I finally have time to post about my weekend. Nothing extraordinary but fun.
I have a good friend Jay. We were college roommates and joined the same fraternity. He played football and I played basketball for the school. Jay was my wingman on my first official date with my wife. He took one for the team to go out with her roommate that night. We were good friends through college. He was in my wedding and I was in his first wedding. My wife and I attended his second. We took trips together and spring break together. My wife and I consider him a close friend but he lives 500 miles away. We haven't seen him in four years.
Last year he went through his second divorce. We text occasionally and talk three or four times a year but our schedules never seem to connect. As my wife calls Jay my mirror half and life of the party but his nickname she uses is "the big flirt". He calls my wife from our first date to now, "the big prude". In college when I was out of town for games, Jay was always my wife's stand in date to parties. He even dropped a few dates before parties to be there for my wife. All that said she and Jay mainly stay in contact by Facebook. He and I by text and calls.
A month ago Jay text asking what I was doing last week. Turns out he was going to spend a week on business about an hour south of us. This started us texting and calling. Now Jay has always called my wife a prude. Probably because of her negative responses to his advances and suggestions. His actual term was the hot prude. Over the last couple of years I have confided in Jay some of the experiences my wife and I have had. Nothing about Kenneth and Bob. Mainly the flashing, nude sunbathing, braless, pantyless, etc... I also told him about the first ranger experience and the second. So you see where his mind is going. Jay got to see my wife's nipple once when on spring break and waves knocked her top askew. Since then it's been a life goal.
I have received arbitrary text requesting a wife picture from him saying alone in a hotel need something visual to complete my work. Never sent him anything other than a few bikini pictures over the years. Once sent him a picture of the wife very pregnant. Regardless, even with the distance Jay is a good friend.
Skip ahead, I meet Jay for lunch last Wednesday. It was like we were neighbors. We ended up spending three hours talking and laughing over an hour lunch. He missed a meeting we were having such a good time. We worked out to meet Friday evening in my town. Jay said his goal was to see my wife naked. I gave him pointers but told him I was an innocent bystander. He said during the conversation that he would love to have been the guy that got to apply the lotion. I reminded him that she does not know I told him. He kept asking for pointers.
I told my wife of our lunch and Friday night plans and she was excited to see Jay. I did not tell her of most of our conversation. She asked if he was still a big flirt. I told her absolutely and he still refers to her as the hot big prude. She loved that. Friday evening I get home. My wife is wearing a short denim skirt sandals and a black silk top that follows down the front hanging on her shoulders. I said are you trying to kill Jay. She smiled and said too sexy. I said you may give him a heart attack, he's single, divorced. She again smiled and said poor Jay.
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