[Countrylivin]

Rather innocent update.

My wife and I were preparing to go out this past Friday evening. Toothbrush in my mouth, my wife walks out of her closet wearing a sheer see-through bra and panties set. The material is very thin and white. Jokingly, I raise my phone her direction. She struck a pose with her hands behind her head lifting her hair. I quickly took two pictures. She asked if I thought that the bra and panty set were too much for the evening. I responded with absolutely not, all I'll think about is what's under your clothes. She walks back into the closet.

I go to the den and wait. While waiting I pull up the pictures. She may as well be naked. Her full frontal is on display. With the way she posed her thigh gap was exaggerated. Her landing strip was completely visible and the upper part of her slit and lips was visible. I started zooming in and out. Zooming close I could see plenty of details of her nipples, strip and slit. We are backing out and she asked if I deleted the picture. I said no but was hoping to keep it for the weekend. She took my phone and pulled up the pictures. She gasped a little and said I look naked. I said that's why I wanted to keep it. She deleted one then said take me to LB's steakhouse and you can keep it till Sunday morning or I deleted now. I quickly headed to her destination.

She spent the evening telling me about each person that looked or stared at the nipple pokies that the bra had no chance of concealing. Saturday morning I'm outside drinking coffee again zooming in and out on the pictures. I go into the edit mode and zoomed in making the picture larger and allowing more detailed viewing. Once I had it perfect and I mean it was perfect I added the picture as her contact photo and also made it the background. Now I'm outside just staring at my background. I also decided to change the pass code to my phone just in case. She eventually came out. I asked her to call cell. She did and saw my zoomed in version of her pop up. She took my phone saying, I'm definitely deleting that. She was a little mad that I changed my access code but after discussing understood.

She asked why I zoomed in so close. I said I wanted to see the details. She smiled and said you definitely can see everything. She added that she should have crossed her legs. I disagreed. Around mid morning she asked what my plans were. I said I turned down both invites to college football Saturday parties and planed on watching from home. She said she and a friend were going shopping. Later as I sat in my chair to start a full day and evening of football I received a text from my friend Xavier.

Xavier is a friend from college. He was also in our wedding. In college we lived in the athletic dorm and met as freshman. Xavier is six foot six, dark black and played tackle on the football team. In school he weighed in excess of three hundred pounds and muscular. He was a gentle giant until you made him angry. We were known as the odd couple. Im six foot four, white and at that time maybe one hundred eighty pounds soaking wet. He currently lives in Dallas and travels as a corporate trainer. We meet up twice a year when he is in the area. My wife and I met him out for dinner and drinks Wednesday night. He was to fly out Friday but was held over for another week so he text requesting I meet him for football at Buffalo Wild Wings down from his hotel. Also, Xavier is still six foot six but maybe two seventy and muscular. He is way into working out still.

I text back to let me see if the wife will give me a pass. I explained the situation and she said of course. She and her friend were now eating lunch and splitting a bottle of wine. I text Xavier that I would eat him there shortly. I walk in and he has a table in the middle of the bar area optimum viewing according to him. We have a blast drinking beer and eating wings watching football and catching up. He has been away from his wife two weeks and about to be three. He is hitting on every waitress. Not seriously but he said he need female interactions. The more beer Xavier drinks the louder he gets and more funny less serious. He gets on the subject of his wife and said he did his best last night to get her to strip for him on FaceTime but all he got was a quick tit flash. Turns out she is as adamant about sending or keeping pictures as my wife. I told him about the picture I took and the deal my wife made the night before.

Xavier is a lightweight drinker. The beers we had consumed had him tipsy, I felt nothing. He is quizzing me about the picture and all the details. I give him a full description. He said he was going to have to go to the restroom and jack off with the mental picture I had given him. I also told him I had made the picture my background and her contact picture. At half time my phone rang. It was my wife, luckily it was in my pocket. She was letting me know she was home. She asked how we were doing. I said great but that she's lucky my phone was in my pocket or Xavier might have seen more of her than intended. She laughed and said she was having more wine watching a movie. I said you might want to text in the future because I'm drinking and my phone my be on the table. She laughed again, I knew she was drinking then because she did not call me a name or threaten me.

Xavier was joking about being mad that my phone was not on the table for her call. I placed it on the table and said ok, I warned her to text not call so if she does it's accidental. He tried convincing me to just let him see the background. I said if it's accidental I don't care but I'm not intentionally showing you. He stated saying he was going to text her to call me. I said she will know you know then. We went back and forth with me staying adamant that only by accident. Xavier spent the rest of the game mainly staring at my phone and complaining. He excused himself to the restroom. I watched his drunk self weave walk to the restroom. Then my text notification sound went off. My wife text. Are you OK? I text back yes, why? She, Xavier text me to call you in five minutes. She, does Xavier know about my picture. Me, yes, he heard us talking earlier and now wants to see. She, did he see. Me, no that's why he's texting you from the restroom. She, should I call. Me, up to you but if you do, how many rings you want to give him. She, where's your phone. Me, center of the table. She, that picture is very revealing. Me, sure is. She, we'll see.

