New Naked Standard

My eyes suddenly blink open, and I shake my head. It's sunny out now, highlighting my exposed curves quite well in the process. My mind realises quickly that it really happened, but I also just agreed to be 'his' and to remain naked and at his side. With his travelling carney.

His hand rubs around me, moving across the small of my back, and I turn to face him. We kiss, and we smirk at each other. "Morning, my wife who was foretold. I hope you'll enjoy never wearing a stick on, outside of safety, of course."

I manage to nod, feeling the warmth he's radiating, in stark contrast to the cool spring breeze blowing across my body, still not covered in a single stitch of fabric. I lean into it, finding myself enjoying the exposure, noticing so many walking around, this way and that, as they get ready for the day. "Of course, for you I'll make do."

A young woman walks up, practically marching straight at me from an oblique angle, coming to a dead halt right before me. She had on a tight outfit, highlighting her every curve, down to her nipples. It left her arms and much of her back exposed, and her pants tightly tucked straight into her deep brown boots. "Well, good, you're awake. Once you have had something to eat, we can discuss your duties. Believe it or not, even taking a foretold marriage aside, we all have things to do here. Besides being eye candy for the tall, well-endowed man."

She moves her hair aside, as if briefly nervous about that last statement. "Anyway, as you should tell by now, I'm in charge, and my word is law. You get all that, ginger zinger?"

I gasp, surprised at this reception. I glance at my new hubby, who simply shrugs. I look back at her, nodding back, hard enough for my breasts to bounce gently, distracting one of the workers. Who caught, gets back to work, whispering a discussion plainly about me, but one I can make out. "Yes, ma'am. Do what you say. Got it."

"Good. At least someone can catch what I'm saying without having me repeat it five times. I'll be watching your performance and adjusting as needed. See ya around, show nymph." She manages a smirk, slapping me on the right side of my ass, opposite Brett, before heading off.

We end up kissing. "Well, it seems she likes you. She did smack your ass at the end, soo... hey, let's get something to eat." I manage a nod back, feeling his hand wrapping tight around me, wiggling my nakedness around. It turns out he takes the long way around, parading his new wife before as many as possible. Quite a few happy greetings and reply laters, and we step up to a rather exposed wash station. I was my hands, feeling my breasts bounce, ass shaking the whole time gently, the whole time I'm reminding myself how many can see me, and this is my new normal now, forever naked as a carnival tall man's wife. Well, could be worse.

I giggle as I catch him staring at me, enjoying the experience, remembering what happened the night before. He lifts me up, and my amusement grows into open laughter as he suddenly picks me up, carrying me along to where they are having breakfast. So distracted by it all, I hardly remember what we had. We did end up talking, and I remember finding myself rather hungry. As we ate, I felt a few others slapping my ass, greeting us as a pair, and joining us.

Once we're done, the woman from before, still immaculate as ever, sits down before us. "Now that we're all caught up, ready to get to work?