Photos?

“Hey Bob, how’s it goin’?”

“Good Jim, how about you?

“Really good. Come on over. I’ve got something to show you.”

Bob and Jim had been neighbors for a couple of years and discovered several common interests. They hit it off shortly after they met and, together with their wives, often shared dinner and conversation about the latest hobby.

Their wives seemed to connect with each other as well. Julie and Amy often shopped together and encouraged each other at the gym every other day. Neither would have maintained their workout schedule if not for the other.

Bob and Jim also went to the gym. The friendly competition between them pushed the other to do just one more rep. The four of them appreciated each other for helping to keep them all in shape.

Bob walked over to Jim’s garage, the place where they hung out most of the time. They both enjoyed working with wood as a hobby, but Jim had the better table saw.

“What’s up?” Bob asked.

“Take a look at these,” Jim said, handing Bob his digital camera. The latest interest was photography. They shared the photos they had taken with each other for analysis of composition, lighting, and suggestions for improvement.

Bob started to look at the photos and looked up at his friend after the first one. “Jim, these are of Julie.”

“Yeah, what do you think of them?” They often used their wives as models, but these photos were a bit different.

“Well, does she know that you’re showing them to me?”

“It was her idea.”

Bob couldn’t believe his ears. These were semi-nude pictures of Jim’s wife. He felt uncomfortable looking at near naked photos of his friend’s wife, yet not enough to look away. How would he look at her the next time he saw her, maybe at dinner in front of his wife? He often fantasied about seeing Julie in a more revealing way, but thought that wouldn’t happen, yet here she was displaying herself for the camera. She looked very hot flirting with the camera. These photos had “private” stamped all over them.

“These are good Jim, but are you sure Julie is okay with you showing these to me? I mean, these look like private shots, just for you. Although….” he says looking back at the camera’s display, unable to keep his eyes away for long, “…She is very photogenic and your technique has improved considerably.”

“I told you, it was her idea. She told me last night that she wanted to be a part of our new hobby and asked me to take these shots of her. I told her that you and I always compare our photos. She said she wanted to see your reaction.”

“You are seriously jerking my chain.”

“Come on in and ask her yourself.”

The men walked through the kitchen and into the living room. Julie appeared, walking down the hallway from one of the back bedrooms. She wore an oversized T-shirt and shorts.

“Hi, Bob,” she said, throwing her arms around him in her usual hug. Julie was a touchy-feely kind of person and loved to flirt.

“Hi, beautiful! Jim just showed me some of his new photos. You are a great model.”

“Did you like them? Look at them on the laptop. You can’t see anything on that tiny screen.”

“Jim said you were okay with me seeing these, but I didn’t believe him. These look like private shots just for the two of you.”

Julie smirked, turned her head and winked at him. “Don’t be silly! I wanted you to see them. I had to talk Jim into taking them last night,”

She turned on the laptop and opened the file containing the new pictures then sat back to watch Bob’s expression as he viewed them. Bob looked over at her in disbelief until he noticed her nipples standing proud against her T-shirt. Bob understood that the flirting had jumped to the next level.

Bob knew that Julie loved to flirt, but this seemed to take it a step further than before. He had always stopped the flirting from going too far out of fear of causing problems with Jim, but now Jim seemed fine with Bob seeing revealing pictures of his wife.

Bob scanned the first of the two dozen photos. This lovely woman posed on the very couch he now sat upon, with her blouse open and one breast exposed. The second photo was of her on the same couch leaning forward showing a lot of cleavage. Next, the blouse was completely open with both breasts exposed.

“That’s a good one, don’t you think?” she asked, leaning towards Bob. She wore a T-shirt today with her nipples prominent, and that’s all Bob noticed.

“Yes, the lighting is very good in this one.”

Julie slapped Bob on the shoulder, laughing. “Is that all you noticed?” she asked, thrusting her chest forward.

“You’re a very good model and the camera loves you,” he said, returning her smirk.

