(Part 1 - alternate ending)
René and I were less than halfway home, when René said, "Do you think they were ready for everyone to leave?"
I looked at her, she looked back at me, then I turned the car around. Though their living room light was still on, we sat in the car for a minute. Fifteen minutes had passed since we left.
"We'll just play it cool," René said.
"I am curious about how they felt about what happened, and having it happen in their house."
"Me too," René nodded, then waited for my lead in getting out of the car. We slightly heard some moving around as I knocked. A minute later, Mark peeked out the window to see who was there, then another minute passed. We were starting to feel we had made a mistake in returning when Mark opened the door and stood back for us to come in. He was still in just his boxers. "We just wanted to make sure you guys were cool with tonight," I said noticing Rochelle in just her panties, leaning in a doorway to the kitchen.
"Were you?" Mark closed the door with a grin.
"With each step we took further, I couldn't believe what we were doing," René laughed, "and that everybody was so cool about it."
"By the way," I had to ask, "we didn't interrupt, did we?"
Carla came from behind Rochelle with a digital camera, still naked, "Actually, you can help us out."
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(Part 2)
"Help you out how?" I raised an eyebrow. I really didn't care if Carla answered the question or not, as long as she kept standing there. A smile slid across my face, looking at her 38D breasts stood firm. Her slim, hourglass figure was stirring another erection. Given the events to this point, there was no need to hide it.
Mark left the door, and walked over to the couch, "Have you guys ever taken pictures of each other?"
"Freaky pictures?" René asked.
"Not necessarily freaky, but at least nude," Rochelle took Mark's arms and sat on the couch.
I saw René blush before I answered, "We snap a few pictures."
"What did you do with them?" Carla sat on the ottoman she had been sitting on before, with a big smile.
I shrugged my shoulders, "We saved them."
"Y'all sit down," Rochelle urged. "Do you want some more to drink?"
"Rum and Coke, please," René sat on the loveseat.
I sat beside her, "I'm fine right now."
Rochelle went to the kitchen. A gorgeous ass capped off the toned legs Mark showed off to the group. Her cheeks were almost perfectly round, and they swayed with each step.
Mark clinked the ice cubes in his glass after taking a drink, "I found a website a while ago. It's for amateurs to post nude pictures of themselves. Rochelle and I looked at it for a while, then we got into posting. It's been a lot of fun."
"I had been posting on the site for a while," Carla smiled as she crossed her legs. "Rochelle and I had been working out together, and she was looking at me strange one time when we got out of the shower. She didn't want to say what was up, but I keep pressuring her. Finally she said that someone that looks like me was posting pictures on a site Mark found. I was scared to death," she laughed. "I never posted my face, and I never thought one of my friends would find out about the site."
Rochelle came back and handed René her drink, "I got scared too, because if it wasn't her I had some serious explaining to do."
"Truth be told," Mark joined in, "Rochelle and I had some nice moments in front of the computer with her pictures on the screen."
Rochelle nudged his side, "But I didn't want to come out and tell her that!"
"We dance and skirt our way to admitting that we both had posted on the site, and then have a good laugh about it."
"Since then we had been talking about either doing pictures together, or having Mark take pictures of her."
Carla said, "I was always using my camera phone, or the self-timer."
"After everything that went down tonight," Mark said, "we said why not go for it now?"
Rochelle smiled, "Part of me was hoping you would come back, René, since you started the whole thing."
"Don't put it on me!" René swallowed a sip.
"You flashed the men in the kitchen!"
"Yeah, but I'm still not taking responsibility for what happened," René laughed. "Lately I've flashed Deron while in public, but I never thought I'd do it around people I know."
"It was so organic, y'know?" Carla smiled, "It was like everyone was looking for something like this to happen, and hopped on once it started rolling."
"It was wild," I shook my head. "Definitely fun."
"Then every body left so quick. Think we've damaged the group?" Mark asked.
"I don't think so – they came back for more?" Rochelle smiled, as Mark puts his arm around her and enveloped her left breast in his hand.
"When folks started leaving, I thought you had a sad look on your face for a second," said Mark.
"I did, but I didn't expect anyone to come back," Rochelle said with a bit of a drawl as Mark's fingers were having an affect on her. "You must have been kind of sad about the evening coming to an end too."
René and I were both hesitant to spill our business, but we did come back for a reason. René spoke up just before I did, "We've been exploring little by little. Deron had asked me to dress sexier and sexier the last few times we've gone out, and I've enjoyed the attention I've gotten. Rochelle, you know I've never been one for tight or revealing clothes."
"No, you haven't."
"But it's been fun, and I feel safe doing it with Deron around."
I laughed, "And she loves how it turns me on."
"We've had some fantastic nights after we've gotten back home."
Rochelle grinned, "You enjoy putting your wife out there as a hoochie that much?"
"You made him blush!" Carla laughed.
"Not as a hoochie! just a little more risqué than usual," I explained.
"Relax, my husband gets off on a lot worse," she kissed his lips
"Yeah, let's flip this around to what we walked in on."
