be touching the woman who was making me feel such mind-numbing pleasure.

I honestly lost track of time, focused solely on the pleasure I was experiencing. So I can't tell you how long it took before Erin allowed me to orgasm. But I can tell you she didn't stop sucking the juices from my pussy until after my third one was finished. Odd thing was, even after such intense orgasms, I wasn't feeling drained but invigorated. I opened my eyes.

And saw James standing in the doorway of the bathroom, jaw on the floor.

At the exact same time, we both said, "Holy shit."