[piecenick]

One of our wedding presents was a Polaroid camera. Of course it took a lot of convincing, but I talked my bride into letting me take some nudes of her. At first they were bare boobs only, but if she had a few glasses of wine, I got a few spread legs and labia photos. The condition was that they went into a locked box and she hid the key.

This friend of mine, Aaron, used to stop by to watch football games, my wife like him because he always paid her compliments and told me how lucky I was to get her. One night our college team was pulling a huge upset and we got pretty drunk, even my wife had a few real drinks. Aaron had a habit of starting out on the sofa and as the game went along he would end up sitting on the floor in front of the TV. My wife would tell him to get back on the sofa so she could see the TV, that night I said "he likes to sit on the floor so he can see up your short skirts".

Aaron laughed, my wife blushed and pulled her skirt down a little, but she was drunk so it kept hiking up, Aaron was making a game of looking back, saying he could see pink or something. I figured if my wife didn't like it she would go change. Then I said "Aaron behave, if she wants you to see anything she has a secret stash of hot Polaroids she would show you".

Of course Aaron started asking about the pics, I told how hot they were, my wife finally said "if you don't stop telling him our secret, I'm going to show them to him".

All I said was they were her pics, she could show them to whoever she pleased. Aaron was begging now, telling my wife how beautiful she was and he would never tell anyone. I was shocked to see her go get the box. She sat there making him promise not to tell anyone, not to touch them, he could only see the ones she choose. She showed him all but the ones with her spreading her labia, but he saw a lot of her completely nude.

The next day she woke me up asking me to please tell her she didn't show Aaron those pics. All I could do was tell her how hot she looked. But she had a hard time facing him the next time he came over. I saw that box when we moved years later, my wife had lost the key, so I smashed it open. Of course the Polaroids had faded to the point you could not make out what the were.