Getting Married Set Me Free – Our first Christmas and second honeymoon.

[VanessaEvans]

Getting Married Set Me Free – Our first Christmas and second honeymoon.
by Vanessa Evans

Recap

When I married Dylan I quickly discovered that there was much more fun to be had in life than my strict catholic upbringing by my mother and the nuns at the all girls catholic school that I went to had taught me. Dylan fully supports me in my completely different lifestyle. He earns plenty so that I don’t have to work but I fill my time with other, regular activities that I find very rewarding.


On Mondays I help out working at a friend’s (Bethany) shop where she makes and sells revealing clothing for ‘adventurous’ young women. Bethany also runs 2 websites, one for the clothing that she sells, and the other that is a soft porn site. I appear on both these websites and am making money out of the latter.


Tuesdays I visit my personal trainer, James, in a private room at the local leisure centre for a workout, James has a very, literally, ‘hands on’ approach to young women clients and I workout nude with James feeling how my muscles respond to the exercises. The other thing with James is that he’s helping me strengthen my pussy muscles. You see Dylan has bought me a butt plug with a handle which is about 10cm long and consist of 5 gold coloured balls, slightly smaller than table tennis balls, all stuck together. Dylan bought it for me to use as a butt plug but I’m trying to get it to stay in my pussy. Dylan tells me that I look great in short skirts with the gold handle sticking out of me. I walk to the leisure centre with it in my pussy and workout with it still in me. James slaps my butt whenever it slides out.

After my workouts I go for a swim, in a very brief and see-through bikini, then into the sauna where I have become friendly with an elderly man, Pete, who also goes there every Tuesday morning. Pete appears to enjoy me sitting where he can look at my naked body, especially after I’ve been in the plunge pool where the freezing water really enhances my 3 interesting nubs.


Wednesday evenings are self defence classes where Caleb asks students to wear the type of clothes that we would wear on a night out around town so that we get used to defending ourselves in the type of clothing that we would be wearing when we are most likely to be attacked. With me that’s very little and the rest of the students frequently see that I never wear bras or knickers.


Thursdays are naked yoga evenings with my friend Lucy where Amber puts us through all sorts of very revealing poses.


Fridays are naked jogging in the park that our house backs on to. The British weather has made me miss a few runs but when I do go I find it very exhilarating. The part of the park that I run in doesn’t have many visitors on a Friday morning but I have given a few dog walkers a pleasant surprise, especially as the cold weather makes my nipples and clit as large as they ever get, and they throb quite a lot as I jog along making me very horny.


Saturdays are spent entirely with my lover, my husband.


Sundays are Dylan’s Rugby game days and I usually go and watch the game. The weather is always cold and I wear just a warm coat and boots but I get warmed up in the showers after the games where a few of us wives and girlfriends reward the guys for the efforts.


Oh just in case you had been wondering, after I had the contraceptive implant just before I got married, I haven’t had a period. When it was due the first time there was just a small trickle and ever since, nothing. This has really pleased both me and Dylan.


Right, now to tell you about our first Christmas together.


Part 1

Christmas celebrations started early with the first event being the Rugby Club’s CMNF Christmas Dinner on the first Friday of December. After Oscar had come up with the idea of making the Christmas Dinner a CMNF event, word soon got around the team and enough of the female partners had agreed to attend naked that Oscar, the team captain, formally announced that this year’s Christmas Dinner would be CMNF.

Oscar and Tom had got on with organising everything and the names of all those who would be attending were collected and monies collected. In the showers after the match 2 weeks prior to the Dinner I’d asked Oscar how many males and how many females would be at the Dinner.

“Sorry to spoil your fun Esther,” Oscar replied, “but there will be 11 other naked girls there.”

Then he added,

“You won’t be the sole main attraction but you will be the most beautiful woman there. Oops, don’t tell Ellie that I said that.”


Yes, if you had forgotten, at least 3 of us wives or partners went to support ‘our’ team at each match and rewarded them in the showers afterwards for each point that they scored.


The big Friday night arrived and Dylan and I got a Uber to the Club house with me wearing just a pair of 4 inch heels and one of my warm winter coats. It was early and only Oscar and Ellie were there when we got there. Thankfully it was warm inside the building and my coat quickly joined Ellie’s hanging in the changing rooms.


The caterers were the next to arrive in a big van. The 3 guys were all smiles when they saw Ellie and I as they carried the first of the containers into the kitchen, one of the guys telling Oscar that he’d never been 100% sure that he believed Oscar when he said that it was a CMNF Dinner.

Two of the guys went back to the van to get more containers whilst the third guy started getting the kitchen organised and telling Ellie and me what we’d have to do when they left.

The guy’s jeans told me that he was enjoying the experience just as much as I was, my inner thighs were quite wet.


The Rugby Club’s kitchen isn’t very big and soon the 3 guys, Ellie, me, then Daisy and Lucy were all in there, the 3 guys struggling to concentrate on what they were telling us whilst we all moved around the kitchen, bumping into each other as the guys talked and us girls listened and looked. My bare, little tits brushed against all 3 guys at least once and all 3 of them had had had their hands around my bare waist as we squeezed passed each other before the guys finally left.


Satisfied that the food was keeping hot, we girls went out into the main room to see how things were going and to ask when they wanted the meal serving.


I was surprised to see that all the tables had been arranged in 2 rows and that there were lots of guys and lots of naked girls all standing around talking and drinking. I also saw some strange looking frames and bags at one end of the room.


Dylan and Oscar came over to Ellie and me and before Ellie or I could say anything, Oscar said,

“Just waiting for Ben and Carrie then we can get started.”

Dylan came and stood beside me, put his arm around me and asked me if I was okay.

“Sure, living the dream, you know that I like being naked around lots of people, even if all the other girls here are naked as well.”

“The guys will do more that look at you before the night’s over Esther.”


Before I could ask him what he meant by that, the outside door opened and in walked the naked Carrie followed by Ben who was holding Carrie’s coat.


There were quite a few jovial comments from the other players about Ben always being late, but one of the guys put a pint in Ben’s hand and what looked like a vodka in Carrie’s hand.

It was then that I saw Tim, the photographer, videographer who had videoed all my contributions to Bethany’s porn website, the one that is providing me with a nice little income. I smiled and guessed that Dylan had booked him to record the evening. I wondered if the video would find its way onto Bethany’s website although I was only expecting us girls to be naked for the evening. As far as I knew nothing else was planned.

Oscar must have also seen Tim entering the room because he loudly announced.

“Your attention please, for those of you who don’t know him, the guy who has just walked in carrying those boxes is Tim, he’s here to video the event and if any of you don’t want your faces to be on the video, let him know and he will either cut out that scene or blur your faces.

Now Ladies, to the kitchen you wenches, you have work to do. Gents, get more drinks, take a seat and leave a space next to you for your naked girl.”

Us 12 girls went into the kitchen where Ellie organised us. I was given the job of laying out the cutlery. As I did so, just about all the guys put their hands on me, some pushing a finger, or 2, inside me. It wasn’t painful because my pussy was wet. These days it’s normally wet all the time but I’d been quite horny ever since we arrived there. All of which meant that plates of starters were arriving before I’d finished laying the tables.

The girls bringing in the plates of food had the same problem (not) as me and I was just waiting for a plate full of food to end up on the floor but the girls were managing well.

When I’d finally finished with the cutlery I went into the kitchen to get more plates and noticed that the other girls were taking it in turns to deliver the plates of food. I guessed that they all wanted to get groped.


Plates of food all on the table us naked girls went to join our partners only to find 3 glasses of wine in front of my place. Dylan leant over to me and kissed me before asking if I was okay.

“Hell yeah.” I replied as I downed the first glass of wine in one go.

I looked around and saw 12 pairs of tits. I saw one girl who had water melon like tits and I felt sorry for her but she seemed to manage okay. The guy next to her certainly appeared to like them. All the other tits appeared to be smaller, going down to mine that appeared to be the smallest, but my erect nipples looked to be the biggest there.

Surprisingly, none of the conversations that I could hear were about us naked girls.

As we ate our starters, Dylan’s hand moved to my bare thigh and slid up to my pussy. I spread my knees and moved my butt to the front of the chair to give him better access.

The starters didn’t take long to finish and Ellie announced that us girls had work to do. I was a little disappointed in her timing because Dylan had got me to the edge but didn’t have the time to take me over it.


Ellie had us girls well organised so that we all spent time out with the guys so that they could show their appreciation for us being naked and I’m sure that I wasn’t the only girl who was close to cumming as the guys fondled our tits and pussies, even if it was only for a few seconds before we left them to go back to the kitchen.


Whilst we were eating the main course I saw that a few of the guys were eating with one hand and that their partners were struggling to eat and had glazed looks on their faces. I was just as bad (or good) and Dylan’s fingers kept taking me to the edge then he’d withdraw them for a few minutes. I also saw Tim walking around the table with his video camera pointing down on some of the girls.

That main course lasted much longer than any meal that I’ve ever had but there again I’d never been edged throughout a meal before.


Once the meal was over and us girls has stacked all the plates and cutlery in the large plastic boxes for the caterers we went and sat next to out partners, Dylan immediately fingering my pussy and getting me up there again. After a few minutes Oscar stood up and loudly announced,

“GUY’S, now that the tables have been cleared we could just continue the evening like we have in previous years, just drinking and talking and drinking, but I suspect that this year you all would prefer to take advantage of the fact that we have 12 beautiful and amazing partners here who I’m sure that you guys have been teasing and edging all evening. I’ve seen lots of sexy female expressions so I’m assuming that none of you have actually taken your girls over the edge and that they are all getting desperate for some relief. Well done guys.”

There was some cheers to that and I knew that Dylan had done a good job of getting me almost desperate for some relief, and by the looks on some of the girls faces, I wasn’t the only one.

I wondered if all the edging was a plan by the guys so that the room would be full of horny girls. I smiled as I thought that it wouldn’t have taken that much, certainly with me.

“A few weeks ago,” Oscar continued, “a few of us went to a couple of parties where we played some games that certainly wouldn’t be allowed at McDonald’s kids parties, and I thought that it would be a good idea to continue those games here tonight.”

I looked around and saw a few puzzled looks but I also saw, and heard, a lot of cheering, mainly from the guys and girls who had been at Lucy and Tom’s, and Dylan’s and my parties.

“Don’t worry you 2 single guys, there will be lots of physical contact but it’s not restricted to the people who came here as couples and I’m sure that you will have as much fun as your team mates who have tied themselves down with a girl. Talking of tied down, there may just be some of that going on as well tonight. Craig, would you like to setup your apparatus at the end of the room please, you and Cindy will probably have a few customers quite soon.”

I, along with a few others looked a little puzzled as Craig and Cindy got up from the table and went to the frames and bags at the end of the room, but my attention was brought back to Oscar as he continued,

“Ladies, and gentlemen, let me assure you that participating in any of the games tonight is not compulsory and no one will think any the less of you if you do not want to participate. Now, enough of me talking, the first game is called, ‘Who’s tits are these?” Ladies, please line up along the front of the bar, but please don’t block it off completely, some of us need to get some more drinks.”

All us 11 girls got up and went and stood in a line in front of the bar. I was one of the last to get there and I saw the only girl there who had some pubic hair, and that was in a narrow landing strip with a bit of a ‘V’ at the bottom making it look like it was an arrow pointing towards her slit. Also, none of the girls were making any attempt to hide their tits or pussies.

I smiled to myself as I thought that we looked like girls at a slave market waiting to be sold.

“Right guys, form a line and put on the blindfolds that you were asked to bring with you.”

That all done, Tom and Oscar went to the front of the line and stood behind the first 2 guys, Oscar saying,

“Girls, swap your place in the line just in case any of the guys could remember who is stood where.”

We did, then Oscar continued,

“Right guys, Tom and I are going to lead each of you up to each girl in turn and where when we tell you, you will gently caress the girls tits for a minute, then you have to guess who the tits belong to. Girls, please keep a note of the guys who guess correctly.”

Two by two, Oscar and Tom led the guys to the front of the girls. When all the guys were in place Oscar said,

“Guys, when I tell you, you have one minute to grope, sorry, caress the tits in front of you and guess who they belong to. Girls, please stuff something in your mouths if you feel like you are going to moan or cum, we want recognition to be by the feeling of your tits, not the sounds of your moaning.”

Then Oscar told the guys to stick their hands out. As hands made contact with bare tits, some having to be guided there by the girls, Oscar added,

“After the minute is up tell the girl who you think she is. Girls, keep a tally of the number or right guesses.”


The guy in front of me was one of the younger, newer, members of the team and he was at the dinner on his own. I had rewarded him in the showers a couple of times because he’d scored some trys, and he’d shot his load over me at the Bukkakes. His hands were a bit rough and he didn’t appear to be very experienced at teasing a girl’s nipples, but I did have to stifle a moan.

All too soon the minute was up and the guys backed off.

“So guys, who’s tits have you just been fondling? Oscar asked. “Girls, don’t tell the guy if he’s right or wrong.”

“You’re Dylan’s missus, Esther, aren’t you? You’ve got the smallest tits here.” The young guy said to me.

I wanted to tell him that he was right but I said nothing. I also realised that the guys who fondled my tits would all probably guess right for the same reason. I also thought that the guys who fondled the girl with the 2 water melons would also guess correctly as well.

After a minute or so, Oscar said,

“Girls keep a count of correct guesses, and also, move to in front of a different guy please.”

We did, squeezing passed each other, our tits rubbing against other tits as we moved around. When we were all in place Oscar told the guys to start fondling.

This guy wasn’t as observant as the first guy and he guessed that I was Amy. I smiled to myself and wondered how he could think that my ‘AA’ tits were Amy’s ‘D’ cup tits.


Us girls shuffled places again and somehow I ended up with Dylan in front of me.

“You’d better get this right mate.” I thought as Dylan’s hands encased my tiny tits.

“Oh yes Esther,” Dylan said, “I’d recognise these anywhere.”

I smiled but kept my mouth shut, even when he rolled his fingers round the ends of my nipples. That guy really knows how to raise my arousal level.

When Oscar called time Dylan said,

“Love you Esther.”


And so the game went on. I was sure that Oscar had us girls moving around rather than the guys, just to stop the fondling from taking any of us girl over the edge. If that was his plan then it was working.


When all the guys, except Oscar, had fondled all the girls, the game ended and the blindfolds came off. Oscar asked if any girl had had all the guys guess correctly and I wasn’t surprised that Melon girl, Jenny, announced that all the guys that had fondled her tits had got it right.

I was sure that I’d get the second highest score because my tits were the smallest there but I wasn’t bothered when Oscar didn’t even try to find out who had the next highest score. Instead he announced,

“Okay everyone, a 10 minute break for everyone to get another drink then we’ll start the next game. It looks like Craig and Cindy are all setup so anyone who wants to try the spanking machine should go over to them.”


By then, Dylan had made his way over to me and before he could say anything I said,

“Can I have a go on the spanking machine please Dylan?”

“You don’t have to ask me Esther, if you want a spanking session go for it, but you might like to delay that until after the next game.”

“What’s the next game Dylan?” I asked.

“Wait and see lover.”


