The Unintentional Streak, Part 3

[Danielle]

The Unintentional Streak

Post Part 1

I stood in the kitchen, the cold tiles biting into my bare feet, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure it could be heard in the next room. My mind was a whirlwind of panic and regret. How had I gotten myself into this mess? The plan had seemed so simple, so bold—walk into the lounge naked, remind James of what he’d been ignoring, and maybe, just maybe, spark something between us again. But now, as I clutched the edge of the counter, I realized just how spectacularly I’d miscalculated.

I had expected the lounge to be empty or, at the very least, occupied only by my husband. Instead, I had walked in to find him sitting on the couch with two of his friends, all of them glued to the football game on TV. The noise from the commentators and the occasional cheer had masked my entrance, allowing me to slip past unnoticed. But now, I was trapped. The only way back to the safety of the bedroom was through the lounge, and the thought of retracing my steps made my stomach churn.

“What am I going to do?” I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. I couldn’t stay in the kitchen forever. What if one of them came in for a beer? The thought of being discovered like this made me want to sink through the floor.

Just as I was about to gather the courage to make a run for it, I heard James’s voice calling from the lounge. “Honey? Are you in the kitchen? Come join us! The game’s getting good!”

My heart dropped into my stomach. Of all the times for him to invite me to join them, why now? I couldn’t possibly go out there like this. But how could I refuse without sounding suspicious?

“Uh, no thanks!” I called back, my voice cracking. “I’m just… grabbing a drink!”

“Come on, it’s a great game!” he insisted, his tone light and cheerful, completely unaware of the nightmare unfolding just a few feet away.

I froze, my mind racing. Before I could come up with another excuse, I heard footsteps approaching. My breath hitched as I realized one of the guests was heading toward the kitchen. I glanced around, desperate for somewhere to hide, but the kitchen offered no refuge.

The door swung open, and there he was—James’s friend, standing in the doorway with a beer in hand. His eyes widened as he took in the scene, and for a moment, we just stared at each other in stunned silence.

“Uh… hi,” I managed to squeak out, my face burning with humiliation.

He blinked, then quickly averted his eyes, his face turning red. “Sorry, I—uh—just needed another beer,” he stammered, backing out of the kitchen as if he’d seen a ghost.

I stood there, frozen, as the sound of his footsteps retreated. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. A second later, I heard muffled laughter from the lounge, and my stomach twisted into knots.

“What’s so funny?” James asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

“Nothing, man, nothing,” his friend replied, still chuckling. “Just… go check on your wife.”

I knew what was coming next. Sure enough, James appeared in the doorway, his expression shifting from confusion to shock as he saw me standing there, completely exposed.

“What the—?!” he exclaimed, his voice rising. “What are you doing?!”

I opened my mouth to explain, but no words came out. How could I possibly explain this? Instead, I just stood there, my face burning with shame as his friends’ laughter echoed from the lounge.

“I—I was just…” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I thought you were alone…”

“Alone?!” he hissed, his face turning red. “Why would you—? Never mind. Just… go upstairs! Now!”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I bolted past him, my cheeks flaming, and raced up the stairs. But just as I reached the top, I felt his hand gently grab my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

“Wait,” he said, his voice softer now. “Are you… comfortable going back down as you are?”

I turned to look at him, my eyes wide with disbelief. “What?!”

He shrugged, a small, almost mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Well, everyone’s already seen you. And honestly, you’re beautiful as you are. Why not just own it?”

I stared at him, my mind reeling. Was he serious? After everything that had just happened, he wanted me to go back down there like this?

“Are you out of your mind?!” I hissed, pulling my arm away. “I can’t believe you’re even suggesting that!”

He chuckled, his tone light but still tinged with embarrassment. “I’m just saying, it’s not the end of the world. They’re my friends. They’ll get over it.”

“I’m not going back down there!” I snapped, my voice rising. “This is humiliating enough as it is!”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, alright. I get it. But just so you know, I think you’re stunning, no matter what.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth. Despite everything, his words had managed to ease some of the tension.

“Thanks,” I muttered, my voice still shaky. “But I’m still not going back down there.”

He nodded, his expression softening. “Fair enough. I’ll, uh, go smooth things over with the guys. You just… take your time up here.”

As he turned and headed back downstairs, I leaned against the wall, letting out a long, shaky breath. The night had been a disaster, but at least James had managed to find a way to make me feel a little better. Still, as I heard the laughter from downstairs, I couldn’t help but wonder how we’d ever recover from this.

[underdog_13]

Very good! I hope there is a continuation to this story.

[Danielle]

Post Part 2 

I stood at the top of the stairs, my heart still racing, my cheeks burning with humiliation. James’s hand gently gripped my arm, stopping me from retreating to the safety of the bedroom. I turned to face him, my eyes wide with disbelief at his suggestion. His expression was soft, almost playful, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes that made my stomach twist.

“Wait,” he said, his voice low and steady, a small, almost mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Are you… comfortable going back down as you are? Beautiful, naked, and unashamed?”

