Pandora's Box Pt. 02

So the question that was before me was "How does one tell a friend it's ok to show your other friends a photo of your wife flashing her tits?"

It turns out I didn't have to do anything too elaborate.

The guys and I were hanging out one afternoon a few days after she gave me the all clear. In retrospect, I feel like Steve set me up but I don't blame him too much. We had been hanging out drinking some beers and watching a football game. It was halftime and as we were bored Gary suggested we put on something racy since the girls were out.

Steve had a shit-eating grin said, "I've got an idea."

He cast his phone to the television and pulled up a video that was basically 'Girls Gone Wild' and it looked like it was taken at Mardi Gras. I gave him a look and he just kept grinning back at me. Gary and Chris loved it. Gary looked over at me and said, "God, Brad, can you imagine if our wives did this."

"Oh come on guys. I'm not an idiot. You told them, didn't you Steve?"

"Dammit, yes. I couldn't keep it to myself. You know I'm shit at keeping secrets. But I haven't showed them, I swear."

"Really?" I asked, unconvinced.

"Scout's honor. I thought showing them was too far," Steve admitted. He was a horn dog, but he was a loyal one.

Chris was silent through all of this, but Gary spoke up. "So? Are you going to let him show us?"

"Yeah, fine. But, umm, don't make a big deal with Kellie, ok?"

Before I was even done, Steve switched the view on the television to Kellie's picture.

"Oh shit," Gary said, "I love Megan but I have always wanted to see Kellie's tits. God they are perfect!"

"Right?" Steve agreed readily.

Chris was blushing, but he finally spoke up, "Yeah, Brad. She's gorgeous man. She won't be pissed you let us see this?"

I didn't want to let the guys know how them seeing had become a turn on for her. So I held back.

"I mean, she DID do it in public and allowed someone to photograph it."

The guys nodded. Made enough sense they didn't ask more. They were all pretty enraptured by the screen.

"I mean, this was almost five years ago. Are they still this nice?" Steve asked a question I'm sure he'd been thinking since he saw the photo originally.

"They absolutely are. You should..." I started to say but then I stopped myself.

"What?" Gary asked, "We should what, see them for ourselves?"

"Fuck I would kill to see Kellie's tits in person. Sorry if that's a shitty thing to say, but it's the truth."

"Damn Steve, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself if you saw them in person," Chris jabbed at him.

We all laughed, Steve included. I had to shift in my seat hoping the guys didn't see my hardon.

"So, Brad. You think there would be any chance in hell we'd ever get to see them?" Steve couldn't help himself and had to ask.

"I would say there is a non-zero possibility."

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I relayed what happened to Kellie.

"Oh my god. Now all of your friends have seen my tits. That's so hot."

She practically attacked me. I picked her up and began grinding into her right there on the counter top in our kitchen.

"You are so hard. You love it too, don't you. You want them to see me naked, don't you?"

"Yes," I replied as I pulled her pants down. She lift up to let me get them off of her ass.

"Oh, yes. I'm imagining their eyes on me. Fuck, they'd probably get hard, wouldn't they?"

"Oh yeah they would."

Her hand was around my hard dick. "How hot would that get you? Knowing your wife got your friend's dicks hard?"

"I suspect they did today when they all saw your photo. Their heads would explode if they saw you in person."

"How in the world could we make that happen? Oh shit, I wouldn't want to piss Megan off."

"Would she be mad?" I asked. Kellie knew her better than I did.

I could see her thinking about it. Finally she said, "Fuck it. It's just a flash. It's not like I'm gonna fuck him."

She felt me twitch in her hand. She looked me dead in the eyes, "You're so dirty, Brad. I'm NOT going to fuck them. But a flash or two. We'll figure something out. Better to ask forgiveness than permission from Megan, I think. But it will have to seem spontaneous, ok?"

"What if I just shared another picture first?" I said. It was weird the pair of us being so logistical as I began to enter her, but it was turning both of us on.

"Oooo, we could stage it so it looked like you got me candidly. Then it would seem like I was necessarily in on it. That's great!" she said enthusiastically as she shifted to take me deeper into her.

