Been lurking here for some time living vicariously thru some of the stories I read. Nothing much to add till this weekend so I signed up and here I go.
This past weekend I had a fraternity reunion that my wife encouraged me to attend. I really did not want to go but was contacted by my best friend from college saying come down and we could bar hop and reconnect. I had not talked to him in many years. During our conversation I asked if his business partner would also drive down. After I got married we ended up in the same town and I met his friend Matt. For five years we were inseparable. They spent every opportunity they had at my house with my wife and I. My wife would say she had three husband's.
They eventually moved away and started their business and we lost touch. So off I went. I picked up my friend. As we were approaching our destination I called Matt who was not in our fraternity. We convinced he to come. So here we are in a hotel room with two queen beds and three men.
Off we go to the reunion and parties. We had a blast. Reliving all our old college experiences while consuming way too much. By one in the morning the three of us were done. Cab to hotel then bed. This is where we started talking about our five years together. We laughed and reminisced over story after story. Then quiet. It's completely dark in this room. Matt starts with saying you know we were jealous of you. I said no. He said we were. You were married to a beautiful sweet woman. I was in a bad first marriage to an evil flat chested person and he couldn't find anyone like me wife.
I had no idea they thought like that. Granted I know I out kicked my coverage by marrying my wife but had no idea. They continued to talk. Unit my fraternity brother said I watched him making out with his wife. Both Matt and I said no way. He was adamant about it. Matt was surprised at this revelation as much as me. He started with asking me if I remember the trips he would tag along with my wife and me to my parents house to fish, hunt, boating and any other excuse. I remember. He continued, remember how I slept on one sofa and you and your wife the other facing me. I remember. He said that's how I watched.
I was intrigued. Matt demanded details. Well he went into details. He started with how he and I spent the day fishing and ended the day drinking beer. We all settled in on the sofas. The only light was from the television. He even remembered the movie. He continued, after a long quiet period he could hear us whispering and cracked his eyes a little. He said he must have missed her removing her top but she was on her back with me beside, blanket at her waist hands on her tits whispering he's right there. I said don't worry he's asleep drunk. She dropped her hands and he had his fist look at her tits. He went into detail describing her tits. He was very accurate. After ten or so minutes watching me play he said we got up and went outside. He went to sleep while we were gone.
I do not recall this time but I'm one hundred percent sure he was truthful. Matt then said he may as well confess. He said he also got a good two or three minute viewing of my wife's tits.
Here's his, I do remember this. We decided to go on a cruise. Matt his wife, me my wife. Seven days out of New Orleans on carnival cruise. He remembered the boats name Celebration. Once on the water we decided to lay out in the sun. No chairs anywhere, people everywhere. We made our way to the front through a door. Chairs stacked up everywhere no one there. We set up four chairs and commenced to relax and drink. In walks some ladies from the dance show. Stripped down to bikinis then removed their tops and layer down on chairs to Matt and my excitement. Turns out this was the topless area.
Later the next day we got up early stopped by Matt's cabin to see if they wanted to go lay out drink and read. Matt said his wife scheduled a spa morning but would find us after lunch. So off we went. We set up two chairs and were alone. After some period of time we were alone I mentioned it being a topless area so she could go topless if she wanted. She mentioned the gawkers, mainly older men, that would walk through one door, stop and stare at anyone topless then slowly exit the opposite door. Some would make two or three trips. I only said that we don't know any of them and Matt will not be around till after noon. Nothing else said.
Not long, my wife said if I would move the chairs, angle them so she is mostly back to the one door she would remove her bikini top. I couldn't get up quick enough. I placed them as instructed. I left to let a waiter know we were up front so we could get drinks. When I returned, there was my somewhat tan wife sitting quietly alone topless sunning reading a book. You couldn't miss those white tits with hard pink nipples standing out. I handed her a drink and I proceeded to sit drink read and stare at her tits on occasion. The first few people that came in were the walking gawker. When she noticed she would place her book across her tits and pretend to dig in her bag. Over time she stopped doing this and allowed gawkers and others unobstructed viewing. She just ignored any movement and read her book.
This is where Matt's story started. He said after a few hours of boredom he decided to come find us and hang out. He walked over the boat looking but couldn't find us till he remembered the private area and knew I would be there to see the random tits. He said he walked in and saw several different groups and thought look at all these men sitting around waiting on the topless women to come sun. He then saw us and walked up behind us. He said he looked down and saw my wife topless reading a book. He spent several minutes standing behind us committing everything to a mental spank bank. After what he said was minutes of viewing he exited the way he came in and has said nothing to anyone.
He said that he also perved us again later that week. Same scenario except that he had entered through the door and there was two couples us on one side and another on the other side both women topless. I also remember this time. He said he stopped but we were both laying flat, my wife on her back with her hat over her eyes and me on my front facing her. He actually walked up to us, stood for a minute or two turned and left. Again nothing ever said. They both proceeded to describe my wife's tits. They had everything exact even down to size, nipples, everything.
The question was has a friend seen my wife naked. I would have to say I don't know, maybe. Has a friend seen my wife's tits. Yes.
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