I turned up to meet my boyfriend naked under a mac, just like Abbey Clancy – but the reception I got left me mortified

SEXY surprises are the stuff of fantasies – from Mrs Robinson peeling off her stockings in The Graduate to Kate Winslet discarding her robe in Titanic so Leonardo DiCaprio could paint her naked body.

And this week Abbey Clancy admitted that she once turned up at footballer hubby Peter Crouch’s training session wearing a Burberry trench coat with NOTHING underneath in a daring bid to get him home.

The 37-year-old model and Peter, 42, made the steamy revelation on their Therapy Crouch podcast.

But is a nude stunt really the way to get you and your partner in the mood?

Here, five writers reveal whether they think a naked surprise is a turn-on or turn-off.

Sun Sexpert Georgie Culley, 36

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I REMEMBER being a twentysomething and dating a hot Irishman called Tom.

We had arranged a dirty weekend in London and he’d booked a five-star hotel.

Wearing nothing but a mac cream coat and heels, I excitedly pushed my way through the throng of tourists on Oxford Street to meet him.

My heart raced as a sudden gust of wind almost blew my coat open.

Despite worrying I could get arrested for public indecency, it was exhilarating, naughty and added to the thrill.

I met him in the lobby and whispered that I was wearing nothing under my coat but perfume.

His face lit up and he whisked me upstairs.

Afterwards, he told me it was one of the ­sexiest experiences of his life.

I enjoyed the power of surprise — and found it a real turn-on.

It can be a brilliant way to spice up your sex life.

But if you don’t prepare ­properly, it can be very awkward.

When I was 26, I decided to surprise a ­relatively new boyfriend with a sexy striptease.

I tied him to a chair before I began to slowly undress and dance for him.

To calm my nerves, I’d had half a bottle of Prosecco and my balance was a bit off.

As I tried to seductively lift my leg over to sit on his lap, I accidentally kicked him in his crown jewels.

Needless to say, the night was a bit of a flop.

Fortunately, he — and I — made a full recovery and I learnt a valuable lesson.

Stripteases can be super-erotic when done properly, but you do need to learn the art of ­seduction — and not drink too much beforehand.

Writer Samantha Brick, 52

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I HAVEN’T got to 52 without learning a few tricks when it comes to keeping men happy in and out of the bedroom.

That’s why, one year, I decided to gift myself as a birthday prezzie to my husband Pascal, 62.

I “dressed” myself with three large, red, strategically placed bows. I pulled on a mac and turned up at one of his jobs.

At the time Pascal, who is a carpenter, was in the middle of a restoration job at a fancy chateau.

Luckily his birthday is in January, so while it was nips-out cold, there was no one around to see yours truly — his ­surprise gift — in my birthday suit.

Was he horrified or was he horny? He’s a man so I’ll leave you to guess.

We “christened” the chateau before the new owners did.

It wasn’t my first naked surprise either — I’d done it for my first husband too.

On that occasion I was a gift-wrapped Valentine’s Day prezzie.

And yes, he even stopped watching the football that afternoon.

While I’d like to claim this as my own idea, it isn’t.

I pinched it from a party scene I saw on a reality show.

A Playboy Bunny surprised Hef at his mansion by jumping out of a cake starkers except for red bows on each nipple, one down below and a fourth above her bum.

I’m no exhibitionist but what I’ve learned over four decades of having sex is that men don’t care what your body looks like — but visual stimulation is everything.

Writer and broadcaster Esther Krakue, 27

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I’M quite reserved when I first start dating someone — but on this particular occasion, Valentine’s Day was approaching and I didn’t fancy the usual candle-lit dinner surrounded by couples hopelessly in love.

We were going strong but I needed some extra excitement — a bit of a thrill.

I’m not one to be afraid to share my thoughts, or show off my skin, but my partner hadn’t seen my wilder side yet.

I invited him round and told him I would be cooking for us at my place.

Little did he know I was part of the three-course meal too.

I opened the door wearing my pyjamas — hot pants and a vest top — with no underwear underneath.

And the freezing air from the wind outside certainly gave my boobs a lift.

“Hello,” he gawped.

After whizzing through the starter and main, it was time for dessert — straw- berries and cream.

I told him to guess what we were using as a plate.

Safe to say, he got it right.

It turned out to be a big success — he loved the excitement and so did I.

It definitely turned up the tempo in our relationship.

The key is to not be obvious about it — you’ve got to catch them off-guard.

Writer Flora Gill, 32

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SURPRISING your partner in just a coat sounds like a spicy, fantasy- fulfilling idea in theory — but in my experience the reality can be an unromantic disaster.

The first hurdle is the weather. It’s either a beautiful, sunny day and it’s a bit weird to be wearing a long coat, or it’s cold, dreary and you’re freezing your bare t*ts off.

It was the latter when I attempted the stunt a decade ago at university, walking down the street to my boyfriend’s house as my naked knees knocked beneath my coat.

I noticed strangers staring as I hugged my mac shut and realised I looked like Inspector Gadget had joined OnlyFans (the fact it was particularly windy and my coat had a slit up the back didn’t help either).

When I finally reached his house, I rang the doorbell and prepared to flash.

Unfortunately, his roommate opened the door.

Luckily my reaction time meant I didn’t immediately expose myself to him, but I did have an awkward minute of small talk as he repeatedly smirked and asked if he could take my coat.

By the time I saw my boyfriend I felt cold, embarrassed, awkward and not in the mood.

So rather than surprising your partner in a mac, I’d go for Abbey’s other idea in the podcast — a pair of crotchless panties.

Writer Katie Glass, 42

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IF I was as staggeringly gorgeous as Abbey Clancy, I might not think twice about wondering around in just a Burberry mac.

I’d probably become a nudist.

But me? I’m far too English to think about turning up to meet someone while naked under a coat.

Even the thought of going commando makes me blush.

When Abbey described how she’d lured husband Peter home wearing nothing but a designer coat, my first thought was, ‘Wasn’t she freezing?’.

I won’t leave my room without my thermals on.

The preparation alone would take me days — the tanning, the wax.

Besides, it’s so cringeworthy.

It seems daringly sexy in a film but, in real life, means awkwardly catching the Tube across London feeling like a flasher and worrying about shaving rash.

I’d find it mortifying if someone turned up naked under a coat to meet me.

What would you say? “Oh, wonderful, thanks!”

The closest a friend of mine has got to doing anything remotely similar is when my flatmate accidentally answered the door naked to the postman.

The furthest I’ve gone in the name of being sexy is one of those Ann Summers Father Christmas outfits, which I justified because it was also funny.

Because, after all, isn’t there a double standard in women going around half-naked when you ­consider how much flak men get for sending d*ck pics?