Chapter 1

I guess I was going stir crazy due to the pandemic. My family had been cooped up in the house for so long that every day started to feel like that movie “Ground Hog Day” – just a repeat of the same old slog.

My husband and I were working from home. We were never apart long enough to have much to talk about. It wasn’t like I could ask how his day went. I knew perfectly well since we both shared an office upstairs.

My kids were doing virtual learning because the high schools were shut down. My son Teddy loved it because he was the shy, quiet type, but all of my kids were getting on each other’s nerves and mine.

I do not know why I did what I did. It was silly, really. It was 2 in the morning and after a very boring evening of watching Netflix with my husband until we both fell asleep, I decided to get a drink of water.

I should have put some clothes on, but I didn’t bother. I had grown used to wearing jammies, sweat pants and tank tops around the house. I was so comfortable perhaps I didn’t think about going to the kitchen in the nude.

At least, not at first. I stumbled down the hallway in the dark and made my downstairs to the kitchen. I almost turned around and put my robe on. It would have been a simple matter to pluck one from the bathroom door and fetch my drink. I told myself that I didn’t want to wake my husband. Steve was snoring and I doubt he would have heard me anyway.

I realized I was being silly. This was MY house after all. I paid half of the bills and If I wanted to stumble around naked in the dark, then I would! I giggled a little. I might have had a little too much wine that night. I was tired of being boring and for once I wanted to get a little crazy and do something spontaneous! Even risky!

I had a daring smirk firmly planted on my face by the time I jiggled my big butt down the stairs and dashed toward the kitchen. For no reason at all, I dashed behind the sofa and chair like a ninja trying to infiltrate my own home.

I was safe in the knowledge that my kids were sound asleep. I could actually do anything I wanted. It was a startling revelation and strangely intoxicating to let loose of my inhibitions and dash into the kitchen naked. I felt the cold tile on my bare feet and felt this exhilarating sense of freedom.

I hadn’t gone streaking since I was a teenager. I remember I used to skinny dip on camping trips with my boyfriend and our circle of friends. I was never the one to bring it up or lead everyone into getting naked but I was usually one of the first to pop her top. It was so much easier when other girls did it with me. It felt naughty back then and suddenly those old feelings gave me some strange tingles.

Instead of water, I picked out some boxed wine and poured myself a glass. “I could stand in the kitchen window and flash the driveway!” I thought to myself. It was the middle of the night in the suburbs. The chances of being seen were nil but it was even the slight risk that I might get caught that always used to thrill me the most.

Back in high school, my friend group consisted of two other girls and three guys. We had all seen each other naked plenty of times. I had dated two of the boys and even kissed one of those girls on a dare once. It was never really that big of a deal to strip down and go swimming together. The only time I got the heebie-jeebies was on the off-chance my parents might come home and catch us swimming in the pool or someone might see us through the fence. I don’t think anyone ever found out – but it was always that risk that got my excitement going.

I hadn’t thought about those old times in years. I was a married woman with teenagers of my own. Yet, tonight I wanted to feel those feelings again. I was feeling bored of myself. I slid across the tile floor like Tom Cruise in the movie “Risky Business” and then began to dance on my tippy toes in front of the kitchen window.

At first, I hustled across the window, but after my third or fourth pass I was jiggling my big tits and giggling. It was great fun and I was all smiles. That is until I turned around to pick up my glass of wine and take a sip. I saw my youngest son Teddy standing there looking right at me.

I was caught red-handed and totally embarrassed. I went from free-spirited extrovert dancing and shaking her tits to humiliated house wife in a split sobered second. What could I say? How could I explain my behavior?

I stood there in the dark while he looked me up and down. I felt suddenly aware of my big tits and bushy pubes. I was mortified!I couldn’t tell if he was cringing, blushing, freaking out, or impressed. He might have been all of those things in combination. It was impossible to tell in that moment what my son might be thinking.

I said nothing, took a sip of my wine and walked up stairs as if I had clothes on. I felt this strange panic like my entire world had collapsed and I had to flee. I couldn’t explain myself and so I clammed up.

What else could I do?

I wanted to tell Steve about it. I had to tell somebody, but he was out like a light. I stayed up all night wondering what Teddy must think about me. I assumed he thought I might be a little crazy.

The next day, my youngest son said nothing at breakfast. He looked at me a little strangely but he didn’t address what he had seen. I was thankful for that. If he had said something, I doubted the others would have noticed. Steve was caught up reading the news on his cell phone. My daughter Cindy and my other son Daniel were getting on each other’s nerves. We were in such close quarters that it was fairly common. Cindy can be surly in the morning and she tends to poke Daniel to get a response. I think it’s amusing to her to see his reaction.

I tried to forget about my silly experience that night. I really did, but I couldn’t. I kept reliving it in my head and wondering what my son thought of me. I should have probably had a conversation with him about it but I was so embarrassed that I didn’t. I told myself that I didn’t want to make things weirder for him.

Instead, one night while I was lying in bed with Steve, I told him what had happened. I needed to confide in someone. I thought Steve would not understand or tell me that I was disgusting but instead he seemed almost turned on by it.

“I am his mom,” I reminded my husband.

“You are a sexy milf,” Steve assured me playfully. “What will you do the next time he catches you?”

