Two discoveries and a confession.

The moment I woke up after our night of video debaucheries, I could tell the change I'd felt in me last night wasn't going to be some sort of transient feeling, disappearing after the haze of lust and passion dissipated. There was still a fire in my belly, burning less brightly than before perhaps, but with a constant heat that made me rub my thighs together in a way that made my whole body tingle. My brain had become rewired and there was one word pulsing in my brain, louder than I've ever heard it before; it was impossible to ignore: SEX!

I reached down between James' legs and was delighted to find his cock already semi-hard. With gentle tugs I raised it to full life, reveling in its length and fatness. To me, it was the perfect dick and I wanted nothing more than to have it inside me right away.

My husbands eyes opened, filled with grogginess, but quickly widened as he felt my fingers darting along his pole. He growled appreciatively, baring his teeth in a wide grin. We hadn't actually fucked each other the night before and I could tell he wanted to remedy that situation. He threw off the sheets, exposing our nakedness and reached for my waist. With his strong arms he rolled us both over until I was laying on top of him, his cock poised at the entrance of my pussy.

I slid down until he was buried to his root, letting little tufts of air escape from my mouth with each inch, feeling overstuffed. I couldn't hold back. I rocked my hips and leaned back, letting my luscious tits bounce proudly on my chest as I rode him like a fucking cowgirl. I know he liked the added visual stimulation of seeing my titties flop up and down, so I went wild, thrashing about on his hard prick like a madwoman. My black hair whipped about my face like a maelstrom, getting tangled in knots I knew would be hell to free later, but at that moment I didn't give a fucking damn. I needed to fuck, to be filled with the sticky seed James was keeping from me and that was all that mattered.

I kept going for almost a full fifteen minutes, the pace and ferocity of my humping leaving me sweaty and breathless. Then, I felt my husband tense and, with a final tightening of my snatch, he exploded deep inside me. That sent me over the edge and I crashed down onto his body, shaking with joy.

If I'd had any hopes that our morning delight would in any way temper the fires in my core, I was sadly mistaken.

I spent the entire next week in a state of perpetual horniness. When I could, I'd pull James to somewhere quiet and, if time and setting allowed--like when the kids weren't home--I'd let him nail me quick. If it didn't allow, I'd jerk him off or suck him until I got a good taste of his cum. It even got bad enough that I masturbated in the shower a couple of times, something I hadn't done since high school, when I had so many hormones raging through me that I was lucky I didn't have my hand in my panties constantly.

Two events happened that week that knocked my libido into overdrive, events that I know realize were just mere stepping stones on my path in sexual depravity and freedom. The first happened on Tuesday afternoon, while Sarah and William were once again practicing soccer outside and I was inside cleaning the kitchen. I heard a buzzing sound, just at the edge of my hearing and, after looking around, realized that Will had left his phone on the counter before going into the backyard with his sister.

Now, I swear I didn't mean to do anything more than check who was trying to get a hold of him. Sometimes work called and wanted him to work extra shifts. I didn't want him to miss out on a higher paycheck.

But when I clicked on the screen, a picture opened up and my mouth dropped open in surprise. In the image, Will's girlfriend Michelle was smiling into the camera with one hand obviously holding the phone away from her body. Her other hand thought, had tugged on the neck of her tanktop, popping free her delicious, ripe teenage breast from underneath. Her nipple was swollen and pink, and it almost seemed like it was pointing directly at me. A line of text below the picture read 'Missing you and your magic mouth!'

My own mouth went dry. I knew that my son and Erin's daughter had been dating for quite a while now, and I didn't really expect them to remain celibate, but the fact that she was comfortable enough to send lewd photos to Will made my stomach feel funny. She was definitely a beautiful girl, having inherited her mother's blonde hair and svelte frame, and I had a hard time tearing my self away from the picture. After all, Erin perved after my son, why couldn't I do it to her daughter a little?

My thumb swiped the screen without thinking. Other images scrolled past, some of them normal captures, but more than a few of the same erotic nature. Posing in sexy lingerie, a bikini shot where she'd pulled the bottoms aside--shaved pussy on full display, a selfie in yoga pants, her ass sticking out as far as she could make it go.

Then I hit the motherload. Michelle was kneeling on the ground, completely naked and with quite a large cock stuffed inside her mouth. Her chin was almost to the guy's balls, which were covered in a fine layer of red hair. I hadn't seen Will naked in a very long time, but I had no doubt it was him, getting the blowjob of his life from his little nymph of a girlfriend. In my current state, was it really a surprise that I took a long moment to admire the size of my son's cock? To compare it with his father's? To wonder if it tasted good? To desire to see it ramming deep into Michelle's tight little cunt?

