“Are you sure?”
My question was directed toward the Silver Shield’s shrink on the other end of my phone line. The subject was the possibility that my wife Connie could finally come home after being in our holding cells for the last month plus weeks because of her being a cured vampire. Many of the others cured vampires had already gone home to their families and loved ones. There were a few who had willfully chosen vampirism and they had been spirited away to Silver Shields research facilities. The only one left that had not been cleared was my wife Connie. She refused to go to research as she had already done that once. Her only options were to go home or stay in the holding cell. Based on the doctor on the end of the line though she could go home and he reassured me it would be OK. Connie had absolutely no desire to return to her former vampire life. I hung up the phone.
“Well Tequila, it looks like Connie can come home.”
Tequila nodded and then took me by the hand and led me down the stairs to the holding cell area. We found our way to Connie’s cell. She was still dressed in the orange jumpsuit of a prisoner and her flip-flops. She looked up and she smiled. She looked forward to my daily visits but she stood up when both of us entered into the room.
“Where’s the guard?”
“Guards are for prisoners. You ready to go home?”
She ran over and threw herself around my neck. She kissed me deeply and then headed out the cell door pulling me behind her and me pulling Tequila behind me. We led her upstairs and she looked around but I could see she was anxious about something.
“You know, I used to hate this place. Thought it was taking you away from me. Now it is one of the most wonderful sights I have seen in a long time. I really am going to enjoy spending more time here.”
“Well, this is a great pub, thing is though we have a new house you know?”, I reminded her.
“Yeah, I am looking forward to seeing it. It’s a manor house on the edge of town?”
“Yes, I think we should go there right now. We have a lot to talk about.”
I told Margareta to hold down the fort. She nodded and we headed outside. I knew that Tequila had ordered a cab but it had not arrived yet as we stepped out the door. I felt odd at that point. I was standing with my left hand in Connie’s and my right hand clasped to Tequila’s. It was the three of us standing together hand in hand and I was wondering to myself how this was going to workout.
I had never intended to have two wives. That is just how things had worked out. I am however a man who believes that giving your word is important and I had given my word to both of these women that I would love them and take care of them. The weak link in this triangle was the fact that the two women involved had made no such commitment to each other. This thing was ultimately going to rise and fall based on their relationship and that was the one great unknown. They had been talking a lot over the last month and that had created some changes already.
The cab arrived and I opened the door and Connie got in, followed by me and then Tequila. I held both women’s hands as we rode to our manor home. A home that had been altered slightly to accommodate this new situation. Basically, the master bedroom was where I was going to sleep. Who I would sleep with would depend on which woman had her turn based on an arrangement between the two women. Two of the guest bedrooms on the second floor had been converted into bedrooms for each of the women when it wasn’t her turn to be with me. There was going to be no trois in this relationship.
We arrived at the front doors and I knew this was where the first big hurdle was going to have to be addressed. We paid the cab and entered the entryway. I could tell Connie was nervous because she knew that Tequila and I declared our home ‘clothing optional’ from the very first day. Connie and I had not been naked in each other’s presence for a long time and she had been before her conversion to vampirism very prudish when it came to nudity. She said she had changed her feelings about it but she had not yet taken the plunge. The two women when it came to this had some similarities as Tequila would never appear naked in public because of her very intimate tattoo that she only wanted her husband to see first on her wedding day. I had seen it and so she was much more relaxed about it. The thing is at home Tequila would rather be in her skin than clothes.
We stood I the entryway for a few seconds looking up at the sign on the wall. It declared that this was clothing optional household and that there was good chance that you would see naked people beyond that point. I stood between the two women as they both looked at it. Both of them looked like they were both wrestling with it but because they were different women, probably in different ways.
Tequila released my hand and motioned for me to move out of the way so she and Connie could be face to face. Tequila then spoke.
“I want to help you with this. But first I want to make a promise first. I will never be greedy about our husband or try to manipulate the situation to get him all to myself. I will respect his love for you as long as you respect his love for me.”
“I agree and make the same promise to you.”
“OK, there is a necessity then for this house to be a nudist household. You and I will never be sexually intimate as neither of us believes that is right for us. But we need to be as close as possible and that kind of intimacy will be helped along only if we are completely transparent and open with each other like we are with our husband. The symbol of that reality will be that we will be nudists the moment we walk in those doors. Agreed?”
“Yes, I see your point and I agree.”
“Ok, then. I will undress you and you undress me.”
I watched as the two women took turns removing each others clothing. Soon there was a pile of clothing on the floor consisting of an orange jumpsuit, a barmaid outfit, and underwear. Once both women were naked I could tell how different they were. Yet, I loved them both. Connie was shorter than Tequila but her time as a vampire had slimmed her down so her curves were less pronounced than Tequila’s. Tequila was curvy but darker completed and had dark hair. Connie was shorter but slimmer and lighter in skin which matches her lighter brown hair. Connie was much older than Tequila but both of them looked similar in age. Probably another side effect of Connie’s former vampirism.
The two women hugged each other, Not that lean over and hug politely hug wither, this was like two women who were two close sisters hugging and then they gave each other a peck on the cheek. Then they turned and faced me.
“Now, let us undress our husband together.”
I stood there between them as they removed my clothes and added them to the pile. Both of them moved very close to me when they were finished and I slipped an arm around each one of the now naked waists. Tequila and Connie for their part placed their arms around my waist and we entered the home leaving the pile of clothes behind us. Connie broke away one we got inside as she looked around awestruck and then Tequila and I gave her the nickel tour so she knew where everything was. Then we headed upstairs.
I stopped at the door of the master bedroom. Tequila released my hand and then turned to face me. She kissed me deeply and then walked away toward her room. I watched her lovely sway until she disappeared behind her door. I looked over at Connie and she smiled. She took my hand and led me into the master bedroom. Once inside she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. Then we renewed full marital relations.
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