Debbie, 23F Trophy Wife

Debbie Dubois couldn’t be happier when her 55 year old boyfriend had proposed to her at their favorite restaurant and he expressed how he wanted to have a quick turnaround date for the wedding. To make it even better, her new fiancé was not giving her a budget which allowed her to splurge for the wedding of her dreams. She almost wanted to laugh at all of her friends and family member that said having a drastically older boyfriend was just wrong and there was no way they actually loved one another. She was enamored by the amount of diamonds on her ring finger.

“This is so exciting for me, hun. I only have one request from you,” he said pulling out a folded piece of paper from his coat jacket. “I only need you to sign this paper and I will never have reservations about our commitment to one another.” Maybe it had been the few glasses of celebratory champagne or just pure examination for her new life, Molly signed the document without even reading it.

“I couldn’t be happier with my life than I am at this moment, darling,” Debbie said taking her gaze off of her finger to look into her soon to be husband’s eyes. Fast forward to the wedding of her dreams complete with a carriage, trained peacocks and even a surprise toast from her favorite actor Ryan Gosling. Her dress looked absolutely radiant and angelic as she walked down the aisle and joined her soon to be husband. Tears were shed from both partners and everyone that had hated the idea of them realized that love was possible for even the 30 year age gap. The after party was at a posh LA nightclub that she had rented out for the evening and drank the night away until her new husband whisked her away to the penthouse of the next door hotel where they fucked until the early hours of the next morning.

The smell of coffee broke through the unconsciousness of Debbie’s sleep as she awoke to find herself naked as the day she was born but quickly headed for the kitchen to join her new husband. “Good morning husband~” she said as she sat down at the barstool next to him without a stitch of clothing. She took the prepared mug as he gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“It’s nice to be married isn’t it, sweetheart?” He asked as he looked into her eyes. His eyes wandered down the naked curves of his blushing bride as she sipped her coffee. Large natural breasts jiggled above her athletic and trim body. Though he couldn’t see it in all of its glory since she was sitting down her left ass cheek could be seen hanging off the edge to give a glimpse of her perfect butt. Her natural body was one truly sculpted my the gods and he would never let her ever try to enhance it.

“Oh most definitely! I can’t wait for the honeymoon!” She said kicking her feet around like a giddy child. “When are we planning to leave, my love?”

“Well I’m ready to go and it looks like you are too!” He said getting up from his stool. She looked down at her naked body and then at her husband with a perplexing look.

“Honey I’m naked as can be,” she said with a chuckle. “I need to at least put on a dress or even a big shirt.”

“Actually…you agreed to be naked once we were married,” he said pulling out the piece of paper that was not familiar to Debbie. Her signature was at the bottom as she skimmed through the document and saw the line that read: Debbie agrees to forever be naked after their wedding date.

She looked up at her husband with a smirk and asked, “Is this another one of your silly jokes?”

“I’m afraid not, darling. Even our lawyer put his seal at the bottom,” he said grabbing the rest of her coffee cup. At first, Debbie grimaced at being naked but then again…she already wore so little so wearing nothing wouldn’t even be that much different.

“Soooo…I won’t get arrested like this right?” Debbie asked as she stood up from her chair.

“Not at all honey! Here is your first id with your new last name,” he said handing her an ID that said nudist license with her husband’s last name rather than Dubois. She was so ecstatic to see it that she hugged her husband and gave him a plethora of kisses. She had to admit the excitement was more about the last name and less about being a nudist, but at least she agreed that she no longer had to worry about what to pack.