Wife watching
I have a very good friend, we have known each other for over 30 years now. A few years ago he was invited to our barbecue. It was a hot day and we enjoyed a few beers with it. There were also a few neighbors as guests.
We all wore shorts and t-shirts. We men were already sitting on the terrace and the women were in the kitchen to prepare salads.
Then the grill was heated up and the steaks were prepared. My wife wore a small, tight top and had her bikini top underneath.
The other women also wore similar clothes, the ladies wanted to sunbathe after dinner.
We men then fetched the deck chairs from the garage and put them on the lawn.
At some point my wife came back on the terrace and went into the kitchen to get drinks for the ladies. In the meantime she had taken off her top and now appeared with the bikini top.
Yes, it was tight and actually only covered the bare minimum.
But she also had beautiful tits. Fully rounded and firm.
Of course, all the men's eyes were now on her. She then came out with the drinks and went back.
After about an hour, she repeated the tour.
Towards evening, when the neighbors had left, my friend sat with me on the terrace for the last beer. My wife was in the house.
Now he started talking about my wife, what a great figure she had.
Most of all, he liked the breasts. It was actually the first time in all that he saw her in a bikini. Then he started to question me. Then came the question: "Would it be possible that he could see her topless?"
At first I couldn't find any words, then I asked him how it should be. He didn't care, but he wanted to be very close. I told him I would think of something and let him know.
So the day ended and I still didn't know how to do it.
2 days later I received a message from him and he asked: "What is your plan?" It went like this every two days.
Then an idea occurred to me. We had found a nice spot on a bend in the river, where we drove every now and then to swim and sunbathe. The river was about 15 meters wide at this point and there were small trees and bushes on the other bank. So I planned this event and discussed it with my wife. She was ready for it the next weekend. So I made a drawing for my friend where he should stand. He was delighted, of course, and could hardly wait.
The day came and we drove to our little place. The weather was good too, of course, and so everything came together. My friend was already there and had made himself invisible. We laid out our blanket and took off our pants and t-shirts. My wife was back in her bikini but still left the top on. After a while I asked if I should put some lotion on it. Yes, that would be good, she said and turned on her stomach. So I put cream on her back and told her to sit down. She sat up straight and I opened the top and took it off very slowly. I sat down behind her and took cream in my hands and reached forward to put cream on her shoulders, stomach and of course her tits.
Then she lay down on her back again this time.
A minute later I got a message with the first photo from my friend !!
15 minutes later I got another message: "Can you send your wife into the water?" So I asked her if she wanted to go into the water. And actually she went. So he now had a full view of what he wanted! She freshened up briefly and came back with standing nipples because the water was quite cool.
We stayed for a while and she went to the water 2 more times.
Secretly I hoped she would still take off her panties, but she wasn't doing that at that time. But my friend just wanted to see the tits too. In between, I kept getting messages sent.
I had no idea how many photos he had taken.
When we got home I got a call from him and he thanked us for this show.
We saw each other again after a few days and he showed me the photos.
All turned out well and showed my wife from the front and the best probably the ones in the water when she was only a few meters in front of him. I was also glad that she didn't notice anything.
Then another question came from him, whether I could manage that he could grab the bare tits from behind.
But this is another story!
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