Emcee

This is an entry in the

Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2024

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Nothing new here. Just a 'will she won't she' story.

Marc Lavalier and Jim belong to George Anderson. Relax, this is not a February Sucks redux. I just used him for a bit of fun.

Johnson is a slang term for penis

Exurban. Far out suburbs of larger cities. Close enough to have access to the larger city, but an inconvenient distance to commute to the center.

Warren County is real. Barton Falls and Woodland Creek are fictional. I figure they are somewhere a few miles East of Lebanon, Ohio currently actually occupied by corn and cows. I partly model Barton Falls from Medina, Ohio. A well-kept town center built around a two by two block town square with a bandstand.

Designer Vagina. A vagina with pink small inner labia mostly to completely hidden inside the vaginal cleft when legs are closed. With legs open, small inner labia are even on both sides with small lips. Distinct retracting clitoral hood. Some also call this a goddess pussy.

Mr. Happy = penis

Friday, June 30, 2023

My wife came home and instead of the usual sweet lingering kiss, I got a very nervous look. I was concerned so I asked, "Julia, You look like you want to tell me you wrecked the car. What is wrong?"

She came up to me and just asked, "Please just hold me."

I thought 'uh oh', but I opened my arms and she came to me. Being the main source for comforting my wife is a good sign in any bad situation.

I hugged her and she melted into my arms, letting her know that I supported her. She was stiff as a board at first, but was taking comfort in my embrace and relaxing, even if just a bit. We had taken a marriage workshop as part of our pre-wedding 'marriage training' for the church wedding she wanted and it had done wonders to keep our marriage strong. We were two years married and still much like newlyweds. Two years after our mutual graduation from college, both of us aged twenty-four, she had learned to accept that male insecurity is pretty much universal except for the tiny elite at the 2% extreme top and that men could not read minds so she needed to be direct in telling me when I pissed her off. I learned to hug her and reassure her constantly and not include a reach around boob squeeze and to shut up when she was talking.

That meant to make sure she was done talking when she paused. That last one was hard for me. My IQ is into the lower ranges of genius or about one in one thousand in rarity. I solved problems in seconds and was even better at it as my job was a project manager for a construction company. I solved dozens of problems every day at work and it was a supreme effort for me to not just jump in mid-sentence and start solving her problems. I remember Pastor Love, yes that was his real name, saying, "David. When she talks, shut up! Women need to talk things out. Let her finish speaking every time. Also, if she comes to you for comfort, that is one of the best signs of marital health. Shut up and let her talk to you in her own time and hold her while she does it."

It was hard, but I managed to stay silent for a full minute until she finally sighed and said, "My boss, Mr. Johnson is the chairman of the Warren County Chamber of Commerce. This year, they are making a weekend of National Nude Day in Barton Falls and he is the head promoter."

My wife was chief marketing officer for her department of one direct report, her admin, Ruth, who was seventy-eight years old and one of the sharpest people I had ever met. Julia did everything for H Johnson Tools, web, social media, and even a few YouTube videos showcasing their latest in the 'exciting' world of tooling for Computer Aided Manufacturing. Yeah, they used my wife as eye candy to draw viewers when they Googled the correct terminology for their product lineup.

Barton Falls was the next town over in our exurban town of Woodland Creek, both almost an hour or so northeast from the center of Cincinnati, Ohio.

I was never overly fond of her boss, Harold Johnson. What the fuck? Someone actually named their kid Harry Johnson? Nude day with Harry Johnson??? He must get the 'Hairy Johnson' joke 1000 times a day. This was not a happy thought and I asked, "Where is this leading? Did he ask you for favors over that weekend?"

She looked at me alarmed and a little hurt, "I have never cheated on you and never will, and yes, I have had opportunities. He did not ask anything but for me to emcee the introduction ceremony as the Chamber of Commerce is running the event."

Her being hit on was not news. We had gone to dinner four months ago at a place called Morrisons in downtown Cincinnati and local football 'hero' Marc Lavalier came right up to her, ignoring me, and asked if she wanted to dance. Julia responded by asking if he was blind or just a self important douchebag that ignored wedding rings.

