The Naked Bride

The ceremony began with me waiting at the front next to the minister, my groomsmen and Chelsea's bridesmaids. There was a full audience of friends and family. The music started and everyone looked back. There was a long moment where there was nothing. Then Chelsea appeared.

She'd wanted so badly to wear a wedding dress. It's tradition, she'd pointed out. But I held firm, and convinced everyone else that this was Chelsea's nudist reality now. It took a lot of work on my part, but I was not going to let a clothed bride spoil our special day.

So, she stepped out totally naked. I allowed her the veil, which draped over her face and hair, obscuring them slightly. Below that her pale, pinkish skin was totally bare. Her small breasts stood at attention, nipples erect and jutting out and up slightly. Her small belly jiggled below. She'd wanted so badly to lose weight before this day, but the stress and busy schedule of planning our wedding prevented her from doing so. Below that her hairless crotch between her bare stubby legs. She'd wanted to wear heels, but I forbid it as well. So, on her small bare feet, exposed to everyone she emerged holding her boutique...