Bob returned his attention to the computer monitor. The other photos of Julie had her blouse completely off and her jean shorts open. There were several poses of her removing her shorts, some with her facing the camera and some showing her bent over facing away.

There were a dozen shots of her dressed only in lace panties in different areas of the house, even in the bedroom. The last shot was of her removing those panties.

“Wow,” was all that Bob could say. “These are hot!”

Bob noticed that his arousal was becoming apparent to all around and tried to hide it. Julie was a good friend of his and his wife’s, not to mention his best friend’s wife. Distraction was the answer.

“These are great, Julie. Do you plan on doing more?”

“Sure, would you like me to model for you? I’d enjoy that.”

Bob laughed, a nervous laugh, but a still a laugh, “I’m not sure what Amy would say about that.”

“I’m sure she’d be fine with it. Why don’t you ask her?”

Julie knew that Bob’s wife Amy liked to flirt, maybe not as much as she did, but still, what woman didn’t like the sexual attentions of men? Julie also knew from her frequent talks with Amy that she only held back because Bob was so repressed. Amy knew that Bob didn’t mind her flirting with Jim and that Julie sure as hell didn’t mind, but Bob always seemed to stop the flirting before it got to the fun part.

Bob and Amy never talked about flirting. The most he ever said was she was free to do whatever she wanted—that he trusted her. What the hell did that mean? Amy felt that if Bob wouldn’t flirt then she shouldn’t either.

“You want me to ask her for you?” Julie nudged Bob with a giggle.

“No, that’s okay, I’ll ask her,” Bob said, laughing, his discomfort now apparent.

“Speaking of which, I’d better get back. Amy is going to wonder where I went.”

Bob said his goodbyes and got another hug from his neighbor. Her pictures firmly etched into his mind, he now felt her breasts pressed against his chest and lingered within the embrace just a moment longer. Julie also was in no hurry to end the hug; Bob’s approval of the pictures she shared pressed hard against her. He pulled away embarrassed that he had not controlled his reaction better.

Bob filled his afternoon puttering around in the garden. He often did this to clear his mind. There was something therapeutic about pulling weeds and pruning. He enjoyed seeing the pictures of Julie, even more so knowing that she wanted him to see them.

“What would his wife say?” his mental question, was interrupted by the sound of his wife’s car’s horn. He went out to help her unload whatever she’d bought, which turned out to be two new rose bushes, bags of garden amendments, and fertilizer. The rose garden was Amy’s passion.

Bob and Amy spent the rest of the afternoon planting her two new roses, and then Bob went to get his camera. Amy’s roses were his camera’s favorite subjects. She loved the pictures he took and had several paneling the walls of their home.

“Julie modeled for Jim,” he blurted out as he focused his camera on the Mister Lincoln.

“That’s a great idea! I’m sure that Julie wants to be involved with this newfound hobby. I love that you take pictures of my roses, but I’m sure you must want something else to photograph. I’ll model for you guys too, if you want.”

Bob was surprised by this revelation, and aroused, but didn’t say anything.

That night Jim and Julie came over to share some after-dinner cheesecake and coffee.

“Bob tells me that Julie is now modeling for you guys. Do you need another model?” Amy cooed to Jim during the “welcome to my house” hug.

“So far only Julie has posed for me, but I’d love to see that lovely figure of yours in my viewfinder,” Jim replied.

Amy felt the warmth rising in her; the smile on her face reflected her surfacing excitement. Various responses flashed through her mind, each one a little more suggestive. She glanced over at her husband, still locked in Julie’s embrace. He wore a smile as Julie pressed her breasts against his chest. He was not pushing her away but instead had his arms around her, pulling her closer.

Amy enjoyed seeing this and turned back towards Jim, thrusting her chest at him. “I think that I’d enjoy you seeing my figure,” she swung her breasts back and forth, making sure he noticed what she displayed, “in your viewfinder.”

Just then Bob interrupted the sex-filled exchange by announcing, “Anyone want cheesecake?”

Jim and Julie went into the living room as Bob and Amy went into the kitchen.

“I noticed you flirting with Julie,” Amy announced.

