At and the Lads

I've been with Kat for three years. We're both 23. I've been with a couple of girls before we met but this is her first real relationship. This is the story of how our relationship became what it is today.

It all started about 6 months in. The relationship was brilliant - we were lovers and best friends both, we had clicked from the word go and we'd almost finish each other's sentences. She's smart and funny but above all else she's gorgeous. I know I'm biased but from the moment I set eyes on her I was practically in love. She's short, curvy, and her hazel eyes shine through. Her tits are big, her arse is big, and my heart throbs whenever I see her. She's a brunette and her little smile melts my heart. When we first met, I thought she was a bit of a flirt, but as soon as we got together I felt like it stopped with any other men. She's very friendly and gets along with everyone, but whenever I was around at that time everything with other men had been firmly friendly in tone and not flirty.

Although I was her first, Kat had never shown any hesitancy in our sex life. It had only been a couple of weeks when we first had sex, and for those first six months we were at it like rabbits. Any chance we got we'd be naked, appreciating each other's bodies. Neither of us were particularly interested in anal but other than that there was nothing off limits at any point in our relationship and with her encouragement I was under the impression that things between us were great.

When we got together we were only 20. I was at uni and living in a house share with my closest pals. I guess this is where the trouble began. We split time pretty evenly between her place and mine, and being around my friends was the catalyst for her behaviour and my acceptance of it.

There were four of us in that house. Chris was the bright-eyed, cheery member of the group. Pete was more reserved, I guess to people who didn't know him he came across as cold but once you knew him he was a sweetheart. Josh was the athletic one, he was on the uni's football team and just an all-round positive character.

I remember vividly the night it all began. On the surface, it was actually pretty innocent and I don't think at the time I even had a second thought about it. We were all sat around in the lounge watching the TV, just a regular night when none of us really had any plans. It was pretty routine for Kat to spend time at my place as she got on well with my roommates. Chris was looking pretty intensely at his phone, something I wouldn't ever have noticed until Kat pointed it out.

"You seeing something you like, Chris?" she asked him, causing all of our attention to shift to him. It was immediate to us all that she had picked up on something interesting as his cheeks filled with colour and he pulled his phone close to his chest to make sure nobody could see anything.

"I, er, I'm just texting with Sarah" he stumbled out. We all knew about Sarah. He spoke about her often and effusively, and it was striking to see him looking shy talking about it. They weren't officially together but they had been talking for weeks and it was obvious they were headed in that direction. I don't know if Kat had spotted something on his screen or if she had just been able to sense what he was doing but it was evident she had caught him out.

"Texting? Is that all?" She was smirking by this point. "It looks like you're really into whatever she's saying." I didn't know what she meant by this or why she had emphasised her last word, but it was again obvious from his reaction that she was right. He was almost spluttering.

"Well, it's getting a little heated." he admitted. "She's sending me nudes and asking for ones in return." Us guys were all giving him a little cheer at this point and Josh leaned across to give him a fist bump. It's a bunch of good lads and none of us would expect him to share those pictures, but it was nice to know he was getting on well with her and enjoying himself. What I should have paid more attention to is that while us guys were bigging him up, Kat was still sat with a little smirk on her face. If I hadn't noticed it then, I really should have when she spoke up.

"You guys really like the idea of a girl sending nudes, huh? The only thing I can say is if she's asking for something back you need to go and give it to her. Davey never bothers when I send him pics."

She was right, but she was also being unfair. In the six months we'd been a couple we'd spent so much time together that there had barely been the chance for us to get naughty by text. There had been one time when I'd been visiting my parents when she'd sent a brilliant pic of her big arse in my favourite black panties (which I'd since jerked off to more times than she could imagine) but I couldn't have sent anything back at the time given I was spending time with family. Truthfully, I hadn't even realised she would have liked something in return.

"Of course we do!" Josh chimed in. "There's nothing hotter than a girl who's willing to send pics of herself, except maybe for sending back your own knowing she's going to enjoy it."

Damn. Maybe I had been naive not to know Kat would have wanted me to send her a little something if other guys enjoyed doing it.