I can't say I shed any tears two weeks later when his body was found literally full of nails. Someone had nailed him to an old wooden retaining wall with a timber nailer with over two hundred eight and a half inch long shank nails. Too bad. So... not... sad. Once he no longer had value to the Bengals, the local press came out with dozens of stories about him bedding married women, destroying dozens of marriages. Too little much too late as far as the local press was concerned. The main suspect, Jim Carlisle, had a dozen witnesses say that he was at a sports bar in the evening then a men's self improvement retreat that night.

I hugged her again and said, "I know you are loyal to me. Remember what Pastor Love said about men being insecure and you are so beautiful I know you get hit on a lot."

She nodded, "I know. I love you, you big insecure nut. On July 14th of this year, Barton Falls is allowing, if not encouraging naturist type nudity from six in the evening Friday until seven in the evening on Sunday. They are having a big shopping event on Main Street along with a talent contest, and street fair over the weekend. He wants me to be the emcee that starts with a highly publicized ceremony and speech on Thursday night, the night before at half past six. He said that I can wear a fig leaf bikini bottom as long as it looks like I only have a fig leaf and glue hair extensions to pasties on my boobs."

I sighed. My wife Julia was a beauty and sometimes it made me a little, or perhaps more than a little insecure. I'm no troll and In high school, I was high enough in the pecking order that I got to warm the bench during football season and a fair choice of the second-tier 'pretty enough' girls for prom. No, people did not look at us and wonder, 'How the fuck did he get her?' In the era of Tinder and swipe right swipe left, on average, women had far more power to hook up than men did. Could I hook up for a night if I tried? Probably if I worked at it. Could she? She would have a dozen offers inside of two minutes. That being said, she had exactly zero instances of suspicious behavior and she had also taken Pastor Love's advice, including about male insecurity and any appearance of suspicious behavior. We actively worked on our marriage and it showed. I did not like the fact that she was being asked to run around naked, but I appreciated that Julia came to me immediately.

I looked at my wife and nodded with a bit of trepidation, "I can see why he wanted you to do it. You are beautiful."

Her shoulder blade length dark brown hair framed her twenty-four year old pretty face in a layered cut. She was not runway-model gorgeous, but her girl-next-door beauty and light hazel eyes made her a head turner and she got attention from men, many of whom blatantly ignored the rings on her ring finger. Throw in she had a trim body with a gorgeous chest with C to almost D-Cup breasts topped with perfectly round quarter-sized areolas and a designer vagina. She had laser work done such that her vulvae were hair free and the upper area on her mons had a delightful trimmed fluff of pubic hair just narrow enough to be covered by a modest bikini.

I sighed, "And just how much does he want you to show? Your boobs are rather large and your hair is not long enough to cover them if it hangs down. How much are extensions? How much are pasties?"

She said, "Look. I'm not comfortable either and he made no threats, but we both know he has a lot of influence and friends in the area. He can also make things like me asking for our vacation time easier or harder."

I nodded, there had been no previous reports of anything unusual about her boss and the story lined up. He simply wanted an attractive female emcee to host.

She looked on her phone, "Cheap hair extensions that are long enough, say eighteen inches are thirty-five dollars at dollarbeauty.com. Pasties are pretty cheap. Figure ten bucks."

She sat down heavily and looked at me, "We have a week to decide. I can't do this right now, okay?"

I opened my arms and just held her, avoiding the reach around boob fondle I so much wanted to do. I looked at her and said, "Perhaps dinner out? Antonelli's for pizza?'

She smiled a huge smile of relief. SCORE! She felt she was under the gun and I had just made her feel better. She kissed my cheek, "Thank you. I just need some time not thinking about this, okay?"

I hugged her again and let her decide how long to remain in the embrace. She held me for several minutes, periodically squeezing the embrace. She finally broke the embrace, kissed me briefly, smiled, and said, "These are those times I am so glad I married you."

We went to Antonelli's and as usual,the pizza was out-fucking-standing. The sex was even better, she initiated with, "Thank you for... being you." Our after sex cleanup spooning cuddle included lots of gentle breast fondle time. My earlier forbearance of a nice squeeze netted me a nice handful as we cuddled.

