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Some twenty-two years ago when I was still married to my first wife, she went though a stage spending time around the house either naked or just in her panties. I came home early one afternoon and as I came up the driveway, I could hear her talking inside the house with Ben, our elderly neighbor. My wife was only about twenty-six or twenty-seven at the time and Ben would have been about seventy. I crept up to the rear of the house and looked through the family room window. I saw my completely naked wife standing in the kitchen casually talking with Ben. I watched them for about ten or fifteen minutes as my wife paraded nude and he watched her every move. She began tidying the dining room as they talked, squatting, bending over, and generally making sure he had a perfect view of everything she had. I watched, not believing what I was seeing and equally not believing how much I enjoyed seeing her naked in front of him. When I quietly entered the house, they were both shocked and embarrassed. Ben left quickly and my wife blurted out something about how Ben had just arrived moments before I walked in. I was so excited I didn't care that she lied to me. I was just happy to have some great sex that afternoon. -Damon, 51