Drinks appeared in our hands and we all stood around talking about the last game and wondering what the next one was.


“Okay everyone,” Oscar announced, the next game is called ‘Who’s pussy is this?’ It’s similar to the last game but girls, you’ll be sat on the tables with your legs spread wide and guys, you’ll be fondling the pussy in front of you. And guys, you’ll be using your fingers not your cocks, if you want to fuck take the girl, whoever she is, into the changing room, there’s a big box of condoms in there.

The other difference is that this time the guys will be moving around so please everyone, arrange the tables in a circle then guys, get in the middle and put your blindfolds on.”

There was an almost frantic couple of minutes as tables were moved and girls jumped on them. It was then that I noticed that Lucy and Tom were missing. My head turned towards the end of the room and I saw Lucy getting strapped onto the spanking machine. I also saw Tim standing next to her with his video camera ready to record Lucy’s ‘punishment’.

Oscar and Tom, who had come back to help Oscar, got all the blindfolded guys into place and the first round got started.

I saw that all the girls were leaning back on their elbows and had their legs spread wide. Some were like me and had pulled our legs back and were holding them near our heads so that the guys had unrestricted access to access to our pussies.

The guy in front of me had fingered me in the showers before, a couple of times, but I doubted that he’d recognise my pussy as his fingers explored me causing me to stifle a moan. I got even more frustrated as one of his fingers had just entered me when Oscar shouted that the time was up. The guy stepped back and said,

“That was your pussy wasn’t it Carol?”

I smiled and thought that some guys really aren’t very observant.


On the game went and again, Dylan recognised my pussy as soon as his hand had been on it for a couple of seconds.

“I’d recognise that clit anywhere.” Dylan said as, unlike all the other guys, he concentrated on my clit and just as Oscar called time I struggled to keep quiet as an orgasm hit me.


I wasn’t the only girl to cum, I’d heard a few stifled moans and seen a few girls bodies shaking and jerking but I was very happy when Dylan pushed me over the edge.


The game finally finished and I was surprised when it was established that my count of guys who had correctly recognised my pussy was quite high. I felt proud that most of the guys had studied my pussy enough to recognise it by touch and not sight.


Just as us girls were getting off the tables we were disturbed by Lucy shouting that she was cumming. All heads turned to watch the very restrained Lucy’s body trying to shake as she shouted,

“YES, YES, don’t switch that bloody thing off yet.”


There was another 10 minute break for drinks and talk about the last game. It would appear that just over half of us girls had now experienced a very public orgasm.

“Enjoy that did you Esther?” Dylan asked me as I sipped yet another glass of wine.

“Hell yes.” I replied. “Can I go and get spanked now?”

“Nope, there’s another game coming that I know you will enjoy, being so small and light you will have an advantage in the next game.”

I wondered what the game could be but I didn’t ask Dylan because I knew that he wouldn’t tell me.


It seemed much more than 10 minutes before Oscar called for order and I saw that Lucy was back but Daisy was missing and TC was stood beside Oscar.

“Okay guys and girls,” Oscar announced, “the last game is going to be a challenge for you. It’s a pussy eating competition but in a position that I doubt that any of you will have tried before. I’m going to give each girl a number and put pieces of paper with those numbers on them in a glass and then each of you guys will pull a number out of the glass and that is the number of the girl who’s pussy you will attempt to eat.

However, the girl won’t be on her back when you try to eat her, nor will she be squatting over your face, she will be on her back and you have to lift her up and pull her up, off the table, so that her back is against your front and her legs are over your shoulders.

Girls, it may help you if you try to keep your knees bent once they are over the guy’s shoulders, and guys, you need to hold the girl’s hands to make sure that she doesn’t fall and land on her head.

Once you’ve got the girl up there you can start to eat her out. The first girl to cum is the winner.”

Oscar came round all us girls and wrote a different number on each of our left tits then he turned to the guys and said,

“Okay guys, who’s first?”

Hands flew to the beer mug then guys started looking for the girl who he was going to taste. As soon as the numbers were matched up the girl got on her back on the nearest table and the guy moved in.

TC had my number and I was soon hanging upside down with my back to his front and my legs bent over his shoulders. I tried to look around to see which lucky girl got Dylan but there were too many hanging girls in the way.

I felt TC groping for my hands and we gripped each other’s wrists as I felt TC’s hot breath on my pussy. Then his tongue touched my slit and I moaned.

I don’t know if Dylan had been giving some tips for him to use on Daisy but he was nearly as good as Dylan. Just before I reached my first climax I saw Tim with his video camera pointing towards my body. My little tits had moved up, or should that be down, my chest and were almost invisible except for my big nipples showing everyone where my little tits were.

As I started to come down from my high I realised that TC was still nibbling my clit and I wondered if Dylan had told him that I really enjoyed that. Before I started to go up there again I looked around. It was a bit strange seeing girl’s heads low down like mine and guy’s heads up at normal height except that the guy’s necks were bent and they enjoyed a late additional course to their Christmas dinner.

I also saw Tim with his video camera quite close to a bald female pubis.

I saw, and heard, 2 girls cumming before I lost interest and concentrated on my approaching second orgasm which turned out to be a very intense one. I knew that my body was shaking and I just hoped that TC was gripping my wrists hard enough.

As the waves of pleasure washed over me and away I realised that TC was no longer licking or chewing and when my wits were back to normal I heard TC telling me that he was going to lower me to the floor.

As he did so I looked around and saw that 4 other girl’s heads and shoulders were on the floor with the guy bent over them still eating their pussies.

TC gave my pussy one last, lick along the full length of my slit causing my body to shiver, then he stood up allowing my legs to drop to the floor, then TC held out his hand to help me get up. As I was getting to my feet TC thanked me, telling me that he’d had a great meal and that my pussy was amazing.


I looked around and finally saw Dylan, his face buried in Cindy’s pussy. She looked, and sounded, like she was cumming but Dylan kept on doing whatever it was that he was doing to her pussy. I watched for ages guessing that Dylan was on one of his marathon pussy eating sessions. When he does that to me I get sooo sensitive and think that I’m going to die but he just keeps on going until the sensitivity passes and I start cumming again.

Finally, Dylan stopped pussy eating and when Cindy looked like she was back in the land of the living, he lowered her to the floor then helped her get to her feet. As she walked back toward Craig, passing me, she quietly said,

“You’re one hell of a lucky girl Esther.”

“I know.” I replied.


Dylan walked over to me and kissed me, me tasting Cindy’s pussy juices that were all over his face. When the kiss broke I said,

“The spanking machine isn’t being used, can we go over there and see how it works?”

“You want a go on it don’t you Esther?”

“Yes please.”


Craig and Cindy were hugging and kissing when we got there but Craig broke away and asked if I wanted a go on the machine. I didn’t answer him, instead I went and stood where Craig could strap my ankles to the sides of the machine.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes please’ Esther. You do realise that not all girls have orgasms when they get spanked don’t you Esther?” Craig said as he strapped my ankles to the frame.”

“She does,” Dylan replied for me, “but Esther is one of the luck ones, she always cums when I put her over my knee.”

“Good,” Craig replied, “Cindy is like that too, in fact it was her idea to save up and buy this machine. My hands don’t get as sore and tired as they used to.”


Craig told me to bend over and he started on putting my wrists in the velcro cuffs that left me spread eagle but bent to 90 degrees at my waist. I felt so helpless, exposed and horny.


“Paddle, cane, switch or strap Esther, which do you want, or should I ask Dylan?” Craig asked.

“Strap please Craig.” I replied.

“It’s her body, she chooses.” Dylan replied.

“Cindy likes me to dominate her and choose for her don’t you luv?” Craig replied.

“Yes Master.” Cindy replied.

I turned my head and saw the naked Cindy stood beside me and looking as though she was a naughty schoolgirl who had been caught doing something that she shouldn’t.

“Are you ready Esther?” Craig asked.

“Bring it on.” I replied and seconds later I felt the swat and went,

“Umph.” Then I thought that maybe Craig would appreciate it and I continued, “One, thank you Master.”

The strap hadn’t hurt that much and I wondered if I should have asked for the cane to be be used. Before I could think any more the machine delivered another swat in exactly the same place on my butt.

“Umph, two, thank you Master.” I said.

Dylan appeared next to the naked Cindy and I saw the smile on his face.

“Umph, three, thank you Master.” I said.

“You look so cute down there Esther,” Dylan said, “I don’t usually get to see your face when I spank you.”

“Umph, three, thank you Master.” I said.

“Guys, girls,” I heard Oscar say, “So far you guys have had the amazing pleasure of seeing all these beautiful girls naked,”

“Umph, four, thank you Master.” I said.

“and you girls have had the pleasure of cumming a few times, but that has left us guys with a bad case of blue balls,”

“Umph, five, thank you Master.” I said.

“now I think that that it’s time that you girls helped us guys with our problem, so no more games,”

“Umph, six, thank you Master.” I said.

“we all know that what happens at the Rugby Club stays at the Rugby Club so let’s just let ourselves go.”

“Umph, seven, thank you Master.” I said.

“There’s a big box of condoms in the changing room and I’m sure that none of you will complain if you see your partner”

“Umph, eight, thank you Master.” I said.

“fucking someone else. There will be no repercussions tomorrow from any of you will there?”

“Umph, nine, thank you Master.” I said.

I could hear very little of the chatter that I’d heard earlier but my brain was getting confused. I was almost certain that Oscar had just said that her expected an orgy to start, but at the same time my brain was starting to think that all the spanking was having the desired results. I wanted to turn my head and see what was going on in the rest of the room but I couldn’t move.

“Umph, ten, thank you Master.” I said.

For some weird reason my mind went back a few years when my dad and I had been watching a repeat of an old Benny Hill show on the TV where Benny had been chasing a scantily clad girl around a tree. My mother had come into the room, saw what was on the TV and turned it off telling my father that we shouldn’t be watching that disgusting filth. When I went to bed that night I started up my laptop and searched for those TV programs.

“Umph, eleven, thank you Master.” I said.

I looked to where Dylan had been but he had gone but Craig was there and he was kissing and groping Cindy’s pussy.

“Umph, twelve, thank you Master.” I said.

Dylan re-appeared and I could see that he had a handful of condoms.

“Was he really going to fuck lots of his mates girlfriends or wives.” I thought.

“Umph, thirteen, thank you Master.” I said.

That tingling suddenly got a lot stronger as I imagined watching my husband fuck lots of different girls.

“Umph, fourteen, thank you Master.” I said, then continued,

“Oh sugar, I’m gonna cum.”

“Umph, fifteen, thank you Master.” I said, then continued,

“I’M CUMMING!” I loudly said as I felt one of Dylan’s hands stroke my head.


As I started coming down from my high I heard Dylan say,

“Are you ready for this Esther?”

“Ready for what?” I thought as I realised that the machine wasn’t spanking me any more.

Then I felt it, a cock entering my vagina and 2 hands gripping my bare hips. I had a quick panic as I could see that Dylan was still in front of me.

“Who’s fucking me?” I asked.

“It doesn’t mater who it is Esther, just enjoy it.” Dylan replied.

The cock got into a good rhythm and I kept sort of grunting as my pubic bone kept banging on the frame each time whoever thrust forwards. Dylan was stroking my hair all the time that this guy was fucking me.

The guy came quite quickly and I could feel that he was wearing a condom. I was still quite aroused but I didn’t cum.

When I felt whoever withdraw I wondered if Dylan was going to fuck me but he didn’t move and another cock entered my pussy.

“Jeez,” I thought, “this is turning into a gang-bang.”

This second guy managed to make me cum and when I was still up there I felt him cum inside me but it felt different to when Dylan empties his ball into me. I guessed that it was because of the condom. Then he withdraw, only to be replaced by third cock. Then a fourth, then a fifth. By that time I was starting to wonder if all the team were going to fuck me whilst I was still tied to the frame and not able to see who was fucking me.

As the sixth guy was fucking me I orgasmed again and was pleased that my weight was being supported by the frame. As that orgasm faded into history I realised 2 things, firstly that a seventh cock hadn’t invaded me, and secondly, that Dylan was no longer in front of me. For a second I wondered if I was sad or happy that that it had all stopped.

Then another cock entered me, but this one felt a bit different, a bit familiar. The owner bent over me and reached for my tits and I recognised the voice as Dylan asked me if I was enjoying myself.

“Stupid question lover, of course I’m enjoying it but it would have been nicer if another hundred guys had fucked me.”

Then I heard Lucy say,

“It’s hard to believe that 6 months ago you were an innocent little catholic girl Esther.”

“Yeah,” I managed to reply, “and I’m doing my best to catch up on what I missed out on.”

“I don’t know how Dylan keeps up with you.” Lucy said.

“With a little help from his friends.” Dylan whispered as he thrust into me just before I orgasmed again and Dylan unloaded deep inside me.


I felt Dylan and Craig releasing me but I just stayed there for another couple of minutes as I tried to get some strength back into my legs, then I stood up straight and turned to Craig and said,

“Thank you Craig, you’ll have to tell Dylan where you got that frame and machine from.”

Then I kissed him on his cheek before turning to Dylan and saying,

“I thing that that’s one to tick on my bucket list, than you.”

“I thought that you wanted a hundred guy gang-bang.”

“Okay, you’re right, half a tick then.”

Both Dylan and I smiled then I looked around. The numbers of people there had greatly reduced but a couple of couples were still going at it. I smiled then asked Dylan for a drink but it was Tim who put one in my hand.

“There you go Esther, I thought that you might want one.”

“Thanks Tim.”

“I’ve got some amazing footage that I’m sure Bethany will want splitting into 4 or 5 videos to upload onto her website.”

“I think that the royalties or whatever you call them these days should go to the Rugby Club not me please Tim.”

“That’s very generous of you Esther,” Oscar said. “If you hadn’t got naked at your party none of this would have happened.”

“Happy to help, but I get a lot out of this place as well, the showers after the matches are amazing.”

“Our electricity bill has gone up but it’s worth every penny, I’ve never had a team that is so motivated.”

I smiled as Dylan arrived back at me holding my coat.

“Come on Esther, out Uber has arrived.”


Dylan’s first works Christmas do.

This was our second Christmas do and was a quite small one with only the team members that Dylan works with and their partners. Of course Tom and Lucy were there and it went without saying that Lucy and I dressed as if it were the middle of summer.

I wore just a dress that was very short and the front is scooped so low that my little tits have habit of escaping just about every time that I move.


The do was in a private room at a restaurant in central London and rather than going on the Underground we got an Uber. My nipples and clit got very hard as I ran to the Uber, then into the restaurant, and each time I had to pull the dress back to cover my nipples.

There were only a dozen people there, half a dozen of Dylan’s workmates (Tom being one of them,) and their partners. Lucy had been to that Christmas do the previous year and she told me that it wasn’t a formal do so no long dresses. Of course, Henry (their boss) was there with his wife Julia.

I chose another of Bethany’s creations, a short, see-through dress with a lycra tube underskirt that only went from my nipples down to the top of my pubis. As the night wore on the top of the underskirt slipped down revealing my little tits to everyone there. The hem of the underskirt rose up as well leaving a lot of my stomach visible through the dress.