"So you're getting nudes sent too, huh?" Kat asked him, still smirking.

"You better believe it!" he said, puffing out his chest. Pete was notably shrinking into himself, obviously not wanting to be asked the same question. I didn't want to put him on the spot so I chimed in with an observation about whatever show we were watching to change the subject and protect him from the embarrassment of being the only one in the room who wasn't seeing any action.

It seemed at the time like an innocuous conversation about something that would probably never come up again. Little did I know it marked the beginning of everything that was to come in my relationship with Kat.

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It was a couple of weeks later when I first noticed something was amiss. I had gotten out of the shower and walked into our lounge to see all the seats taken. We only really had room for four people to sit, so the usual arrangement would be the boys sit and if any of them had a girl over (usually me with Kat, but in that time Chris had had Sarah over a few times too) the girl would sit in their lap. But on this particular day Kat had come over while I was having my shower, so she'd gone and sat with the lads. She looked comfy and cosy so I decided not to disturb her and sat myself down on the floor in the corner.

The mood in the room was off from the moment I sat down. I couldn't put my finger on it but there was just a weird feeling. It wasn't unusual for people to have their phones out but every single person other than me had their eyes glued to their screen and were tap tapping away sending messages. That alone would have been enough, but on top of that they were glancing. Separately, all three of the lads were casting glances at me that were suspicious and also glances at Kat that I couldn't really read.

I felt uncomfortable but I didn't think much of it. Without really knowing what was going on, I didn't want to make a spectacle of myself by asking what they were all doing and so I just settled in and half-heartedly watched whatever crap was on the TV. The quiet tension bubbled on almost to the point where I felt I had to try and break it when Chris stood up and left the room. I was thinking about whether it would be too rude to steal his seat when Kat, Josh and Pete's eyes all widened looking at their screens. Each frantically typed a message in and then put their phones away. If I had really thought about it I would have spoken up but in that moment I decided to take it as a win that their phones were away and made some mindless comment about the show I'd been watching and moved on. Usually we would have hung out for longer, but each of the guys made an excuse to go to their room or said they wanted an early night and shortly me and Kat were left alone in the room.

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It was only the next day when I found out what had been happening. Although it had been in the back of my mind that something hadn't been right, I wasn't going to say anything to Kat for fear of seeming like I didn't trust her. That went out of the window though when Pete approached me in the kitchen and told me there was something I needed to know.

"I don't know how to tell you about this bud, I think the least awkward way is just to show you and let you deal with it yourself." He looked sheepish but handed me his phone as he spoke. It was unlocked and scrolled to the very top of a group chat. I was a bit confused why I'd need to know about a chat Pete was in until I noticed who had started it and who was in it.

The first message was a selfie from Kat. She had mischief in her brown eyes and was giving her familiar smirk. She looked beautiful smiling like that, her pale skin was perfect. She was wearing a tight brown tank top and her breasts were absolutely resplendent. The date, I quickly realised, was the day after Chris had talked about sexting with Sarah. Obviously Pete was in the group chat, and I quickly confirmed the other two recipients of this picture of my sexy girlfriend were Chris and Josh.

"So you guys like it when girls send pictures, huh?" she had written underneath. I didn't know if I should be freaking out or not. On the one hand, my dearest love had reacted to a slightly dirty conversation by sending a picture of herself to my friends without telling me. But I was trying to talk myself down and noting that while yes, she looked hot as hell, it was ultimately a family friendly picture. However, as I scrolled down any notion I had that her behaviour was ok was quickly proved wrong.

Chris and Josh had both replied straight away with compliments on her appearance. Evidently she was pleased with that, because she sent another picture right after. This time, her finger was hooked into the neck of the tank top, pulling it down to show the top of her very ample cleavage. She looked incredible, still smirking while sharing this with my best friends, but I was fuming. Why would she do this??

The guys, or at least Chris and Josh, had no such concerns. They were telling her how sexy she was and even hinting (only hinting, but that was still too much) that they'd like to see more. I appreciated that at least Pete wasn't encouraging her, but then it's not like he had done anything to stop this situation. I was seriously dreading what I was going to see when I scrolled down.

