Unexpected Company

A

750 Word Project 2025

story. Milder than most stories with a focus on exhibitionism and no sex scenes.

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Ian's impromptu visit is a welcomed surprise. We make plans to finish this game at my place then head to the bar with the usual group. He is disappointed to find out my wife already has plans with some of her friends.

He looks up at the ceiling due to the rapid, stomping footsteps, "is Brooke doing some gymnastics up there?" He laughs.

"No. She's running late. As usual. Good cardio though. The outfit she wanted to wear was dirty so she's rushing up and down the stairs trying to get some last second laundry in."

"Never a dull moment with her huh?"

"You don't know the half of it," I chuckle as if it's a joke. Brooke and I met in college. At one of those wild parties she frequented. Drinking games where the loser lost their clothes were her favorite. Not that she couldn't find other excuses for being a show off and a tease. I loved her bold confidence and never saw a reason for her to stop. I got a strange sense of pride at the envious, yet delighted looks when guys became her lucky audience. They just get a preview. I get the full experience. Graduating and moving to a different town slowed her down but didn't stop her. Nowadays she is far more careful and cautious about exploring those wild urges.

"Is she going to be able to join us later?" A far less innocent question considering his blacked out confession a few weeks ago. Ardently telling me how attractive he thought Brooke was. When I told my wife she was flattered. Calling him "cute too."

We get distracted by a big play and pay no attention to her feet quickly descending the staircase. To get to the basement she'd need to go through the living room. Past both of us. I don't look away from the television as she dashes into the living room.

"Did you hear the dryer go off? It better be done," her words are rushed.

"Yeah a few minutes a..." I choke on my own spit when I see. My wife is completely nude with her damp hair in a bun. Her only cover is her trimmed, yet natural looking bush. Not thick enough to obscure her clit or the slight dangling of her labia. With where Ian is sitting she wouldn't see him until she was fully in the room. In her haste she doesn't notice our guest until it is a few steps too late. Freezing like a deer trying to go unnoticed by a stalking predator.

Ian's jaw is on the ground. His bulging eyes dart all over her intimate, feminine details. Taking in the unabridged, full frontal look. Time stops despite it all happening so fast. No way this is an accident. The timing is too coincidental. Sound travels well in our house and not a chance she couldn't hear us talking. The lack of a towel just served as further proof.

"Shit! I didn't know we had company." One arm poorly covers her humble chest and the other hand covers her fuzzy mound.

"Hi Brooke," Ian's voice cracks and gives an awkward wave.

"Hi..." she lifts the wrist on her chest and wiggles her fingers to return an embarrassed wave. Enough that her nipple makes a cameo. "And sorry I need to get something downstairs," then daringly pushes forward through the wide living room. As she turns to get to the basement we get a front row seat to her bare backside jiggling with each hurried step. Ian and I exchange astonished looks and laugh after she disappears into the basement.

"I guess I should have told her you were here," I sigh.

"Glad you didn't," Ian has to shake himself out of his shock. The dryer door slams shut and those fast feet come up the steps. She emerges again. Still nude and only covered by holding her shirt in front of her chest. The rapid movements cause it to repeatedly bounce off her body giving us brief windows to see what is hiding underneath.

"Sorry again. My underwear is upstairs," Ian's gaze locks onto her cute bum as she passes again. Getting far more time to take in every step, shake, and inch of her. Back up the steps and the avant-garde performance is over.

Ian smirks, "never a dull moment."

"Never a dull moment," I take a deep breath and can't wait to find out what was going through her mind.