I stared at him, my mouth opening and closing as I struggled to find the words. “What?!” I finally managed to squeak out, my voice a mix of shock and incredulity. “You know they’re married to my best friend, James. Maggie, who’s married to Leon—the one who walked in on me—and Jenna, who’s married to Keith. I’m shocked my phone hasn’t blown up with texts from them asking if I’ve lost my mind, even if it was an accident!”

He shrugged, his smile growing a little wider, as if he found the whole situation more amusing than mortifying. “Well, everyone’s already seen you. And honestly, you’re beautiful as you are. Why not just own it? Plus, you know it’s not illegal to be naked in your own home, right?”

I blinked, my mind reeling. Was he serious? After everything that had just happened, he wanted me to go back down there like this? Naked? In front of his friends—and their wives, who I’d have to face in person or over text? The thought alone made me want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

“Are you out of your mind?!” I hissed, pulling my arm away. “I can’t believe you’re even suggesting that!”

He chuckled, his tone light but still tinged with embarrassment. “I’m just saying, it’s not the end of the world. They’re our friends. They’ll get over it. And so will Maggie and Jenna, especially if you fully embrace it. And honestly…” He paused, his gaze softening as he looked at me. “I’d be thrilled if you went down with me as you are—naked, gorgeous, and completely unapologetic. My wife, the woman I love more than anything, just as you are.”

I felt a flush of warmth spread through me, despite the lingering humiliation. His words were so unexpected, so tender, that for a moment, I forgot about the disaster downstairs and the looks that had burned into me as I’d nearly sprinted up the stairs. I searched his face for any hint of mockery, but all I saw was sincerity—and maybe a little bit of playful daring.

“You’re serious?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, stepping closer and gently placing his hands on my shoulders. “Completely serious. You’re stunning, and I’m not ashamed of you. Not one bit. If anything, I’m proud to have you as my wife—naked, in those power suits you wear at work, and everything in between. And if you’re comfortable with it, I’d love for you to come downstairs with me. Just as you are.”

I hesitated, my mind racing. The idea of facing them all again, completely exposed, was terrifying. But at the same time, there was something liberating about his suggestion. Why should I hide? Why should I let embarrassment dictate how I felt about myself? They had already seen me. The damage was done, and I’d have to face the music with them—and everyone else who now knew. And if James—the man I loved—was standing by me, proud and unashamed, maybe I could find the courage to own the moment.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “Okay,” I said softly, my voice trembling but resolute. “I’ll do it.”

His face lit up with a mixture of surprise and admiration. “Really?” he asked, his voice filled with warmth.

I nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Really. But if I do this, you’re not allowed to leave my side. Not even for a second.”

He grinned, pulling me into a gentle embrace. “Deal. I’ll be right there with you, every step of the way. You’re the only thing I need to wear tonight.”

As we stood there, his arms around me, I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me. The fear and shame were still there, but they were tempered by the knowledge that I wasn’t alone. James was with me, supporting me, loving me—just as I was.

Hand in hand, we walked back downstairs. The sound of the football game and his friends’ chatter faded into a bone-chilling silence with each step. My heart was pounding, but I kept my head held high, determined to face whatever came next with confidence.

As we entered the lounge, the room fell silent. All eyes turned to us, their expressions a mix of surprise, awkwardness, and—dare I say it—a hint of respect. James squeezed my hand, his presence steady and reassuring.

“Alright, guys,” he said, his voice calm and casual, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. “Let’s just get one thing straight. Cara is amazing, and if any of you have a problem with what happened, you can take it up with me.”

There was a moment of stunned silence, and then Leon, the friend who had walked in on me earlier, chuckled and shook his head. “Man, you’ve got guts. Both of you.” He paused, then added with a smirk, “We only know a few people who’d embrace something like this. At my job, it’s all suits and ties. This is… refreshing.”

The tension in the room broke, and soon the others were laughing too, the awkwardness melting away. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, and I couldn’t help but smile. Maybe this wasn’t the disaster I had thought it was. Maybe it was just a moment—a strange, unexpected moment—that had brought us closer together.

As we settled onto the couch, James’s arm around my shoulders, I realized that sometimes, the most embarrassing situations can lead to the most meaningful connections. And in that moment, naked and unashamed, I felt more loved and supported than I had in a long time.

The game continued, and though I was still acutely aware of my state of undress, the initial shock had worn off. The guys, to their credit, didn’t make any further comments or jokes. Instead, they seemed to respect the boldness of the moment, and the atmosphere in the room shifted to one of quiet acceptance.

As the night wore on, I found myself relaxing more. James’s hand never left mine, his thumb occasionally brushing against my skin in a silent gesture of reassurance. It was as if he was reminding me, over and over, that he was there for me, that he loved me, and that he was proud of me.

When the game finally ended, his friends stood up to leave, offering polite goodbyes and avoiding any mention of the earlier incident. As the door closed behind them, I let out a long, shaky breath, feeling the weight of the evening finally lift.

James turned to me, a soft smile on his face. “You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.

I nodded, feeling a strange mix of emotions—relief, gratitude, and even a little bit of pride. “Yeah,” I said, my voice steady. “I think I am.”