Seeing my tits and pussy was nothing new to just about everyone there because I’d been spanked naked at Henry’s barbecue the previous August. This dinner wasn’t as revealing as the barbecue because the lighting in the restaurant was nowhere as good as the sunlight in Henry’s back garden.

At that barbecue Henry had gone on about making his next summer barbecue a CMNF event and he started going on about that idea again at the restaurant. I don’t know if the female partners were just being polite to Henry or not, but none of them gave the impression that it was a bad idea and that they wouldn’t go.

Time will tell but I for one will be there, and hopefully Henry will have organised some games like at the Rugby Club. I think that I’ll discuss it with Dylan and get him to encourage Henry.


Dylan’s second works Christmas do.

This was a much more formal event at a big hotel in the centre of London. Everyone who worked at the company was expected to be there along with their partners. Even the big bosses who Dylan hardly ever saw were there.

This event called for an evening gown and I was pleased that Dylan had bought me a couple and Bethany had given me a couple as well. I had to decide how much flesh I wanted to show, and with Dylan’s help I chose the dress that has the whole right side missing, apart from a narrow strip at the bottom of my ribs that stops the whole dress from falling off. That strap was held in place by a little strip of velcro and I giggled a little as I was putting the dress on when I got an image in my head of me being in the middle of the dance floor and the whole dress dropping to the floor leaving me naked, apart from my heels, with everyone staring at me.

I told Dylan what I was giggling about and he replied.

“I might just be able to arrange that for you my love.”

My pussy tingled at the thought and I felt my vagina leak a little more.

The other thing about that dress is that my right arm and shoulder are all bare as well and the cut of the dress leaves most of the outside of my right tit exposed and it doesn’t take much for my right nipple to be exposed as well.


The Uber dropped us off at the hotel entrance and I felt amazing walking in on Dylan’s arm. I felt like we were walking on the red carpet at a big celebrities awards night. With each step I could feel the front of the dress opening and floating behind me. I was sure that anyone on my right would be have been able to see my bare stomach right down to my tingling clit.

The dress settled down as we entered a huge room and we just stood there waiting to be shown to our table. Someone had gone to a lot or work with guest placements so that none of Henry’s team were sat at the same table. Dylan and I were sat at a table with 4 other couples, all around twice my age.

As we approached the table I saw one man raise his eyebrows as he stared at me. I wondered if my right nipple had escaped or I was walking fast enough for my bare pubis to be exposed, but I didn’t look down to see. Instead I just smiled at everyone as we all introduced ourselves.

Dylan was sat to my left and as the man on my right, Terry, was talking to me I saw that his eyes kept going down to my bare right leg and most of my stomach. I glanced down at my chest and pretended to discover that my right nipple had escaped. As I pulled the front of of my dress to my right to cover my nipple I said,

“Oops, sorry about that Terry, elegant dresses do have a habit of being difficult to keep in place don’t they? I do hope that you aren’t offended.”

“Don’t worry about it Esther, my wife used to occasionally have a similar problem. I guess that it’s a penalty of looking so beautiful.”

I looked passed Terry to his wife, June. She was talking to the man on her right and I thought,

“Jeez, I can’t imagine her in a revealing dress, way too big.”


The next hour or so went with general chit-chat, most of it about the company. The waiters who came round serving drinks and the food were all very polite and one guy actually blushed when I caught him looking at my exposed right nipple, you see it had a habit of escaping when I turned to talk to either Dylan or Terry.

Of course I pretended to not notice most of the time but whenever I caught someone staring at my chest I looked down then adjusted my dress knowing that my nipple would soon be exposed again. I usually just apologised for my wardrobe malfunction. A couple of the ladies expressed their sympathy for me. I guessed that my fake embarrassed look was working.

Towards the end of the meal I felt Dylan’s right hand slide under the napkin that had been spoiling Terry’s view since we started eating. Instinctively, I spread my knees a bit so that Dylan could access my pussy and his fingers slid up to my pussy and I felt his little finger touch my clit.

I closed my eyes and I guess that I had a strange look in my face because Terry said,

“Are you alright Esther, you look a little pained?”

I opened my eyes, turned my head to face Terry, smiled and replied,

“Yes, I’m fine thanks, I just had a moment.”

Dylan squeezed my left thigh and I felt my napkin slide off my lap to the floor. Terry was still facing me and he must have seen my napkin slide down, and then seen Dylan’s hand.

“Oh,” Terry said, “that sort of moment.”

My face got a little warm and I wondered if it had gone red as well. I also wondered if Terry had assumed that I’d just had an orgasm.


After that, whenever I looked towards Terry I saw that his eyes were going from my lap to my right tit. Because I was sat down he wouldn’t have been able to see my pussy, but that didn’t stop him looking and winking at Dylan as if he knew that Dylan had made me cum.

Anyway, the meal finished with more boring conversations and I was looking forward to some dancing. I was a little disappointed when a man got hold of a microphone and started addressing everyone. It turned out that he was Ronald Culkin, the founder and CEO of the company, and he proceeded to talk about the company, the performance over the last year and the predictions for the next year. All boring stuff for me and I was pleased when he finally stopped talking.

His final words were to wish us all a happy Christmas and that we should enjoy the rest of the evening.

Finally, the dancing started. I knew that I was going to have some wardrobe malfunction and so did Dylan. In fact he had promised to engineer some for me it they didn’t happen naturally. It turned out that I had quite a few, some without even realising.


The music was selected to cater for all ages and started with a waltz and I was grateful that old time dancing was taught at our school. It was one of the lessons that I enjoyed and during the lessons I used to dream that I was dancing with some of the old, handsome movie stars from the movies that my mother would let me watch.

What my mother didn’t know was that as I got older I used to lock myself in my room and play all sorts of modern YouTube dance videos and practice as I dreamt about all the male pop stars.

Anyway, getting back to the waltz, and the other old time dances, I was much better at them than Dylan was but he was happy to follow my lead and take instructions from me.

As I’m sure that you can imagine, dancing wearing dress like I was a guaranteed recipe for many wardrobe malfunctions and I’m sure that a lot of people around Dylan and I saw parts of me that they weren’t expecting to.

Of course, both Dylan and I ignored my exposure and just got on with the dancing.


When the music got a lot more modern I was shaking myself all over the place and at one point I realised that Lucy and Tom had found us and were dancing with us. After a while Lucy grabbed my hand and shouted that we were going to the rest room. I heard Tom say that Dylan and him would meet us at their table and off Lucy and I went.

“That’s an awesome dress that you’ve nearly got on there Esther.” Lucy said when we got to somewhere where that the music wasn’t as loud. “You do know that you right nipple is on display and that you were constantly flashing your pussy don’t you?”

“Is it too much for a place like this?” I asked.

“Have you had any complaints Esther?”

“No.”

“Then it’s not too much.”

“Your dress looks great as well Lucy.”

“Thanks, I thought about wearing something as revealing as yours but I chickened out. I wish that I hadn’t now.”


We made girly talk as we had a pee and checked our faces, not that either of us had much makeup on, just lipstick and mascara. Dylan has made me promise to never plaster tons of makeup on my face telling me that my natural beauty is what he prefers, and all that I need to look amazing.


I’d pulled the top of my dress over my right nipple when Lucy reminded me that it was exposed, but the walk to Lucy and Tom’s table to meet Dylan and Tom caused it to escape again, and I ignored it. I did spot a couple of older men staring at me as we walked passed them, but all that did was to make my 3 nubs harder and my slit a bit wetter.

“Awesome dress.” Tom said as we reached them.

“Thanks Tom.” I replied, “I got it from my favourite dress shop.”

“Ah yes,” Tom replied as he turned to face his wife. “You’re going to have to take me there again Lucy.”

“You only want to perv at the girls getting changed out in the main part of the shop Tom.”

“I do,” Tom replied, “but it’s you that I want to fuck and live with Lucy.”

“Good answer mate, I’ll remember that one.” Dylan said as we all grinned.

“You want to fuck and live with Lucy do you Dylan?” I asked.

“Stop it Esther, you know what I meant; or are you trying to get me to put you over my knee and spank you?”

“Just joking lover.” I replied, “but you wouldn’t spank me here, would you?”

“I know that you’d like me to Esther, but it isn’t going to happen, sorry.”

“I know.” I replied.


We went back to the dance floor and to more wardrobe malfunctions that seemed to please some of the people dancing around us. In fact I noticed one couple who always seemed to be dancing at my 2 or 3 o’clock and the guy was always facing me. He must have seen my right nipple and my slit lots of times.

One time when Dylan and I went back to our table to finish our drinks and to retrieve my bag, we saw that the man who’d given the speech, Ronald Culkin, the company CEO was stood talking to a couple of people at our table. What’s more he’d seen us walking to the table and he was staring at me, or should I say what I was displaying as my dress had opened up and I was displaying my right leg right up to my belly button.

Ronald Culkin seemed to loose interest in the people that he was talking to and when Dylan and I arrived at the table he said to Dylan,

“Dylan Hargreaves isn’t it, and who might this delightful young lady be?”

As he was talking I could see that he was looking at my chest, not Dylan. My right nipple has escaped again, and as usual I was ignoring it.

Dylan introduced us, all whilst this Ronald Culkin was staring at my nipple. They talked ‘shop’ for a minute or so then he said that he’d have to go as he had lots more people to talk to. As he left he said,

“It was really nice to meet you Esther and I hope to see a lot more of you sometime.”

Once he was out of earshot Dylan said,

“The old pervert took a shine to you Esther.”

“You mean my tit and pussy, I hope that it’s helped your career.”

“I doubt that but at least he remembered my name, and I’m sure that he’ll remember you Esther. Maybe I should try to get you a job at the company.”

“No thanks, I’m happy with my life as it is.” I replied.


We finished our drinks then went to Lucy and Tom’s table to dump my bag before going back to find them on the dance floor.


When the evening started winding down Dylan was slow dancing with me with my arms around his neck.

“I can tell that you want what I want Dylan.” I quietly said into his ear.

“After watching you put yourself on show all evening what do you expect Esther?”

“I expect you to fuck my brains out just as soon as we get home.”

“Then you won’t be disappointed Esther, shall we leave now?”

“I thought that you’d never ask lover.”


We said our farewells to Lucy and Tom then left, taking one of the line of taxis waiting outside.


My dress never got further than just inside the front door that night.


Naked Yoga

On the first Thursday of December Amber had told all us students to invite our partners to the last session before Christmas. Imagine a dozen ladies, of various ages, all naked and doing very revealing poses with all their male partners watching them from only a metre or so away. Well that was what it was like and none of us naked ladies seemed at all concerned that their fellow student’s partners were watching them perform.

I rushed home with Dylan after that session had finished and I’m sure that you know why.

[VanessaEvans]

Getting Married Set Me Free – Our first Christmas
by Vanessa Evans

Part 2

Christmas Dinner with the In-laws

Christmas dinner is a big event in the Hargreaves family and most of Dylan’s relatively close relatives were there. I’d met most of them at our wedding reception but didn’t get that much of a chance to properly talk to them.

I suppose that you’d call it a sexist, traditional Christmas with the women in the kitchen cooking and the men sitting around in the lounge drinking and talking, but everyone looked happy. Mary Hargreaves took me around, making sure that I knew everyone who was there then she led me to the kitchen to help out there.

Two of the distant cousins that I hadn’t met before were Ethan and Jasmine. They’d got married a week before Dylan and I and they were still on their honeymoon when our wedding took place.

Dylan hadn’t given me and heads-up as to what to wear so I was wearing what is probably my most conservative, normal dress. It’s black with no sleeves and spaghetti straps. It’s also quite short, above mid thigh but not revealing any of my butt or pussy. That is unless I bend right over which I hadn’t envisaged needing to do.

When Mary gave me an apron to wear the hem of it was a good few centimetres below the hem of my dress but I put it on and mucked-in with all the other ladies there. All were very happy and chatty people and we were all getting on like the proverbial house on fire.


The joviality continued throughout the meal with us all sat around this huge table. I was sat next to Dylan and his right hand kept moving to my left thigh and sliding up to tease my clit for a few seconds before he took his hand away to continue eating.


Whilst some of us women were clearing the dishes Jasmine pulled me to one side and asked me if I was nervous or worried.

“Nervous or worried about what?” I replied.

“The tradition.”

“What tradition?”

Before Jasmine could tell me, Mary called us to carry the dishes for the Christmas pudding into the dining room and I thought no more about what Jasmine had said.


Later, after all the dishes and utensils were washed and back into the cupboards, all us ladies joined the men in the lounge where we were all given drinks. Then Mark Hargreaves, Dylan’s father, said,

“Okay, we’ve got to the traditional christening of the girls who have joined our family in the past year. This year we have been very lucky to have 2 amazingly beautiful young ladies join us, Jasmine and Esther.”

I was puzzled but I looked over to Jasmine and saw that her face was bright red and she was staring at the floor in front of her feet.

“What’s going on?” I thought, “What’s this tradition thing?”

“Okay Jasmine and Esther, would you like to come to the middle of the room please?” Mark said.

We did, with Jasmine still staring at the carpet.

“Okay ladies,” Mark continued, “I know that Dylan hasn’t told Esther anything about this tradition and that Ethan has only given Jasmine brief details. I also know that Jasmine is a little on the shy side whereas Esther no longer is. Folks, you should see the photographs of Esther on the walls of their house. I’m sure that they could sell them for a fortune if they wanted to.

So Jasmine. I’m going to give you the option to go first or second. As I’m sure that you have realised there are advantages and disadvantages in going first but I’ll give you the choice.”

Still not knowing what was going to happen, but believing that whatever it was it couldn’t be that bad, I said,

“Jasmine, you probably know more about what is going to happen than I do, but I’m happy to go first just so that you can see that our new family isn’t going to burn a brand on us or kill us. You’re not are you Mark?”

“Good grief no, we love out new daughters and could never be so cruel.” Mark replied. “Jasmine, are you happy for Esther to go first?”

Jasmine nodded her head as Ethan continued to hold her hand.

“Okay Esther,” Mark said, “first we need you to take all your clothes off.”

That didn’t bother me and I quickly turned my back to Dylan and said,

“Would you please darling?”

Dylan unzipped my dress, I shrugged it off my shoulders and it hit the floor leaving me naked apart from my shoes. I took those off as quite a few complimentary comments came from the rest of my new family.

“Even better than the photographs Esther.” Mark said as I looked round the room to see everyone staring at my naked body that I did nothing to try to hide.

“See Jasmine, that part was easy.” Mark said, but I saw Jasmine cringe a little and I wondered if anyone other than Ethan had seen her naked.

“Right Esther, the second part of the tradition is that you go to everyone here and ask them if they would like to spank you. If they say that they would you then lay over their lap and they will spank you 5 times. Don’t worry no one will permanently mark you. Okay, start whenever you are ready.”

I looked around and decided which way to go round the room. I quickly realised that because of the placement of all the chairs, at some point everyone would get a quite close look at my bare butt and pussy as the next person in the big circle put me over their lap.

The first person just happened to be Mary, Dylan’s mother, and as I lay over her lap she said,

“Welcome to the family dear.”

Then her hand came down on my bare butt. It wasn’t a hard swat and I didn’t even flinch, but I did instinctively say,

“One, thank you ma’am.”

