Some years ago a beautiful couple and my wife and I used to live next to each other. Their kitchen door and our kitchen window were separated by only a few feet (their driveway) and faced each other. At times we used to joke that we used to live with each other. One hot summer I remember working on remodeling my kitchen – something I would do in the nude – and before going to work, my friend’s wife used to come out, fully clothed, through the kitchen door to let their dog out . Many mornings we used to say hi and talk a little through the window before she went to work. She could only see me from the waist up but we both knew I had no clothes on because we had talked about that and they both knew my wife and I were nudists – besides that, once or twice while I was on a ladder I am sure she must have seen me wearing nothing but a tool belt. I never asked her if she had seen me or not. If she did she must have been very comfortable with it because she never commented on it. The issue she was clothed and I wasn’t apparently was never a problem for either one of us.
It’s funny because her husband wanted to try naturism. He asked all kinds of questions and my wife and I answered as many as we could but there is no substitute for personal experience. He was ready to go but had not been able to convince his wife to go with him to the same resort my wife and I used to visit. He had seen my wife and I nude on a few occasions as we shared with them pictures taken at the resort we frequented. Other times, he saw her when she used to go to the kitchen for whatever reason and they would speak with one another through the window and I was there on a few occasions as part of the conversation. Although he was fully clothed during those instances when we were there talking through the window, he reacted very naturally about the whole experience. I know my wife also got a full glimpse of him a few times when he eventually began to practice with the idea of naturism and occasionally paraded naked around the house. According to my neighbor, his wife also began to experiment with the idea of being nude and often went from the bathroom to their bedroom without clothes while the kitchen door was open and could potentially be seen from our house – but we were never privileged to see her. It’s not like my wife and I stood there at the window to peep – whatever happened, happened… or not.
After some years, we (my buddy and his wife and us) moved to different towns but one day he called me to tell me that they had finally made it to the resort that we had recommended and that his wife took to it like a fish to water. We made many plans to go to the resort together or meet there on a few occasions but for one reason or another it never happened. After 30 years of naturism my wife is no longer cool with the lifestyle –“been there, done that” attitude – actually, more concerned about the sun and the damage it causes – she required extensive treatment from a doctor to correct skin damage and now has a strong fear of cancer. However, my buddy and I occasionally email or call each other and stay in touch and he tells me the stories about their experiences at the resort.