I hated working Sundays, especially after what had happened over the past five days, ever since I walked into the bar to be confronted by a distraught Adele.
Yet again, I envied Jade, as she innocently slept that extra couple of hours, but I also enjoyed the fact that her tits were poking just over the top of the duvet. I thought about treating myself to another snapshot, but it wasn't that type of picture that I had on my mind.
Last night, both Paul and I had returned the favour to our respective partners by separately posing for nude shots, and Jade, after an amazing blow job before bed last night, casually dropped in that she had not told me about her final picture, one that Adele had agreed to in exchange for having one herself, leaning just inches from my cock without, obviously, touching it.
My delicious minx had teased that she would email it to me at the office, but by noon I had not received a thing and had a client meeting to prepare for, so I texted her a question mark, and two minutes later an email dropped.
''Luke, please open attachment.''
As if I needed to be told twice! I clicked on it and up it opened, revealing not what I had anticipated. Instead, it was a smiling, fully clothed picture of Jade, with the words typed on it, ''would you like to see that final picture from last night?''
Jade never ceased to cock-tease, even after being together for years. I emailed her back, although it was more of a plea than a reply, as I explained I needed to concentrate, but hadn't been able to all day. Her response was almost cruel.
''You better go to lunch then, as I am not sending it until one! x''
I grabbed my phone and jacket and headed to a local coffee shop for something to eat and drink, taking as much time as possible, and managing to stay out of the office until five minutes before one o'clock, and sure enough, just as the clock struck, the email appeared. Good girl, kind of.
Now, first of all, I was not expecting anything over the line of what we had all agreed, or at least the girls had, but I knew after the last picture Adele made me take, it would not be a straight forward solo shot of my lover. I hovered over the attachment. Here I was, begging for it to be sent, and now I hesitated. Click, click...
I will describe the picture to you from the top to the bottom.
The top ten per cent was the crumpled up lower half of Jade's black dress, which was now residing somewhere between the bottom of her bra and her belly button. The next third was her waist and her burlesque-shaped hips, although to either side were her legs, pulled up and bent at the knees, with her hands holding her thighs in place. Moving down the picture, her black panties now stretched over her pussy and, with her legs raised, she was showing the majority of her ass, that was eating the material of her underwear as it sat just off the edge of the bed.. The rest of the picture was not of Jade, but of Paul, who had been ordered - as if he needed to be - into position, not hanging over Jade's covered cunt, but instead standing between her legs, with his cock exactly level with what would be her opening if it wasn't for one, tight piece of material. He was an inch away, and as if to emphasise the point, Jade had made him take the picture with one hand and hold his dick at the base with the other, exactly as you would do before guiding a cock into a pussy.
That's the best way I can describe it to you, although it took me around five minutes before I even blinked! Adele had asked for a fake blow job picture and Jade had decided to go one step further with a suggestive pre-fuck shot. Not only that, but she'd raised her skirt and legs above her waist for my best friend, and showed him as much as she could without removing her clothes.
I emailed her back.
''Wow. Thats quite a last picture. Seems to me you took it a little further than Adele.''
Her reply was instant.
''Of course! They are our playthings! It was quite funny. From the moment I told Paul to stand at the end of the bed to the moment I pulled my dress back down was about fifteen seconds, and the poor sod had the camera to his eye for ten of those. I think he left more frustrated than ever!''
I responded, but had to cut our little dirty email exchange short as I had work to do, a meeting to go to and a hard cock to get rid of!
That night we went straight to the bedroom, and Jade let me recreate the picture, only this time I proceeded to slip her panties down to reveal everything, and even got one snap of me two inches inside her, before she ordered me to toss the camera aside and take care of her. Yet again, our naughty escapades had translated into some of the best sex we had ever had.
Over the coming weeks we saw our favourite couple a few times, once during the day, once with other friends and once over dinner, but Paul had to leave early the next morning for another trip so it was less than drunken, and you may have noticed that most of our fun has been fuelled by red wine!
I suppose, all things being said, that should have been it, story over, accept for one thing, or should I say one word... guilt.
Things had worked out for the best, and everyone had gotten off on our various photo-shoots, but every time Paul and I talked about it, I had a nagging voice in the back of my head, reminding me that Jade and I had been responsible for the phone swap that led to all of this in the first place. I felt like I was constantly lying to him, even though he was buzzing about what had gone on, although he often moaned, as Jade said, about not being given enough time to soak in that final picture with my lover.
I thought about the consequences of telling him. He would be a little upset, maybe, but it would be balanced out by the sex life he was now relishing with Adele, and the night he briefly got to see Jade spread in her panties. Still, he would want something in return. Ah, yes, the picture of Jade and Adele. Pleased with myself that I had worked out the next few moves in this sexual game of chess, I made the decision to confess all, knowing that the result would not be the end of our friendship, but an awkward moment and a surrendered picture. Striking while the iron was hot, I texted him and asked him to meet me after work at the same bar that Adele asked me to meet her.
I arrived first, and thought it fitting to sit at the same corner table. Paul arrived within minutes, and greeted me with a smile and small talk, assuming that this was just a usual after-work beer.
''Paul, I need to talk to you, but you must promise to think about what I say for thirty seconds before saying a word, okay?''
''Sure dude, what is it? You don't think I am fucking Jade do you?'' he joked, before laughing at his own crude humour.
I took a deep breath and told him all about Jade's inventive swapping of the phones, based on my order to reveal as much of Adele to me as possible, and how I had then twisted the story to suit when Adele confronted me with the pictures of Jade on his phone. I explained how the naked photo shoot with Adele was all her idea, and how I had calmed Adele down and pleaded his case. I then mentioned the guilt of it all and how I didn't want us to have any secrets. I apologised about ten times.
I stopped, and there was a stony silence, before he stood up and headed for the bathroom. I waited, slightly worried by this gap in his response, but five minutes later he was striding back to his seat opposite me, ready to deliver his reaction.
''Look, everything that's happened because of this is good. No, it's great. Adele is a different person and we have grown so close as four friends, so that's not the problem. What hurts me, is all the conversations we have had since, just the two of us, and all the grovelling I did, when you knew all along you were as bad as me, if not worse.''
I told him that I was telling him now because of that very reason, and that I didn't want this to be a hidden secret between us. I couldn't justify that, in any way.
''Look, I stole those pictures of Jade and didn't tell you, so I suppose we are even on that front, and just like you couldn't blame me, I can't blame you, and from what you are telling me it was Jade who swapped the phones, albeit under your general orders. But you owe me Luke. You benefitted more than I did since, especially the night you had with both Jade and Adele naked in front of you.''
I had judged this one to perfection, and immediately I took my phone out and sent a pre-prepared email to Paul, and simply told him to check his inbox. His phone bleeped as he pulled it out, clicking quickly and raising an eyebrow as the shot of our partners naked together on my bed obviously popped into view. He didn't smile, but stared at the shot for a good thirty seconds. I told him it would look better blown up on his laptop.