“So polite as well.” I heard a woman say.

The rest of the swats landed with me counting them and as I got to my feet Mary said,

“If your butt is painful when it’s over let me know, I have some cream that will make it feel a lot better.”

“Thank you Mary.” I said as I went to the next person, one of Dylan’s uncles.


And so it went on. Mark was right, no one there was out to hurt me and I was starting to think that I probably wouldn’t have an orgasm.


Then I came to John, Dylan’s brother. He’d taken part in all the games that we’d played at the party that Dylan and I hosted and he wasn’t shy about having me over his lap. In fact, as I lay down I felt his hard cock pressing on my stomach.

When his first swat landed he kept his hand on my butt and I felt his fingers on my pussy, and before I could thank him he loudly announced.

“Me thinks that Esther is enjoying this, her pussy is dripping.”

“JOHN,” Mary loudly said, “this isn’t about sex it’s about tradition. Stop groping the poor girl.”

“One, thank you sir.” I said before John’s second swat quickly landed.

I was a little disappointed that his hand didn’t linger after each swat landed.


After 2 more people I came to Ethan and as I got over his lap I felt his hard cock pressing on my stomach.

“Don’t worry Esther,” Ethan said, “I won’t hurt you.”

And he didn’t, but by then I’d resigned myself to not having an orgasm, just getting quite horny.


“Just do what the others have done.” I said as I lay over Jasmine’s lap.” You won’t hurt me and it’s quite enjoyable actually.”

Jasmine did spank me 5 times but they were very timid swats.

Two more people and it was all over, and I was right, I didn’t cum but I was very horny. Dylan came to me, put his arm round me and asked me if I was okay.

“Sure, a walk in the park.” I replied just before Mark started talking to Jasmine.

“Okay Jasmine, your turn, you’ll soon be a fully fledged member of the Hargreaves family, stand up and take you clothes off.”

Jasmine looked to Ethan who nodded to her then she slowly stood up and moved to the middle of the room, just standing there. Ethan stood up, went to her and said,

“It’s okay luv, you can do it, there’s no need to be embarrassed, no one is going to ridicule you and your body is just as beautiful as Esther’s.”

“But you’re the only one that’s supposed to see me naked Ethan.”

“I know, and after today that will be the case if that’s what you really want, but this tradition is to give you confidence, to make you proud of your body and not be ashamed to let people see it.”

“I know but, …… “

“Do you want me to help you undress Jasmine?” Ethan asked.

Jasmine nodded and slowly, Ethan started undressing his relatively new wife.

Jasmine was wearing both a bra and knickers, albeit a G-string, and as Ethan stripped her everyone could see that her tits were only slightly bigger than mine, and that her pussy was totally bald. She also had tan lines where she’s been sunbathing whilst wearing what was evidentially a quite modest bikini.

“Be proud Jasmine,” Ethan said, “keep your hands by your side and stand up straight. Let everyone see that you are a beautiful young woman.”

Ethan took Jasmine’s shoes off, leaving her totally naked, then told her to slowly turn round. As she did so Ethan backed away and the comments started. Every one of them complimenting Jasmine and by the time they stopped Jasmine looked a little more comfortable.

“There,” Mark finally said, “that wasn’t too bad was it?”

Jasmine shook her head sideways and I noted that she was no longer looking at the carpet in front of her feet.

“Proud of you Jas.” I heard Ethan say before Mark spoke again.

“Okay Jasmine, you know what comes next and you can tell from Esther that it didn’t hurt her.”

Jasmine went to the first person, Mary, and as she lay over Mary’s lap Mary said,

“Relax Jasmine, you’ll probably enjoy it as much as Esther did.”

The swats started and true to form, Jasmine hardly moved as each one landed, although I noted that Jasmine didn’t count the swats.

Soon, Jasmine was going round the room and getting the 5 swats on her butt from everyone there. When she got to John, he couldn’t help himself and I heard a little gasp from Jasmine as one of John’s fingers entered her pussy. It didn’t stay there and when he pulled it out he held it up and said,

“I guess that Jasmine is enjoying this as much as Esther did.”

“JOHN,” This time Mark said, “Cut that out and behave like a proper adult.”

“Sorry dad.” John replied but I was sure that he realised that there were only 2 girls getting naked and that he’d managed to finger both of them.


Jasmine kept going round the room and getting spanked, and she actually smiled as she bent to lay over my lap.


Soon it was all over and Jasmine was standing between Mark and Ethan, her hands by her side.

“There, all done,” Mark said, “both of you are now fully fledged members of the Hargreaves family.”

“Didn’t you say there were 3 things that we had to do Mark?” I asked.

“Oh yes, the third thing is that you both have to stay naked until you leave to go home.”

Jasmine’s eyes went wide open then she bent her head to the side and lay it on Ethan’s shoulder.


Dylan and I went over to Ethan and Jasmine and I said,

“That was okay wasn’t it Jasmine?”

“Well I’m still alive.” Jasmine replied.

“This being naked is okay isn’t it?” I asked.

“Well it isn’t as bad as I expected and I am finding it a little exciting.”

“Maybe you should try it again when you get home Jasmine. I’m sure that you’ll get to enjoy it, and I’m also sure that Ethan will appreciate you running around with no clothes on.” I suggested.

I saw Ethan’s arm gently squeeze Jasmine’s body. She looked up at him and saw his smiling face then said,

“Maybe.”

I looked at Dylan who was also smiling, and I wondered if another exhibitionist had just surfaced.


Mark and Mary appeared holding trays of glasses of champagne and handed them out. Once everyone had one he proposed a toast

“To our 2 new family members, let them never be shy again.” Then he held his glass up and said,

“To Jasmine and Esther.”

Everyone there did the same and I felt quit humbled, and proud. I was so happy that Dylan had chosen me to spend the rest of his life with.


After that, the gathering just continued. Mary and another couple of the older women served mince pies, coffee, brandy and other drinks. I looked at Jasmine and I realised that Jasmine was looking a lot more comfortable about standing around talking totally naked.

Even when others came over, men and women, and talked to us Jasmine didn’t look embarrassed. I wondered if she was like me and couldn’t wait to get home and start fucking our man. I wanted to ask her if she was as wet and horny as I was but I feared that that might trigger some embarrassment.


Some 2 or so hours after Jasmine and I had been initiated into the family people started to leave, and we got dressed and also left. We exchanged numbers with Jasmine and Ethan, promising to keep in touch and get together again. I so wanted to check to see if Jasmine had reverted to being all shy and reserved.


Again, my clothes never made it any further than the inside of our front door before Dylan and I were fucking each other’s brains out.


Our Second Honeymoon

I was over the moon when Dylan suggested that we go away for a second honeymoon, and even higher when he suggested Cancun in Mexico. I’d heard a couple of stories about that place during the Spring Break and I knew from my geography lessons that the weather in that part of the world would be good at the end of the year.

Dylan did all the booking and he did show me the gallery that the hotel website had and I couldn’t wait to get there to spend a couple of weeks of sun, sea, sand, sex and good food.

We both wanted a quiet fortnight doing very little other than fucking, sunbathing. swimming and more fucking.


A couple of days into the new year and it was typical British winter’s day, cold, wet and miserable when the Uber picked us up to take us to Heathrow airport. Knowing that it would be hot when we got off the plane in Cancun I didn’t wear, or pack any warm clothes and I was pleased that Dylan booked an Uber rather than going to the airport on the Underground even if I would miss out on the possibility of being groped on the trains.

The Uber driver asked us if we were going somewhere hot when he saw that I was only wearing a very short dress, my nipples telling him that I was braless. When Dylan told him he said that he was jealous. Dylan also lied to him telling him that his brother was house-sitting whilst we were away.


I finally relaxed when we were sat on the plane. Dylan had booked a window seat and the middle of three next to it. I was pleased when no one came and sat in that aisle seat.

It was a long flight to Atlanta and once the meal was out of the way and everything settled down Dylan decided that he wanted us to join the mile high club.

“How are we going to do that?” I asked, “The toilets are too small and there are too many people on the plane for us to fuck here.”

“We can do it Esther, snuggle up to me and pretend that you are trying to sleep, then after some of the cabin crew have seen you unfasten your seatbelt, sit on my lap and rest your head on my shoulder and pretend to be asleep. Once the cabin crew have seen you I’ll ask for a blanket to keep you warm then who knows what we can get up to under that blanket.”

Thirty minutes later I was on Dylan’s lap with my head on his shoulder and pretending to be asleep under a blanket. Dylan kept an eye out and I carefully got his cock out and hitched up my dress.

When it no one was looking I lifted myself up then impaled myself on his cock before putting my head back on his shoulder and pretended to be asleep again.

It was wonderful just sitting there feeling his cock inside me and the gentle vibrations that the plane was making was very slowly making me very horny.

We just sat like that for a good 30 minutes before Dylan whispered that he was going to cum. Somehow, he kept a straight face, and kept quiet as he unloaded deep inside me, That feeling triggered me to cum as well and somehow, I too managed to stay still and quiet.

Then I dozed off.

I woke up to the sound of the captain telling us that we would soon be landing in Atlanta and that we had to return to our seats, put our seatbelts on and put the tables in the upright position.

I remembered what we had been doing when I fell asleep then did a mental check of my pussy. Dylan’s cock wasn’t inside me but I could feel it along my slit.

“Good afternoon gorgeous.” Dylan said, “have a good nap?”

“Yes thanks.”

“You need to get off me and into your seat, we’re nearly there.”

“Can you pass me some tissues from my bag please? I hope that I haven’t stained your jeans.”

“Who cares? We can now say that we’re now club members and that’s the important thing.”


We used the blanket to hide me cleaning Dylan and myself up the best that I could, then I sat in my seat ready to land.


We had a leisurely walk around Atlanta airport before heading to the gate for the final leg of our journey. Looking outside I was pleased that the weather looked much better than it had been in London.


No fucking on that 2 or so hour flight, just Dylan’s hand on my bare flesh, either my hand or between my legs toying with my clit, my bag and a magazine covering what he was doing to me.


I took a long, deep breath of the warm air just as soon as the plane door opened. It may have been early evening, and dark, but everything felt much more pleasant, more relaxed and definitely warmer than London had been.


There was a minibus waiting for us and we were soon making the short journey to the hotel.

And what a hotel it was, the photographs didn’t do it justice. It’s a big, multi-storey hotel with one side facing the sea and as we got out of the minibus I hoped that we’d get a room with a sea view and not a view of the road and countryside.

Then Dylan surprised me again. Between the hotel and the beach is a swimming pool and down each side of the pool is 4 bungalows. Dylan had only gone and booked a bungalow right on the edge of the beach for us. I could literally step off the veranda and onto the private beach.

My dress was coming off before Dylan had tipped the porter, me telling Dylan that I wanted to go for a swim.

“No, tomorrow Esther, tonight we have to eat and explore, Get in that shower and I’ll fuck you properly this time.”

I did, and he did. It was only as I walked back to the huge bed that I took-in the layout of the bungalow. One big room with the bathroom in one corner and huge glass doors out to the veranda where there was a table, chairs and a couple of loungers. We could lay on the bed inside and look out over the veranda to the beach and the sea. In the distance I could see the lights of the main town.

I opened the suitcase and got out a clean dress and as I was putting it on something caught my eye and I realised that the path from the hotel to the beach went right passed our veranda. Everyone going to the beach would be able to see into our bungalow and what Dylan and I were doing. When I told Dylan he just said,

“You could always close the curtains if you’re feeling shy.”

“Why on earth would I want to do that?”

Dylan smiled then told me that he was ready to eat and explore.


We only just made it to the restaurant before it closed and we had a great meal in an almost deserted restaurant. Then it was a stroll around the hotel to see what it had to offer.

We found a huge conference room that had dozens of seats set out ready for whatever. There was a board outside the conference room door listing upcoming events and Dylan laughed when he saw an entry for a few days time, ‘How Climate Change is affecting the Financial Markets’.

“That may just be slightly interesting,” Dylan said, “but I’m here for more important things.”

He squeezed my hand and we moved on.


Next we found a small casino that had quite a few people in there playing games that I’d never seen or heard of before. Dylan told me that we’d go there one evening when my pussy needed a rest.

“You mean when your cock is so sore that you can’t get a hard-on?”

“That will never happen when you are around my love.” Dylan replied.

This time Dylan’s hand left mine, went around my body and gently squeezed one of my tits through the thin fabric of the dress.


We decided to move on, and as we exited by a different door, we found an open area with a bar and a small stage.

“I guess that they put some entertainment on here.” I said.

“Yes,” Dylan replied, “I saw a schedule on a notice board. We can go back and have a look if you like.”

“No, we can look at it in the morning.”

The swimming pool was closed but we could see another bar to one side of it and it looked like you could swim right up to one of the serving areas. There was a jacuzzi and lots of sun loungers around the pool and more in an open area that had palm trees to give sunbathers some shade.

Going down the opposite side of the pool to where our bungalow was, we passed other bungalows and in one of them I could see a naked woman who looked like she was getting ready for bed and had forgotten to close the curtains. When I mentioned that last bit to Dylan he said,

“Or maybe she’s like you and likes being seen when she’s naked.”

“Yeah,” I replied and we kept walking.

We were soon on the beach and in the moonlight I could see palm trees, sun loungers, large parasols, a little jetty with a couple of boats tied-up there, lots of nice, fine sand and waves gently lapping the water’s edge.

“This holiday is going to be out of this world, paradise.” I said.

“It certainly is,” Dylan replied, “but right now we need to finish something that we started on that plane from London.”


Back in our bungalow we didn’t get around to closing the curtains but we did put all the lights on and we made long, passionate love, ending with me on my side looking out and seeing the lights of the local town in the distance. Dylan was spooning me with his cock still inside me as I drifted off to sleep.

*****

I woke to the sight of dawn breaking and the feeling of Dylan’s cock slowly sliding in and out of me. One of his hands was over me and gently rubbing the tip of one of my nipples.

“Dylan,” I quietly said, “please don’t ever stop waking me like that.”

“Nor you riding my morning woody when you wake up first.”

“I promise.”

“Me too.”

A few minutes later, just as we were thinking about getting up, we saw a man and a woman walk passed the front of our bungalow. They were carrying a cooler and some bags and they looked like they were going to spend the day on the beach. The thing was, I couldn’t see any trace of clothing on the woman. I was sure that she was naked.

“That solves one potential problem.” I said, “That woman is naked, and if she can be naked here then so can I.”

“Yeah,” Dylan replied, “I did read a couple reviews that said that it was clothing optional in some of the areas.”

“Now you tell me.”

“Would you have kept covered if it wasn’t clothing optional Esther?”

“Probably not. I wonder which areas I can be naked in?”

“To start with, why don’t you wear one of those G-strings that has a photo of your pussy printed on the fabric, and one of those see-through cut-off tops. Then if you do go into an area that isn’t clothing optional you’ll confuse people and have a laugh.”

“Good idea, then I can take the G-string off and people won’t be able to tell the difference. I think that I’ll wear that tiny beach cover-up to start off with, just to get the feeling of the place, I don’t want us to get thrown out on our first day.”