“What do you mean, the next time?” I assured Steve that was a one-time only thing. It was lightning in a bottle -and a bit of a fluke. I told him a combination of boredom, wine and reliving old thrills that I’ve long since outgrown.

“Why? You clearly enjoyed it. You are smiling when you told me the story,” Steve grinned back at me.

“I am smiling because it was deeply humiliating but it was also my fault. I can laugh at myself, Steve. I shouldn’t have told you about this,” I started to turn over. “I am just bored of myself sometimes. You know?””What do you mean?””I shouldn’t say this, because we have a great life together, great kids, and I love you! A part of me wants to be more adventurous, or different or something. I am bored of me.””I am not,” Steve confirmed that he loved me. That was sweet. He just wasn’t getting what I was trying to tell him. I wasn’t unhappy with our relationship. I was unhappy with the fact that I was a predictable, boring person. “I think I would like to do roleplay or something exciting, but I do not even know what turns me on anymore. I am just plain boring, Steve. I shouldn’t have said anything,” I grunted and tried to end the conversation.

“No, no, don’t stop talking about it. I get it. I’d like to do something different too, but we never talk about it.” Steve comforted me. “I miss these midnight confessions. I remember when we first got together we used to share our secret fantasies and talk all night.”

“I remember your secret fantasy involved having sex with my best friend Marcie,” I snickered. I always assumed Steve was just trying to make me jealous and tease me. I was sure he’d have had sex with her if I had allowed it though. Marcie was kind of a wild-child back in high school, always drinking and going out with different guys.

“No, to have a THREE-WAY with Marcie, you would be invited too!” Steve smiled broadly as he clarified his fantasy.

“Oh gosh, thanks! I am glad I’d be invited,” I winked at him and rolled back over. My tone was playfully sarcastic. “I don’t think you could have handled the two of us at once.”

“Twenty year old me, or forty-two year old me?” Steve asked with a wry grin.

“That depends, are we going to get twenty year old Marcie and me drunk first?” I was having a laugh with my husband about what might have been.

“You would never have done it anyway,” Steve grunted sourly. His reaction was harsh and abrupt.

“Hey, I would love to make your fantasies come true, Steve McGregor. I could call Marcie but would her husband Mike agree?”

“He could come too!” Steve laughed.

“Oh, would you and he get it on?” I giggled playfully.

“No, but you would,” Steve promised. He was so cock-sure and certain that I would.

“I’d like to see you make me,” I snickered. I was glad that Steve was joking again. However, there was something in his tone that suggested he wasn’t joking. We’d never cheated on each other and we weren’t swingers. This was the first time in a long time we’d ever talked about fantasies and I was enjoying the conversation.

“That’s probably how we’d have to do it,” Steve observed sagely. He nodded his head as if agreeing with his own assessment.

“What do you mean how WE’D have to do it?” I asked him what he meant by that. I was merely joking.

“Well, it would have to be a bit of a game, you know?” Steve replied cryptically.

I admit that I prodded him to continue but I was wary because I felt he might be serious. “I would have to give you dares. It couldn’t be your own idea. That’s why you are too chicken to go dance in front of the kitchen window on your own. You need to be able to blame the wine, but If I dared you to do it then you could. If we do this together, then you have to agree to trust me and do exactly as I tell you. That’s the deal.”

“Oh, really?” I was amused by my husband’s conclusion. His theory sounded absurd. I was intrigued by his suggestion. A part of me wanted to do something naughty and I was game to try it if it wasn’t too crazy. I was getting turned on by the idea of doing something totally out of character for myself. It sounded so over the top that I wasn’t sure it would be more than pillow talk.”Okay, I am game, I do trust you, Steve,” my mind was a bit of a whirlwind. I still had a bit of a buzz from wine, but I was sober enough to know that Steve was serious.

“I dare you to go downstairs and dance naked back and forth in front of the kitchen with the curtains wide open. I want you to do the MC Hammer dance and act silly for fifteen minutes. You can set the timer on the Alexa and inform me when you start through the intercom.

“Oh, I will?” I found his fantasy incredulous. Yet I was flattered that my husband wanted me to do something that daring. Did he really? It was exciting to think about. Did I dare?

“Yeah, and this time if Timmy sees you then you will tell him that you have to finish dancing and offer to get him anything out of fridge that he wants.”

“Yeah, right? And what if it was Cindy or Daniel?”

“The same thing!”

“Hah, you don’t actually expect me to do this, do you?” I laughed.

“You have to, that is the deal!”

“What do I get if I do it?” I had no intention of taking him up on his offer but I was curious what he had in mind. I assumed that he would offer a back rub or a shopping trip.

“The opportunity to do more dares” my husband offered.

“If I wanted to run around the house naked, I don’t need your permission,” I assured him. I did like the idea of having him tell me what I had to do. Yet, if I really wanted to do something I didn’t need ‘permission’.

“No, you don’t need my permission, but you won’t DO the things you need. If you are bored of old Julie, then you need to trust me. You do NEED me to dare you, push you, bend you, but not break you. We’ll explore that and get a little kinky. It will be fun. You want to see if you can get away with it, don’t you?”He was right. I did want to find out if I could pull off his dare. I really wouldn’t intentionally dare myself to do something that silly. My enthusiasm was starting to take off for this new game – whatever it was.