by Lexi Archer
“So was anyone else participating in this little show?”
I looked over to Britney. She still looked absolutely gorgeous lying there completely naked. She was still the embodiment of a wet dream come to life. My cock stirred and started to grow hard just watching her. My cock strained to painful lengths as I admitted the next bit. As I finally brought Chris into this confession.
“Chris was there too,” I said.
Now I was definitely expecting an explosion. I was expecting the relationship ending event. Only once again my fiancée surprised me. Once again the explosion didn’t come.
“Really? Was he sharing pictures of his piece of the week?”
“Um, yeah,” I said.
“She’s pretty cute. Just started a couple of weeks ago. I wondered how long it’d be before he got to her,” Britney said.
I muttered something noncommittal. She’d just made an objective assessment of another woman’s attractiveness and that was one game where I knew the only winning move was not to play.
“So what did you think? Was she hot?”
Alarm bells. I looked over to Britney. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Had she really just asked me what I thought of Chris’s new piece of the week?
“Yeah, I just asked you that. So what did you think?”
I thought she was fucking hot, but not nearly as hot as Britney. Of course I didn’t say that. Right about now the immortal words of a certain well-known admiral who served in a certain battle a long time ago in a galaxy far far away were running through my head.
Britney punched me playfully on the shoulder, a huge grin on her face. “Come on, tell me! It’s not a trap!”
It never ceased to amaze me how Britney seemed to have an uncanny ability to read my mind. That was one of the thing I loved so much about her. That was one of the reasons why I’d asked her to marry me. She really was perfect in every way as far as I was concerned.
“You’re really not going to be mad?”
“Promise.”
Most guys probably would’ve expected a trap when they heard those words from their girl, but I believed her. There was something about the way she was looking at me, something about the genuine curiosity on her face, that told me she really was interested in an answer to that question. It told me that she wasn’t looking to trip me up or any bullshit like that.
I sighed. “Fine. But you can’t be mad at me for being honest!”
“Would you just tell me already?” Whitney asked.
“She was pretty hot, but not nearly as hot as you,” I said.
Britney sighed and rolled her eyes. “Of course you’d say something like that. Take the easy out!”
“No! It’s true! She didn’t hold a candle to you. You’re the hottest girl in the store. Every guy knows it, it’s not just me saying that because we’re engaged,” I said. “Heck, James and Chris keep begging me to show pictures of you every time they show off their girls!”
Britney’s laughter immediately cut off. I felt the mood in the room change almost immediately as well. Shit. I’d somehow managed to escape certain doom, somehow my girlfriend was cool with me looking at pictures of other guys’ girlfriends, and then I had to go and screw everything up again by opening my big mouth. Again. Damn it.
“They wanted to see pictures of me?” she asked in a quiet voice. A quiet voice that sounded more curious, more intrigued, than angry. Interesting.
“Yes,” I said.
“And you swear you didn’t show them anything?” she asked.
“No! Of course I didn’t!”
She looked me in the eyes, searching my face. “You’re absolutely sure? You’re not lying about this?”
“Why would I lie about that? Why would I show them something like that? That would be the end of our relationship!”
“So they really want those pictures, huh?” she said with a smile.
“Well yeah,” I said. “What heterosexual man in his right mind wouldn’t want sexy pictures of you? You’re the holy grail of the store.”
“The holy grail, huh?”
“You know, that old cup thing with the guy that gets old really fast…”
“I know what you’re talking about! I’m just wondering what the hell you mean when you say I’m the holy grail of the store,” she said.
I blinked. I looked her up and down. I drank in the sight of her perfect body. Tits that were just the right size, a slim stomach, a gorgeous face, striking blue eyes, blonde hair that fell down around her shoulders. She had supermodel good looks coupled with a girl next-door cuteness and a touch of naïveté that made her incredibly hot.
“You have no idea?”
“What?”
“Just about every guy in that store wants you!”
“Please!”
“I’m serious! Every time I hear guys talking about the hottest girls in the store you’re always at the top of the list, and that’s even when they don’t realize I’m listening so it’s not like they’re saying that to make me feel good or something. Not that guys would do that anyways,” I said.
She got that thoughtful look on her face again. She started tapping her lip again. I wondered what she was thinking. I would’ve paid good money to hear the thoughts cranking over in her head after I told her that.
Only I didn’t get a chance to ask. Her phone buzzed and she turned over with a grin. “Time to find out if James was telling the truth!”
Britney pulled the phone out and smiled as its light played across her face. Then she started thumbing. Her brow furrowed. Her smile turned to a frown. She stuck her tongue out the corner of her mouth which she did when she was concentrating. When she was thinking about something.
Then she stood and walked over towards her closet still thumbing away at her phone.
