So now I was on my way home with this wish-granting ring. Funny, I thought to myself. I really couldn’t think of any wishes I wanted granted. I was finally accepting of myself, I was in love with a wonderful man, I had a good job and lived in a great house. What more could I want? I wondered.
I reached home. I was still getting used to the idea that Craig’s home was my home. I parked my car in the garage and entered the house. I glanced at my watch. It was 4:00. That meant Craig would only be in one place in the house. While our mansion was big, we only needed a few people to work around the house. We had a butler and a maid who worked full-time. We also had a chef and a gardener who worked part-time. The butler and the maid both had the day off, so I could be a little reckless.
There was one special part of the house that was off limits to everyone but Craig, me and a few select people. None of our employees were allowed there. In fact, they didn’t even know about it, since it was secret. That was where I was headed. Our garage opened into our laundry room. I took off my shoes and walked out of the laundry room into the kitchen. As I walked through the kitchen I took off my shirt and dropped it on the floor. The kitchen connected to what we called our breakfast room. It was a room for eating, but wasn’t like a formal dining room. I walked through this room and unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I entered the next room, a living room, as my pants fell down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and left them there.
The living room connected to a room that was currently closed. This was our private study. If the doors were closed, it meant that no one but me and Craig were allowed to enter. Sometimes it would be locked, sometimes it wouldn’t. Since today was the off day for the house employees, it would be unlocked. I opened the door and walked in. As soon as I entered, I took off my socks and my boxers. I was completely naked now. I walked to the far wall. There was a painting in between two large bookcases. I pushed the painting up, then down, then left, then right. The book case on the right swung open to reveal a secret staircase. I hurriedly walked down the staircase.
This staircase led to our private gym area. I say gym area, because there was more than a gym at the bottom of this staircase. There was also a shower, a Jacuzzi and what we jokingly called a party room. There was one concrete rule for entering this secret area: clothes were forbidden. Craig and I realized that we both enjoyed being free of clothes when we could. We couldn’t actually live as nudists, so once I moved in, we made this part of the house our nudist zone. I don’t know what the rooms had been used for before Craig bought the mansion, and neither did he. Besides the two of us, there were only three other people who were allowed in here.
Before I finished descending the staircase, Craig called out, “You’re late, babe.”
“I know,” I said. “I’ll tell you why in a second.”
At the bottom of the staircase I turned to the left and entered the gym. Craig was working out on one of the weight machines. As I indicated, he was just as naked as I was. “What’s going on?” he asked as I approached.
“See this?” I asked as I held out my hand for him to see the ring. We’d given each other engagement rings, but we didn’t regularly wear them, so this magic ring was the only one I wore right now. “It grants wishes.”
“Oh, yea?” he asked. His voice was disinterested since he was focused on his workout. He didn’t laugh at me or say he didn’t believe me, however.
“Yea, I saw the newswoman on the street and I wished for her clothes to disappear. They did, she screamed, I wished them back on and then wished for her to forget it. All of that happened!” I explained.
Craig stopped his workout. He looked at me and asked, “You’re not kidding?”
“Nope, not at all,” I said. “In fact, I know how to prove it!”