He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. “I’m proud of you,” he murmured into my hair. “You handled that like a champ.”

I laughed softly, the sound tinged with disbelief. “I don’t know about that. But… Thank you. For standing by me. For not making me feel like I had to hide.”

He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes. “You never have to hide from me. Ever. I love you, just as you are.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I blinked them away, feeling a deep sense of connection and love. “I love you too,” I whispered.

As we stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I realized that the night had been a turning point. It had been messy and embarrassing, but it had also been real and raw. And in that rawness, we had found a deeper understanding of each other, a renewed sense of intimacy and trust.

The Unintentional Streak had been a disaster, but it had also been a gift—a reminder that love, in all its forms, is about vulnerability, acceptance, and standing together, no matter what. And as I looked into James’s eyes, I knew that we were stronger for it.

[jojo12026]

Thank you Danielle. Definitely hope there is more coming

[underdog_13]

I second that. This seems to be a really primising beginning to a great story.

[Danielle]

Readers.  I made story flow changes to the last two posts.

Post Part 3 

Later That Night

As the night dragged on and the echoes of the football game faded into the background, we found ourselves in the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of snacks and drinks. The hum of the refrigerator and the clinking of glasses being washed filled the quiet space. James stood beside me, drying a plate, his presence a comforting anchor after the whirlwind of emotions earlier in the evening.

He glanced at me, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “So,” he began, his tone casual but with a hint of curiosity, “are you… willing to be like that all the time when we’re home? No matter if it’s just us or anyone else?”

I paused, a glass halfway to the drying rack, and turned to look at him. His question caught me off guard, but there was a spark of mischief in his eyes that made me smile. I set the glass down and reached over, cupping his face in my hands. Without a word, I leaned in and kissed him—softly at first, then with a bit more intention, letting my lips linger against his. When I pulled back, I kept my hands on his cheeks, my eyes locking with his.

“Only if it’s all the time,” I said, my voice low but firm. “I mean all the time. No exceptions.”

His eyebrows shot up, and for a moment, he just stared at me, his mouth slightly open as if he were trying to process what I’d just said. Then, as the realization hit him, his eyes widened, and he mouthed a single word: “My mom. Your parents. Other family.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the look of sheer panic that crossed his face. It was a mix of shock, disbelief, and a touch of horror, as if he were imagining relatives walking in on us while I was casually lounging around the house in nothing but my skin. The mental image was almost too much to bear, and I had to bite my lip to keep from bursting into laughter.

But then I straightened up, my expression turning serious as I held his gaze. “I’m not joking,” I said, my voice steady. “If you want me to be naked at home with you—and perhaps elsewhere—most of the time, if not always, then yes, I’ll do it. But it has to be all the time. No picking and choosing when it’s convenient. And that includes when your mom or mine visits, or when the neighbors stop by, or when the delivery guy comes to the door. If you want this, you have to commit to it fully. No backing out.”

He blinked at me, his mouth opening and closing as if he were trying to form a response but couldn’t quite find the words. I could see the gears turning in his head, the internal debate playing out across his face. On one hand, the idea thrilled him—the thought of me being so free and uninhibited, so comfortable in my skin, was undoubtedly appealing. But on the other hand, the practicalities of the situation were starting to sink in, and I could tell he was struggling to reconcile the two.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he finally said, holding up a hand as if to pause the conversation. “You’re serious? Like, dead serious? You’d do this? All the time?”

I nodded, my expression unwavering. “Even when the plumber shows up to fix the sink. If you want this, it’s all or nothing.”

He let out a low whistle, running a hand through his hair as he processed what I was saying. “Wow. I mean… wow. I wasn’t expecting that.”

I tilted my head, studying him with a small smile. “What were you expecting?”

He shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “I don’t know. Maybe just… sometimes? Like, when it’s just the two of us? Not, you know, all the time.”

I stepped closer, closing the distance between us, and placed a hand on his chest. “Well, if you’re going to ask for something like this, you’d better be ready to go all in. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

He looked down at me, his eyes searching mine for any hint of hesitation or doubt. But all he found was determination—and maybe a little bit of playful challenge. Slowly, a smile spread across his face, and he shook his head in disbelief.

“You’re something else, you know that?” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as bold as you.”

I grinned, feeling a surge of confidence. “Well, you married me, so I guess that says something about you too.”

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine, and pulled me into his arms. “Yeah, I guess it does. And for the record, I think you’re amazing. Naked or not.”

I rested my head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. “Good. Because if we’re doing this, you’re going to have to get used to seeing a lot more of me.”

He chuckled, his arms tightening around me. “I think I can handle that. But just so we’re clear, if my mom shows up, I’m not responsible for whatever happens.”

I laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within me. “Deal. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

As we stood there in the kitchen, wrapped in each other’s arms, I felt a sense of freedom and possibility that I hadn’t felt in a long time. The night had started with embarrassment and uncertainty, but it had ended with a newfound sense of connection and intimacy. And as I looked up at James, I knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them together—naked or not.