My best friends and I made a trek to the beach for a long, three-day weekend. The four us of have been friends since college, so we are all nearly the same age, married and each with children, a couple of us even with grandchildren. It was a late summer jaunt just for the guys, a kind of macho, testosterone-filled few days where golf ruled the day and beer flowed day and night.
That was until Saturday.
It rained all day long, heavy at times, and so we missed out on the thirty-six holes of marathon golf we'd planned for our last full day. Instead we did the next best thing as college pals of old, at mid-morning we started working hard at finishing off the over three cases of beer we had left. We had no sooner finished lunch than Joe brought in another of the coolers from the deck and threw a bottle at each one of us. Before long all four of us were playing cards and getting well relaxed.
By about 5:00 when I went to get us each another round I saw we were down already into the last case. I was certainly drunk, not falling down drunk, but feeling really good. I hadn't felt that good from drinking since my time in the military, a remote tour overseas, and running the downtown bars. Of course that was after the earlier years in college when all four of us drank our good share. As I walked back into the living room with the four cold ones I was pretty sure my three buddies were beyond a bit tipsy themselves, but we played and drank on.
Anyway, somewhere during the early evening after the latest hand of stud poker Rich started discussing his love life with his wife, a usual when he got fired up, and alternately Joe and Tom did the same. It was always something we seemed to get around to whenever we got together and drank a few too many beers. Anyway, after Tom related a rather raunchy episode where he and his wife had hot sex in the local library a couple years ago and got caught by a young female volunteer, we all busted out laughing, until abruptly as one, my friends looked over at me.
"Oh shit, sorry Dave," Rich said, "we didn't mean to bring up, I mean, I know you still miss Ellen."
I had been laughing myself on the outside, but had to admit I really did miss my wife, in so many ways, to include our wonderful sex life. "Don't worry about it. I'm good, besides this is always great hearing you guys talk stupid about yourselves."
"Yeah, you always did just listen to us to get something to masturbate over, you old dog." Joe spouted off, while holding his beer bottle over his crotch and jerking his hand up and down the neck.
I chuckled along with them again.
Honestly though, I had been devastated early on by the loss of my wife that past year to cancer, but over time it had become easier to talk about Ellen. As for sex, my left hand certainly didn't take the place of my lovely wife, but I hadn't gotten up the gumption or confidence to date. And even more honestly, her passing had worn me out emotionally and physically. I couldn't bring myself to go out with a woman, but still fantasy had been and still was part of my life. Even at just past fifty I could get it up and keep it nice and hard with the best of those twenty or thirty-something studs. I lived out good memories and my personal erotic fantasies with my trusty hand.
I don't know how the conversation got so focused on Ellen after that, but as it did gradually my tongue loosened as the beers went down. I found myself telling them about the provocative photos I had of my late wife. There was a silence for a few seconds when I had realized what I'd divulged.
It was Joe that said it all with a simple, "Wow!"
"Listen guys, if you swear never to tell anyone, especially your wives, I'll show you a few of the pics I have of Ellen on my laptop. That is if you really want to see them."
"Uh sure, buddy. Love to see Ellen, uh, in 'provocative' poses." Joe grinned but looked apprehensive for me I suppose.
Rich tipped up his bottle and drained the remainder as he stood. "I'm up for it, uh, so to speak." He hunched his hips and crotch at us.
"Oh shut up dick head!" Tom said and picked up a pillow to throw at him.
Rich knocked it away and proceeded to grab his crotch and give it a squeeze. "At least I have a dick, you pussy."
"Yeah, yeah we know you big dork. Just keep it in your pants will ya," Joe said and took another swig of his beer. "Okay, Dave let's see the pics of Ellen."
"Let me get my laptop," I said standing a little too quickly I suppose as I swayed back into Joe feeling a little lightheaded. He promptly propped me back upright pushing his hands against the back of my shorts. The bottle of beer in his hand pushed its way between my ass cheeks. "Whoa big fella! Watch where you put that thing!"
"Yeah, you wish you'd get a butt fuck," Joe said purposely wiggling the mouth of the bottle harder between my cheeks.
"Be more action than I've had in months," I looked back at him and shook my butt into the bottle.
"Stop! You're sick, you know that," Joe said looking at his beer bottle. "Now I'm gonna have to get another beer. You just wasted this one."
We all had another good laugh before I walked back to my room to get my laptop.
