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Originally Posted by stevezr1
1970's, I was with the first wife: One summer we took a two-day drive out to visit her younger hippie-sister in a southern Arizona desert town for a week. They had a little bungalow at the dead end of a street, and the nearest house was about a hundred yards away. Their house was on an angle, so their back yard looked out over desert as far as the eye could see with no other homes in sight.
And yes, before the week was over, the wife got caught naked by the BIL a few times, and while she tried to be nonchalant about it, she wasn't comfortable staying naked in his presence. An interesting vacation to say the least.
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Great story - when in Rome and all that...
An older fellow I knew a long time ago once told me that, depending on the situation, some times it does not take long to "go native."
Bet the view out the back of that house is a little different these days... probably other houses as far as the eye can see.
Years ago when visiting the wife's college roommate and her husband for a weekend we slept on the convertable sofa in their living room. Saturday morning my wife got up, stripped off her t-shirt in which she slept, and began to get dressed as the husband came out of their bedroom; she had her panties on and was just picking up her bra. She brightly said "Good Morning" to him and continued to put on her bra, and then stood there while half dressed chatting with him about where we might go during the day. He eventually went to the kitchen and she eventually put on her clothes. At the time was an overly jealous prude and whispered something along the lines of "WTF are you doing?" and she replied oh he's seen me countless times as he basically lived in their room in the dorm in college... All in all, very casual. That was the first indication that she was something of an exhibitionist.