I Married a Nudist!

An excerpt from I Married a Nudist!

"Isn't it a little warm in here?" Joyce asked. She pulled off the scarf she had wrapped around her throat. Suddenly, the whole nape of her neck was bare, revealing a dangerously plunging neckline on her blouse. "I'm a little warm."

"Joyce," I said quietly, "that's enough."

She laughed at me and rocked back and forth, emphasizing her breasts. "What's wrong, Manny? Man, you've sure got hang ups!"

"Stop talking like a teenager," I said, "and act your age." But the others were no better. Her friends and mine were all using the same slang the kids in bobby sox were using: swell, square, hip. Everybody wanted to be "with it."

Joyce went into the kitchen with a couple of the other wives. Betty's husband Dave began to tell me about some ridiculous thing Betty had heard about—a party where everyone put their car keys in a bowl at the door and the ladies chose them at random... Then they went home with whoever's husband the keys belonged to.

"You can't be serious!" I scoffed. "Where did they do this?"

"Right here in San Fran!" he claimed.

But just then, the pocket doors to the kitchen opened a crack. "Hiya, boys," Joyce said, peeking thru. "You're in for a treat.... It's lady nudist night!"

The doors slid open and there stood Joyce, stark naked, showing off her gorgeous body like a queen. Behind her was Betty and one of the other wives, just as nude and just as lovely. I was shocked and outraged. I couldn't believe that she had deliberately broken her promise to me.

Betty stepped forward. "Sit back and relax, fellas. We're here to serve you this evening—in the raw!"