Caught Naked By Wifes Best Friend

This 100% true incident happened about 20 or so years ago, not too long after my wife and I were married. Up front let me first admit what will become obvious as you read on: I'm what you would call a 'closeted' exhibitionist. I really fancy the idea of being seen naked by others. But I don't really go out of my way to go about flashing people, especially where it would be a situation of me very intentionally inflicting my nudity on unveiling participants. I'd rather be accidentally 'caught' nude, and have it therefore be perceived as non threatening to whomever happens to see me. That way, if they end up enjoying the show, that's great. And if not, well, it was just an accident and no harm intended. So, as we move on to the story you can imagine that I always try to keep my eyes open for opportunities to facilitate these accidents, whereby I'm somehow caught naked in circumstances seemingly beyond my control.

That'd exactly what happened the day I learned that my wife's best friend, we'll call her 'Jan', was supposed to come over to our house and pick something up of hers that was upstairs in our bedroom. She had a key to our house, so she could just let herself in since no one was going to be home.

Although I wasn't supposed to have been there, my plans changed and I was going to be home after all. But I didn't tell anyone that.

A little plan for 'accidentally' getting caught naked when she got there was formulating in my mind, so I decided to put it into motion. My car was in the garage with the door down so there was nothing indicating anyone was home. A little before the time Jan was supposed to come over I jumped in the shower and got wet. The door from the master bath to our room would be left slightly open, with the lights turned off, since it was the middle of a sunny afternoon. Then I grabbed a towel and waited near one of the front windows.

Before long I saw her car come down the street and I ran back to the shower and turned it on long enough to re-wet myself down again and waited in the master bathroom for her to come inside.

Soon, I heard a quick knock and a key turn in the lock, followed by the faint sound of her voice calling, "Hi, anyone home?"

My heart was racing as I heard some rustling around and then the unmistakable sound of footsteps coming upstairs!

I had to be patient and not move too quickly if I wanted this to work out well. From around the bathroom doorway I heard her enter our bedroom and open the dresser drawer where the thing she was picking up was located. As she checked several drawers looking for the right one, her back was turned to me, and I walked out of he bathroom completely naked, dripping wet and with a towel over my head drying my hair. I could see her through the towel folds (even though it looked as though I couldn't) and she didn't yet realize I was there. I could feel my penis stirring at the excitement, and looking down I could see it getting just the right amount of plumpness. But fortunately not getting obviously hard yet.

Suddenly the motion in the dresser mirror caught her eye and she gasped a startled sound and whirled around. At that, I pulled the towel down from my head and feigned a startled reaction, dropping the towel to the floor.

After a brief moment of looking me up and down, the reality of the moment hit her and she said, "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry. I had no idea you were here", and started to back toward the doorway.

Pretending to be frozen in shock, I finally moved and made a clumsy attempt to put a hand over my exposed, smoothly shaved groin area while also reaching down for the towel. As I twice made failed attempts to wrap the towel around my waist, giving her even more of a show, I tried to sooth her alarm by saying, "it's OK, you didn't realize. I guess I must not have heard you come in because of the shower or drying my hair... don't worry about it", as I clumsily attempted again to cover myself with the towel.

As she headed into the hallway to go back downstairs I'm pretty sure I saw her sneek one final peek at me. She waited til I got dressed and came down with the item she had been looking for. As I handed it to her I could see she was blushing and she continued to apologize.

But I played it off and just said, "Don't worry about it. It was an accident and I'm not upset about it."

She laughed a little and said she didn't expect to see me here this afternoon, and wound up seeing a LOT more of me than she'd ever expected. She left right away and still seemed rather embarrassed and pleased at the same time.

It's funny but I can't remember now whether she mentioned it to my wife, but I think she did. It wasn't a big deal to my wife except an embarrassing funny story. I do think it made an impression on Jan though, because I do remember having the occasional light hearted reference to the incident made once or twice over the next year or two. She's not mentioned it in the past 15 years though, so I wonder if she still remembers it? I know I do.