Showing Kate

A true story.

As a group of friends, we had been getting increasingly daring in our drunken conversations about our wives. Each Friday night, after football, we would go to the pub and as the ale flowed, so would the conversation. At first, it was just things like 'I hope I get it when I get home' then it moved onto 'fuck me, she was up for it this morning' and finally onto what our wives would and would not do in bed.

We had a golf weekend planned and the week before, John came up with an idea.

'Next week, everyone has to bring a photo of their wife with them to the weekend – have we all got a topless one?' I could tell some of the guys were reluctant but I could think of nothing more exciting so I said, I will bring one of Kate if you all will.' I knew some of them fancied my wife and so was gambling that this would prove to be the deal breaker. As I had guessed, 4 immediately agreed and, with a little persuasion, the other two gave in.

The week dragged but at last it was here. We arrived at the hotel late on the Friday night and had a few drinks before heading off to bed. I had a wank about what would happen on the next night and quickly dozed off.

Two rounds of golf and a gallon of beer later, we gathered in John's room, a bottle of Jack on the table to remove any last reluctance.

'OK' said John, 'Here are the rules – each one takes it in turn to pass the photo of his wife around. You can either just look at it, make a comment or ask a question which the hubby must answer truthfully. No holds barred but also no shitty comments – after all we are all mates!'

Everyone agreed.

'It was my idea so I will go first. Gentlemen,let me show you Ellen.'

I was the first to get the photo and could feel myself shaking as I had often fantasised about fucking her. There she was – a half-Indian, 40 year old mother of 3, completely naked lying on a bed smiling at me. My eyes quickly took in every detail – the small tits capped with dark nipples, the large black bush. I felt myself harden.

'Does she take it up the ass?' I asked and was told that she loved it. I laughed inside-my dream had always been to fuck her there. I passed the pic on.

John nominated Paul to go next – perhaps to get his wife out of the way as none of us was really relishing seeing her. He gave us a pic which had been taken on a beach holiday years before. Despite having a face like a bag of spanners, her body was actually quite good, particularly her 34b tits which were capped by incredibly long nips.

The night continued in this vein : Michael showed Kirsty, incredibly plump with huge hangers and a thick bush; Alan showed Anne, big tits with inverted nips; Steve showed Janet, a stuck up bitch who we were amazed to hear owned a Rabbit and loved to put on wank shows for him; Pete showed Mary, incredibly lovely 34e tits and a trimmed cunt; and Dave showed Alison, not the best looker but, at the age of 30, the youngest and therefore firmest of the lot.

At last it was my turn. My cock was straining at my jeans when I said 'Gentlemen, here is Kate' and passed the photo to John. I had chosen the pic deliberately – I had taken it with my mobile without her knowing when she was getting changed for a night out: she was standing in front of a mirror in only stockings, the reflection showing her 32f tits and shaved cunt. Because I was behind her, you could also clearly see her tight arse.

'Fuck me, look at that hot little bitch,' said John. 'Same question you asked me – does she like anal?'

'Yes – but only when pissed!' I laughed.

'Jesus, look at the size of those tits,' said Paul. 'I bet you get a good tit wank with them.'

Michael couldn't believe that she shaved and made an unflattering comparison to his own prudish wife whilst Steve wanted to know if I had ever seen her fucked.

'I once saw her groped,' I admitted and told them about a holiday in Greece years before.

Pete admitted he wanked about her often and that, at a dinner party at our house one night, he had stolen a pair of her panties. He wanted to know if she swallowed, which she does, and whether I ever fantasised about sharing her, which I did. I was shocked he had stolen from her but incredibly hard. Dave said that he loved her arse and too dreamt of fucking her then came my biggest surprise: my oldest friend, Alan, said,

' Lovely picture but she is even hotter in the flesh.'

'What the fuck do you mean?' I asked.

'When our families went on holiday together two years ago, I used to peep at her through the air vent when she went in the shower,' he admitted. 'Anne didn't know what had hit her because I wanted to fuck so often during that week. She didn't realise I was thinking of Kate as I stuck it up her!'

I should have been pissed at him but I laughed. 'That's funny because I was doing exactly the same with Anne-watching her in the shower that is!'

We were all hard as fuck but didn't quite know what to do next – was it just a case of sneaking back to our rooms for a wank?

'Ok, competition time, with a pint from each of us for the winner: who has the most fuckable wife? Photos on the table!' said John.

The pics were laid out in a row: all these women I saw every week displayed in all of their glory.

'Cocks out,' was the next instruction. We must have been pissed because none of us thought twice. 'Voting is simple, when you are ready, you must drop your load on the wife you must want to fuck.'

Paul was tugging hard and up like a shot.

'This is for you, Kate – I have looked down your top every time we have been out and now at last I know what those beauties look like' he said and shot all over my wife's pic. John was next, also unloading on Kate, followed by Michael, who chose Mary. I also shot on Mary, levelling the score, and Pete dumped his wad on Elaine. 3 left – oddly, I felt really nervous.

Alan, whose cock was huge compared to the rest of us, pointed at the table and said, ' It could only be one lady for me' and shot loads of cum over Kate, obliterating the picture. 'I wish I could do the same to her real face' he said as he sat down. Dave quickly followed, adding to the creamy goo on my wife and Steve made sure she could not be seen at all: '5 votes-fucking hell, if only I could tell her!'

The next day, we were all hungover and a bit sheepish. John returned the 'clean' pics and told me and Pete he had had to throw our photos away – we didn't know whether to believe him or not but didn't make a fuss.

The following Friday in the pub we were again subdued but on Saturday, when we were out with the wives, I knew I had not imagined things as I could see them all checking Kate out. In turn, I was finding it hard looking at each woman, knowing exactly what was hidden under each dress and how they fucked. Incredibly hard, I excused myself at one point and went to the loo to cool off.

I was standing have a piss, when I heard John's voice beside me.

'Kate looks lovely tonight.'

'Thanks – so does Ellen.'

'Yes, I have been thinking about her all week and wanking so hard. Fancy trying to move things onto stage 2?' he asked and grinned.