I remember wondering then if I should have stopped what I was doing. It wasn't like the guys hadn't seen my wife naked before as all four of us couples had done a bit of skinny-dipping over the years, in fact, at that very beach we'd done it on a couple late nights, most of us drunk of course. We'd even had a few flashes from the ladies in the outdoor showers a time or two, purposely or not. But these pictures of Ellen were much more than that, at least some of them were. Of course, I didn't have to show them the real 'provocative' stuff.
As soon as I got back with my laptop I saw Joe had not only gotten himself another beer but he'd brought us all another round. I grabbed mine and swilled down a good slug as my computer booted up. The other guys got up and came over, Joe and Rich sitting on either side of me on the couch, while Tom walked around behind and leaned over resting his chin on his palms.
So there we all were, four decently drunk males, getting ready to ogle my late wife. I knew the guys had thought she was an attractive woman. We had always admitted we had been lucky in finding pretty ladies to share our lives with and they had made approving and appreciative comments Ellen over the years. My wife was a medium built girl, about five foot six inches tall, with very long, strong legs. But her two most fabulous features were her smile, which would light up any room she entered and then her obviously healthy breasts. She never flaunted them really, seldom wearing anything that would be overly low cut, but they remained naturally firm and rode high on her chest so they always were there to view.
I took a swig from the new bottle and opened the first file with about twenty-five pictures. All of them had been taken during one of our joint summer trips to the beach. Most were quite tame although they did show a lot of leg, cleavage and a few nice rear shots.
"Hey, there's that hot red suit of hers." Tom reached his arm between Tom and me stabbing a thick finger at the screen.
It was a fantastic shot of Ellen in that sexy suit of hers and I had to admit it really accentuated her boobs to the max. I clicked to the next one and she now had turned and her beautiful backside stared all four of us in the face. It was still plenty tight and smooth back there, so much so it showed off her cute cheeks with that sexy deep crack down the middle encased in the bright red of her one piece.
I glanced over at Joe and then at Rich finding both guys had their eyes riveted on my wife.
"Okay, Dave these are great shots, but they aren't all that provocative." Tom commented from behind us.
"As long as it's just the four of us," I said in more a slurred whispering voice, "if you all swear not to say anything, even to your wives I'll show you some even hotter pics than these."
"You have my interest piqued." Joe said, tipping back his bottle.
"Come on Dave," Rich squirmed in his seat next to me, "We've all been friends since college, before the wives era, you can trust us."
"Yeah, but it's not like you've ever seen this kind of photo of Ellen."
"We're best friends, dude! You also can't tease us and leave us hanging." Joe interjected hunching up in his seat next to me on the other side, our thighs bumping together.
"Yeah, I know." I agreed and my reserve dissolved as the silence drew on again. "So, here goes."
I could feel my friends scoot in a little closer, behind and beside me as I pulled up my favorite series of pictures. It was of Ellen in a set of matching bra and panties, which were brand new when I took the pictures about five years ago. They were some of the smallest and sheerest she'd ever worn.
My, she looked beautiful and sexy. Ellen was an incredible woman and up until the end days I still found it hard to believe she had managed to maintain her fantastic figure. In those photos, I know she could pass for a woman in her thirties. But I wouldn't trade her for any younger woman!
As the photos flashed by, she spread her legs a little and you could easily make out the dark bushy triangle beneath those thin blue panties.
"Whoa! These are hot! When did you take these?" Joe leaned in to get a better view. He was already smiling broadly.
"Actually the picture taking started after we'd come home from a night out with you and your lovely wife. When I got up to the bedroom I found Ellen reclining on our bed like that." I nodded to the laptop screen. "She crooked her finger beckoning me to join her. I told her to hold that thought and ran back downstairs."
"You did what? With her looking like that?" Rich blurted out.
"I got back and she was still there on the bed, but now I had my camera in hand, lens cap off and already focusing. At first, she was going to jump off the bed and run for her closet, but I told her how sexy she looked. Almost immediately I saw that perturbed look on her face change to the hot seductive look you see here." I paused looking into those seductive green eyes on the screen. "As I took the first picture I saw her repeat that finger crook and pursing of her lips. I zoomed in and the rest as they say is history guys."
"One hell of a history!" Tom called out behind me.
"Yeah, I wish I had pics of my wife like this," Joe said leaning further up to the laptop.
"The hottest pics are still to come. Enjoy the full strip down," I added, then clicked the slide show button before sitting back in the cushions drinking my beer.
Before all our eyes Ellen lost her bra and her full breasts were on display.
"Damn, Dave! I've admired those boobs of Ellen's for so long and now the sight of them bared, totally nude, like up close here, is just indescribable."
"Well, she was obviously proud of them as she stood there modeling them for you," Tom added.
