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I didn’t get to see my best mate from school Rob much anymore with us both being married, having young children and working non-social hours. I had moved away to the nearest city with my partner about eight years previously while he had stayed in our hometown with his wife who had also been in our class at school. Over the years, my visits home became less and less frequent and other friends from school and our hometown had also started to gradually move away, while those that had already left for farther-flung places rarely came home except at Christmas. What this meant was for the last year or two, any time I came back to visit him, it was usually just the two of us and we usually went to the pub, watched football and drank for most of the day. We had both always been open about our sexual history and both pretty much knew what the other had done and spoke about it in the usual way guys do (usually getting much more explicit and filthy the more booze we had). We were also both very big on porn and would share magazines and videos growing up and now in our thirties, it was pics and vids over Whatsapp and had similar tastes (teens, public, groups). About a year ago, we had been out earlier than normal and were feeling pretty wasted by mid-afternoon when the conversation got around to discussing his wife Lianne. As I said, we had all been classmates in school and had hung around together in different groups. I and Lianne had snogged (kissed with tongues) a couple of times in our early teens and had gone slightly further when we were about seventeen, which Rob would remind me of, saying I, “owed him one.” Every so often he would jokingly ask for the details again and I would play along, saying she was all over me and we were up all night banging. I had never told him exactly what had happened which was not much: basically kissing, I sucked her tits and she rubbed my cock outside my jeans and I’m not sure if Lianne had either but for some reason on this day he insisted I tell him. I was slightly surprised that he was so keen to know after fifteen or so years but told him anyway to which he smiled and replied, “Nice.” We laughed about it and kept drinking with the talk getting more wife-specific with him telling me he loved it when Lianne talked about her previous partners and what they had done together. Or he would get her to talk about fantasies of getting gang banged by multiple guys. At this point, it is probably worth mentioning that they had not got together straight after school as he had moved two hundred miles away to go to college and she had stayed in our hometown and got a council flat, as had I. He had always kept in touch with her and would also check with me as to how she was getting on although I didn’t expect them to end up married at that point and neither did she. It was in this year or two before I had moved away, that I learned just how many stories Lianne would later have to tell him, we were good friends so would still go out for drinks now and then and once she had a few in her she would talk and talk a lot. A lot of her more stuck up friends had moved away too, so she basically she didn’t have to worry about what they thought. Now with her own place, she started fucking quite a lot of guys which I would either hear about from her or someone else, (she proudly told me on her nineteenth birthday that she’d had more guys than years she’d been alive before laughing about it). This obviously never got mentioned to Rob when we spoke, and he never pressed me for any details which was just as well, as despite possibly almanbahis şikayet only carrying a torch at that time, he’d still not have wanted to know what she’d been up to. For example, two guys she’d fucked after a lock-in at one of the local pubs (both pretty good apparently) or the older brother of one of our other friends she’d also fucked in the trees next to the park just because she heard he had a big cock (very big and thick she said.) Or the married neighbour she’d sucked off after a BBQ at her parents’ house for her brother’s birthday. I have to say I didn’t mind her telling me too much as she did know how to tell a hot story and as long as I didn’t know the guy, it didn’t feel too weird. I would also tell her about my exploits, but they were much less frequent, and she would tease me saying maybe I needed to learn how to suck on a nipple as I’d nearly chewed hers off (thanks for the pep talk). So anyway, back in the pub, Rob was telling me some of the stuff Lianne tells him in bed that gets him going which from what I knew sounded drawn from experience. I had to confess to him that it’s something I quite like too but my wife is nowhere near as experienced as Lianne with me only being her third partner. Although she can do a pretty good fake slut story which is good enough for me. I like it even more in her accent and she is very pretty (Eastern European girls generally are) with dark hair and blue eyes and quite big tits. He told me that he quite often thought about my wife and Lianne getting it on and I can’t say it hadn’t crossed my mind. He had a bit more to drink than me too as usual and things went up a notch when he drunkenly asked me if I remember what Lianne’s tits looked like. I said,” it’s been that long I can’t,” and (half-jokingly) that he’d need to remind me. In a heartbeat, he whipped out his phone and tried to unlock it by stabbing at it with his finger before ushering me into a corner seat at the pub and sitting us down. He opened a very familiar looking vault app on his phone (same one I used to use) and tapped the first pic before turning the phone to show me a close up of a very decent looking set of boobs being squeezed together. I nodded my approval as he started to flick through them one by one, all were of Lianne either half naked or fully naked but keeping her sweet spot covered or just out of shot and looking very sexy with her bobbed brown hair and brown eyes. I started to get quite turned on and get a healthy semi under the table which I blurted out as he continued to swipe through them. “Better stop mate or I’m going to have to go for a tug,” I told him. He just laughed and slurred, “on you go mate, but you can’t take the phone with you.” Then he gave me a big wink. “Why not?” I said. “I need to take care of this bad boy,” pointing at my crotch. “These aren’t the only photos on here,” he replied with a pissed-up smile. Intrigued, I told him I needed to see more then If I couldn’t take it with me. Now despite being pretty pissed, he hadn’t forgotten our old porn habits were based on trading and not one-sided deals and he quickly shot back, “You better have something for me then.” I knew the drill and feigned protestations, but he wasn’t hearing it, so I opened my own vault app and hesitated slightly, drunkenly thinking that we were crossing a line, but it was only photos and I really wanted to see more of his. I got a bit of a thrill knowing someone was going to look at my wife’s big tits and no doubt, like them as much as me. Being pretty organised, I had mine separated into almanbahis canlı casino tit pics, sex/pussy pics, and videos, so