Saturday, July 1, 2023

I woke up to Julia cuddling up to me, her head on my chest. Damn, I love the feel of her bare body on mine, even if she was not currently playing with Mr. Happy. She gave me three wishes on our wedding day and I have only burned one wish so far, even two years later. My wish; You will sleep naked every night with me for the rest of your life, even during your monthly and even after having children and age have caused your body to change."

She started to argue about baby pooches and I reminded her that she had not put conditions on her wishes. Any scars and changes were the battle scars of our hopefully sixty-year marriage. Her soft skin on mine as she rubbed her cheek on my chest... magic!

I brought my arms around to give her a bit of a hug. She sighed, "I'm ready to talk about it now. Thanks for giving me time. We do have to get this done with."

I squeezed the hug a bit, "So what are you thinking? You want to show your body, don't you?"

She thought for a second. I did my waiting-until-she-spoke thing. Finally, she said, "I don't know how I feel about it. Part of me thinks it's fun to be naughty and part of me is horrified, and all of me is terrified that I am not pretty enough."

I scoffed, "You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?"

She patted my shoulder lightly, "You are saying the right thing, but that is your job as my husband. I know I'm not ugly. It's just that I think almost all women have the same insecurity to one degree or another of not measuring up. I also kind of think I don't have a lot of choice. I mean, it is a choice, but saying no may make our lives uncomfortable and saying yes will likely make our lives easier. Harry pays me above market rate a bit and because of his wife being sick, we get a gold plan for health insurance from him. Honestly, I like my job and he has never hit on me. He told me flat out that I am attractive and that would help attract more people to the event. He also made it clear that he is loyal to his wife and was not coming on to me."

I sighed and thought about my wife standing in front of a thousand people with her boobs covered by faux hair and a bikini with a fig leaf on the front... and on the back?

It bothered me but how much? I went through different scenarios. I imagined a scenario with her having sex with Harold and that caused immediate thoughts of rage. I thought about her even giving him a blowjob and again, rage. Not quite the same as the sex rage, but still, enough to make me have dark thoughts involving chainsaws and Harold's penis. I pictured her up there with a good amount of side-boob and cleavage, and her vaginal area only covered with fig leaves attached to some kind of bikini or g-string or something. I wasn't comfortable with the thought, but I did not feel the rage. The issue, how big was a fig leaf? How much of her ass would show? How much of her delightful boobies were covered?

Julia ended any debate, "David. Unless you object and I mean are willing to have a small fight, I need to do this. I like my job and I want to keep on the good side of Harold. I like my job and I don't hate Monday mornings. This is important to me."

That was it. I was uncomfortable, but it was not the end of the world rage inducing. I squeezed the hug, "You be you."

She asked, "You okay?"

She saw my unease and I sighed, "Yeah. I'll get used to it."

She kissed my cheek and said, "I love you."

I began to use project manager skills. Hey, I'm good at it. I asked, "Can I at least help you with the costume?"

Maybe I would have giant four-foot fig leaves made from plastic or something to cover her completely.

She hugged me back and kissed my cheek, "I wouldn't have it any other way!"

I lay there next to her and thought about it. She wore bikinis on the beach last year. It was sort of a medium in coverage with plenty of cleavage and a touch of side-boob. She had plenty of admirers and it didn't really affect me except this one wannabe lothario who came up to us and literally stood between us as he showed how cool the key fob thing for a Ferrari was. My wife shot him down quickly and left no doubt.

How did I feel? Against it, but the decision was made and I understood that she wanted to keep her boss happy.

That afternoon, we went to a Michaels Craft Store and found faux fig leaves. She ordered the hair extensions, some stick-on pasties that were some kind of silicone nipple cover and a pack of three flesh-colored G-strings off Ebay. They lacked any rear coverage excepting the string though the pubic coverage was moderate.

I looked at my wife and asked, "No rear coverage?"

She shrugged, "I want it to look natural and a lot of coverage will look like a swimsuit with fig leaves. We will have to see how well we can attach the leaves. This is nude day and I want my boss to be happy."

