[Roy H]

Before we actually got married, Linda and I were living in a very small, one bedroom, ground floor flat, which at that time was all we could afford. Late one evening we got an unexpected visit from an old friend of ours called Peter, who was to be the Best Man at our wedding. He had recently separated from his wife Katie and had been out for a drink with some of his mates, but as they had all gone home early he decided to drop in on us. He was a good friend and as he seemed to be rather depressed, we invited him in and opened a bottle of wine.
At the back of our flat was a small overgrown patch of garden that the landlord had no interest in and which we were at liberty to use. We had cleared a small patio area and set up a table and chairs and we liked to sit there on summer evenings having a drink. It wasn’t very secluded because an alleyway ran along the side between the houses and it was overlooked by both the upstairs flats and the house next door. Even so, Linda would often sunbathe out there during the day, usually topless but sometimes completely nude and there is no doubt that several of our male neighbours had enjoyed a very good look at her.
It was a lovely warm night, so the three of us took our drinks out onto the patio and sat just drinking, eating and chatting. At some point the conversation got round to photography which was Peter’s hobby. He told us how his wife Katie had destroyed all the sexy photos and negatives he had of her before they had separated. He knew that Linda had also done some nude modelling because she had done a few sessions with Katie, that’s how we all met, and he told her how much he would love to photograph her.
Peter was very complimentary and after several minutes of flattery she agreed to pose for him. I must admit I was quite surprised at how easily Linda had been persuaded and Peter could hardly believe his luck. He quickly went out to get his camera equipment from the car as he wanted to take some photos then and there on the patio, before she changed her mind. While he was gone Linda asked if I minded him taking photos of her and although I had no objection to her modelling I thought that with our wedding only a couple of months away it might not be appropriate so she agreed that she would only strip down to her panties and pose topless for him.
Peter was a very charming guy, only a couple of years older than us but he always seemed to be much more worldly and confident than me. Linda had often said that she thought he was very attractive and sexy and they would usually flirt quite outrageously when ever they were together.
She would often tease me by saying that she fancied him because she had heard that he was a ‘very big boy’ and good fun in bed. So I was rather nervous about what might happen, but it was such an erotic situation that I willingly gave my consent and Linda disappeared into the bedroom to put on some sexy underwear.