You might know about Mary Jo if you have read the Helping Alexandra series. If not, you should know that she was the dowdy director of medical staff services at a major hospital in a medium-sized city who, late one evening, bumped into Alexandra from the marketing department on the way out of the building. Alexandra was stark naked, and the story of how she got that way led Mary Jo to follow the same path until, late on a Friday evening, she agreed to strip at work and to be driven home naked by Fred, Alexandra's co-worker who had got her naked.
This is Mary Jo's story from when she walks up to her house that evening.
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When Mary Jo stepped out of Fred's car naked, she had to control herself. Despite the confidence she claimed by telling him nobody would notice, she was terrified. She wanted to run into the house at top speed, even without getting her clothes out of the trunk. Instead, she maintained the illusion and took her time.
Once inside, she let out the breath she had been holding. The sound of the TV downstairs reassured her that her husband Bob was locked in his usual evening routine and would not come upstairs. The sound of a bass pounding from upstairs assured her the same about 19-year-old Lisa. She called out, "Hi, be down in a bit," and headed up to the master bedroom.
She dumped her clothes into the hamper and got a robe out of the closet. This was the same frumpy robe that she wore most mornings. It covered her up and was close to indestructible. And it was boring, she decided. She looked through some of the other robes she had in the closet, then walked naked down the hall, past Lisa's room with its booming bass tones, and into the guest room, where she had stashed her clothes from the past.
After several minutes, she found what she was looking for, a short, bright, flowery robe that she had worn on their honeymoon and during their first year of marriage. It was put away after Lisa was born. It smelled a little musty, but who would notice?
It was a little tight across the shoulders and maybe a little short. It might occasionally flash open along the bottom, and her boobs might fall out, but it felt right for her new state of mind. She cinched the belt tight and went downstairs to get some food.
She took a plate with a sandwich and some leftover potato salad down to the TV room and sat on the couch in her usual place. Bob glanced over at her when she arrived, then, to her delight, did a double-take and actually turned his attention away from the TV for a brief moment. She said, "Hi, honey," as though everything were perfectly normal and started eating her sandwich. He looked at her in confusion, then turned back to the TV.
When she had finished her sandwich, she went back to the guest room to look through her old clothes. She knew nothing would fit for daily purposes, but she did wonder if she could find something like the short robe that she could wear around the house or yard. Something that would help make this shift she was feeling in herself.
At one point, Lisa came out of her room and spotted her mom in the guest room. Usually, she would just walk by, but she too did a double-take and almost yelled, "Mom, what are you wearing?"
"Just a robe I had a while back," Mary Jo replied, as calmly as possible. "I just wanted to see if it still fits."
"Just barely," Lisa replied with all the energy of an offended teenager.
"Yeh, it's a little snug," her mother agreed. "I like it, though. I may go look for another one. The ones I usually wear are pretty frumpy, don't you think?"
Lisa rolled her eyes and headed down the hall. Mary Jo called after her, "You want one too?" She chuckled when she heard the bathroom door close, then went back to sorting through the old clothes. When Lisa was finished, she rushed right back to her room without saying anything further to her mother.
Mary Jo did find a few things to wear and decided it was time to get rid of the rest, maybe pass them on to Goodwill or some place like that.
By the time she had put the clothes back into some sort of order, Bob had come upstairs and was getting ready for bed. After she had got herself ready, she stood at the foot of the bed, untied the robe, tossed it into a chair, and just stood there naked. It must have been years since she had last done that, and she waited to see Bob's reaction. He seemed to be in shock looking at her, then finally cleared his throat to say, rather hoarsely, "You coming to bed?"
She lifted up the covers and crawled in, snuggling next to him, pressing herself against his chest and laying her leg across his. She reached her face up toward his and kissed him gently, yet deeply, probing her tongue into his mouth. She was rewarded by a stirring of his cock. She reached her hand into his pajamas and took his thickening rod into her hand, stroking it to make it harder. Before long, she straddled his waist and slid his cock into her pussy, which she was delighted to see had become wet and throbbing. As she rode him, she unbuttoned his pajama shirt so she could feel his skin against hers and, for the first time in she couldn't remember how long, they fucked. When he came inside her, satisfying waves of orgasm flowed through her body, and she drifted off to sleep lying against him.
When she woke up the next morning, she saw him with his head on his pillow, looking at her more intently than he had in a long time. She shifted in his direction and put her hand on his cheek. After lying there like that for a while, she said, "Don't you have a golf game?"
"Yeah, but... " he drifted off.
She rolled over toward him and kissed him. "I'll still be here when you come back."
He cupped his hand under her breast and held her close. She pressed her lips against his and ran her hand down his side. She felt his cock twitching against her leg, and she reached down for it, gently taking him in her fingers. He sighed at her touch and pulled her tighter. She thrilled at the feeling of him stiffening in her hand, but then she pulled back. "I don't want you to lose your game," she said, kissing him.
He gave a little moan, then sat up. "You promise you'll be back?" He sounded like a child, afraid to lose a prize.
"I promise," and she stroked his forehead.
While he was in the bathroom, she kicked the sheets off of herself, stretched her arms, and lay with one leg cocked to the side. When he came back into the room, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide, and just stared at her. "What has got into you?" he asked with something like awe in his voice.
"I'll tell you tonight," she laughed, then got up to use the bathroom herself.