I was broken from my reverie by the sound of voices coming closer. With an urgency born of not wanting to get caught with naked photos of my son in my hand, I quickly shut down his phone and slid it back onto the counter where I'd found it. I turned to the sink so that my red face wouldn't be seen.

"...looking good, kiddo." Will's baritone vibrated as he entered the house. "I think you guys'll have a good chance at the tournament this weekend." My ears pricked up. I'd totally forgotten Erin had a soccer tournament this weekend and would be gone from Friday night until Sunday afternoon. Will had volunteered to go to help out and Michelle, who'd been on the team until last year, was attending as a chaperone too. Meaning James and I would have the run of the house all weekend long. My mind began to whir at all the possibilities....

That night, as I begged James to fuck me harder, I couldn't get the naked images of Will and Michelle out of my head, leading to some very strange dreams.

The second event occurred Friday morning, when the house was empty and before Erin was slated to arrive for our Friday lunch. I'd been struggling to solidify what I was going to bring to the bedroom this weekend. There were so many options and I wanted to keep driving things forward, rather than take a step backward. I decided to draw inspiration from the videos James had shown me last weekend, make my choice from one of those.

I was worried that I wouldn't be able to find the website again, but when I opened his laptop, it popped up immediately, good-looking men and women strewn across the screen. The playlist wasn't there though, and as I looked at all the available videos, I was almost overwhelmed by what I saw. Just random licking wouldn't help right now, but I convinced myself to come back later when I had more free time to really explore the possibilities. Instead, I found a button labeled 'Favorites' and clicked on it, sure that the movies James had found would be there.

I was wrong.

There was only one video and it was not one I had watched before. The title read 'Innocent schoolgirl seduces her (not) father, Part I,' and the preview picture showed a very young, pig-tailed girl in a ridiculously skimpy skirt, white blouse and kneesocks sitting on a much older man's lap. Slightly confused by the title, I clicked the image and the film started immediately.

The plot was insane--as I've come to find most porn plots are--but I found myself drawn in anyway. The father stormed into the young girl's room, a report card in his hand, furious at the poor scores his (not) daughter had received. The girl apologized profusely, throwing her nubile body at her father with such **** that her sweet boobs jiggled nicely under her top and her skirt flipped up to show she wasn't wearing any panties. This angered the man even further and he **** her to raise her skirt again so he could see it better. Well, one thing naturally led to another and his fingers did a thorough inspection of her bald snatch while she cried out "Oh, Daddy, what are you doing? That feels so good, Daddy! Make my titties feel good too!"

Her top fell to the floor and her father feasted on her completely natural titties, slobbering them with an eager tongue and slipping another finger into her pussy. It didn't take long for the girl to cum, her screams of 'Daddy' reaching decibels that made your ears hurt. The screen faded to black just as the daughter, laying back on her bed with legs spread, shoots a glance at the apparent bulge in her dad's pants, licking her lips in anticipation. It was only when the preview screen reappeared that I realized that the girl in the video held a slight resemblance to our youngest daughter, Sarah.

I hadn't even touched myself, but there was a puddle in the chair below my pussy. This was the only video James had set as a favorite. Did this mean he had a deeper secret that he hadn't shared with me yet, one that involved a lusting after of our own child? He'd shown me videos last week that featured women who resembled me and Erin; was it so far from the realm of possibilities that he saved this one for the same reason?

Even more important, how did that make me feel? Was I bothered by the fact that James had secret fantasies about another woman, specifically our daughter?

Looking back, there probably should have been more of a struggle. I should have railed against the unfairness of it all, that James should love only me and certainly not our daughter, our young, innocent Sarah. I shouldn't want to think of her as a sexual object, as another woman whom he could conquer with his huge dick. I should have felt some rage, some desire to keep her out of our sexual games.

And yet....

And yet I wanted to replay the video, watch the little girl get stripped and groped by her father again. Watch her orgasm with his fingers thrusting between her legs. See her naughty thoughts plain on her face as she stares at the bulge that sired her.

Plus, could I really blame him when I myself had had similar thoughts about our son and his girlfriend earlier in the week? My own incestuous thoughts had fueled our fucking that evening and it had been hot, really hot. If this would keep the fire going in our love-life, who was I to judge?

As I clicked the laptop closed, a quiet voice, my own Jiminy Cricket, wondered who I was becoming. But with a short shake of my head, I silenced that tiny bout of consciousness and began to put together lunch.

Erin arrived about 45 minutes later, wearing a floral sundress that looked simple and modest, but I was sure it probably cost more than the big screen television in our living room. She swept into the kitchen like a woman on a mission, setting her pair of sunglasses on the table and taking her place in front of the mixed salad I'd prepared. She ignored it completely and leaned forward.

