Like many men I have photographs of my wife, not just the ones that I can show to the family, but the ones normally reserved for private viewing. Mine are on the hard drive at home as well as a few on my mobile telephone. The ones on my mobile are Caroline topless on the beach, a few of her walking around a holiday flat in just her bikini bottom and a few with her back to me without her bikini at all, so reasonably tame. Photographs on mobiles have to be carefully chosen, passing around your mobile to friends for them to look at photographs of the holiday has to be taken in to consideration for the potential embarrassment it may cause. James, a friend from years gone by, we are both long standing members of the same snooker/pool club, and I were drinking coffee in our lounge, just a social call to return a car trolley jack he’d borrowed. I was showing him a few photographs on the iPad (the same as are on my mobile) of a car I was thinking of buying for Caroline when she called me from the kitchen, there was an uninvited guest, a rather large and hairy spider which needed to be evicted. Without hesitation I did what we men have to do and bravely put the spider where it should be, outside. On returning to James a few moments later he was looking at the iPad, he looked up and said “Oops, perhaps I shouldn’t have swiped left” as he put the iPad on to the coffee table. Caroline and I have known James a long time, so I knew he was joking but also that he’d seen the “other”photographs. I just laughed not realising that Caroline had followed me from the kitchen, she took the iPad saying “Let me check what you saw”, looked at a few and said “They’re okay, I’m not embarrassed, you could see more on the beach any holiday” and passed it back to James. James took it as an invitation to continue looking saying “If you don’t stop me I will have a second look” and as he did passed comments, nice comments to Caroline, comments about her having a nice body and one to be proud of. I could see that Caroline felt complimented, the look on her face said it all. After that whenever I met James, with or without Caroline he seemed to bring up the subject of the photographs in one way or another, something which I found quite horny, there was one of my best friends discussing my wife’s body. We have a hot tub in the garden and the next time we saw James was one Sunday evening in August, it had been a hot day and we were both in the tub, the water was a nice warm way to relax after a day cleaning the car and gardening, just a normal ordinary Sunday. Caroline was topless in the tub, even though we are overlooked by neighbours it doesn’t bother her to go topless, and she knows I like to see her in just the bikini bottoms and she’s normally well hidden under the bubbly water. I heard the gate open and James shouted “It’s just me”, and seconds later he was there at the side of the tub talking to us both just as you would expect, inviting us to his barbecue in 2 weekends time. Caroline talked just as if it was normal, but her chest was hidden under the water. Caroline asked if wanted to join us but he declined, no costume, but did accept the offer of a cup of tea. Caroline got out and walked in to the kitchen, still topless, made a brew and brought one out for each of us, then got back in to the tub, still topless, it amused me to see that James was struggling not to look at Caroline’s tits, and at the same time it was a turn on. James changed his mind and said he’d get in wearing his boxers, stripped off there and then, and within a moment was in the water. The conversation came around to Caroline being topless; she commented that whilst she liked her tits she wished they were a bit firmer, James said they looked perfect from where he was sitting and offered jokingly to give an opinion on whether they were firm enough. Caroline moved over to him and said “Go on then”, so there was my best friend groping my wife, and not just a quick feel either, I was jealous but enjoying it at the same time. James commented, “Thank you, I have to admit that I enjoyed that, I'd get out of the tub now but, er, daren't, if you know what I mean”. “Oh yes” Caroline replied and I realised that her hand somewhere under the water must have been on his now erect cock, Caroline has never been shy so it should not have come as a shock to me. But it was time to get out, dry and dressed as although it wasn't late we still had things to do before bedtime. James and I stayed in the kitchen with James dripping on to the tiled floor while Caroline disappeared upstairs to get another large towel for James, she reappeared with a towel for James, mine was already around my shoulders and Caroline had one wrapped around her, tucked in and I guessed she'd removed her bikini bottoms upstairs. Caroline turned away to make a cup of tea and I was quite surprised when James simply dropped his boxer shorts, towelled himself dry and dressed albeit commando. It hadn't gone unnoticed by Caroline and she said “No problem now is there” pointing at his now flaccid cock, “That's because I've not got my hands on your tits, but just thinking about it is making it stir”. Caroline walked over to James with his cup of tea in her right hand and with her left hand put it on his now trousered groin, she looked him straight in the eye and said “Hmm, quite a nice effect, what would happen if I did this” and with that she opened her towel revealing exactly what I'd anticipated, no bikini bottoms. James looked at me with that “What should I do now and what dare I do”, I just said “She's daring you, call her bluff”. James reached out slowly, placing a single finger between her breasts and moved it slowly downwards, past her navel to the top of her cleanly shaven mound, he paused, turned the finger over and moved on to her slit still maintaining eye contact. His finger moved left to right and back again, he'd quite clearly found her clitoris and Caroline opened her legs slightly giving James better access to her pussy and I saw him push a single finger in to her. “James” I said, “If you want to have her then we can all go upstairs, but if you want her to yourself then I'll stay down here”. James looked surprised, “Do you mean I can and you wouldn't mind”, and with that Caroline held his hand and they both went up the stairs while I stayed downstairs tidying up and listening to my mate fuck my wife. About 25 minutes later they both came downstairs, laughing, and James thanked me as he shook my hand, “She's one hell of a fuck, enough for any man, or two, you could have joined us if you had wished, she is your wife after all”. “Enough for two eh? I'd like to think she's enough for 3 or 4”. “Arrange it then” replied Caroline, and I did, but that's a story for another time.