"How about a shot of you coming out of the shower?" I offered.

"Ohhh, fuck that's great. You could get tits and ass or even... my pussy!"

"No. Let's get a shot that just shows tits and ass this time. We've got to build up to letting them see your puss, don't you think?" I suggested rubbing a finger on her clit as my dick moved deeper into her.

"But you do want them to see my pussy?"

"Yessss," I groaned. The stimulation of our fucking and imagining them seeing my wife's pussy was intense.

"Oh god, do you have any idea how tempted I'm going to be to flash one of them my pussy next time they're over here?" she asked, fucking me harder.

"You know, flashing one of them is something you could probably get away with."

"You want me to?" she asked timidly.

"Is that what you want?" I asked her, not allowing her to put it solely on me.

"Brad, I want your friends to see me naked. Or a flash of a private part of me. I want to feel their eyes on me. Only my husband should see my privates... but I want to let them see me anyway. In fact it's hotter that they'd be seeing what they shouldn't."

"Do you think they will be happy just to see you? What if one of them wants to touch you?" I asked, continuing to plunge in and out of her.

She shuddered at the very thought.

"Oh god, I might let them. I might... want them to."

"I want them to want you. It's so hot to think you might let them have you," I told her as I stared into her eyes and increased my rhythm.

She looked at me with heavily-lidded eyes, moaning "Oh fuck, yes! I might not want to stop."

"What if I didn't mind that. What if I wanted to see that happen?"

"You want them... to have me?" she was staring straight into my eyes. She had to know.

"God that would be so hot," I admitted.

"To be in me?" she needed to spell it out.

"Fuck, yes. Oh god, it's so wrong, but I do."

"You want another man to... fuck your wife? That's not what a husband should desire. You should want me all to yourself," she said, unconvincing in her counter argument.

"You're so fucking hot. They can see it. They can be jealous you come home with me. But they can't really get it. They can't really know what they're missing out if they don't have a chance to be with you."

"But if I do that, they'll have me too. I won't be just yours. And what makes you think one time would be enough for them? For me?"

"I'd have to share you? All the time?"

"Yeah... if we open Pandora's Box, I might want to fuck them all of the time."

I came deep in my wife and she came with me.

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"I can't believe we did that," Kellie said.

We were in our bed now, still naked and cuddling in the aftermath of our kitchen encounter. She looked up at me.

"That was just dirty talk, right? You don't really want to see me have sex with anyone else?"

I looked into her eyes. I couldn't be certain what she wanted from me. Did she want me to pledge that she was mine and mine alone and it was just hot talk? Or did she want me to assure her that I meant what I said and she had permission to do what she wanted to with my enthusiastic support.

This was a pivotal moment in our relationship. I wasn't some limp-dicked guy who sought out another lover to please his wife because he couldn't. I was still young and good looking- I got hit on a lot by other women. I workout regularly and had excellent stamina. I had an above average dick and knew how to please my wife. She never went unsatisfied.

But the idea of seeing her fucking another guy, especially a friend of mine, drove me nuts. I don't think I had ever really considered it before Steve showed me the photo he found of her. I saw the look in his eyes. He wanted what I possessed. And, maybe because he was a good friend, I wanted to share it with him. I wanted to share my wife with him. The idea of them both getting off, both achieving sexual gratification together aroused me instead of repulsed me. She wouldn't NEED another lover, but the very idea that, as seemed clear by our hot dirt talk, she might actually WANT to have one drove me wild.

I realized all this had been going through my head in actual time, which meant her staring at me as I silently thought these things... and found myself fully hard again.

"Brad?" was all she said, a questioning tone heightened by her realization that my pole was again hard. "Jesus Christ, Bradley. You do, don't you."

She only called me by my full first name when she was teasing me.

"Babe, if you truly want to do something with one or more of my friends, then yes. I want you to experience pleasure and the idea of watching that happen would be hot as hell."

We didn't speak anymore that evening, we just screwed ourselves silly twice more. The fire had been fully lit.