She never gave me a number. I put my phone back in the center of the table. Xavier made it back and we made jokes about how long it took him. He did not say anything about texting. He did nonchalantly rotate my phone and move it closer to his under the pretext of comparing it to his. Not sure how long but definitely over fifteen minutes later my phone rings and it's my wife. Xavier said after the first ring holy shit. I reach for it and he stops me as he's looking after the third ring he released my wirst and I answer. She is giggling. She said very sarcastically, three rings, I assume he saw. I said, yes, we are fine why, trying to act unknowing. She asked, if he reacted, I said absolutely and then some. She is giggling the whole time. I said, we are good and watching another game.

We ended the call. Xavier is smiling so big I thought his face was going to break. He said, I always thought she was really hot in her bikinis but now I can definitely say she is really hot you lucky SOB. He then went into detail describing her tits, nipples, landing strip, pussy slit, thighs, and everything else. Playing dumb, I said, I don't know why she called, she just asked if everything was OK. Xavier laughed really loudly, he said, I text her to call from the restroom. Football and wife discussions commenced. He described his wife in details. He even suggested we swap pictures soon. After some time I excused myself to the restroom. I text my wife. Me, he is over the top excited and describing every inch of you. She, oh my. She, then he liked the picture. Me, beyond words. She, did you show him. Me, no, I said it had to be accidental. She, sent embarrassed emoji. She, well I guess he will have to figure out another accident.

She then text. I just received another text from Xavier asking me to call him on your phone that his is running out battery. Me, hahaha. He probably will not answer just look. She, should I call. Me, he's already got a look. She, maybe. I returned. Xavier immediately said, come on now, phone on the table. I comply. He then said he text my wife to call him on my phone. I said why would she do that. He smiled and said, I told her my battery was low. I said you are just not right. He said quote, there's not a black man in the USA that wouldn't tell a lie to see her in that picture. We both laughed. I had quit drinking for driving but not Xavier. A few minutes later my phone rang. He picked it up and was closely inspecting her. I said you better answer after the fifth ring. He did and said that he wanted to tell her he was in town another week. He had her on speaker and was smiling pointing at the picture as he prolonged their talk.

I could tell she knew what he was doing and was going along. After many minutes they ended the call. Still smiling big, he said I could have talked to her for hours. I punched him hard in the arm and he laughed. We were there to late in the night. He had her call again later. We are not interested in the games and are talking. He is as drunk as I have ever seen him. He said, so what will it take to see the picture as your background. I said accidental no touching the phone. He kept saying it's not my background. I lift my phone and double tap the screen and flash the background. He loudly said, damn, that's a better shot. Skip all the discussion.

Xavier takes his phone and calls mine. He let's it ring a few times and hangs up. The background screen comes on. He lifts the phone looking at her picture closely then it goes dark. He again loudly complained that I have my screenlock set for seconds. Turns out it's about four seconds. Throughout the remainder of the evening he called my phone and reviewed her picture of four seconds at a time. I later looked at the missed calls he had 157 missed calls. If my math was correct he spent over ten minutes staring at my background picture of her not to mention the calls. We finally wrapped up.

Xavier had walked the four blocks from the hotel so I said I'm driving you back. In my truck, Xavier said he wished he had that picture for the week, quote, I could really do some work with it in my room. I said I would gladly let you but my wife wouldn't appreciate it in the slightest. I did activate my phone and allowed him an additional full five minutes of quiet viewing till we madeit to the hotel. Still looking at the picture he said what if I take a picture but no face. I come really close to agreeing but declined. I gave him another two minutes of quiet examination parked at the hotel. We got out. He about broke my back giving me a hug and we made plans to meet Thursday evening for food and drinks with my wife before he Flys out Friday.

It's a thirty minute drive home. About five minutes from home I get a text from Xavier. He thanked me for keeping him company and said he had jacked off twice since I left to his memory of my wife's tits and pussy. I text back, good seeing you again and can not wait for Thursday. Don't try to over use your mental picture you may hurt yourself. He text back same for Thursday but he's resting for ten minutes then he's pulling off two more.

I get home and my wife is waiting on me. She has sobered up some. She wanted details and I relayed all I wrote above. I also showed her the missed calls and Xavier's text about jacking off. When we made it to the bedroom she was soaking wet. We had a rather intense sex session and another that morning just before her getting access to my phone and deleting the picture. As a footnote, Xavier has called daily and text daily requesting the picture but does not believe me she deleted.
My wife and I and I are meeting Xavier tomorrow evening and I secretly hope he bring up the picture to my wife.