I was right to be worried. After a little more encouragement from my two so-called friends, Kat had sent another picture. It was the most obvious, shameless bit of flirting that caused it: Chris said he thought the pics were great but he didn't like the top. If there was any doubt about her intentions, this was the end of it. This blatant hint was all it took to persuade her to send the next picture. In it, she really had taken off the top. Still with the same glint in her eyes and with even more of a smirk, she had taken a photo of herself showing off her huge tits in a sexy pink bra. She looked amazing and the guys let her know it. At this point Pete's resolve clearly broke and she now had all three of them showing appreciation for her.

I don't know if she felt she had gone too far or if she really only meant to tease them, but she told them at that point she was going to leave them to it. Her exact words made it clear what she expected of them. She had written "That's all from me lads, you'll have to take care of the rest yourselves." Again I was angry. She had sent my three roommates this incredibly inappropriate and incredibly sexy pic, and now she was inviting them to jerk off to it. Chris and Josh made it clear that was exactly what they were about to do, and although Pete didn't I'm sure all three of them had done just that.

My heart sank as I realised there was more to scroll down to. If this had been a one off it would have been a problem, but to realise the chat had continued in the two weeks since was infuriating. I quickly realised they had settled into a pattern of talking my beloved out of her top. She took off her green t-shirt to show them a white bra. She took off the sweater I had bought for her birthday to show them a lacy black bra. Almost every day, even days we had spent together, she was carrying on this horrible chat with my closest pals. What hurt the most was seeing the picture of her arse. The same picture I had been so happy she sent me, and had enjoyed multiple times since, she had decided to share with my friends. They had gotten into a little routine, she would send a pic, then send another pic, then they would let her know they had jerked off to her.

This was disgusting. My beautiful, and as far as I knew faithful, girlfriend had been sharing pictures with my friends encouraging them to play with themselves. I was about ready to fight Pete there and then, and he was the least guilty of all the people involved.

And then we got to yesterday.

Yesterday's starting picture showed her in our lounge. She had obviously taken the picture in the room with them, while I was taking a shower. I don't know how they felt in the room while this was happening, but obviously something had emboldened them all. Chris was not subtle.

"You look as hot as ever Kat, but we're all a little bored of this routine. Today is the day you should lose the bra." He had written. I didn't even know why they were messaging while sat in a room together but then I didn't know why any of this was happening.

"Can't you tell I'm not wearing one?" She had replied. In fairness, it wasn't obvious from the picture as she was in a fairly loose white shirt and her tits are incredibly perky. Still, thinking back I could remember it was pretty obvious in the room as she was moving around. Maybe Chris knew exactly what he was doing.

There was a couple of minutes of silence in the chat. Josh wrote "You don't think she's really doing it do you lads?" I think maybe they were worried I'd overhear them if they spoke out loud, although in our small house it would have been obvious the shower was still running.

Whatever the reason, the next message made it clear she really was doing it. Kat sent them a picture of her glorious big tits, totally uncovered, that was clearly taken in my room. She obviously hadn't wanted to show them in person, or risk being caught, but she had decided to show them all her breasts. The picture was incredibly sexy, I couldn't deny it, but I just couldn't understand why she was doing this. And that's when Chris sent the message that made this whole situation into something else.

"Wow Kat, your tits really are incredible. I think I'm going to take your advice."

"What advice is that?" She replied, presumably now back in the room with them all.

"The advice you gave me when Sarah was sending pictures the other week"

I tried to cast my mind back to the advice she had given him. I needn't have bothered thinking about it because I could just scroll down and see. And sure as day there it was - Chris had sent a picture of his own. He was in his bedroom, and he was naked showing off his rock hard cock. My first thought was the same as any man's would be, it was considerably bigger than mine. Then I started to realise the implications of what I was seeing. Not only had my girlfriend sent a picture of her delicious tits to my three close friends, not only had one of them sent back a picture of his dick, but I had walked into the room in the middle of all this and it hadn't caused any of them to stop.

The other two guys had immediately told Chris they didn't need to see that, but straight after Kat had sent a message that tipped me over the edge.

"Looks tasty."