Chronicling My Nude Experiences and Encounters

Posted 20 19 10 11 09 57 My First Home of my Own Skip forward a couple of years and I was living with my parents again. They owned and rented out the house next door. And who should be renting it but my childhood sweetheart. In due time, we were married and I have moved in -- all of next door. Now I have a house of my own (so to speak) and can freely be nude all I want. I'm not nude 100% of the time, but it is the norm. Thankfully, although she never joined me in being nude in the house, she had no problem with my nudity. Again. It was pretty much the norm without being 100%. This was a very small house -- 900 square feet (100 square yards or, roughly 84 square meters). Yes, very small. The washer and dryer were out in the detached garage. We split the chore of doing laundry. My wife sorted, I ran it through the washer and dryer, she ironed, folded, and put away. Of course, I would run from the back porch to the garage and back in the nude. It was maybe five steps from the back door of the house to the door of the garage in a reasonably secluded backyard. Yes, if someone had been in the right place at the right time, they could have seen me dashing nude between the house and the garage. My parents' dining room was one such place. It was in a direct line with our back porch. They often sat at the dining room table in the evening. So, one winter's evening*, when the sun had set early, I go out to move laundry and unbeknownst to me my wife locks the door behind me. I leave the porch light off so as to make it more difficult for anyone to see me. She's standing just inside the door, waiting for my return. As soon as I try the door knob, she turns the porch light on. That leaves me standing there in the nude in full view of my parents' dining room. My parents were sitting there but probably didn't notice, but that was hardly the point. I know my wife will not merely unlock the door and let me in. She was too much of a prankster for that. However, we seldom locked our doors and I was reasonably certain the front door was unlocked. So, I took off running off the porch, through gate, around the house, and in through the front door. If she thought of a good prank, she couldn't resist pulling it off. And she succeeded in getting her husband to run around the house in the nude. We both had a good laugh over it. *We lived in the San Francisco Bay Area where winter just means it's more likely to rain without a great change in temperature, which seldom dropped to 40F.