Well it's been eye opening fun since.
Xavier and I are back to talking daily. His schedule is more random than mine. He knows when I'm driving to work and driving home. For years after we moved, then him, we talked at least three times a week. As time went by and careers moved forward it became less and less. To the point we randomly went on vacations together to stay connected. I'll explain in the closing of Thursday night.
My wife ended up passed out on the sofa flat on her back with a pillow against Xavier's thigh. We were just chatting about arbitrary subjects. Xavier asked if I thought my wife was asleep. I said absolutely passed out. He shook her by the tit saying her name no response.
Xavier started the conversation saying, I miss you. I was attributing his emotional statement to alcohol consumption. He kept saying the trips I make here reminded me how important you are to my life. Again, alcohol? I agreed with him but he seemed to detect my lack of seriousness. He went into college, marriage, when we were both married living and working in our college town. He said, those were the best times of my life. We were taking the world on, marriage, careers everything together. He reminded me how much we talked openly about work, relationships everything. He said, remember when you were looking to move, we talked for weeks till I told you it was a good move for your career.
He brought up all the good times the four of us had spent together. After all that. He said, we never concealed anything from each other. You were always my go to when I needed honest feedback. He had waited all week to get me alone but did not want to hurt my wife's feelings. He reminded me that we told each other everything. We did not necessarily do the same with our wives. We laughed together at some of the examples. The jist was he wanted us to talk more openly and more often. He said, after hearing all our activities from my wife he realized that we were in a different place than we were before. I would have called him and told him what's happening or questioning things. He said, I've heard you explain your thoughts this week but it sounded like you were talking to her, not to me, your best friend in the world. I agreed.
It was not alcohol he was saying everything he had on his mind for what seems quite some time.
I admitted not telling him about a lot of what was going on in my life including my wife's activities. I excused it saying she did not want others knowing and wanted it to be her decision. He said he understood but we never kept anything from each other. Again I agreed. After agreeing to no excuses, I took Xavier through a lot of personal things that occurred, including my mom passing. Then all the activities that my wife had told him already along with all my honest thoughts and feelings. I summarized to him that I see myself as support and protection for my wife in practicing her exhibitionist hobby. I honestly told him about my reservations with nudism.
It was like old times talking openly and getting feedback. When I concluded, Xavier said, now it's my turn. He did the same from when we started inconsistent contact. He told me a lot about his career struggles and marriage struggles I did not know. I apologized for not being there. He said, that's what we are doing now, no apologies. Now the eye opener from that night.
Xavier then said, can you imagine how close we would feel if I was telling you this. He said, when I visited a year ago I was jealous or envious of you two. You two were living the life, you were so happy together. He continued, my wife and I were in a rut. We were happy, just not living life fully like you two were. We were doing the same things every day, morning, noon and night. I wanted what you had. Over the next months of talking to us and visiting he wanted a change in his relationship. He said they actually sat down and talked about their desires together and discovered that they stopped having fun with each other. He added, if we were talking openly he would have known he needed his wife along for the ride but he did not call me.
Skipping, he said, I asked for her to dress sexy for me. They discussed how we do this. He said after a small fortune of new clothing his wife would go out braless/pantyless. She loved the attention he gave her and told him she missed that. Soon he was telling her about other men looking at her hard nipples poking, she loved their attention. Not long she would point out the attention she was getting from others. Not too much longer he had told her about seeing my wife topless by the pool and that I caught him but let him watch till we left, saying we trust you. He said, every time he brought us up he would use the word trust. Not long she is by their pool topless. You can see where this is headed.
He said, I wanted to tell you so many times how happy I was and that we were indirectly responsible for them finding themselves together again. He said, eventually she saw their neighbor watching her from his second story window topless by the pool. He has seen her countless times. She now wears a small bikini rather than her one piece. He said to extend this and another small fortune later, they made two trips to the Caribbean for topless tanning. He said the first was hit and miss till the last day. The second trip she did not pack a top. Next he worked on pictures. He told her that he "accidently" saw a picture my wife sent me. Soon, he said every trip they would sex text. He preferred text over calls so he could use later. After some time along came the toys and fingers, trimming the bush.
