My wife had just finished her shower, steam still clinging to her skin, and she stepped out of the bathroom.
She wrapped a towel loosely around herself at first, but quickly shrugged it off, walking into the bedroom completely naked.
I looked up from my phone, trying not to stare too obviously, though let’s be honest — it’s hard not to notice.
She turned to me, a playful frown on her face, and said,
“Babe, shut the curtains. I don’t want the neighbors to see me naked.”
I paused, pretending to think seriously, as if the safety of the neighborhood was a matter of life and death.
“Hmm,” I said, “the neighbors seeing you… that could be… a problem.”
She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow.
“I mean it! I don’t want anyone peeking!”
I leaned back casually and smiled, enjoying the moment.
“Don’t worry,” I said slowly, “if the neighbors see you naked…”
She waited, confused and suspicious.
“…they’ll shut their own fucking curtains!”
She blinked at me for a moment, then burst out laughing, covering her face with her hands.
I laughed too, because let’s be honest — sometimes the simplest truths are the funniest.
And from that day on, every time the curtains were drawn, we both knew: some things are better left to imagination… but some things are just meant to make everyone laugh.