"Lonely wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (LeChance Adrian Noel)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN A NUDIST WEDDING
In the days that followed Randi and Les spent every waking and sleeping moment together.
She initially felt a slight guilt for allowing herself to fall in love with another man when she was already married. However it took only a short time until she was able to convince herself of the truth: she had never really loved David. She had been in lust with him, not in love. Now she was in love with Les and her lust for him was simply an aspect of their emotions for each other.
They discussed the possibilities of their future together and Randi was east into a difficult situation. Did she want to continue with her partner, changing as she had just over the last few days or should she accept the love that was being offered by Les and settle into a new routine with him.
Randi talked at length with Les. She told him about David and their years together. She talked about Alex and she told him of their sex together. Les understood.
She spoke too of Clay and Dave and Cindy. She bared it all to Les to examine and in return he told her his story, start to finish.
They looked carefully at each other and they considered where their love for each other could take them.
Les was more philosophical; he explained to her that at their respective ages they could not afford to dally for too long. Randi accepted what he said, thought and believed.
When Randi talked of her desires and ambitions with Les she believed that he cared and she had no problems detailing for him the things that she thought it would take to make her truly happy.
Randi told him, "I've always played a role. I was the proper wife and I called myself Mrs. I never felt good about that marriage. Now I want to be a Mrs. again but I want to share your name. I want to share your life. If you want to continue on here at Fantasyland, I will work, side by side with you to make your new career a big success."
Les was so thrilled with her promise and her honesty that he gathered her into his arms and wept tears of true joy. When he could speak, he said, "Randi, I promise you that in the years to come I will be yours. Yes, we will remain here at Fantasyland and we will even allow one another the right and the freedom to experiment and explore but it will be only in the fulfillment of fantasy."
They struck their prenuptial agreement. Les gathered all the club members together by mailed out invitations. He had not realized that so many people belonged to the club until he went through all the files in the office. He found that more than 200 people were regular members and some 350 more were guests at frequent intervals.
When the date arrived for Les and Randi to make their announcement to the members they spent several hours in preparation. Both were freshly shaved from neck to ankle again. Both were showered, oiled and perfumed and not a single hair was out of place when the barber and hairdresser finished with them.
Together they walked into the large pavilion and garden all the members and guests had gathered to hear the announcement that their new director was to be wed.
Under a bright sunshine, beneath a wide canopy of desert willows, the membership sat in silent expectation.
When Les and Randi walked onto the grassy knoll that served as the tanning, lounging area, where picnics could be held and where they were safe from the scrutiny of the curious, they climbed onto a makeshift podium and, naked, greeted the members and guests.
It was a glorious event for the sexualist and for the nudist. In a time and place where people were free to indulge in the natural things of this world, the handsome couple announced they would be married.
Applause thundered from the many new friends and Randi was moved to happy tears. Les tried to stifle his emotions and to maintain control of his crackling voice but he could not. With his best effort he presented himself and Randi as their co-managers and announced that they would be married soon and would share duties and responsibilities.
When the shouts and cheers died down Les announced too that a party was going to follow. He shouted to them, "The party is on. If it feels good, do it. Enjoy yourselves!"
The celebration lasted from Friday night through to Monday morning. It was a time of feasting and partying. The members were treated to live entertainment and they had dances in the huge old lodge that usually served as orgy house.
There were exhibitions of sexuality and there were plenty of men and women among the collected guests to enjoy the displays.
It wasn't just his celebrity status they applauded. It was the fact that justice was working with the Fantasyland members and guests to help achieve the liberation and fulfillment they believed was their due.
The music began and Les and Randi began their walks down two different aisles to meet at the foot of the stage where they would join hands and walk the final few steps together to stand before the magistrate and exchange their vows of marriage publicly.
Randi was naked, as was everyone else, except that she carried a small bouquet of flowers and around one ankle she wore a chain of daisies. The daisy chain was to signify her willing participation in a free marriage.
They completed their walks and met at the center of the gathering, they linked arms and walked to the J.P.. There they spoke the words that would unite them in love and in honest expression for the rest of their lives.
When the wedding ended, the naked throngs shouted and cheered and the partying began anew.
Randi had clutched in her hand, unnoticed by everyone, a folded sheet of paper that was her passport to freedom and happiness; the court order that decreed she was no longer wed to David and was now a free agent, free to choose Les and the life he would walk through with her.