He said, I was not telling you as much as you were not telling me. Skipping to an example. One night they are bar hopping. He said his wife was drunk looking fine as wine, tits bouncing from bar to bar. Out of the blue she asked Xavier if I really thought that we trusted him as much as he thinks. He said, absolutely, not just me, us. She asked why he still thought that since we are so far apart. He told her that we will always be his most trusted, adding, he's my brother. Later, she brought it up again and asked if I ever tested this trust. He said, no. He kept excusing her saying she was drunk. She asked if he thought that each of us would send a nude picture. He said, I pretended to think but knew I would and that my wife had sent a few by that time. He said, yes but why test. She asked, so you are not so sure they trust you then.
He agreed to ask. I remember this. It was a little over a month ago. I was outside watching football. My wife was inside. He text my wife saying traveling need some relief, can I get a frontal. She made him beg but sent him one. She text, stay in your room and delete this when you finish. He text me. He said, traveling, in a bar with a beautiful black lady talking. I told her my best friend is white and well hung. I need proof, sent me a picture. I refused texting, I'm not helping you cheat on your wife. He text, not at all, never do that. I just need a wingmans proof. I went inside. My wife told me about her sending. We assumed Xavier was drunk talking big at some bar. With a helping hand from my wife I text him a fully erect picture of me smiling giving a thumbs up. He said, when I had both I asked her if she really wanted to see proof. She did and he handed her his phone. He said, she got all kinds of emotional saying she should have known and not tested us. She especially liked us texting to not support him going out or cheating. He said, it was a revelation to his wife and she was sitting in this bar tears going down her face drunk proclaiming her love for us. He asked me why I never asked about the request. I said, I guess I forgot. His wife studied my picture on their way home. She told Xavier I have a pretty dick.
This led to all kinds of conversations and sex talk about us. She had asked him several times if he thought we would exchange pictures. He said he always said, absolutely just text them. She always chickened out till Thursday night. He also admitted to assisting her thurday night by calling her when away or inside. He showed me some texting they were doing. She was very supportive of what we sent and us being naked together. One text was, I owe him a titty feel, you OK with that. He text back. Make sure he gets a hold of those magnificent nipples too. She text embarrassed emojis.
When we were finished we both agreed to keep in touch and let each other know what's happening in our lives. It felt like we were back years ago. No secrets. This turned into us talking about our wives bodies. He had a lot of pictures with every angle imaginable for my reference. Several things we discussed. His wife's nipples are long, mine not so long. His wife's nipples are not so sensitive, my wife's are extremely sensitive. He referred to his wife's pussy as meatier than my wife's. He called my wife's a coin slot pussy. His wife has inner labia extended out, mine does not. He referred to those as his curtains on a meaty pussy. I'm looking at pictures of her fingering a very wet pussy. One finger, two fingers, large dildo, vibrators you name it. I see her hard clit. I mention that she appears to have a bigger clit than my wife. He said, your wife's the size of a pea, mine is like a snap bean. We laughed. He said, his wife will orgasm in minutes manually playing with it, orally less than a minute. He admitted that it comes in handy if I'm not going to last too long. I said mine is not so sensitive either way unless shes already aroused.
By the time we were done talking it was after one a.m. feeling like we both had said all we had needed to say and hear, we assisted my wife to bed and we crashed. Next morning I'm dressed for work. They both come in naked with hangovers again. Xavier walks me to my truck. We agreed that if three days go by one will call, text if not able to answer or call but to not let us lose touch again. My Wife was taking him to the airport later.
I think I touched on some of this in the earlier post but my wife and Xavier's wife are talking a lot. They are not nearly as open and honest yet. Xavier and I like hearing from each and reviewing what they are saying. Finally, Sunday night I get a call from an excited Xavier. He said, we did it. I'm asking what. He said, he and his wife went to Tyler TX. On the way back, he said his wife showed her tits to no less than fifteen truckers. He gave me all the details. He said, tell your wife that she was correct. I asked, about what. He said, black drivers, white drivers, hispanic drivers, all the drivers were very appreciative and showed equal appreciation. Sadly I had nothing to update. One thing Xavier and my wife mentioned later was, she told Xavier she wanted him to watch us have sex. He was excited about watching but got wrapped up in what was happening and forgot. I promised both we will get that done.
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