I nodded, "I understand. You do have a spectacular ass."

She giggled and smiled, knowing I had given a bit. If she was willing to have an almost bare ass, so be it. We had talked previously about it and I had no issue with a thong. She had almost bought a thong the last time she went swimsuit shopping but could not find a thong with enough front coverage to cover her pubic hair and I loved the pubes on her mons.

She looked at me and sighed, "I'm trying to get enough coverage to make you not divorce me. I'm not happy about this, but I need to stay on Harold's good side. He says lots of people will be completely naked from Friday through the weekend and it is no big deal. He's a naturist and will be participating the whole time."

I realized and wrinkled my nose, "I'm going to end up seeing Harry Johnson's hairy johnson."

She giggled then sighed, "Can't say I'm looking forward to it. He's no model except maybe the Pillsbury Dough Boy."

Sunday, July 2, 2023

I woke up with Julia stroking my face with her fingers then she kissed my cheek then she cuddled me affectionately..

She sighed, "Thank you for supporting me. I know you are not comfortable. I know some would have threatened divorce even at the mention of doing this Nude Day thing."

I cuddled her a bit and realized she was edging toward more being uncovered. I was not happy, but I was not going to threaten to use the divorce card if I am not willing to use it. If I were to make threats and not carry them out if the event happens. I had to make it clear where the boundary was and make her understand what it would take to get me to play the divorce card.

I looked at her and said firmly, "I'm not divorcing you unless you actually do something with someone. If you even make out with a guy, I will end things and burn 'us' down. This is not my actual blessing for this nude day thing, but I will not play the divorce card unless I am willing to carry it out and I am not going to use it for you being the emcee of Nude Day."

She nodded with quite a bit of relief. This was a mess, but I think she was worried about me ending things. I love her. Simply. I love her and even with a potentially nearly bare ass, I was not contemplating divorce.

Monday, July 3, 2023

When I arrived home that night, Julia showed me a link on bartonfalls.com announcing the nude day celebration. My wife's face was prominently displayed along with 'Julia Aerts will be your hostess for the opening ceremony.' Even though it did not say it expressly, the reasoning, 'Come see the pretty naked lady', was transparent as heck and it did not mention that even her boss had given her permission to cover her assets.

It mentioned the event including times and included a map with the boundaries where the nudity exemption would be allowed. The nudity exemption was not going to cover the entire town. It covered the central square with a boundary of two blocks on either side along with a two-block wide corridor from a city-owned parking lot about five blocks away and another two-block corridor to a large city owned park named Anderson Field where some events would be held.

She started walking into the bedroom still talking to me, "I need to change out of my work clothes."

I stood to wait for her to change and come back, but she said, "We're married for crying out loud and I sleep naked every night. Come in and we'll talk while I change."

She had her shirt off by the time we got to our room. She dropped it on the bed then unsnapped her bra and shrugged it off then rubbed her breasts. She was only rubbing them in relief and it was not meant to be sexy, but it sure was to me.

She was standing there topless and said, "I talked to Harry this morning and told him that I would emcee the festival and he was happy. I told him we were working on a costume with pasties and fig leaves. He was a bit disappointed but overall it was a win. Thanks for agreeing to this. Harry bought the entire place lunch."

She saw me looking at her boobs as she unsnapped her khakis then sat on the bed and removed them. She smirked and pushed her panties half down and stood nude except for socks in front of me, "Do you like what you see?"

I nodded. She kissed me, "I'm glad you desire me."

She just continued her story but pulled her panties back up, "So. He is agreeable if a bit disappointed that I wasn't doing it naked."

She giggled a bit, "Imagine me naked in front of a thousand people in the middle of Barton Falls."

I teased her, "You giggled, I think you like the idea of running around without a top and your ass on display."

She gave me some side eye, "I think YOU are the one excited."

I was not excited but kept teasing her, "You were the one who was smiling on Saturday when you said it was naughty."

She removed her socks then countered, "You want me naked in front of everyone we know." She stuck her tongue out at me.

I teased, "You don't have the guts anyway."

Something changed in her eyes and she looked at me and said, "Challenge accepted."