This happened back in 2012 when I was 25 and my now wife was 23. Kristine and I had been dating about 3 years at the time and we'd planned a full week getaway with my best friend Kevin and his girlfriend Suzanne to Miami.
Everything was packed and ready when I got a call from work that one of my fellow businessmen had gotten in a car accident and my boss picked me, because I was the rookie, to take his place in Chicago. I was seriously angry and considered quitting considering I'd asked for this vacation slot 4 months in advance, with this being my first time off since starting at the company 2 years earlier. Not wanting to ruin Kristine's vacation which she'd asked off of work for as well, I told her it was ok to go. She really wanted to visit Miami but being the good girlfriend said she didn't want to go without me. I insisted it was ok and that I might be done in Chicago in time to catch back up with them. Eventually she agreed and I took the three of them to the airport.
I was pretty bummed sitting around doing work while I could have been at the beach but it was nice talking with Kristine about what they did that day. I'd joked prior to the trip with Kristine, who was very shy, that South Beach was topless friendly and that she should go topless. She laughed it off and said that maybe she would if I was extra nice to her. Their hotel was in South Beach, so it figures that they went to South Beach. She joked with me that Suzanne had gone topless, she was a very free girl, and I asked if she'd done the same, she said "I think you know me well enough to know that answer" which meant no. The next day went much the same, me in Chicago, them enjoying the sun. On the third day an interesting situation arose, Kristine said they spent the entire day at South Beach, but on my friend Kevin's check-in page on facebook it said he'd gone to a place called Haulover. Not being familiar with the area I chalked it up to another name for South Beach. I asked her the final day if she ever went topless and she gave me a stern "NO!"
The rest of the days passed and they arrived back home the same day I got back home. Kristine showed me pictures of the beautiful views making me super jealous. Later that week Kevin and I went to the bar and had a few drinks, I dropped him off at his apartment only to discover he'd left his phone on the seat. Even though I felt terrible doing it I couldn't help but take a look at his gallery to see if he had a couple pics of Suzanne. As I opened his phone and clicked through his gallery I began shaking like a leaf, bam, first pic was a shot of Suzanne's gigantic D cups taken just the night before at his house, next was one of her shaven vag followed by a couple of her with sucking on my friends sizable dick. After nearly blowing my load already I got to the pics from the trip. The first couple were of the beach and sunsets, then one of Suzanne sprawled out naked on the beach. I thought to myself, why is she naked on a topless beach? As I flipped through the pics of some nude women at the beach my heart sank, walking towards the ocean with Suzanne was my girlfriend, nude minus a hat and sunglasses. I couldn't believe it as I flipped through them one by one, shots of her from several angles and laying down.
I was beginning to feel sick, Kristine had lied to me. As I continued to flip through the pictures they were mostly non-nude pics of the trip, then a couple of Suzanne naked in the hotel room after a shower, towel wrapped around her head. Since I was going in reverse order I was going backwards in time. My heart dropped again when I saw a naked Kristine fixing her makeup in the background. The next was one of Suzanne with a huge load of jizz on her chest. I feared the worst, that my girlfriend had slept with my best friend. I could just imagine the next few pics would be of my girlfriend getting hammered by my best friend meat. I nervously flipped pics of Suzanne in various positions. Eventually I reached beach pics again and I was relieved, even though I had been lied to about the nudity, at least Kristine hadn't slept with Kevin to my knowledge. The next pics were from South Beach, in which she was indeed topless. I snagged a few for myself.
The next day I was a bit shaken but I wanted to see if Kristine would admit to being naked infront of Kevin. After she got out of the shower I commented on her lack of tan lines. I could tell she was a little nervous and said she'd unhooked her bra when she was laying face down. I then asked why her boobs were equally tan if she'd only laid face down.
She took a deep breath and told me, "I actually went topless, please don't be mad."
I acted surprised and said "Around Kevin?"
"Umm...Yeah, please don't be mad. Suzanne was topless and a couple other girls around were too so I didn't think it would be a big deal."
"I'm not mad, it was only boobs. Believe me, I'm happy you tried it out, just wish I could have seen it. Anyway, it's not like you went naked or anything." She laughed, but I knew the truth.
I've never confronted any of them with the truth.
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