The next day after Daddy left for work, I put on my lightest summer strappy dress and my sandals and walked across the street to Mrs. Watson's door. I knocked and waited. I could hear some rustling behind the door and then a sharp, "just a minute!"
The door then opened to find a slightly disheveled looking Mrs. Watson standing behind the door.
"Oh, it's you.." she exclaims, seeming slightly relieved. She let go of her robe, that she was clutching shut, it opened to reveal her naked body under the robe.
"I was just doing some cleaning, and thought I needed to put something on to greet whoever was at the door."
She opens the door wider and motions for me to come in. After I entered her foyer, she let go of the door and it closed behind me.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, are you sure you were just cleaning?" I ask. "You look rather out of breath, are you feeling ok? Do you need a hand?"
Her cheeks slightly reddened and I noticed a flush of pink gravitating down her chest, spreading across her breasts.
"Well... " she begins, "I may have been pleasuring myself, after doing some dusting" she replies.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to drop by and see if you and Jimmie would like to come to our house one night and have dinner with my husband and I?" I ask.
"I'll check with Jimmie, but I'm sure he'd gladly accept your offer." she replies
"would dress be casual?" she asks as she slips her robe off and her fully naked body is revealed.
"I'll check with my husband, err Daddy, but I'm sure that would be ok" I say.
"Would you like to stay for some lunch, deary? You can get comfortable yourself if you wish."
My hands shaking slightly reach for my straps to release my shoulders from them. Mrs. Watson notices.
"It's ok deary, Jimmie isn't home and I don't expect him anytime soon. I'll send him a quick text to warn me of his arrival." she says.
I let out a little sigh, and let go of my summer dress, allowing it to pool around my sandaled feet. I slip out of my sandals as well and step to the side.
"You can just leave it there if you like or there's a hook behind the door you can hang your dress on" Mrs. Watson says.
I pick up my dress and hang it on the hook placing my sandals below next to the door.
"I was just fixing some grilled chicken into some chicken salad to have on some toast." Mrs Watson, mentions.
"That sounds lovely." I reply.
I follow her into their kitchen and marvel at the open floor plan. I can see through the glass windows to their backyard and find an impressive garden. There's a stone path making a deck around the pool, and revealing various plots of garden beds. Flowers bloom everywhere, baskets hang from the overhang support posts. A waterfall empties into the pool, while a smaller one in the corner flows into a small garden pond, covered in lily pads and flowers.
"Your garden is beautiful," I exclaim.
"Thank you, it's been our project for some years." she replies, "We keep adding on or changing this or that."
"I may need some help with some design inspiration for ours."
I find myself in a unique situation standing in Mrs. Watson's kitchen. Here I am standing behind her island without a stitch on, watching her work to prepare lunch without a stitch on. Prior to this moment I've only ever been naked at home, a hotel room with my husband, our cabin getaway, those couple of times with boyfriends before my husband and the hospital when I had the kids. Being nude socially was unique.
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My Hidden Life Exposed
RomanceA middle aged housewife is discovered, by her husband, being involved in a secret emotional affair with a former lover via the internet. Instead of divorcing and casting her out of his life, he instead uses her submissive side to turn her into his...