“From what I’ve seen of student’s spring breaks down here I doubt that we’ll get thrown out, but I take your point. Shall we shower then put some clothes on and go and get some breakfast?”


And that’s what we did. The buffet breakfast was amazing. They had just about every fruit that I could think of, and a few that I’d never seen before nor even heard of.

After eating we decided to explore some more and we wandered around the rest of the hotel, and out the front as well. No one took any notice of what I was wearing but I did see one man staring at my G-string for a few seconds. I guessed that he was trying to decide if my pussy was covered or if I was wearing one of my strings only G-strings.

We stopped at the concierge and asked about transport to the town centre and any local events that were taking place over the next couple of weeks. After getting those details Dylan said,

“My wife likes to get an all-over tan, is there anywhere around here that allows nude sunbathing?”

“Yes sir, clothing is optional outside the main hotel building and down to the water’s edge on our private beach. We request that all guests wear some clothing inside the main building.”

The concierge was looking at me when he answered Dylan’s question and he must have seen my smile. What he didn’t see was the tingling sensation in my nipples and clit.


As we walked on I said,

“Well that solves one problem. I wonder if you can get food at the outside bar? If we can there’s no need for us to come inside and I can be naked 24×7.”

“There’s always room service as well Esther.”

“So there is. This holiday is going to me amazing.”


I was itching to get out of my clothes so I steered Dylan back to our bungalow where I got him to cover me in sunblock out on the veranda. As Dylan was doing that another couple walked by and the man said,

“You’ll need plenty of that here, the sun will be shining all day.”

What the couple couldn’t see was that one of Dylan’s hands was between my legs and he was fingering me. I orgasmed just as the couple wouldn’t be able to see us unless they turned their heads.

After putting some sunblock on Dylan we gathered what we’d need, locked the bungalow door and literally less than a minute later I was walking, naked on the beach.

We didn’t have to go far to find a large, straw parasol with 2 vacant wooden loungers under it. Within another minute we were laying on our backs, me with my legs spread wide, not wanting to have white inner thighs.

We’d only been sprawled-out there for about an hour when this youngish waiter came and stood at the foot of my lounger and when I opened my eyes and saw him he asked me if he could get us a drink. I looked him up and down whilst he was looking me up and down then Dylan said,

“Yes, 2 beers please.”

“Certainly sir.”

“Beach service as well.” I said once the waiter was out of earshot.

“I wonder just how far that service goes Esther?”

“You can take care of that side of servicing my love, it will only take us seconds to get back to our bungalow.”

“Or we could fuck in the sea or the swimming pool.”

“I thought that you’d never ask Dylan, but can we wait until we’ve got our drinks, I’m thirsty.”

“Of course we can but I never thought that I’d hear you wanting to delay getting fucked.”

“Neither did I, but we’ve got loads of time.”

“That we have.”


I was still on my back with my legs spread wide when the waiter came back with our drinks and I again saw him starting at my pussy and little tits, but this time my pussy was a bit wetter and I wondered if he had realised that.


As we sipped our drinks we could see that there were more people coming onto the beach and walking between us and the waters edge. I noticed that most of the older people didn’t even look our way and that most of the younger people did.

“I hope that I don’t stop looking at attractive, naked girls when I get as old as those guys.” Dylan said when 2 elderly men walked by without even turning their heads.


Drinks finished, we got to our feet and held hands as we walked into the sea. A minute later I was floating on my back with my legs wrapped around Dylan’s waist, and his cock slowly sliding in and out of my pussy

“Can we do this all day?” I asked.

“I’d love to say yes Esther, but your tight pussy makes me cum too quickly. Maybe we should get some viagra so that I can stay hard, without cumming, for hours on end.”

“Oow, I like that idea, do you think that the hotel concierge will know where we can get some.”

“Probably, do you want me to ask him?”

“If it will keep you hard for hours on end then yes please.”

“It might mean that I have to keep my shorts on, I can’t go laying out here or by the pool with a hard-on.”

“I hate our society at times,” I replied, “how can it be okay for women to be naked but not men? It’s so unfair on us girls. You get to see us naked but we can’t see you naked.”

“I agree, but that’s the way it is so we have to live with it. Do you still want me to find out where we can get some viagra?”

“Yes please, I really like the idea of your hard cock pounding in and out of me for hours at a time.”


Back on the loungers we relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun. It felt so nice on my spread pussy.


Around mid morning, I think, I was loosing track of time, another waiter came and asked us if he could get us another drink. This waiter did the same as the first one, and was stood at the foot of my lounger when he asked us. Dylan took his time deciding and I was sure that it was so that the young guy could look at my bare pussy for longer.

After the waiter returned with our drinks we sat sipping the cold drinks and looking around. More people had come to the beach and some were walking along the water’s edge. The beach wasn’t that long and I saw 2 men walking passed us a couple of times. Each time they looked my way and I smiled at them but got no response.


When our stomachs told us that it was time to eat we left out towels and walked the short distance to the pool area. Dylan had put his shorts on but I remained totally naked.

“We’ll lounge around the pool some days.” Dylan said, “and swim to the bar and get drinks there like those people are.”

“They’re sat on stools that are underwater aren’t they?” I asked.

“Yes, I can just make out where they are.”

“I like the idea of sitting at a bar with the barman looking down at my bare tits.”

“What about sitting at a table and eating some lunch without any clothes on Esther?”

“That’ll work for me.”


And that’s what we did. The waiter having a good look at me when we slowly ordered.


Meal over, we were just sat there when Dylan told me that he was going to see the concierge. I didn’t ask him why but I knew, and I felt my nipples and clit tingle.

Dylan seemed to be away for ages and I spent the time looking around and people watching. I observed that Dylan and I weren’t the only young couple there. although the majority of people there were a good 10 years older than Dylan and I and the split of clothed and unclothed was around 50 / 50. I also noted that all the young girls that I saw were as naked as I was, but their partners were all wearing shorts.

“Stupid society,” I thought, “I want to see more cocks.”

My visions of naked men all around me was interrupted by Dylan returning.

“Hey Esther, I’ve found a spa, you can go and have a relaxing massage.”

“You already give me relaxing massages Dylan.”

“But the girls or guys will be professionals. They’ll be so much better at it than I am. At least give it a try.”

“Okay, you know that I’ll do anything for you Dylan.”

“I know, hey, the in-house entertainment tonight is a magician, do you fancy going to it?”

“Only if you’ve fucked my brains out beforehand and promise to do the same as soon as we get back Dylan.”

“I think that I can manage that Esther, and by the way, the concierge is getting me a load of viagra. He said that they’re cheaper if I buy in bulk so I got him to get me 100.”

“A HUNDRED! Blood hell Dylan, are you going to fuck me to death? You do know that I haven’t got any life insurance don’t you?”

“Maybe I took some out on you without you knowing Esther.”

“You haven’t have you Dylan?”

“No, just joking. If you like I’ll only take one of the blue pills if you ask me to.”

“No, you know that I like surprises and to suddenly find you fucking me non-stop for an hour or so will be a nice surprise. When will the concierge deliver them?”

“Possibly later today.”

“Maybe we should forget the magician this evening.”


We went back to the beach and spent the afternoon relaxing and a bit of swimming and a bit more underwater fucking. By the time we returned to our bungalow we were both feeling so relaxed and happy that I asked Dylan if we could sell up in England and come and live in that hotel.

We spent 5 minutes planning the move then gave up and came back to reality.


After more lovemaking, showering, drinking on the veranda with me still naked, we discussed our evening and decided to eat in the restaurant then go and check-out the quality of the in-house entertainment.

I chose an ultra short, flared skirt, a slightly see-through cami top and 3 inch heels, Dylan, some chinos and a Hawaiian shirt.

The food in the restaurant was excellent and I only caught the waiter checking me out once. From there we went to the bar where we sat on high stools at the bar, my very short revealing my bare legs right up to my bald pubis. We had a couple of drinks, talking about nothing much, then went outside to one of the tables near the little stage.

There were quite a few people sat at the tables and it wasn’t long before the magician arrived and setup his equipment.

I had never seen a magician in real life, only on the television, and my mother always said that it was all fake, tricks of the television, so I didn’t really know what to expect, and I was quite impressed with his act, especially when he involved members of the audience. The fun really started when he said that he was a bit of a hypnotist as well and he asked for a volunteer from the audience.

My hand went up like a shot and before Dylan could say anything I was walking towards the stage. After introductions he asked me if it was okay for him to hypnotise me. I didn’t for one second believe that he could but I thought that it could be a bit of a laugh.

Then he said,

“Esther, I sense that you are a bit sceptical about hypnotism, am I right?”

“You are, I don’t believe that you can hypnotise me.”

“Tell you what Esther, let me try, then when I bring you out of it you can ask the audience what you have just done.”

“No point, I’ll still be stood here waiting for you to start.”

I heard a few mutterings from the audience and I couldn’t tell if they were on my side, or the so-called hypnotist.

“Okay Esther, I want you to close your eyes and relax, remember how peaceful it was when you were on that lounger on the beach this afternoon. Listen to those waves gently breaking on the shore.”

I took a deep breathe and let out a long sigh. His voice was soothing.

Then he started telling me to think of all the relaxing things that I’d done, and as he droned on I did feel very relaxed.

“You’re feeling sleepy Esther, don’t fight it, think about the relaxing and pleasurable things that you’ve done.”

I thought of me being on my back on our bed, with my legs up in the air and Dylan slowly sliding his cock in and out of my pussy. I could feel my nipples and clit getting harder and my pussy getting wetter. My mind was on our bed and not stood on that stage.

“Esther,” I finally heard the man say. “When I snap my fingers you will wake up and do exactly what I tell you to do.”

“This could get interesting,” I thought as I heard him snap his fingers.

“Esther, please tell everyone here where you are?”

“I’m in my bedroom.”

I heard a couple of short laughs from the audience.

“And what are you doing in your bedroom Esther?”

“Getting fucked by my husband.”

I heard a couple of laughs from the audience.

“Oh, I was thinking more of your state of mind.”

“Well I was thinking how good it felt and hoping that my husband was going to keep going until we’d both cum.”

More laughing from the audience.

“Well audience,” the magician said, “being hypnotised does suppress the inhibitions, it’s a good job that this is an adults only hotel. As Esther here appears to have lost her inhibitions maybe we could explore that avenue a little further,

Esther, now imagine that you have finished making love with your husband and that you have to get ready to go out somewhere, show everyone what you would do next.”

“This is fun, I bet that he doesn’t expect me to do this.” I thought as I started to take my top off.

That only took seconds and as the man asked me,

“What are you doing Esther?” my skirt hit the floor leaving me naked apart from my shoes.

“Getting ready to have a shower, I can’t go out with sweat and cum all over me.”

I mimed turning a shower on then rubbing soap all over my body whilst listening to the laughter from the audience. As I was doing that I heard the magician say,

“Well audience, I’m sure that you would all agree that Esther wouldn’t be doing doing this if she wasn’t hypnotised.”

I was facing the audience when I heard the magician click his fingers so I froze. The magician clicked his fingers again and I blinked and shook me head. Then I pretended to realise that I was naked, moved my hands to cover my tits and pussy and said,

“Hey, I thought that you were going to hypnotise me not use your magic to steal my clothes, can I have them back please?”

The magician pointed to my clothes and I put them on as the magician announced that the show was over and the audience started clapping. He turned to me and said what I thought was ‘thank you’, but I wasn’t sure, the clapping was too loud.


As the magician started to pack his equipment I went back to Dylan and sat on his lap with my arm around his neck. As I picked up my drink Dylan asked,

“Do you not remember taking tour clothes off Esther?”

“Of course I do, I remember every second of it, that hypnotism malarkey would never work with me. I was hoping that he’d take it further and ‘make’ me masturbate or get you up on the stage and get me to ride you.”

“Jeez Esther, what have we released? Before I married you I knew that there was an amazing young woman under those dowdy clothes but I never imagined that you would turn out the way you have.”

“Do you want me to go back to being that innocent, shy little catholic schoolgirl Dylan, cos I could pretend to be that girl if you really want me to.”

“Fuck no Esther, I love you just the way you are now.”

“Good, now can we go back to our bungalow and do what told everyone that I was thinking I was doing?”


As we were making the short walk Dylan said,

“Pity we haven’t got that viagra yet, I could have fucked you non-stop all night.”

“I hope that the concierge deliver them tomorrow.” I replied as we stepped onto our veranda and I lifted my top up and off, dropping it on one of the loungers before unfastening my skirt and letting it drop to the floor.

I was unfastening Dylan’s chinos as he opened the doors and I’d got him as naked as I was by the time we landed on the bed.


Dylan didn’t fuck me all night, but it was a long lovemaking session. He spent ages playing with my clit, rolling it between his thumb and index finger, gently squeezing the base of my clit, gently sliding his finger up my slit and over the end of my clit, and gently rubbing his spread fingers over the end of my clit. I was in heaven. Every so often, just as I was starting to think that I was going to cum, he would stop for a couple of minutes to let my arousal subside, then he’d start again.

After he’s done that to me half a dozen times he’d finally keep going and an orgasm would explode out of me. Then he’d start over.

After tormenting and torturing me for going on for an hour he finally slid his cock inside me and he orgasmed almost instantly before we relaxed and went to sleep with him spooning me, his cock inside me.

*****

[VanessaEvans]

Getting Married Set Me Free – Our Second Honeymoon
by Vanessa Evans

Part 3

I woke first and slowly eased my husband onto his back then I slowly mounted him reverse cowboy style, me being grateful for whatever it is that causes morning hard-ons. Dylan woke to me grinding my butt on him to make his cock move around inside me.

I’d just cum when something caught my eye and I looked towards the still wide open doors and saw a Bellhop, or whatever they are called in Mexico, just standing there watching us. Not wanting to spoil his fun I lay back so that my back was on Dylan’s chest, my head being between Dylan’s and the Bellhop so that Dylan couldn’t see the Bellhop. Dylan automatically put his left hand on my left tit and his right hand on my clit.

As Dylan teased my nipple and my clit to another orgasm I stared at the Bellhop as he stared at me. Him staring made me cum quicker and I did some Kegels as my orgasm faded. Them making Dylan cum deep inside me.


When I started to get my breath back I sat up and said,

“Oh hi, can I help you?”

The Bellhop looked a bit flustered and it took him a few seconds to reply,

“Oh, err, yes, the concierge told me to bring this to you.”

By then Dylan had turned his head and seen the Bellhop. Dylan replied,

“Put it on the table please. Esther, would you give the man a tip, my wallet is in my chinos.”

I got off Dylan and walked to where Dylan’s chinos had ended up the previous night, squat down facing the Bellhop, and rummaged through the pockets until I found his wallet. Then I stood and walked to the Bellhop and gave him a 200 Pesos note. I’m sure that he was blushing a little as I thanked him before he turned and walked away.

“Is this what I think it is?” I asked Dylan as I walked to the package and opened it.

“Probably.” Dylan replied.

“Are you going to take one now?”

“No, I’m going to have a lazy day and conserve my energy for tonight, then with a bit of luck we won’t get much sleep tonight.”

“That sounds like a good plan, come and have a shower then we can get some breakfast, if we aren’t too late.”


