I don't mean to over post on this one occurrence but this morning added a new twist.
Since Saturday Xavier and I have talked daily after work. He calls as soon as he is in his car headed to the hotel. He does not believe me that I no longer have the picture. He will ask daily for a copy to facilitate his self indulgence as he puts it. Also every evening he will start a text conversation. It has turned to the picture and asking again. He then goes into his memory describing her tits, nipples, landing strip and his desire to see more of her, as he puts it, little pink pussy, than just the parts shown in the earlier picture. We have some fun back and forths that he will go into describing his wife to me and comparisons. His wife obviously enjoys a full bush and her tits are obviously heavier than my wife in his comparison. She must also have very large areolas and nipples. He continuously talks about how my wife's tits are perfect proportional to areolas to nipples to her tits and loves the pink color to her skin color.
Xavier seems to be masturbating continously in his room. His text are always over the top complimentary of my wife and said he has always found her hot from the first date we went on till seeing her in a bikini when we met her on the beach on spring break. You get the gist of our texting.
After posting yesterday I could not get it off my mind and after talking to Xavier as we both drove from work it was on my mind when I got home. After we ate we decided to get a night cap outside. We talked but I was still thinking how a college friend for so long that has known us since dating got to see her so intimately and can flat out describe her body to the minute details. I brought up Xavier and the picture. She asked if he mentioned it much. I said daily and then some. Every night so far by text. She asked if he was aware that she knows. I told he no. She asked to read the text. I advised that she may find our conversations a little graphic. She smiled and asked mine or his. I said both. She spent the next fifteen minutes reading and rereading our exchanges from Sunday till then.
She was a little embarrassed at the same time excited about both responses. She said he really thinks you have that picture. I said he does. She laughed. I said he really wanted a copy that night so he had material to pleasure himself with for the week. She smiled and said it appears he's having no problems with that now. We both laughed. She shocked me when she said, maybe you could have let him take a picture without my face. I laughed and said you would have killed me. She just said maybe. Maybe thirty minutes later Xavier text asking what I was doing. I look at my wife and said my nightly text. I responded sitting outside with my wife having a second nightcap. He said sounds nice send me a picture. I took a picture of my drink and my wife's and sent. He responded, not the drinks dumbass. Acting dumb, I said what then. I was reading to my wife as I received and sent.
At this time my wife is in her "pajamas", a spaghetti strap thin top and a pair of my boxers. He text, what's your wife wearing. I text pajamas. He text, can you sneak me a picture. I text back, she's wearing pajamas not naked. My wife laughed. He text, asshole. I asked what he was doing. He had walked to Buffalo wild wings to eat. My wife is across the table from me. She put her feet on the table. She reached into her top and adjusted her tits causing very prominent nipple pokies. She said how's this if I act like I'm on my phone. I look at her. Nipples hard as rocks. My boxers are large on her. I said, you may want to close you legs a little, I can almost see your pussy. She picked up her phone and drink and pretended to talk looking away. I took the picture. She got up and walked behind me and looked at the picture. Her nipple pokies were absolutely on display. She said you can not see much. I zoomed. She said, oh my. You could see through the gap and see the left side of her pussy. No slit or other details just the crease of her innerthigh meeting her pussy and a little more.
I text back, don't drink too much like last time. He text, no I got this. My wife asked if I sent it. I said no that I didn't know if she wanted that much showing. She smiled and said I've had more than that showing "accidently" wearing my bikini. I asked if she was sure. I advised that he will zoom on her. She took my phone zooming on the picture. She handed it back and said you really only see a little go ahead. I again advise of him having it. She said Xavier would never hurt he like that. He had text, wish you could be here. I text, me too but I have good company if she ever gets off the phone. She laughs at me. He text, if no pic, what type pajamas she wearing. I text, tight spaghetti strap top and my boxers. He text, damn, sounds hot. I text, stop touching yourself. He text a laughing emoji. He text, so you gonna sneak a brother a picture. I text, what's in it for me. He text, meal and drinks one tomorrow. I text, that was going to happen anyway. Let me see if I can get one.
Xavier text three times in a row, waiting. I text, I got one but I'm going to have to wait and get another. He text, why. I text, waiting on her nipples to get soft and adjust her legs. He text, ok why. I text, the picture I took has her nipple pokies and her legs are on the table across from me showing too much. He text, WHAT!!!, SEND THAT DAMN PICTURE. I text, I can not. She would kill me. He text, who else in this world would you trust more than me to protect your wife. When he said that my wife said, that's true. You call Xavier, he will be here same day. I text, ok but don't forget to delete before you get home. He text, you already know that. I sent.
After a good ten minutes with no response I text, hey you ok. He text, walking to hotel, give me ten minutes. My wife and I laughed at his hurried exit. She asked if I thought he was going to use the picture to masturbate. Absolutely. From the point he got to the room he asked if I could sneak a picture showing more. My wife laughed and opened her legs showing a lot more. As I raised my phone she closed them laughing. I text just me now, no chance. He said, I bet the rest is as pertty as what's showing. I said prettier. We text another thirty minutes.
I woke up to three text confirming his usage of the picture. I text back this morning, only three? He responded later saying if I saw more I would have unlimited.
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