“Sorry about that. She caught me off guard. You know how much she likes to flirt,” Bob defended.

“No, you don’t understand. I loved seeing her in your arms like that. You are always telling me how much you enjoy seeing me flirt with Jim. Well, I loved seeing you and Julie making out.”

“Really?”

“It was so hot.”

“I thought that you would be jealous.”

“We need to talk about this more often. I love seeing you with Julie every bit as much as you like seeing me with Jim,” she reiterated.

They walked back out with four coffees and four plates of cheesecake. “So, tell me more about these new photos,” Amy demanded.

“Posing for the camera is so much fun, especially when you know someone else is going to see them,” Julie said, looking directly at Bob and wearing a sly smile.

Amy started to giggle, “So these were, what would you call them, more seductive photos?”

Julie winked at Bob and said, “You might say that,” joining Amy in her giggle.

The subject changed to the photographic show they planned to attend on Saturday.

Later that evening after Jim and Julie left, Amy turned towards Bob. “Go get your camera,” she said as she headed towards the bedroom.

She came out wearing a black semi-sheer nightie with spaghetti straps and a pair of matching panties. She slipped one of the straps off her shoulders and said, “Where do you want me?”

The next morning after breakfast and a long conversation about photography and acceptable flirting, an excited Bob, his camera gripped tightly in his hand, walked over to his neighbor’s house.

“Jim, I’ve got some new shots for you to see.”

“Me too, Bob. Julie was so excited last night after we left your house. We ended up taking dozens of new shots that she wants you to see.”

“Amy was the same way! She wants all of us to get together tonight and for you and me to take photos of her and Julie.”

Jim laughed, “That’s the same suggestion Julie made this morning.”

They traded cameras and scanned each other’s photos from the previous night.

“Damn, Jim, these are hotter than the last ones! Julie looks like she’s really into this. Did you set up the poses or did she?”

“It was mostly her dictating the poses, although she kept asking me if I thought you would like this or that pose,” Jim said.

“That’s funny, Amy was the same way last night. You know it kind of turned me on that she was posing for you.”

“Me too,” Jim agreed. “There’s just something erotic about knowing that Julie is posing for you even when I’m taking the pictures.”

“Amy and I talked about flirting too, and I’m glad we did. I’ve always loved seeing Amy flirt, but I always held back. You know how jealous women get sometimes and they don’t say anything. They just punish you,” Bob confessed.

“Yeah, I know. They think we should just know what they’re thinking,” Jim laughed. “Come on in, Julie wants to see your reaction to the new photos.”

“These women of ours are so much alike! Amy asked me to bring you over so she could show our pictures to you on our computer.”

“She wants to show the photos to me?” Jim asked, smiling.

“Yeah, she made it clear that she wanted to show them to you and ask what other poses you’d like to see of her.”

“Dude, we have to let these women have their way with us!”

Bob laughed, nodding his head, “You want to come over later tonight? Maybe we can do a photo shoot of each other’s wives.”

“Why not now? Go get her and we’ll all look at the shots on my computer. It has a bigger screen,” Jim told his friend.

“Good idea. I’ll be right back.”

Bob almost ran back to his house only to find Amy on the phone.

“That sounds great,” she said into the receiver, “You want to do it over here or at your house?” she paused, and then said, “Okay, just let me grab something sexy and we’ll be right over.”

Amy hung up the phone and turned to her husband with a wide smile on her face, “Julie wants us to come over to look at all of the pictures together, then take some more. She said that you and Jim already talked about it.”

“That we did. I was just coming to get you. You’re excited about this, aren’t you? I am too after our talk last night.”

“Damn straight I’m excited! You better not back out on me; I get hot thinking of you and Julie, just like you do thinking of me and Jim.”

“Let’s go, then.”

“Just a sec – I need to change.”

Amy came out a moment later wearing a bathrobe.

“I’m not going to ask what you’re wearing under that. I’m sure I’ll find out soon.”

They walked over to their neighbor’s house and entered through the garage.

“We’re here,” Amy announced.