We did, and we weren’t, then we headed for the beach to do a lot of nothing.


We had a similar, very lazy day to the previous one, with the same amount of fucking in the sea. That is until we returned to our bungalow when the sun started to go down.

The first thing on the agenda was a shower, then a cold beer from the fridge. We sat on the veranda, both of us totally naked, and sipped our beers. A handful of people coming back from the beach passed us, some of them saying hello, but no one seemed to care that we were naked.

Of course we were sat down, and Dylan’s cock was flaccid, so we weren’t exactly exhibiting ourselves, then Dylan had an idea. The railings round the edge of the veranda weren’t like those at the edge of the balconies on the hotel rooms that were metal bars and bricks, round the bungalow verandas the railings were just a very thick rope. Those ropes were supported by wooden posts around a metre tall but between the posts the ropes sagged and Dylan suggested that I straddle the longest length of rope that sagged to about my pussy height.

I got up and did as Dylan suggested and immediately felt the rope against my pussy.

“This feels nice,” I said.

“Now shuffle your feet forwards.”

“Ooow, this is good.” I said as I kept shuffling and the knobbly rope dragged over my clit.

“Keep going Esther.”

I did, right until I was on the tips of my toes as the rope rose to the next post, the pressure in my clit and the rest of my pussy being so great that it was starting to hurt. I backed-up, back to the middle of the length of rope then shuffled forwards again until I was on my tiptoes again.

“You know,” I said, “if someone could invent a machine where a big circle of this rope was going round and round and rubbing a girl’s pussy, these knobbly bits would quickly make her cum.”

“Yes, I can see that, but I’m not an inventor, maybe I’ll have a word with Craig, remember him at the Rugby Club dinner with his spanking machine Esther, maybe he could invent one.”

“How could I forget Craig and his spanking machine, you’ll have to get one of those for me, then you can strap me onto it whenever I’m being naughty and switch it on.”

“You’re never naughty Esther.”

“I’d start being naughty whenever I want you to spank me Dylan, Hey, when are you going to take one of those blue pills?”

“Right now Esther, if you go and get them for me. You do know that they don’t work instantly, I don’t swallow it and my cock instantly starts to rise.”

As I was getting off the rope I replied,

“I know, maybe we could get someone to invent a pill that does give you an instant hard-on.”

“One to give you an instant hard-on and a different one to make you suddenly wilt, a bit like a light switch, on and you’re hard and off and you’re soft.”

We both had a little laugh at the thought of someone inventing something like that, then Dylan put one of the blue pills in his mouth and took another swig of his beer.

“How long will it take?” I asked.

“Come here and sit on my lap Esther. I don’t need a pill to get me hard, just looking at you and touching you does that. I’m just hoping that that pill will keep me hard for a few hours.”

I went and sat on Dylan’s lap with my back to his front and his flaccid cock resting along my pussy. As Dylan’s hands caressed my tits and the rest of my torso I leant my head back and felt his cock start to get hard.


The light sensor on the lights of the balcony and the along the path came on, lighting what was becoming a dark veranda and path, and Dylan and me. If anyone were to walk along the path they’d see us all lit up.

I wiggled my butt until Dylan’s cock entered me then I relaxed. After a minute or so I said,

“So will this viagra stop you from cumming or just stop you from going soft after you have cum?”

“I have no idea.” Dylan replied, “I’ve read all the hype about it keeping you hard but nothing about cumming, I guess that we’ll have to wait and see.”


The quick answer is that it did stop Dylan cumming. Still out on the veranda we fucked for going on for and hour. We performed in various positions with me cumming 3 times before we stopped and went and had another shower. Our stomachs had told us that we were hungry.

Dylan still had a hard-on, that his jeans didn’t do a good job of hiding, as we walked to the hotel restaurant and I promised to stay in front of him to try to hide the bulge a bit.


As we tucked into the meal Dylan told me that his cock had started to go soft and I replied saying that I was a little disappointed that his hard-on had only lasted for just under a couple of hours.

“Maybe it’s because I’m eating and I can’t see your naked body Esther.”

I pulled my top down exposing my tits to him for a couple of seconds then asked.

“Did that start it rising again?”

“It certainly slowed down it going soft for a little while.”

“If I thought that I could get away with it I’d strip naked and sit on the table in front of you with my legs spread wide.”

“Wow, I’d really like that, and the image of you doing that started it rising again, but it didn’t last. We need to finish up here then get back to the bungalow.”


We hurried the rest of the meal then headed back to the bungalow where we made love for hours. I don’t know how many hours, but what I do know is that Dylan made me cum 4 times and I’m 100 percent sure that we fucked for much longer than ever before, before we finally fell asleep.

*****

I woke to the feeling of Dylan’s cock entering me and when I opened my eyes I could see people walking along the path to the beach.

We continued where we’d left off a few hours earlier and Dylan made me cum 2 more times before he finally shot his load deep inside me.

His cock finally went soft and we went to the shower, the cool water really refreshed me. I felt Dylan’s cock getting hard again as it rested on my butt, his hands soaping my front.

“Is this the start of round 3 Dylan?” I asked.

“Maybe, I can’t control it.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining, if I had my way you’d be hard all the time. That way we could fuck whenever I thought about sex.”

“Think about sex and me fucking you a lot do you Esther?”

“I have done since we got married, especially when I’m naked, but even when I’ve got clothes on I keep thinking about your cock and you using it to make love to me.”

“Good,” Dylan said, “I like the idea of my wife wanting me to fuck her all the time.”

I bent forwards and Dylan’s cock entered me again.

One orgasm later I stood up and washed my pussy again. Dylan hadn’t cum and I said,

“I’m having second thoughts about this viagra thing, you’ve made me cum lots of times but you’ve only cum once, it’s not very fair on you Dylan.”

“Esther, sweet Esther, stop thinking about me cumming, I’m not complaining. Just feeling my cock inside you and seeing you cumming is all that I could ever want. You are amazing Esther, but I worry about you, your pussy, isn’t it getting sore is it?”

“No, fuck me non-stop all day then ask me again. What I’ll probably say is that the only complaint that I have is the lack of sleep. I love you Dylan Hargreaves.”

“And I love you too Esther Hargreaves. Now, I need some breakfast then I think that we should have another lazy day on the beach although I suspect that my front won’t get much sun today.”

I giggled a little as we put some clothes on then headed to the main building to get some breakfast. Unfortunately, we had spent too much time fucking and we were too late for breakfast so we headed back out to the little cafe / bar by the pool and ordered something there.

Then it was back to the bungalow to prepare for more sunbathing on the beach. Fortunately Dylan’s cock wasn’t presenting him with an embarrassing problem, that is until we got onto the beach and I asked him to put some sunblock on me. As usual, he put a lot more on my tits and pussy than the rest of me and that got his blood pumping to his cock again.

It looked like Dylan was right when he said that his front wouldn’t get much sun that day.


The viagra seemed to wear off during the afternoon and Dylan’s cock pointed to the sand as we walked up and down the water’s edge and went for a swim. That swim was the first that we’d had without him fucking me.

Later in the afternoon we moved to the swimming pool and sat at the bar, both of us naked, and had another drink.

“Oh what a life.” I said to Dylan.


We left the pool when the sun started to go down and Dylan’s cock rose again when we shared the shower.

“Are you going to take another of those blue pills?” I asked as I bounced up and down after jumping up on him and impaling myself.

“I thought that we’d give it a miss this evening, maybe go and see what the casino is like.”

“I’ve never been to a casino before.” I said.

“Neither have I, but I’ve played some of the games that they play there.”

Dylan continued lifting and lowering my butt right through my first orgasm and as I reached my second peak he shot his load deep inside me.

“Viagra worn off then.” I said when I was able.

“I guess so, but there’s plenty of time and plenty more where that one came from. Maybe later, let’s see how things go.”


When it came time for me to put some clothes on I decided on another of Bethany’s creations. It’s a red micro dress that actually looks as though it’s designed for a size 14 or 16 girl. What I love about it is the top part. It’s sleeveless with spaghetti straps and the back is cut quite low. The front part that covers my tits is like a bikini top, 2 triangles, but the base of the triangles are far apart. Because the whole dress is very loose fitting the whole dress moves around and my tits are frequently uncovered.

When I bend over even a little bit Dylan tells me that he can see down the front, right down to the floor, and half of my bare butt from behind.

I was happy, and Dylan was happy, so we headed off to the restaurant where we had another great meal. I could easily get used to eating there every day for the rest of my life.

From there we went to the little casino. I say little but it had games that I discovered were called Roulette, Blackjack, Craps and Baccarat. It also had a few Slot Machines. Dylan bought some ‘Chips’ (silly name) and we went to each of the tables and watched. Dylan managed to explain the basics of each game and watching taught me a lot.

Then Dylan gave me some Chips and let me play. Unsurprisingly, I quickly lost. That is until we went to the Craps table. Everyone around was watching me as I threw the dice. At the time I was only thinking about the game but looking back I’m sure that most of the people there were watching my little tits as my dress failed miserably to cover them. Dylan later told me that the guys behind me were also getting a great view.

After my second throw I was about to quit because I had lost both times, but Dylan urged me to have another throw and my luck changed. Four times I won, each time I was so happy that I jumped up and down. Dylan later told me that both my tits had escaped and were bouncing up and down, as much as tiny tits can bounce, for everyone to see.

Needless to say my luck changed and I started loosing. My jumping for joy stopped but my bending over to throw the dice kept going until I’d lost all the Chips that I’d won, and those that Dylan had given me. People around me were urging me to get some more Chips and keep playing but the sensible part of me knew that the odds of me winning a lot of money were virtually zero so I turned to Dylan and we walked away from that table.

As we walked, Dylan asked,

“Do you know that your tits are out?”

I looked down and saw both my hard nipples.

“No, how long have they been out?” I replied as I adjusted my dress.

“Since you first threw those dice.”

“Wow, I didn’t realise, no wonder those people were looking at me most of the time.”

“Yes, and the guys behind you were enjoying the view each time that you bent over. You really didn’t know what you were showing Esther?”

“No I didn’t, I wasn’t even thinking about my dress.”

“I guess that that was a genuine wardrobe malfunction then.”

I giggled a little then replied,

“Yeah, I guess that it was, but I prefer the deliberate wardrobe malfunctions, they make my nipples and clit tingle and I like that.”


The only game that we hadn’t looked at was the slot machines. Once when I was a little kid and my parents had taken me to the seaside, I managed to sneak into an amusement arcade and seen the slot machines there and I’d fed them what little pocket money that I had. These were more modern versions of the cylinders revolving round whatever but the fascination was still there and Dylan let me use up the rest of the Chips on playing on those machines. I never expected to win and I wasn’t disappointed but the fascination was still there.

My mother had found me watching the people playing on those slot machines and given me a right mouthful about the sins of gambling. It was a good job that she hadn’t seen me playing on those machines. All Dylan said was,

“I’m going to fuck your brains out when we get back to the bungalow.”

Returning to reality, we rushed back to the bungalow and Dylan took another of those blue pills before we cleaned our teeth.


It was a long time before we got any sleep.

*****

The next day was much the same as the previous one, except that we didn’t go to the casino. Instead we had an early night and Dylan took another blue pill and we again didn’t get much sleep.

*****

We kept up our fucking our sleeping partner to wake them up and I was riding Dylan the following morning as we watched people heading to the beach along the path only a few metres from us.

We decided to have room service deliver us some breakfast and I had to leave Dylan in the shower to go and tell the waiters where to leave the trays. Yes, waiters, one boy and one girl, both staring at the naked me as I rummaged through Dylan’s shorts pockets to get them a tip. They both smiled at me as I stood in front of them to hand them the money.

We actually took the breakfast out onto the veranda to eat and waved to and said hello to a few people who walked passed. My tiny tits were visible but that was all.


Breakfast over we sat there deciding what to do that day. After a few suggestions from both of us Dylan said,

“What about you going to the spa and having a massage Esther?”

“Well okay, but I like your massages, they go to places that I doubt that a professional masseuse would, and they’ll probably be booked up anyway.”

“You’ll never know if you don’t go and have one, phone reception and see when they can fit you in.”

So I did, and was surprised that they could fit me in in an hour. When I told Dylan he was pleased and re-assured me that he was sure that I’d enjoy it.


Fifty minutes later I was wearing just a dress and walking to the spa. I was met by a young woman who gave me a list of services that they offered. There was all sorts on there from mud facial to pedicures. The only item on the list that I was interested in was a Full Massage. When I said that I just wanted the Full Massage the woman replied,

“And would you like that to be a Full Massage with a Happy Ending?”

I had no idea what a Happy Ending was but the word ‘happy’ sounded, well happy, so I replied.

“Yes please.”

I was then led to a little room that had a window looking out over the swimming pool.

“Would you care to take off all your clothes and lay face down on the table and the Masseur will be with you shortly.”

I did just that and lay with my head on the side so that I was looking out over the swimming pool. It seemed an eternity before I heard the door open and a man say,

“Sorry to keep you waiting madam, a Full Massage with a Happy Ending isn’t it?”

“Yes please.” I said as I realised that it was a man that was going to give me the massage and not a woman and I felt a little tingle in my pussy.

“It will be my pleasure madam.”

I felt a little towel being placed over my bare butt and almost laughed as I thought how pointless that was.

Then the massage started, complete with warm oils, at it felt amazing. I thought,

“Sorry Dylan, your massages are amazing but this goes to a whole new level.”

The guy worked on everything from my fingers right down to my toes. When he got to my butt he even asked if I’d mind if he removed the towel. When he was massaging my butt and upper thighs his fingers brushed along my slit which caused me to moan a little and I spread my legs a little, subconsciously giving him better access to my pussy but other than his, probably, accidental touching of my slit he ignored my pussy.

Then he asked me to turn over and as I did I so hoped that he would massage my tits and pussy. I got a little disappointed when he placed the little towel over my hips and slit.

This time he started massaging my feet and again I subconsciously spread my legs. When he was stood at my feet I knew that her could see my slightly spread pussy and I felt it get a little wetter and tingle a little more.

Again, when he was massaging my thighs he accidentally, I think, touched my pussy lips. I was disappointed when he moved to my head and started on my fingers.

Slowly, he worked up my arms and massaged my shoulders from the front.

Then it happened, his hands moved to the sides of my little tits, then all around them. He was taking so long that I started to think that he wasn’t going to move to the main part of my tits and my nipples. I resigned myself to no actual tit caressing as his hands slid down my ribs and he spent ages massaging my abdomen, only slightly knocking the towel a little lower on my torso.

Just as I thought that the massage was over, the man said,

“It was a massage with a happy ending wasn’t it madam?”

“Yes.” The maybe happy replied.

I was happy because it had been an amazing massage, but unhappy because he hadn’t properly touched my tits nor my pussy, unlike Dylan who makes me cum every time.

I’d opened my eyes and was about to sit up when I saw the man put some more of that oil on the palms of his hands. A little puzzled, I just lay there wondering what the man was doing.

Then it happened, the man’s hands moved to my tits and he massaged them, caressed them, needed them and pressed them into little cones. My nipples had already been hard but they started to throb a little as the man started working on them and areolae.

