My friend since high school and I and two other girls have been very close for years — we would go on vacations together, play cards, double-date, and so forth.

Then Liz got married, while the other three of us stayed single (we range in age from 19 to 22). But the four of us have still remained close friends, and Liz’s husband, Bob, has sort of become part of the group. He is extremely good-looking, well-built, and a very nice guy. When Liz was not there, the three of us often joked about how well-hung he must be (especially after being at the beach with them, or seeing him in short cutoffs) and speculated about their sex life.

But one day Liz and I and one of the other girls were in Liz’s house, looking over some magazines with male nudes and comparing the qualities of the various men pictured. Liz was pretty quiet until she burst out that her husband was better than any of those pictured — even one of the pictures we were drooling over. Then she walked out of the room and returned with a box of photos. Were we surprised to see that they were all of Bob in some fantastic nude poses — quite a few with a hard-on. Liz was in a few of the pictures herself (the camera had a self-timer, she told us), but she was dressed or partially dressed. We had known that she was an avid photographer from the various trips we’d been on together, but this really caught us by surprise. Also, we got really turned on by looking at these photos (much more than by the magazines, since he really was better looking and better built). Since Liz was being so open with us, we admitted how we often talked and fantasized about Bob.

The next time we had our monthly bridge game at her house (our fourth friend was there this time), Liz had quite a surprise for us. Bob, who usually talked with us for a while and then disappeared, stayed around the whole time, and was extremely friendly and talkative. After about an hour of playing, Liz asked if we’d like to watch a photo session with Bob. Of course, none of us protested, although we weren’t quite sure what she had in mind.

We were in the family room in the basement of their home, and she brought out her photo equipment and lights while Bob set up the backdrop and some other props. He left the room and returned in a robe. When Liz was ready, he got in position and threw off his robe. The three of us let out an audible gasp as we saw him completely nude. He’s really quite a man — beautifully proportioned, just the right amount of body hair and muscles for my taste, small, tight ass, nice legs, and best of all, a thick penis, which was about four inches in its soft stage.

Liz took several poses before she invited each of us to get in the photos. We all made believe we wanted the others to go first, but I finally started. I stood next to him, behind him, et cetera, but didn’t touch him with my hands. When the next one went, Liz posed her and Bob more precisely and told the girl to touch him on the hips and chest in some rather sexy poses. Finally, when the fourth girl went in, Liz told Bob she wanted a hard-on for this one and then asked Ann if she wanted to help. Without further instructions, Ann grabbed his penis, and he was hard in an instant. We all gasped as his penis grew and grew and grew. Although we had seen it before in the pictures, it was much more exciting in the flesh. Ann and Bob (and the rest of us) got really worked up. When I got a second chance to pose with him, I knew I wanted to take some of my clothes off and get groped in return, but I didn’t want to turn this into an orgy without Liz’s okay.

Finally, Liz said she wanted a picture of Bob coming. She told me to hold his penis very tight and pull way back on it from behind, so his penis was stretched real tight — and not to pump it at all. I held his penis for about two minutes like this, squeezing harder all the time. I could feel it throbbing and contracting in my hand. He made a few back-and-forth movements, and finally he squirted — at least three feet.

After that, Bob left the room, and Liz cleaned up and — believe it or not — asked us to play some more bridge.

Where all this will lead to is anyone’s guess, although let me say for myself, it’s gotten me real horny — to the point where I masturbate at home more often.