"Sunday is Naked Day!"Sheepish Emma - 1

Hello,

After reading all the comments and emails from the Mexico post, we both loved the feedback. So Jack decided he wanted to bring some of that home.

His latest dare was simple and scary: one full naked day. Sunday. From the moment I got out of bed until we went to sleep. No clothes, no dressing gown, no towel. And the blinds stayed open the entire time. He said if we were going to do it properly, we had to live like normal. Windows uncovered, front door unlocked, nothing hidden.

I thought he might soften once it actually started. He didn't.

Morning was quiet at first. I made coffee and stood in the kitchen unpacking a bag of shopping, completely bare, while the kettle boiled. I could feel how visible I was from the houses opposite. At one point I looked up and the neighbour in the upstairs window across the street was just standing there. Not moving. Watching. He stayed longer than felt comfortable before he finally stepped back.

After that I tried to keep away from the windows, but Jack wouldn't let me. "Normal Sunday," he kept saying.

Around midday the doorbell went. I was halfway up the stairs, still naked, when Jack opened the front door. The delivery driver was right there. He had a clear view straight up the hallway and the stairs. I froze. Jack just stood there holding the door open, talking about the parcel like nothing was wrong. The driver looked. Properly looked. Then he looked away and pretended to check his phone to take the proof of delivery pic, but he'd already seen everything.

The rest of the day was quieter, but the blinds stayed open and I stayed naked. Every time I walked through the hall or past a window I felt like someone could be looking. Jack took pictures whenever he felt like it.

When it got dark he finally let me put something on.

Then he said the same thing he said after Mexico.

"You're posting this one too. Story and the photos. Same site."

So here I am again.

Still not sure who actually wins these...

Sheepish regards,