Wow, I put him in the same league as Dylan, although this man didn’t make me cum just by manipulating my nipples unlike Dylan who had made me cum a few times by doing just that.

I was moaning and breathing heavily when his hands moved down my torso. They didn’t stop going down until they found my pussy. They teased all around it for ages, driving me crazy, My arousal rose to the point that I knew that I was going to cum soon but before I did the man’s fingers found my clit and I went off like a rocket.

The thing was, the fingers didn’t stop massaging my clit and the orgasms kept cumming and cumming.

It seemed like hours before the fingers stopped and I have no idea how many orgasms I had. In reality it was probably only minutes but I was left totally drained.

Without saying anything, well anything that I heard, the man left the room leaving me on the table with my legs still spread wide. No one came into the room and a few minutes later I got to my feet, picked up my dress and walked out, still totally naked.

As I walked through the hotel I noticed a few people staring at me but no one stopped me or said anything about me being naked inside the building.


When I got back to our bungalow Dylan saw me approaching and came over to me.

“Are you okay Esther, has something happened to you?”

“You could say that, can you get me a drink please, a strong one,”

Seconds later I was laying on one of the loungers with a glass of tequila in my hand.

“Dylan, please don’t get upset, and I love every thing that you do to me, but that man was out of this world.”

“It’s okay Esther, I fully understand, that man is a professional and I’m only an amateur, He’s bound to be really good at giving girls orgasms with his fingers. Hey, I’m sure that he really enjoyed playing with your pussy, that was probably the best pussy that he’s made cum for days. Think of his bad days when he has to make a fat and ugly woman cum.”

“Yuk, Dylan, please promise me that you’ll never let me get fat or stop looking after my body. Beat the crap out of me if I do.”

“Esther, dear Esther, I can never imagine you being fat or ugly. You mother isn’t fat so there’s every chance that you will never get fat. Besides, you’ve got a personal trainer to make sure that you stay slim and healthy,”

“Yeah, James, when it comes to using his hands he comes a poor third to you lover, can we spend a lazy day on the beach again please?”

“Of course we can.”

“If I’m recovered by this evening can you take another of those blue pills please Dylan?”

“Sure, I guess that we’ll be staying here this evening then.”

“Unless we go to the beach when it gets dark and make love under the stars.”

“I like the way you think Esther.”


And that’s what we did, a lazy day on the beach, roam service for an evening meal then a walk on the beach with me still as naked as the day I was born. It was so romantic reverse cowboy riding Dylan’s cock out on the beach and looking up at the stars in the cloudless sky.

The Viagra was ensuring that I could ride Dylan’s hard cock for what seemed like hours and I didn’t get off him when another couple came for a moonlight stroll along the beach. They passed right by Dylan’s feet and said ‘good evening’ to us. When I first saw them I stopped bouncing up and down on Dylan but there was no way that they didn’t know what we were doing.

A little later we took a break whilst we walked back to our bungalow where we continued until we finally fell asleep, me laying back on Dylan’s chest. We’d left the big doors open and the lights on so anyone walking by would have been able to see what we were doing.

*****

Dylan’s cock was still inside me when I woke up and I didn’t know if it had been hard all night or he had a morning woody that had found it’s way inside me, but I didn’t care which it was. Dylan woke up as I lifted myself up to properly ride him until we’d both cum.


We made it to breakfast just before they stopped serving. I wore a cut-off net tank top and a tiny wrap skirt that doesn’t quite make it all the way around me and opens up when I walk or sit down. The tank top is just long enough to cover my nipples leaving the lower part of my tiny tits uncovered. My nipples sometimes managing to poke their way through one of the holes in the net.

As we sat eating we discussed our plans for the day and we decided to have a day wandering around Cancun.

“I think that I’ll wear what I’ve got on for the trip.” I said,

“That’s good with me Esther, I’m sure that I don’t have to remind you to act like you are dressed like a nun.”

“I know, act like I’m fully covered. I’m getting quite good at that but I still like seeing the men’s faces when they realise that they can see a nipple or my slit.”

“And if I think that you haven’t noticed someone staring at you I’ll let you know Esther.”

“My hero, is little Dylan going to stick out like that all day? If it is maybe we should postpone our day out until tomorrow.”

“I don’t know Esther, you know that I have no control over it and it was your idea for me to take a blue pill last night.”

“Yes it was, and it was well worth whatever it cost you.”

“The cost is irrelevant Esther, it’s your happiness that is the most important thing. I’ll put some tight boxers on to try to keep it under control.”

“Okay, and I’ll promise to not keep grabbing it or bending over and kissing it.”

“If it gets out of control we could always look for the historical sights in the town, that should kill off any arousal that either of us has.”

“I really hope that it doesn’t come to that, I hate history as much as you do.”

“Hey Esther, if we find an area where there are lots of men you can walk ahead of me and see if you get more attention than if we were holding hands.”

“That’s a nice idea, you know that I love most of the things that people say. But they might be in Spanish and I won’t understand them.”

“I’m pretty sure that you’ll get the general idea of what they are saying. Are you about ready to go and clean your teeth?”


Twenty minutes later we were in the hotel lobby waiting for a taxi that the concierge had arranged for us. It didn’t take long because there seemed to be a lot of people arriving by taxi.

“Probably for that big conference that we saw advertised.” I said.

“Yes, it could be mildly interesting but I’d much rather be with you Esther. Besides, it’s for 3 days and there’s no way that I’m being parted from you for 3 days.”


The taxi arrived and we were soon on our way to the city. The driver asked whereabouts we wanted to be and we realised that we hadn’t a clue. When Dylan told the driver that we didn’t know, he suggested that we go on one of those hop-on, hop-off bus tours so that we could see a few places then decide which ones we wanted to explore a little more.
Dylan looked at me and I looked at him, and at exactly the same time we nodded our heads then Dylan told the drive to take us to where we could catch a hop-on hop-off bus.


We didn’t have to wait long and when we’d got our tickets we went to board the bus. There were other people waiting, at least half of them men and I realised that I had an opportunity. Dylan stepped behind me to let me get on first but told him that I wanted him to get on first. He looked at me, then the man behind me. Dylan gave me a knowing smile and moved in front of me.

Dylan knew to lead me to the stairs to go to the top deck and up we went. I glanced over my shoulder and down and saw that the man behind me was following me up and that he was looking up my very short skirt. I smiled to myself and followed Dylan to half way down the bus.

Nothing was said and Dylan let me sit next to the side of the bus, When he sat next to me his hand went straight to the top of my bare thigh where his little finger pressed on my clit. I spread my knees to give him better access and we both started looking around, both inside and outside the bus.

I saw 2 separate men looking down at my bare legs and just knew that they’d seen where Dylan’s hand was.


The bus finally set off and a woman started her tour guide’s talk. Dylan also started wiggling his little finger, rubbing my clit as he did so.

“You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that.” I quietly said.

“I hope so.” Dylan replied.


When Dylan had first suggested a second honeymoon, we’d both agreed that the majority of it was to be spent on the beach or on the bed, and not doing the tourist thing. Dylan saying that he wanted to feed my still developing, insatiable need to expose myself and get fucked as many times as was possible. That hotel in Cancun where the weather was great at that time of the year was chosen because it was an adults only one with a private beach, so being on a tourist bus wasn’t what was planned.

However, we did find the tour somewhat interesting and we did see a few places that we said that we’d visit the next time that we came to Cancun. We got off the bus a few times to look at some things and each time Dylan timed our getting back on the bus so that a man followed me up the stairs to the top deck.

Each time that I sat on the bus Dylan’s hand immediately went to my slit and his fingers actually made me cum 2 times whilst we were on the buses.

One time that we did get off the bus to go into a department store. We’d seen pictures of diving tours and decided on 2 things, firstly that we were going to learn to scuba dive when we got back to England, and secondly, that we’d do some snorkelling whilst we were there. I got this image in my head of us fucking underwater with us just breathing through the snorkels, so we went into the store to buy masks, snorkels and flippers.

I was a little disappointed that my very short skirt and short, net tank top didn’t attract much attention. When I mentioned it to Dylan he suggested that the local had got used to girls wearing very little during the American Spring Breaks. He told me that Cancun attracted thousands of students wanting to party for a couple of weeks and from what he’d seen of on the videos the girls wore as little, or less than I was wearing right then.

“Can we come back at Spring Break please Dylan?” I asked.

“Of course we can, but there are other places in America that have ‘events’, shall we call them, that I’m sure that you will enjoy. Key West Fantasy Fest, at least one in San Francisco and some in the Las Vegas area. I’ve also heard of nudist clubs in the Vegas area that have competitions where naked girls flaunt their bodies in front of hundreds of people, spreading their legs so wide that everyone can see inside their vaginas. I’ve never really looked into them, the events or the pussies, but we can when we get home and plan something.”

“Hmm, they sound fun, can we go to all of those please Dylan?”

By then I’d pulled my skirt up a bit and twisted it round a bit so that the gap was now in the middle at the front and I could see my bald pubis when I looked down. I also checked my top and made sure that both my nipples were sticking through holes in the net. Dylan told me that he could now see the lower part of my butt from behind.

“Let’s go.” I said.

“Woah there young lady, if you really want to get people staring and shouting things at you then you need to walk ahead of me, like I wasn’t with you, just following you and pretending to perv on your bare butt.”

“Love you Dylan.” I said and handed him my bags so that my hands were free.

Off I went, pretending that I owned the place but looking at all the guys through my sunglasses to see if they stared at me. I even changed my route to take me nearer to groups of guys who were just standing around. And yes, I did get a few comments and a couple wolf-whistles.

I got so confident that I started stopping and looking in shop windows and bending over a little knowing that the people behind me would see my wet pussy. I was feeling great, and very horny.

I even walked passed a policeman who was talking to a stopped motorist. I think that he saw me as I walked towards him but I wasn’t sure and he never said anything.

When I turned down a side street Dylan caught up to me and made a grab for the velcro fastening of the skirt. It came undone and I walked out of the skirt leaving it in Dylan’s hand. I walked for another 50 or so metres, bottomless, with a few people walking towards me. Amazingly. It was only one young man who said something in Spanish but I ignored him and kept walking. Nearly all the other people just ignored me.

Dylan caught up to me again and gave me the skirt which I put on, again leaving my pubis uncovered. Then I turned to face Dylan and gave him a big hug and kiss.

“Thank you so much Dylan, that was awesome, we’ve got to do that again sometime, sometime soon.”

“We will Esther, but we need to get back to the hotel, I need to do something to you that if we did it here there’s a good chance that we’d end up in jail.”

I giggled a little and tingled some more as Dylan took my hand and we walked to where we could get a taxi back to the hotel.


As we entered the hotel we saw lots of people with suitcases and we guessed that the were arriving for the upcoming conference.


Dylan popped one of those pills and we spent the rest of the evening and most of the night fucking, only stopping for food from room service, Dylan hiding his hard-on in the bathroom whilst the naked me took delivery of the food. I noted that we always seem to get the food delivered by different waiters, not that I was complaining.

*****

I watched some people walking to the beach as I rode Dylan as soon as I woke up the following morning. Then it was shower time.

Unfortunately we arrived too late for breakfast but we did notice that the restaurant was quite full.

“That damned conference I presume.” Dylan said as we headed to the bar outside to get some food there.

As we sat at a table I took my dress off and sat there naked. I wasn’t displaying anything other than my tiny tits but I didn’t want to encourage any tan lines. Whilst we were eating we saw quite a few women of all ages coming out of the hotel and going to either the swimming pool or the beach and Dylan thought that they must be the partners of men who were attending the conference.


We made it to the beach, for another lazy day, with Dylan managing to hide his hard-on under his shorts but as we lay on the sun loungers I giggled a little, telling him that whilst we were in the department store in Cancun we should have bought him a too small pair of speedos that would have held his cock tight against his stomach.

“It’s alright for you Esther, girls have all their sex organs on the inside so you don’t have the problems that us guys have.”

“Would you like me to give you a blowjob to see if that makes it go down?” I asked.

“Yes I would, I really would, but there’s too many people around. One of those old biddies is bound to complain.”

“I have an idea,” I replied, “pass me my snorkel and mask and lets get in the sea.”

Dylan guessed what I was thinking and we made it to the sea with him holding my flippers in front of his cock. Once in the water I put on my new equipment and got Dylan to wade out until the water was up to his ribs. I swam round to the front of him and with just the end of my snorkel out of the water I took his cock into my mouth and sucked for as long as I could before having to blow out the snorkel then get some more air.

It was tiring work but well worth it and Dylan shot his load into my mouth, Unfortunately, most of his cum got blown up the snorkel as I cleared it to be able to breath again.

When I surfaced I said,

“I need to develop a technique for doing that, there must be an easier way.”

“You were just amazing Esther. I really do love you, and it worked, I’m getting soft.”


Back at the loungers we dried off and then coated each other in sunblock. I don’t think that anyone nearby realised that Dylan made me cum when he coated my pussy with sunblock.


We spent the rest of the day sunbathing on the beach which seemed to get more popular as the day went on. No one seemed to care that I was sunbathing totally naked with my legs spread wide.

When the sun started to go down we went back to the bungalow and made love in the shower before going for an early dinner. We were both hungry and we wanted to get to the restaurant before it got too busy which it did. We guessed that all the people were connected to the conference.

I’d worn a slightly see-through, very short, flared dress that didn’t attract any attention whilst we were sat at our table but I got a few looks as we walked out. We went to the bar by the pool because there was some evening entertainment that we wanted to see.

Technically, I could have taken my dress off and sat there naked, I’d done it before, but for some reason I didn’t take it off and we just sat there talking and looking at all other people that were there.

It turned out that the entertainment was traditional Mexican dancing, the women with their very colourful, long dresses. People say that when you live all the time in a hot climate your body stops feeling the heat but I was sure that If I were dressed like those women, and dancing, the sweat would be pouring off me, but those dancing women didn’t look like they were even sweating.

After a while the dancers invited people from the audience to join them and Dylan ‘volunteered’ me. I wasn’t unhappy about being ‘forced’ to get up and join in. It was actually fun and I knew that whenever I was spinning around the skirt part of my dress was floating up and letting the audience see that I wasn’t wearing any knickers. It was the same when I copied the girls when they held the hem of one of he layers of their skirts and twirled them around, only when I did it all I was doing was showing everyone what was under my skirt.

Of course, I pretended to not know but the audience wouldn’t have been able to see my bare butt and the front of my slit, and the lighting out there wasn’t very good anyway, but I knew that I was on display and it made me tingle. It also made me very hot and by the time my ‘performance’ ended I was covered in sweat and on an impulse I walked right passed Dylan and jumped into the swimming pool.

I swam to the side and climbed out but the water had made my already very thin dress cling to every little contour of my body, and it made the fabric even more see-through. I may as well have been naked as I walked back to Dylan, sat down and finished my drink.

The dancers did one more dance then their performance ended. Dylan and I left to go back to our bungalow with my dress still dripping as we walked through the audience.


It was a shower then bed with Dylan not taking a blue pill because I was a bit tired. That fact didn’t stop us making love for going on for an hour before we went to sleep.

*****

[VanessaEvans]

Getting Married Set Me Free – Our Second Honeymoon
by Vanessa Evans

Part 4

I woke with the usual feeling in my pussy.

