My name is Dan, I am married to my wife of 15 years, Sharon.
Anyone who knows me knows very well that I am a voyeur. Lord, I like to catch that peek, the glimpse of the forbidden, the accidental exposure that creates an instant excitement.
Why, I wonder? Nudity, nakedness is everywhere in today's world. My Sharon, knowing me so well, often nudges me to look if she sees something she thinks I might miss. She does love it when I get turned on, knowing I take the fantasy, the thoughts and visions out on her fine body almost always as soon as we get home.
But almost any beach on a warm day will offer bare breasts turned to the Sun, often even full nudity though somewhat more rare.
For those who would take a few seconds to search on the internet, legs can be found spread as widely as is humanly possible, all of the secrets of women's innermost beauty exposed for any who care to look.
The same holds true in nightclubs in our part of the world. Very young and beautiful women display their bodies on stage completely, there are no secrets.
For me, that is just boring. The excitement is somehow in the peek, the illicit "not supposed to see" scenario.
But the situation before us brought both excitement...
...And almost total discomfort.
Our friend Frank and his wife Kate had invited Sharon and I over for dinner, a simple evening with another couple.
Nothing was said about what the evening was to be like, nothing was expected. We did not know them well, having just met in the last few weeks.
It was dinner with friends.
I wore blue jeans and T-shirt in deference to the 90° weather, Sharon had on a yellow halter top and pair of shorts that were loose. The legs were baggy but long enough to offer protection of her modesty, since she doesn't bother with undergarments most of the time.
My wife isn't what I would call an exhibitionist. She dresses nicely when we go out, and wears somewhat skimpy outfits on warm days but no blatant nudity.
I probably would enjoy her being a bit more open, allow a peek now and then to some unsuspecting male. The idea yanks my chain some, but by the same token I don't really push that issue seriously.
My few suggestions and hints that maybe she could "allow" a nipple to peek out or perhaps wear some shorts with loose baggy legs were always met with a laugh and a shake of her head.
But so many times after our banter, her eyes would sparkle and I would reap the rewards, my woman is one hot lady in the privacy of our bedroom.
Yes, this was just a pleasant evening visiting, all that was on our minds.
But after we had finished the fine cold noodle salad and rather crispy chicken off the backyard grill, Frank had leaned over and said something to his wife Kate. She had blushed mildly, a few words passed back and forth we couldn't overhear, and she got up and left the yard, shutting the side door to their house behind her.
I pride myself in being able to read body language, it is part of my trade as a salesman.
Something about Kate suggested reluctance, I shrugged that off as possibly my imagination.
Frank was going on into some detail about his neighbors, mentioning that one woman a couple of doors down often lay out nude on hot days.
That interested me, so the two of us went up to his upstairs balcony to take a look, Sharon was in tow right behind us.
Of course there was no one there, but I could see that if someone was, Frank would have a fine view.
We went back down to the yard, Frank tapped the small keg for a couple more glasses of beer.
"I like to show off Kate sometimes." He said, almost in passing.
"Show off?" I asked, not completely sure what he meant.
"Sure, you know. Nudity, flashing, things like that. It's fun!"
My ears did another instant perk up, Frank was grinning as he handed me the tall foamy glass.
