"You mean I'm going to be a mommy?" Vicki inquired happily. "And I'll have twins too? Oh Jack, my belly will be so huge!"
"Yeah," I replied, "and you'll look great, too!"
A thought suddenly came over me.
"But the way you walk, it may put you really off balance. We'll have to ask the doctor about that. I don't want you to fall."
"Me neither!" she asserted. "I take small steps to keep my balance though. Maybe it will be okay. I'll just be extra careful, that's all."
I smiled, and did my best to brush it aside. I shouldn't have said anything so soon, or at least until I decided it may have been a legitimate concern. It was probably nothing to worry about anyway, and now, I may have instilled some trepidation in her over it.
"I'm sure it will, Sweetheart." I agreed. "I know you'll be extra careful too. You'll make a very good mother."
Vicki beamed at my response.
"Thank you, Jack." she replied. "I know you'll make a wonderful father for our kids too. I can't wait to marry you and have a family together. You know, that reminds me of something else."
"What's that?" I inquired.
"Our wedding!" she exclaimed. "Oh Jack, we have to make plans! Who to invite, where to have it and all. I wonder if they'd let us have it at the military park?" she mused.
"Instead of a church or something?" I asked. "You don't want to go down the aisle?"
"I've never been to church." she answered. "I think I'd like to have it outdoors, with all of our friends and family there. I know this though, wherever we get married, I want a nude wedding. At least I'm going to be nude. I'd like for you and all of the guests to be nude too. What do you think?"
"I think that you would make a very beautiful bride wearing nothing but her veil." I replied. "In fact, I would like very much for you to be completely nude. I'm not certain how comfortable I would be standing there without anything on though, and I'm quite certain that the majority of the guests would be more than a little uncomfortable enough seeing you or both of us nude, so asking them to take their clothes off might be a bit much. They probably wouldn't want to come at all."
Vicki looked disappointed.
"But it would be so nice for everyone to be nude together!" she protested. "I guess you're right though. Most people don't understand how it feels to go around without any clothes on."
She sighed dejectedly, and I felt very badly for her. I know how much she loved being nude; especially in front of other people, and how she wanted others to share that experience with her. It was very difficult for her to comprehend why other people didn't feel the same way that she did about certain things, and this was one of them.
To her, being nude meant being free, and she didn't understand that to most people, being nude meant being uncomfortable or even embarrassing; or outright vulgar to some. I had to try and understand her feelings and viewpoints, and do my best to accommodate them without alienating those we wanted to attend our cherished event.
"I have an idea." I suggested. "I will agree to be nude as well, but let's not ask anyone in attendance to be so. We will explain in the invitations of our special ceremony, and that we do not expect anyone else to attend clothes-free, however, after a certain point during the reception, anyone who wishes to join us being clothes-free will have the option at that point, to remove their clothes and join us in an au naturale setting. What do you think?"
Vicki pondered my suggestion for a few moments, and then nodded vigorously in response; grinning broadly.
"Oh yes, Darling!" she bubbled. "I love it, Jack! And I love you too!"
She threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately on the mouth.
"I want so much, to be your wife." she said quietly. "I want to please you and give you lots of children. I want to make you as happy as you have made me."
"Aww, Sweetheart," I responded gently, "you already have. Just don't stop being who you are. That's what makes me happy. Your love and loyalty means more than you can imagine."
"I don't know..." she said dubiously, "I have a pretty big imagination."
"Well imagine this:" I postulated. "Us going to the courthouse in the morning to get you registered as a legal nudist. Then, you being able to walk around nude in public without a care in the world."
Vicki closed her eyes.
"I'm imagining it." she replied. "It sounds wonderful!"
"Then let's get some sleep so that we can make it happen." I said with a grin.
"Oh you!" she exclaimed. "I can't wait though. I hate I had to put my top on for dinner tonight, because of the sign on the door. That really sucks, telling people they won't be served if they aren't wearing shirts or shoes."
"Well, after you get registered, they won't be able to discriminate against you anymore." I replied. "It won't matter what the sign says. If anyone tries to bar you from their establishment simply because you aren't wearing any clothes, they can be sued for discrimination under the new laws. So, don't worry your pretty little blonde head over it, okay? Try and get some sleep, as excited as I know you are, and we'll take care of everything first thing in the morning."
"Okay, Jack." she replied, snuggling up against me. "I love you, my dearest man. Good night and sweet dreams."
"Sweeter dreams." I replied with a smile.
I turned the light off, and a few minutes later drifted off to sleep. I had crazy dreams all night about us getting married nude in different places; each one more bizarre than the one before it. The last one was us being wed as a royal couple, with the whole thing being broadcast live on television around the world! To say that her suggestion and desire to have a nude wedding was affecting my dreams was an understatement!