Julie walked into the kitchen wearing a man’s dress shirt, and little if anything else. She gave Amy a hug, then turned to Bob.

“I’m so glad you decided to come over.” Bob threw his arms around Julie, giving her one of the best, most intimate hugs she had ever gotten from him. He then kissed her and said, “Thanks for inviting us. I’m looking forward to this.”

“Wow, Bob! That’s the best hug I think I’ve ever gotten. What’s changed?”

Before Bob could answer, Jim walked in and Amy said, “Just a sec,” as she removed her bathrobe, revealing a short negligee with slits up the sides showing a lot of her thighs. It would be hard to imagine any underwear hiding under this brief outfit.

Jim’s mouth fell open as Amy took a step closer and threw her arms around him. Julie was still in Bob’s arms as they watched their spouses embrace. They looked at each other, and Julie said, “You two must have had one hell of a talk last night.”

Bob answered, “Amy explained it to me this way. Flirting is composed of four levels. Talking and hugging; that we do pretty well, at least the talking part. Then there’s the touching and showing part. Amy wants us both to get to that level.”

“I like that. Do they go together? Can you touch what I show?” Julie asked, trying to sound innocent.

Amy answered for her husband, “Hell yes!”

Julie stepped back and announced, “the guys have already seen the pictures, so why don’t we just get started taking more?”

“Sounds good to me,” Amy chirped.

Jim released Amy and, grabbing his camera, started taking shots of her. Amy fell right into posing, first with her hands on her knees, then with one strap off her shoulder exposing more flesh.

Bob followed his friend’s lead and started taking shots of Julie as she unbuttoned her shirt. She stopped at her waist and nodded over at Jim and Amy.

Bob’s gaze followed Julie’s and saw his wife bend over with her negligee up to her waist. Her bare butt pointed directly at Jim and his camera.

Julie, seeing the progress this impromptu photo shoot was taking, suggested, “You know we like to take pictures with me on the bed. I feel more photogenic there. You want to go back?”

Jim lowered his camera, revealing a huge smile and Amy stood up saying, “That sounds great, what do you think, Bob?”

Bob sported an unmistakable bulge in his pants that could have relayed his answer, but instead said, “That sounds like fun.”

Julie led Bob to the guest room while Amy followed Jim to the master bedroom. Julie and Jim said, “Have fun!” to each other as they each closed the doors to their respective rooms.

Half an hour later all were seated in the living room while Jim loaded all of the photos into the computer. Both women were completely naked. Jim sat down next to Amy and placed his hand on her inner thigh. Bob and Julie sat next to each other with her naked thigh pressed tight against his.

They looked at all of the photos together, making comments about the ones they liked the most. The first several photos were mostly teasing shots, with just a breast exposed, or a naked butt. Soon the photos showed the women fully naked and actively flaunting their breasts and butt. Several of the photos Jim took of Amy were of her bent over displaying her butt to him. Bob imagined the dance she liked to do in that position for him.

The photos became more explicit as the next photo of Amy had her legs spread and still bent over. There was nothing hidden in this shot and the ones that followed were close up of that erotic view.

The pictures of Julie were similar, but she sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide in the first shot, then laid back on the bed and raised her legs. Nothing hidden here either, and again the following shots were close-ups.

Julie pulled Bob’s hand in between her legs a little higher and suggested that the men get naked too.

“I like that idea,” Amy said, “and once the guys are naked we can take pictures of you and me with our hands all over each of the guys.”

Jim was the first to get naked and handed his camera to Bob. Jim posed with his arms around each woman and a breast in each hand. His hardened cock held by two hands. Bob took several shots of those three smiling faces before Julie said it was his turn. Bob then took the center position both being fondled by two women and fondling both woman’s breast.

After the erotic photo shoot, Amy said that she would like to go back into the rooms for more one-on-one shots. Julie readily agreed and grabbed Bob’s hand, leading him back into the guest room.

They all came back out an hour later with a smile on each face. They just sat on the couch together, contented and relaxed. They had completely forgotten to take any photos.