My husband and I have always been willing to do things that excite the other. Well that became very embarrassing for me when I was 28 years old a couple of years after we were married. He had a fantasy of me answering the door totally nude to get a delivery. He didn't want me to really do it for a total stranger. He wanted me to do it for him while he pretended to be delivering a package. He talked me in to it and said when he got off of work that night he was going to come home and knock on the door. I was to open it nude and then let him in quickly before anyone else noticed. That night I got a call from him saying he was on his way home. I stripped and waited near the door. A few minutes later I heard a light knocking on the door and opened it. It only took a couple of seconds for my brain to catch up and realize what a dreadful mistake I had made, though it seemed like hours. My husband wasn't there. I looked down and saw a 12 year old boy from down the street holding a box of candy bars he was selling for school. I jumped and closed the door as quickly as possible. A few minutes later there was another knock at the door and I was sure it was either the boys mom or the police. I opened the door slowly and watched a disappointed look wash over my husbands face. I pulled him inside as he asked me why I was fully dressed. I explained it all to him, and, completely ignoring my fear, he started taking my clothes off. I had been mortified, but my husband was really turned on. He had me right there on the floor in the entry way. Later my husband tried to tell me not to worry. He said no 12 year old boy was going to run and tell his mom he had just seen a nude woman. He said the boy would keep it a secret hoping to see it again. I said that was out of the question. My husband said that was too bad because it was such a taboo thing that the idea of it made him horny. He said he could remember when he was that young how much he wanted to see grown women naked. He went on and on about it for half the night. We had sex again that night as he imagined the boy seeing me. The boy didn't come back the next day, or in the next week. He did smile and greet me nicely when I saw him out along the street. Then, a little over a month since the incident, he knocked on my door. I opened it and he asked if he could talk to me. I said he could and he walked in before I could stop him. He said his family was moving out of state the next day. He said he didn't want to leave without seeing me again. I said we would miss him. He said that I misunderstood. He said he wanted to see me the way I was the night I had opened the door. He was actually blackmailing me to keep him form telling his mom about seeing me the first time. I gave in. After pretending with my husband for a month it didn't seem as big of a deal as I once thought. Granted, it was a little strange standing in my living room and taking my clothes of in font of this kid. He looked at me for a long time. Then he actually got close and felt my boobs. I should have stopped him, but I figured I had to do just about anything he wanted me to. A few minutes later he took his hands off and said he had to go back home. He started for the door and then turned and ran back to me and hugged me. His head was laying on my boobs as he thanked me and said he would never forget me. That night I looked out the window for my husbands car to pull up. After he got out of the car I shed the robe I was wearing as I walked to the door and opened it. I stood there for a long time in the open a he walked up the walk to the house. That night, we had sex for a long time. After resting, at three thirty in the morning he led me outside naked and laid me down in the front yard and had sex with me.