I awoke to the very pleasant sensation of Vicki's warm, wet mouth engulfing my penis and slowly stroking it with her lips, as she sucked it expertly. I sighed and smiled, opening my eyes to the sight of my dick inside of her mouth, as her head bobbed up and down. It wasn't long, before I let my load loose inside her mouth. She took it all, like a dutiful wife would do for her husband, and swallowed every last drop with gusto.
Vicki ran her tongue all over the underside of my dick, cleaning up every last drop, before taking her mouth from it. She smiled broadly at me, and then snuggled up against me, running her fingers through my hair.
"Good morning, my Love." she said sweetly, as she gently licked her lips. "Was that a nice way to wake up?"
"It was." I said with a smile. "I'd love to wake up to that every morning!"
"Then I will do that for you!" she asserted dutifully. "No more alarm clocks for my special man! From now on, you tell me when you want to get up, and I will suck you awake, okay? You just lay there and let your darling Vicki suck your dick until you cum in my mouth. Then, we can both get up and shower together. I will do this for you every morning for as long as you want. Nothing is too good for the father of my children. I told you Jack, I will make you the happiest man in the world.
"Then, while you're getting dressed, I'll fix your breakfast. I won't have to worry about getting dressed any more," she giggled, "so I can spend that time making you scrambled eggs and sausage. While you're eating your delicious breakfast, I'll slide under the table and suck your cock until it's hard again. Then while you're eating, I'll give you another wonderful blowjob, and you can cum in my mouth all over again! While you're swallowing the protein from your eggs, I'll be swallowing the protein from your sperm. Would you like that?"
"Very much." I replied. "Why don't we take that shower together and get dressed, so that we can be at the courthouse when it opens? The sooner we get there, the sooner you can register and take your clothes back off."
"Sounds good to me." she agreed.
We had a very cozy shower together, then dressed and headed out. Vicki chose to wear nothing but a pair of denim shorts, a thin white tee shirt and a pair of black and white high-top Keds. She looked really cute too, but not as cute as she would look once she was wearing nothing but the sneakers. We arrived at the county court complex just as it was opening, so we were the first to arrive at the County Registrar's office. He greeted us personally, as his clerk hadn't arrived yet.
"Good morning!" he said cordially. "How may I help you two this morning?"
"Good morning, yourself." I replied. "My fiancee and I would like a marriage license, and in addition, she would also like to become a registered nudist."
He smiled at my reply as though I had made a humorous remark.
"The marriage license I can help you with okay, but there's no such thing as registering to become a nudist." he replied. "Your fiancee is pretty cute though, and I'll admit that while I would love to see her nude, there is nothing to make it legally happen. I wish there was some sort of registry to make all of this happen, but at this point in time there isn't. I'm sorry."
"It's a federal ruling." I replied. "Registered nudists are now a protected class. She was just hired by the Park Service to become their first clothes-free docent. She needs the paperwork so that she can get her ID."
"Like I said," he responded, "I'd really like to help you out, but as far as I know, there's no such thing as registering to be a nudist."
"Then you need to contact a federal judge." I said politely but firmly. "Even if you don't have the proper forms here in the office, you can download them, I'm sure. You're an elected official. You should stay on top of this stuff. Not trying to be a hard ass here, but if you don't get the proper forms for her to fill out, you and the county will be in violation of the ruling, and subject to a discrimination lawsuit against nudists."
The registrar suddenly smiled again.
"C'mon, did Herbie put you up to this?" he inquired. "I haven't been back in the States for twenty four hours yet, and he's trying to get me already. You guys!"
He let out a laugh.
"So, did you really need a marriage license, or was that just part of the act?" he asked with a guffaw. "You two are good. Are you local talent or something?"
"No," I replied, in a somewhat annoyed tone, "we are a couple who need a marriage license, and my fiancee needs a nudist license on top of it. Just getting back in the States? Where the hell have you been, anyway?"
"I've been in Puerta Vallarta for the past two weeks, why?" he answered in a slightly stuck-up tone of voice.
I looked sat Vicki and shrugged.
"That explains it." I responded. "Look, this isn't a gag. No one's playing a joke on you. I have no idea who the hell Herbie is, but this was a federal ruling that went into effect while you were out of the country whether you realize it or not - and I'm serious - you need to call a federal judge and get the proper forms, or else I'm calling my attorney."
"You're serious?" he said dubiously. "This isn't a joke?"
"Do I look like I'm fucking laughing?" I snapped. "You're pissing me off."
"No, but that sort of language is extremely inappropriate." he said with a frown. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Smile!" Vicki called out from my left, as she held her phone up. "You're being recorded discriminating against me by refusing to issue me a nudist license. This is all live streaming, by the way."
The registrar looked flustered.
