George loved his sexy wife Penelope but he couldn't help feeling slightly jealous of his best friend Gerry and his beautiful wife Margaret.
It wasn't that George fancied Gerry's wife more, not at all, he was mad about Penelope and still tingled with the heart thumping excitement he'd always felt when he thought of his gorgeous young wife.
It was just that Penelope was rather shy and reserved and George was obsessed with the idea of trying out new and sexy adventures with his beautiful bride. Gerry openly talked about his wife and how she constantly teased him, whispering in his ear when they were out together, that she was walking around with no panties on under her short skirt.
George knew that Penelope couldn't be talked into that kind of teasing thrill but when Gerry told him that his wife always sent him sexy selfies when he was away on business, George got really excited.
He hated being stuck alone in a hotel room when he was working out of town, missing his wife terribly. A sexy selfie from Penelope would be just the ticket to relieve his achingly neglected fun pole.
Gerry was constantly bragging about his latest series of sizzling hot selfies from his gorgeous wife. He actually looked forward to being away as it gave her a great excuse to buy sexy outfits and dress up for him as she slowly stripped off between photos.
Gerry had even shown him some of the less 'risqué' snaps and George had been thrilled by the idea of his own wife dressing up like that and taking sexy selfies for him.
Penelope was somewhat less enthralled by the idea...
"Oh no George, I'm too fat and my bum is huge, I couldn't have photos of me being bandied around, it would be so embarrassing..."
"You're not fat Penelope, your gorgeous hour glass figure is smoking hot and you know I love your beautiful bottom, it's such a cheeky little peach."
"You are obsessed with my bum aren't you George," chuckled Penelope, "I don't know why, it's far too big. But I do like the way you make me feel when you tell me it's cute and sexy."
George gave Penelope one of his special smiles, a big cheeky grin that he reserved for his beautiful wife...
"You know how I feel about your sexy little bottomski Penelope, your bottom is the best...I'm not a sciency guy but even I know the second law of thermodynamics clearly states that a sexier bottom cannot exist anywhere else in the universe from now until the end of time..."
"Oh you silly, silly man," said Penelope shaking her head and trying not to laugh but chuckling despite herself as she playfully slapped her husband's arm. "The second law of thermodynamics does not apply to my big bum...what are you not like George?"
George loved the way his scrumptious wife smiled with her eyes as she pretended to be cross with him. He assured Penelope that the photos would be for his eyes only and with his birthday coming up, he sensed she was wavering. He'd be away on business on his thirtieth birthday and his wife's resolve withered as he pressed home his advantage.
"I miss you so much Penelope when I'm not here and the thought of being without you on my birthday is killing me..."
"Oh all right then..." gushed Penelope, blushing a pretty pink...
George rubbed his hands together in glee as he felt a surge of excitement in anticipation of seeing his cute little wife posing for him, showing off her creamy smooth curves.
"But George you know I can't take a photo without cutting someone's head off. I don't know how I'll manage to take 'sexy selfies' of my bum and I haven't a clue how to send photos to your laptop?"
"It'll be fine Penelope, just 'Google' it, there's a 'forum' for everything these days, where people can ask questions and there's always some clever dick who knows the right answer..."
As soon as George had left for the train station, Penelope stripped off and stood in front of their full length dressing room mirror. Her lovely soft warm curves shimmered and shone as her alabaster skin glowed delightfully. She twisted round so her beautiful bare bottom was pointing at her reflected smart phone and snapped off an image.
The resulting photo was worse then she'd imagined. The flash had completely obscured her torso. The light had bled into the rest of the image, so you couldn't be certain the photo was a woman or even a human being. She wasn't sure how to turn the flash off and when she finally figured it out, the shadowy figure that appeared was far from sexy.
'There isn't a photograph taken of me yet that does me justice,' she giggled to herself, trying to raise her flagging spirits. She'd been surprised at the gush of excitement that surged through her, when she'd agreed to take the selfies as a special birthday treat for George. She was flattered that her handsome husband didn't mind any more that he'd be away on business over his birthday, as long as he could enjoy seeing his wife's 'sexy curves and peachy bare bubble bottom.'
She enjoyed the delightful tingle that rippled through her when she'd agreed to the selfies, she'd blushed at the thrill of it. She felt a deeply satisfying pulse of power knowing that she could excite her husband from a distance. Now the awful thought tugged at her, as she anxiously chewed her lower lip, 'what if he doesn't like them?'
Penelope loved her husband and she felt like crying when she thought of his beautiful puppy dog eyes as he'd pleaded with her to send him some naughty selfies. His lustful obsession with her bottom was flattering and annoying in equal measures but there was no way she was going to let him down, not George, not her husband and definitely not on his birthday. She'd promised him a sexy teasing thrill and she was determined to make her husband's penis swell and squirm as a birthday treat...
'...OK then George, you naughty, naughty boy, I'll just have to 'Google' it and see what I can find out about taking sexy selfies for my bum mad Hubby...'
George was intending to play it cool hand Luke when his wife rang him on his birthday. He was surprised and delighted that she'd agreed to the sexy selfies, she was always so prim and proper. Her strict upper class background and expensive boarding school education had produced the classy young lady he adored but her ultra conservative outlook left little room for sexy fun and games.
"Did you take the selfies?" blurted out George, before he could stop himself from waving goodbye to Mr Cool. But it was OK, his wife giggled at his enthusiasm and teased him that the 'naughty birthday boy' would have to wait and see.
Back at the hotel, with business concluded for the day, George eagerly checked his laptop for messages from Penelope. His heart skipped a beat when he saw there was one, with an attachment...
"I had to get a little help from 'Mr Google,' he's a very naughty man you know...but I think you might like the results George...
Below the message was an image that George clicked on with mounting excitement. The photo showed his beautiful wife in stunning detail, crisp and clear and completely filling his laptop screen, an image of her dressed as a naughty school girl.
He recognised the costume as the Halloween outfit he'd bought his wife five years earlier, when they were only just married. She'd taken one look at it and said, "I don't think so George, everyone would see my panties." He didn't even know she'd kept it but 'wow yes please,' he thought happily 'she looks amazing.'