started to show him Asha’s beautiful big tits in all their glory. He went very quiet and I could tell he was getting a boner too particularly when he seen her dressed up like a slutty chambermaid with her tits hanging out in some photos I’d taken after a fancy-dress party. He kept saying, “holy shit!” or, “holy fuck!” (by this point too drunk to say much else) as I swiped through and mumbled he hadn’t realised how big her tits were as she never dressed in overly revealing clothing. He was especially taken with some pics I’d taken of her in the shower where she was covered in soap and lifting her tits up to bite her nipples. I got to the end of the tit pics folder and then popped my phone down and said, “Your turn,” with a smile. He was struggling to keep his eyes and stood up very unsteadily and with a noticeable bulge, he smiled before saying he was going for a piss then staggered to the toilets on the other side of the building. As he left, I noticed his phone was on the table and unlocked. I checked if he had gone before quickly picking it up and finding the vault app open in the background. Now it looked as though he was as organised as me but had many more folders and they were named things like, “Camping Trip.” And, “Spain.” and one which immediately caught my attention “Amsterdam.” I paused, thinking he could come back any minute but couldn’t help myself, so I pressed on Amsterdam and began to quickly flick through the images. They started out just simple topless pics from the hotel, some of her standing topless at the window and on the balcony (public nudity is a big fave of mine). They then got slightly dirtier with her spreading her legs and showing her pussy off (in really good shape despite having three kids). I started to see some pics which my mate was beginning to make an appearance. I stopped thinking, ‘did I really want to see them at their most intimate?’ It’d be very difficult to unsee even if pretty drunk. At that point, Al the barman popped his head through the hatch onto the empty room and said, “He’s flaked out in one of the booths, do you want to wake him up?” I definitely did not, not yet anyway. “Give him half an hour.” I said, “I’ll wake him up then.” Luckily it was a Thursday and not yet six, so the place was dead. I went through to where the booths were and sat in one adjacent, so I could see him but not the other way around and could not be seen from the bar. I unfastened my trousers just enough to get my hand down them and have a stroke of my softening cock before I went back to his phone. Starting where I’d left off I got my first sight of my friend in the nude and although we’d hung out and slept at each other’s or been camping etcetera, I’d never had to see him in anything less than boxer shorts. It had never really crossed my mind what he might be packing. Being a similar height to me, I assumed we were about the same size down there too, but I have to say he looked a lot bigger with a good pair of balls. He wasn’t yet hard in the first few, where he was clearly doing the helicopter while Lianne took the pics. Soon enough though, he was back on camera duty as Lianne got to work on him with her mouth and no more than three pics later he was at full stretch. Although not a monster, it looked a good couple of inches bigger than mine at maybe seven-and-a-half or eight inches with quite a fat head and decent girth. I admit I did feel a bit inadequate for a minute. I’d almanbahis casino seen some of our other friends naked over the years playing strip poker or other drunken antics and knew most were bigger, but I’d always assumed Rob was closer to me in that respect, so it was a strange feeling. After another couple of swipes though, I got a nice surprise when a video popped up, again I briefly paused as this was another level of privacy I was seeing but my cock was straining out of my trousers and at its full six inches. I turned the volume down a bit and started to play it, it started with my friend face fucking his wife with one hand holding her hair. She was gagging and spitting and generally seeming to enjoy it which came as no surprise to me. He took it out completely slick with spit and with the head red and veins bulging from the confines of Lianne’s throat I have to say it was an impressive looking cock. He proceeded to slap her in the face with it a few times before she grabbed it and shoved it back in her mouth like a cock-starved porn star. With the low volume, I could just make out my friend signalling he was ready to cum and took it out and started to jack it as he moaned louder so she grabbed it and popped the head back into her mouth as he bucked and moaned and emptied his balls down her throat. This was too much for me and despite taking precautions not to be seen, I hadn’t thought about what I was going to do with my own cum. I quickly rolled onto my side and opened my trousers enough to get my cock fully out, with no choice other than to cum on the carpet under the table. I then did my best to rub it into the carpet with my shoes (not my proudest moment). By this point, my friend had been passed out for about half an hour and after cumming (and with the slight pang of guilt over invading his privacy) I tried to wake him up. He didn’t move (he’d had several whiskies and beers whereas I’d stuck to beer). I needed the toilet and fancied a smoke even though I’d quit, but I knew Al the barman would have some, so I took one off him and a lighter and went outside after taking a piss. Having not smoked in a while and with what I’d just seen still in my mind I got a bit light headed and sat down on the step outside. I took out his phone again which I’d put in my pocket, but it had locked, oh well, maybe for the best I thought. I’d definitely seen a lot more than I expected when I’d arrived at his that morning and it’s safe to say that we would probably not be able to casually laugh this off straight away. I then remembered that Amsterdam folder had over three hundred files in it and I’d maybe looked at forty or fifty. Plus I’d seen it all now anyway so maybe there was more. Despite still being half cut, I knew the only way to see more was by getting him to unlock it (or rather his fingerprint to). I went back in, ordered another pint and went over to where he was still out cold. I gave him a light shake, but there was nothing doing, so I pulled his sleeve up enough to get his arm out and taking his finger, I put it to the sensor and bingo, I was straight back in. The vault app had locked now too which was also fingerprinted (no point worrying now). I went back over to him again and I was in. I started where I’d finished off. The next few were of Lianne in various states of undress but clearly preparing to go out, with her finally posing in a short dress and heels, lifting her dress for one to reveal no underwear and a shaved pussy. Clearly, they weren’t going on a museum trip, I thought. Sure enough, the next photos were of them in various places around the city with Lianne flashing her tits or pussy or both. Next, they seemed to be in a bar of some kind, nothing too racy but soon it became clear there was a strip show ensuing with two girls doing softcore sex.