It all started with a photograph of my wife and her friend flashing on Bourbon St. during Mardi Gras.
One of my buddies, Steve, found it online and showed it to me, "That's clearly Kellie, right?"
It was so hot to see a younger picture of my wife flashing her tits and her flat belly, including a navel piercing.
"Yeah, that's her. Wow- how'd you find this?"
"I just did a Google search for 'Mardi Gras flashing' and this one was near the top."
"Why were you searching for 'Mardi Gras flashing', Steve?" I asked, teasing him because I knew the answer.
He punched my arm as we were apt to do to each other. "Fuck off, dude. You know why."
"So you're saying you beat off to my wife?" I continued, not letting him getting away with it.
The was a pause. He was embarrassed to be revealed.
"What do you want me to say? Of course I did. You think any guy who meets Kellie doesn't beat off to her? Your wife is hot and you know it."
It was true. My wife is one of the prettiest women I had ever met. It's the reason I worked so hard in college to court her and win her heart. She had a pretty conservative upbringing, so joining a sorority in college really unlocked her naughty side. This picture was proof of it.
Steve was one of the friends I made in college that I was still really tight with. The four of us, Steve, Chris, Gary, and myself, Brad, were inseparable. Kellie liked to joke that when she agreed to marry me she knew she was really marrying me plus all three of them as well.
So I think I need to describe Kellie. She was the quintessential MidWest girl next door. Very cute face and she has a glowing smile. Blue eyes shimmer over apple cheeks and a cute nose. She's tall, 5'9", and slender. She wears her dirty blonde hair long, often pinning a bit up in the back so it's not all falling in her face. Her hair has some natural waviness to it, but I also know that she enhances it sometimes with a curling iron. Her legs are long, adding to her height, but her torso is actually quite long too. Her C-cup tits aren't small, but look well-proportioned on her body. Her ass is tight with just a little cushion. She tends to just keep her pubic hair trimmed off her lips and with plenty of bikini leg clearance so nothing pokes out. An absolute knock out that strangers and friends alike drool over.
Our sex life is great. She has a veracious libido and you will never hear me complain about not getting enough. There have been times where she has worn me out enough that I struggled to get an erection again whereas she was still ready for more. We've added toys but she really only likes to use them after she's exhausted whatever she gets out of me. She's been pretty keen to experiment, but we largely just vary positions and nothing too kinky.
So back to the flashing picture. I had Steve send it to me but he was right- it comes up pretty quick in a search. I was trying to figure out how to break it to Kellie. With her this could go either way- she could be turned on by it or she could be embarrassed.
"Hey honey!" She called as she came home. Steve had left over an hour ago, so it was just us.
"Hey babe," I replied, taking her in my arms and kissed her. With me at 28 and her at 27, we were still practically newlyweds and still made sure to embrace every time we parted and were back together.
I'm 6'0" so even as tall as she was I still needed to lean a bit to kiss her if she wasn't wearing heels. My friends and work out a lot. Part of our friendship in school, apart from our membership in a fraternity Theta Chi, was playing in an intramural rugby league. So we were all pretty built. Getting older and further removed from that kind of activity has dulled our physiques, but not too much.
So I knew I was likely setting myself up for trouble if I didn't come right out and share the news.
"Babe, ummm, Steve showed me something today. You need to see it..."
"...Ok... what are you dancing around Brad?"
I held out my phone with her Mardi Gras flashing photo pulled up. Seeing it took her breath away.
"Oh shit. That's me!" she said covering her mouth.
"Yeah. I could see that," I said, "Did you know about it?"
"Well... obviously I was there and I knew that some folks were taking photos with their phones. I just... how did he find it?"
I grinned sheepishly, "Well, that's the thing... he didn't have to try too hard."
"What do you mean?" she asked. I could tell she was still stunned.
"It comes up pretty high in the results if you search 'Mardi Gras flashing'," I told her.
"What do you mean? If someone searches for that, they're likely to see me?!?!"
I nodded. She pulled out her iPad and did a search. Sure enough, her picture was within the top ten of the search.
"Oh my god!" She said dropping her iPad on the counter.
"I know. I'm sorry. Do I need to try and get it pulled down?"
She remained silent for a bit. I could tell her brain was working to think through the implications.
"Oh my... that's really hot. Oh. I mean, I hope you're not pissed. You don't seem pissed."
"No... I think... I think it's pretty hot too."