No, no more

You've enjoyed showing off your wife but you don't feel comfortable showing your best friend a nude full frontal picture. That seems like a step too far, and you know that Ariana wouldn't like the idea of you showing off her pictures, even to Matt. It also worries you what Matt might now be thinking about your wife. His photos of Kali have your heart racing and your blood pumping. Your imagination is running wild as you think of Kali undressing for you instead of Matt, and everything that follows. If you show a similar picture to Matt, he's going to be the imagining himself with your wife.

"Well, I'm out of photos, but it looks like we've got two very beautiful women on our hands" you tell him.

"Looks like I win then," he says with a smug smile on his face.

"It wasn't a competition," you reply, not liking being indirectly called a loser. "You showed me Kali's photos, so I was just returning the favor."

"Sure, sure. I know what you were doing, man. You were trying to one up me 'cause I was bragging about how hot Kali was."

"It wasn't like that I swear." Your face feels hot suddenly. "I have hotter pictures of Ariana, I just don't feel comfortable sharing them. It seems kind of like I'm betraying her, you know, letting another guy see a picture of her naked without her permission. That's supposed to be for my eyes only."

"Says who?" Matt scoffs. "You and I, we're real men, manly just like our ancestors who were hunters, who would fight and bet and go into the forest to see who could bag the best kill. That's what men do."

You laugh a little as he beats his chest dramatically as a kind of manly war cry.

"It's why we play sports and why we take sides and join teams." He points at the game you've both been watching. "For the rush and the thrill of the competition, to beat the other guy and at the end of the day be able to hold that trophy high and say this is mine, look at what I won and revel as everyone watches on with jealousy."

"I'm not sure Ariana and Kali would like being viewed as prizes."

"Why not? Deep down every woman wants to be valued and appreciated. Showing them off to other people is the ultimate compliment. It's different if you don't care about them, but if you take pride in a trophy, you put it somewhere everyone can see it, right? And you look after it, you shine and polish it, so that it always looks good. You win your woman, you take care of her, and prove yourself worthy of always being able to show her off. If you ain't man enough to do that, you ain't man enough to hold the trophy anyway."

You like what he's saying, even if it doesn't sound like very modern thinking. It does make you feel more masculine to think of having 'won' Ariana, because even if she's very shy and reserved, she's very pretty and you always notice guys checking her out. It doesn't bother you, because even if they can look, you're the only one that gets to touch, and she's always coming home with you.

Matt's words make sense to you. If you showed off your wife's breasts, a lot of men would be drooling over them, and they might even jack off but she's yours and she's coming home with you. You begin to think that maybe you could show Matt the most risque photo of your wife. Who cares if he imagines himself with her? At the end of the day, she's yours.

"I guess you really want to see those hotter photos I have of Ariana, huh?" you joke with your friend.

"Actually..." His smile widens into a smirk. "I've got a better idea. How about we extend this competition?"

"I'm listening."

"Tonight, after you leave, I'll take a live picture of Kali and send it to you. After that you have 24 hours to respond with a photo of Ariana. It has to be one you took in the last day, after I've sent mine. No using old photos."

"Interesting. And what am I supposed to tell my wife about why I'm sending you nude pictures of her?"

"Well, that's your problem, man. I plan on asking Kali to pose for me."

You think it over for a moment. It does sound like fun, and Matt's rousing speech about the nature of men being hunters has got you pumped up. The testosterone pumping in your blood makes you want to fight and beat him at his own game. The only problem is your wife. She's hot, no doubt, but she's so shy she'd never consent to letting you take naked photos of her, never mind sending them to someone else.

"And what do I have to do to win?" you ask.

"If you fail to send a photo,, or in your case if you get busted by Ariana, you lose, and it'll prove I'm the better man."

That 'better man' comment is like a knife in your gut. You can't very well back down now, can you?

(This route will include pictures, because I know there were some readers who wanted pictures to be integrated with the text. So if you like pictures, this route is for you. The other branches will stay mostly text heavy. And as always, thanks for reading.)