Damn it! She only went over to her closet with that phone when she was in need of some privacy. When she was in the middle of talking with one of her girlfriends about something ridiculously serious in her mind like one girl at the store discovered another girl was sleeping with her boyfriend. Come to think of it that boyfriend was usually Chris.
Britney disappeared into the closet and I knew for sure James was screwed. I knew for sure the answer had come back and it wasn’t anything good. I should’ve known he’d be lying about something like that.
I leaned back on the bed, squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to think about how I was going to apologize to him tomorrow. How I’d make it up to him. Hell, I was trying to think of how I’d apologize to Stacy since obviously he’d been lying about how much she was into the whole picture thing.
“Okay, you ready?”
I opened my eyes, turned, and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. In the time I’d been leaning back with my eyes closed thinking about how I was going to apologize Britney had picked up her red lace lingerie and put it back on. She stood at the foot of the bed looking absolutely stunning with a huge smile on her face.
“Ready for what?”
Her smile turned to a grin. She’d tossed something down onto the bed where it landed with a muted thud. A hunk of plastic. My phone. What the hell?
“We’re going to give my public what they want, of course,” she said.
5: Photo Shoot
I picked up my phone and swiped it open. It was open to the camera app, but there were no new pictures that I could see. I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.
“What are you talking about?”
“You said they really wanted to see sexy pictures of me, and you said you never shared. I figured it might be fun to give them what they want.”
“What the hell did Stacy tell you in that text message?”
Britney shrugged. “That she knew about the little game you guys were playing, but she never said anything to me because she also knew firsthand from hearing James complain that you didn’t participate.”
My cock was starting to stir. I couldn’t help myself. I’d been intrigued by the thought of taking pictures of Brit
ney and sharing her with the guys at work all day long and now this golden opportunity was dropping into my lap. And yet even though this was a golden opportunity dropping into my lap there was a part of me that still couldn’t help but wonder if it was a trap. Was she doing this to see if I’d go through with it? Was she wondering how far I’d go? Was this a test?
“This isn’t a test you idiot,” she said.
There she went with that mind reading again. Britney climbed onto the bed and crawled towards me on all fours like a slinky sexy cat stalking her prey. She looked amazing with her ass thrust up in the air in that thong, with her tits hanging down in that red lace bra, with her hair falling down past her shoulders and her cute face looking up at me with that sexy seductive look. I swallowed and held up my camera.
“You’re serious?” I asked. “You’re sure?”
Britney fixed the camera with the kind of look that would launch a thousand fantasies. I was surprised the camera didn’t melt in my hands as she stared at it. My thumb went up to the shutter button and I took the picture. There was a click and then the picture was on my phone. I’d done it. I nearly came in my pants as I anticipated showing that shot to the guys tomorrow.
“Think they’ll like that?” Britney asked.
I licked my lips. Was she serious? “I’m sure they’ll love it!”
She rolled over onto her back, her hands over her head, blonde hair spilling out around her as she lifted her head up so she was looking at the camera. As she thrust her chest up to give a good view of her tits. She reached up and put a hand over one bra cup, pulled it down so a tit was exposed, and then her hand was over her breast just barely covering her nipple.
“How about this?”
I snapped another picture. I was so fucking hard. I was so fucking turned on. I couldn’t believe Britney was going along with this! I couldn’t believe this was actually happening! From realizing I had a fantasy to having it realized all in the space of less than twelve hours. That had to be some sort of the record.
I looked at Britney. Really looked at her. She was breathing heavily. She looked just as turned on as I was. Was it possible she was getting turned on by this too?
Britney moved and sat up on her knees. Split her legs so I had a clear view of her pussy through her panties. She moved one hand down to cover that spot, it was see-through underwear after all and perhaps there were things she wasn’t comfortable with just yet no matter how turned on she was, and then she shrugged off of the straps of her bra up above and moved her arm to cover her tits as her bra fell down around her slim stomach.
Once again she fixed the camera with a seductive look that I was surprised didn’t blow away the circuitry in the damn camera.
“How about this? Do you think Chris will like this?”
I smiled and raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure Chris will love it, but what about James? Don’t you care what he thinks?”
A blush crossed her face and I couldn’t help but grin. I raised a finger and wagged it at her even as I snapped a picture of that incredibly sexy fucking pose. I still couldn’t believe she was letting me take a picture of her looking like that! Sexy pictures were one thing, but this was something else entirely. This felt like the kind of picture she’d only send to me, and I was actually considering showing this to my friends. I knew I was going to show this to my friends. I had to. This new obsession had taken hold, and nothing was going to stop me.
“Naughty girl,” I said.
I have to admit that I was very intrigued by that reaction. Especially considering the direction this new fantasy had been going in my imagination with those thoughts of her and Chris popping into my head. Britney always acted like she couldn’t stand him, but that question, the way that blush rose to her face, the way she only let Chris’s name slip, was making me wonder if the way she felt about him was maybe a little more complicated than just plain old-fashioned disdain.