"Well?" she asked expectantly. Her fingertips were tapping an arrhythmic pattern on the table and her blue eyes were boring into me like an interrogator's. She seemed even more eager to hear my tales than I was to tell them.

With a slight smile, I launched into the tale of our video adventure last weekend. I held nothing back, describing them in as much detail as I could remember and offering my own thoughts as to how erotic and sexy they were. How James licked my honeypot the entire time, driving me to orgasm after orgasm and how I passed out at then end, only to awaken with James standing over me, ready to cover me with his jizz. By the end Erin was fanning herself with a napkin, fully flushed.

"Fuck." That was all she could bring herself to say. She repeated it again. "Fuck."

I considered going further, telling her about her daughter's text message and the additional video I found on my husband's laptop, but I stopped myself. Our agreement was only about what James and I got up to on the weekend, no need to share anything else. Plus, I wasn't sure how she'd take to the incestuous side of things.

Erin sat back and crossed her long legs. Her blonde hair fell like waves across her shoulder, shining brightly in the fresh sunlight. "Well, you've officially made me jealous of your sex life," she said with a grin to show me she didn't take any offense from the situation. Her gaze turned glassy. "I wonder if I could get Dan to...."

I let her follow that thought while I finally took the first bite of my salad. It was delicious, but I had a hard time focusing on the flavor, intent on my friend's thoughts and perceptions. I was nearly done when Erin jerked out of her trance, giving herself a shake to come out of it. I probably wouldn't have payed attention even last week, but now my overly sex-sensitized brain noticed her tits shake beneath the cotton of her dress and I couldn't help but wonder what they would look like when she fucked Dan cowgirl.

She found my eyes again and she took a deep breath, steeling herself. "And you liked all the videos he showed you?" I nodded, unsure of where she was going.

"Yes. Like I told him last night, no limits, nor regrets. Why?"

Erin licked her lips and I felt another tingle at the sight. She looked down, her voice suddenly quiet. "You know that Dan and I don't have the greatest marriage, but it wasn't always like this. Before he....Well, before we moved here, we were quite a wild couple, much more like what you and James are starting to become. In fact, we had what many people would describe as an...open marriage. He'd sleep with other women and I'd sleep with other men...and other women. But we'd always come back to each other."

I didn't say a word but my mind was spinning with her confession. The video of the two busty women in bikinis, could that one really be a possibility? James would probably flip his lid. I'd caught him sneaking glances at my best friend over the years and knew he thought she was gorgeous. Fuck, I thought she was too. My heart started beating faster.

She cleared her throat. "After the...events that **** us to leave the city, Dan and I agreed that we would be faithful to each other from then on. But in doing so, it killed our passion. I still love him, but I can't help but wonder if we need something to spice up our love life, like you and James. Maybe opening it up again...."

My hand stretched out across the table, completely out of my control; I wasn't sure what was happening, how I knew what she was thinking. I found her own fingers and clasped them in mine. Something formed in that moment, a bond deeper than what we had as friends. I felt her entire body shudder. "What do you want?"

The question was simple, but the range of answers was vast. Would she back away, keep her commitment to her husband? Would she remain silent, let the moment pass? Would she jump in with both feet, or just with a single toe?

She slide forward in her chair, until our faces were bare inches apart. I could see every part of her perfect face; the high cheekbones, full lips, long eyelashes, cute nose. I could feel her breath on my cheeks.

A bare whisper. "I want what I've wanted since I first met you." She leaned even closer and the hairs on my neck stood on end. I was captivated by her bright eyes, got lost in their depths. "I want...."

The door smashed open. As Erin and I jerked apart, Sarah backed into the kitchen, dragging a huge bag full of soccer balls and gear behind her. Once again, completely oblivious to the situation, she waved at both of us and ran up to her room, feet pounding the entire way.

The moment was lost and I groaned. "Fucking kids."

Erin burst out laughing, a rich, vibrant chuckle. "Fucking kids," she agreed.

We finished the meal, taking about inanities, things that didn't really matter. I wished we could go back in time, start our lunch five minutes earlier and I could tell that Erin was disappointed too, and more than a bit embarrassed. When she stood up to leave, she gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek, a bit longer than normal and I leaned into it, enjoying the feel of her lips on my skin. Then she was gone and I felt a small emptiness inside me.

My mind kept turning to my friend for the rest of the afternoon, moving through everything on autopilot and thinking about what might have been. It took until Sarah and Will were leaving for the tournament for me to snap out of my funk and I had to hurry to gather the supplies I needed for that night.

I barely finished in time to hear my husband walk into our bedroom, calling my name. He sounded excited, knowing we'd have the almost two whole days to live out any fantasy we'd like. It was going to be one hell of a weekend.