Still, that wasn’t an itch I was going to scratch right now. Not with her standing in front of me on the bed looking so sexy. Practically topless. Showing off that sexy lingerie again. And my cock was so hard from this naughty photo shoot and thinking about sharing those pictures. Sure it was only three pictures so far, but it was three pictures that I had a feeling were going to change my life forever. Or at the very least change our relationship in a major way.
Britney bit her lip. “So maybe I want to see how that prick reacts to what he can’t have, is that such a big deal?”
That was such an exact echo of my own thoughts, of the reason why the thought of him with my fiancée turned me on so much, that it seemed perfectly reasonable. And yet I couldn’t help but think there was something more there. That roaring beast inside me that had made this fantasy known was praying there was something more to it.
It was weird. Something that would have been my worst fear a few days ago was now an all-consuming fantasy.
“Well I have a feeling this is going to get one hell of a reaction tomorrow,” I said.
Britney got down on all fours and started towards me again. She bit her lip as she looked up at me, and I was painfully aware that she was just inches away from my cock.
“Really? You think they’ll like them?”
I swallowed. She looked so incredible. She was turning me on so much being so close to me. “You’re going to be a huge hit!”
It was too much for me. Having her so close to me like that was driving me insane. Having her let me take those pictures like that was driving me insane. I had to have her.
Her eyes widened and she let out a delighted shriek as I tossed my phone to the side and pulled her down on the bed. Climbed on top of her.
It was time for round two.
6: Green Light
It was ridiculously difficult to concentrate on anything the next day. My phone was like a burning iron in my pocket. My hand kept going to it to make sure it was still there. And every time I reached out and touched my phone I felt my cock stirring as I thought about the pictures that were in there. Every time I looked at Chris and James, thought about showing them those forbidden pictures, my cock started to stir as I thought about their reaction.
I couldn’t believe I actually had something I was going to show off. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to show them pictures of my gorgeous fiancée wearing practically nothing. I couldn’t believe I was so turned on by the thought of showing them pictures of my gorgeous fiancée wearing practically nothing!
I almost expected to get a funny look from James throughout the day, but it never happened. Apparently he had no idea exactly how close he’d come to disaster last night because of me and my big mouth. Which was probably for the best. If Stacy hadn’t said anything yet then I sure as hell wasn’t going to say anything.
I breezed through the first half of the workday in a haze. It was as though I stepped through the front door for the start of my shift and then before I knew it lunch time was upon us and I was standing at the sales desk shaking. I’d reached the moment of truth. This was it. It was something I’d thought about, something I’d fantasized about here and there, something I’d been obsessed with over the past day, and now it was about to happen.
Right before we left for our lunch break I looked up and saw Britney walking through our department. She almost never came through here unless she had something to tell me, but this time she was just walking by.
Our store was a big chain, but not one of the national outfits. Not like the guys in the blue shirts. So the dress code allowed women a little more leeway with the definition of “business casual.” Apparently today Britney had taken that to mean a nice button up shirt and a pair of pants so tight that they left nothing to the imagination. I knew she had a tight fitting tank top on underneath that button up shirt. A tight fitting tank top that plunged lower than was strictly proper for a work shirt, but the button up shirt made it all okay since it covered everything up if she had the buttons done up high enough.
Only apparently before she c
ame on her little stroll through our department she’d decided to undo a couple of those buttons giving us a clear view of her tits. As she walked by Chris and James went absolutely silent. They stared and their eyes followed her, looking at her chest and trying not to look like they were looking at her chest as she came towards us, then staring at her ass and not even bothering to try and look like they weren’t looking at her ass because it’s not like she could see them checking her out from behind, right?
Guy logic at its finest.
Just before she disappeared down an aisle she turned back to look at the sales desk. James and Chris quickly looked back down to some paperwork they’d been dealing with before she came through. But she caught my eye, held my gaze. Gave me a huge shit eating grin that let me know she’d done that on purpose.
I was still shaking. I was still nervous. Only that was the green light I needed. That was the confidence booster I needed. She really wanted me to go through with this. And I was going to.
As soon as Britney turned around their eyes were on her again. I decided to play it oblivious. Like I hadn’t just seen them staring at my fiancée in her skimpy outfit. Goodness knows I’d decided to ignore them staring at her on plenty of occasions before.
“You guys ready for lunch?”
Chris was still staring at the spot where Britney had disappeared around the corner, but James shook himself out of his trance and grinned at me.
“Sure! I could eat.”
I waved a hand in front of Chris’s face and he blinked. Looked at me as though he was seeing me standing there for the first time. Then he jumped as he no doubt thought I’d caught him staring at my woman.
“What did I miss?” Chris asked.
“You mean while you were staring at Britney’s ass?”
He blushed. “Sorry man, but can you blame me?”