“Morning lover. Keep going please.” I said as I lifted my upper leg a little higher.

Dylan’s hand came over me, gently squeezed one of my nipples then descended down to my clit where he gently rubbed until I told him that I was about to cum.

The waves of pleasure disappearing, I turned over and scooted down the bed until I could taste my own juices on his cock which I sucked until I could taste his juices filling my mouth.

After I’d swallowed all of it that I could I said,

“Hmm, your jizz makes an excellent breakfast starter lover.”

“Always pleased to serve you my special breakfast starter my lady. Hey, shall we go and see if we can get some main course breakfast before the hoards of conference people hit the restaurant.”

“Good idea my man, then afterwards you can service me properly in the shower.”

“Yes my lady.” Dylan replied.

We laughed then started to put some clothes on. I decided to be a bit daring and put on a halter top that is so small that it barely covers my tits, and one of my picture of my pussy G-strings.

As we passed one of the lifts on our way to the restaurant, a youngish man got out of the lift and stared at me. Then as we walked he said,

“I didn’t know that you could go to breakfast bottomless here.”

I stopped, turned to face him, put my right hand down the front of my G-string and pulled it forwards saying,

“I’m not bottomless, I’m wearing a G-string, look.”

The guy did, then burst out laughing before saying,

“Sorry, my mistake, where did you get that G-string? I’ll have to get one for my girlfriend.”

I started to tell him about Bethany’s shop but the guy stopped me saying that he came from Manchester and rarely got down to London.

“You could try Bethany’s website.” I replied and gave him the web address.

“Thanks,” the guy said just before we went in different directions in the restaurant.


I got some puzzled and amused looks from the people already there who looked up as we passed them but I ignored them and Dylan and I found an empty table.

I got another couple of puzzled looks when we left and as we walked back to the bungalow we decided that we were going to have another day on the beach but with some snorkelling. We wanted to try fucking completely underwater.

As I was getting a new bottle of sunblock out out our suitcase I came a cross a new camera that Dylan had bought, a GoPro waterproof one. I had completely forgotten that Dylan had bought that camera and the fact that it was still in the suitcase told me that Dylan had forgotten about it too.

“Hey Dylan,” I said, “shall we take your new camera to the beach with us, maybe video some underwater fun?”

“Sugar, I’d forgotten about that, my mind has been on your getting my hands on your sexy body ever since we got here. Yes, bring it I want to video your spread pussy underwater.”


We only just managed to get to the last 2 free sun loungers before someone else did and we soon went through our routine of covering each other in sunblock, Dylan again making me cum as he rubbed the cream on my pussy.

There was a lot more people on the beach that day but hardly any of the mainly women took any notice of the totally naked young woman sunbathing with her legs spread wide.


After we’d finished the drinks that a waiter had brought us we decided to go for a swim, me totally naked and Dylan wearing his swimming shorts that he’d decided to wear because he was sure that at some point during the day he’d get a boner and he didn’t want to risk offending any of the older women that were on the beach.

Anyway, we grabbed our masks, snorkels, flippers and the GoPro and wadded out into the warm sea. I t wasn’t long before we were treading water just below the surface, facing each other and fondling each other’s bodies. Dylan finger fucking me underwater was a familiar feeling but at the same time different. I closed my eyes and it felt even more different but at the same time sort of more erotic. I guessed that it was because my whole body was underwater and my eyes were closed.

I was getting quite aroused but when Dylan pulled his fingers out of me I opened my eyes and saw that he was pointing the GoPro at my pussy. I doubt that he would have seen my smile but he certainly felt my hand as I put one inside his swimming shorts and gave his hard cock a quick wank.

With my other hand I indicated that I wanted his cock inside me and he instantly got the message.

We tried various ways of making it happen but the only way that we could get to work was with my back to him and my butt down at his cock height. Only my snorkel was out of the water as Dylan fucked me doggy style with one of his hands holding onto my hip. I hoped that his other hand was holding the GoPro.

I orgasmed with that strange feeling of being submerged whilst it was happening. Dylan kept going until I felt him cum inside me.

Our bodies separated and floated to the surface and when Dylan took his snorkel out of his mouth he said,

“That was fun, I can’t wait until we can go scuba diving and try doing it lots of different ways.”

“Hmm, me too.” I replied.

“Shall we do a bit of exploring the seabed and look at the fish?” Dylan asked.

“Okay.” I replied and we put our snorkels back in our mouths as started doing what snorkels were probably invented for.


It was actually quite fascinating and I guess that we got carried away. I knew that we’d been exploring for quite a while but when we got to where we could stand in the seabed and have our heads out of the water I looked at the beach and said,

“Where are we Dylan, the hotel has gone.”

“No it hasn’t, it’s over there.” I looked where he was pointing and saw the hotel but we were along the coast quite a bit. The hotel is in its own bay with rocks at either end of the beach and we’d drifted passed one set of rocks and were in front of another beach, a long one. There was lots of people on that beach and from as far as I could see, none of them were naked.

“Hey, let’s swim and explore some more.” Dylan suggested.

Ignoring the fact that I was naked off what was obviously a clothed beach, we went under and explored some more. When we surfaced again I could see that we were even further along that beach. What’s more, I was getting tired, and I told Dylan.

“We’re going to have to have a bit of a rest on this beach then think about how we are going to get back. We could try swimming but it’s obvious that the current brought us down here and we’d have to fight it going back. Unless you can think of a better way Esther, it looks like we’re going to have to walk along the road. It should only take us 15 or 20 minutes.

“Err, I’ve no clothes on Dylan.”

“I know, you’re just going to have to walk back like you are. Not complaining are you?”

“Not unless we meet a copper.”

“Good, we have a plan, now let’s get out of the water and have a bit of a rest.”


We sat, then lay at the water’s edge and my knees were anything but closed. As we lay there holding hands, a few people walked by, some of them looking down on me. In spite of my lack of energy, seeing those men look down on my naked body was turning me on.

“If I had the energy Dylan, I’d roll over on top of you and ride you until we both came.”

“I’d like that Esther, maybe we should come here on our last day and do just that.”

“Tempting lover. Can you understand anything of what those people who look down on us are saying?”

“They’re probably saying that a beautiful mermaid has been washed ashore and that they want to display you to the whole of Mexico.”

“Very funny Dylan, but it is a nice idea and the thought is making me tingle and get all wet.”

“No one will be able to tell, the waves are lapping on you legs and pussy and washing your juices away.”

“I’d rather it was your tongue lapping on my pussy.”

“Me too. Have you got some energy back yet?”

“Yeah, I think that I’ll be okay if we take it slow.”

Dylan got to his feet and pulled me up onto mine. Then he picked up all the snorkelling gear in one hand and held one of mine with his other hand. As we walked up the beach I saw quite a few people stare at me and I heard a few comments that were obviously directed at me, but they were in Spanish.

“I think that this road will lead us to the hotel.” Dylan said as we started walking along the footpath at the side of the road.

There was a long line of parked cars that mostly hid us from the passing traffic but as we got out of the built-up area the parked cars ended and the passing vehicles got more frequent, a few beeping their horns.

“See,” Dylan said, “they like seeing my Little Mermaid.”

“Yeah right, I just hope that my legs don’t fuse together.”

“Bloody hell no, I need them spread wide just as soon as we get to our bungalow.”

“Can I have a bit of a nap first, then can you take one of those blue pills please Dylan?”

“For you lover, anything, but we might just miss tonight’s entertainment.”

“Who cares?”


We made it to the hotel about 10 minutes later and a handful of people in the lobby staring at the naked me as I walked in then out of the other side. One woman walking from the beach gave me a filthy look as we walked along the path to our bungalow where I lay on one of the loungers on the veranda with Dylan running around getting me water and putting the snorkel gear where we’d decided to keep it.

It didn’t take long for me to doze off, in full view of anyone walking along the path.


When I woke up Dylan had retrieved our towels from the beach and was about to order some room service. When he told me the last bit I said,

“Let’s leave the room service for a while, I have a huge itch that needs taking care of first.”

Our still salty bodies made love on the bed then in the shower before our stomach told us that they needed some proper food in them.

I was back laying on the lounger when a waiter arrived with our food and I got up to give the smiling waiter a tip whilst Dylan hid in the bathroom.


Dylan took one of the blue pills with his food and when we’d finished eating we went and lay on the bed relaxing and waiting for the pill to kick-in. Only I couldn’t wait and I sat up and started sucking Dylan’s cock until it rose to it’s magnificent glory.


We had a bit of a rest when we heard loud music coming from near the bar at the pool and I went, still totally naked, but it was dark outside by then, to see what the entertainment was. I stood at the side and watched as a MC announced that it was Karaoke night. I backed up and went back to the bungalow hoping that we weren’t going to get deafened as people murdered some good songs.


During another short break later on, Dylan ordered some more room service and I was riding him on the bed when it arrived. I could see the young waiter watching as I went up and down, impaled on Dylan’s cock, and when the food was all sorted the guy looked over to us.

“Sorry mate. I’m a little busy to get you a tip right now.”

“That’s okay madam, you’ve already been very generous with your tips.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that but I didn’t pursue the matter. The guy eventually left.


We had another break, although it wasn’t much of a break because I was sat on Dylan’s lap with his cock deep inside me, whilst we ate, then it was back to the bed where we went through every position that we could think of. At one point I asked,

“Dylan, sometime can we get a fucking machine that you can fix to the bottom of the bed in the Games Room so that you can tie me down, blindfold me and let the fucking machine fuck my brains out all day?”

“Aren’t I fucking you enough Esther?”

“You are being amazing Dylan, no girl could ask more from you, but there are days when you’re at work and my pussy needs fucking.”

“Wednesdays and Thursdays you mean?”

“Yes, you could strap me down and set the fucking machine going. Then by the time you get home after a day at work my needs will have been taken care of and we can fuck at a more leisurely pace.”

“I would have thought that being fucked by a machine for 8 or 9 hours non-stop would do more than take care of your needs Esther. There’s no way that I’m going to start a machine fucking you and then go to work. Tell you what, we’ll get a machine and set it fucking you on a Saturday morning then I can check on you every 15 minutes or so and see how it goes.”

“Okay, that’s a good start, then we can extend the time each week.”

“We’ll see, you may be unconscious after an hour or so.”

“I doubt that, but I’m happy to take it slowly. Hey, I’ve just had a thought, could we invite Tim over and get him to video some of the sessions for Bethany’s website?”

“I’m sure that we can arrange that Esther.” Dylan replied before we slowed down and eventually fell asleep.

*****

The next morning I woke up on my side with Dylan doing his usual. I didn’t know how I’d got on my side because I remembered going to sleep flat on my back. But I wasn’t that bothered because Dylan was making me feel good.

“Have you been fucking me all night?” I asked Dylan.

“No, only the last 30 minutes or so, you really were in a deep sleep Esther, I was starting to think that you were unconscious.”

“You do know that you can fuck me when I’m unconscious don’t you Dylan?”

“Yes, you’ve told me that before Esther, I guess that it will depend on why you are unconscious.”

“Okay, I can understand that. The same applies if someone actually does manage to hypnotise me, unlike that numpty the other night. Someone needs to tell him to stick to his magic tricks. Oh yes Dylan, ram it in harder please.”

I lifted my upper leg up in the air and Dylan really did ram himself into me for a couple of minutes before I had my first orgasm if the day. Unfortunately Dylan didn’t cum, probably because of the blue pill that he took the night before.

“Deep throat me Dylan,” I said, “see if that makes you cum.”

“Are you sure Esther, the last rime we did that you had a sore throat for the rest of the day.”

“I’m sure Dylan, I want you to cum. Maybe my throat has got used to your cock and won’t get sore but it will be worth it knowing that you’ve cum.”


I shuffled around on the bed, on my back, so that my head was hanging over the end as Dylan got off the bed and went round so that I was looking up at his balls and cock.

“Ready?” Dylan asked.

“Ready.” I replied then opened my mouth as wide as I could.

I took a deep breath as I saw the head of his cock approach my mouth then slowly enter me. My lips closed around it as it slid towards the back of my mouth.


We’d read about how to not gag, and practised it until I could take all of Dylan’s cock and relax enough to hold my breath for ages before I have to push Dylan away, but that was usually with me knelt in front of him.

We’d done it like we were then a couple of time but Dylan hadn’t lasted long before shooting his load down my throat and starting to go soft, but this time was different. That blue pill meant that he didn’t cum quickly and as I lifted my legs so that he could grab them and pull them wide apart, my right hand went to my pussy and frantically started rubbing my clit.

Dylan, the perfect gentleman, pulled out when I tapped his left arm, our pre-arranged signal that I was getting desperate for some air. I exhaled as his cock withdrew then took a deep breath as his cock started to penetrate my mouth again. Again going so far into my throat that his ball banged on my eyes.

This happened a few times during which my right hand was taking me right to the edge. The next time that his cock penetrated my throat my orgasm hit me. I desperately need to take some quick breaths and I tapped Dylan’s arm again. He withdrew and waited until my peak was over then he rammed his cock back down my throat and instantly gave me my breakfast starters. I felt each pulse of his cock as he squirted more of his cum down my throat.

By then I was getting desperate for more air in my lungs and my left hand was tapping his left arm. As soon as he realised that his arm was getting tapped he quickly pulled out of me and I gasped for air.

Lungs now full of fresh air I said.

“Oh my gawd, for a couple of seconds I thought that you weren’t going to pull out and I was going to die but the weird thing was that my pussy started to pulse like I was doing my Kegel exercises. It was like my body wanted one more orgasm before I died.”

“I haven’t a clue how to explain that Esther and I’m really sorry that I took so long to pull out. Next time really hit me to make me realise what I’m doing to you. By the way, your face looks terrible, it’s covered in saliva, a bit of my cum and some of your tears. Were you crying?”

“No, that’s just, I don’t know, I love you Dylan Hargreaves.”

“And I love you too Esther Hargreaves. Now let’s get showered and try to beat the breakfast rush. I’ll be happy when that damned conference finishes.”

Dylan helped me get to my feet and we had a sensual, but sex free shower before putting some clothes on and heading to the restaurant.

Fortunately we managed to get a table and no one seemed to notice that I was wearing a slightly see-through dress. Dylan said that we might have been able to get a table because some of the conference delegates had found the conference to be too boring and a waste of time.


Anyway, we also managed to get some sun loungers on the beach and spent the rest of the morning being lazy, topping up our tans and me teasing the waiters who brought us drinks by laying there with my legs spread wide.

In the middle of the afternoon we were both getting a little restless so I went back to the bungalow, got our snorkelling equipment and we went exploring again.

We’d swum out towards the end of the jetty to explore around there but we had to quickly swim away because another boat was coming in and presumably needed to tie-up. As we watched the guy bring it in Dylan asked me if I’d like to rent one of those boats one summer, telling me that it probably only had one berth.

“I guess that it could be fun, but I suppose it depends on where it is and if we’d be moving around all the time.”

“Yeah, maybe not such a good idea knowing that you like to be seen a lot.”


We went back under and were again amazed at all the fishes and what lived in the underwater rocks. As per the previous day we totally lost any concept of time or where we were and when we surfaced we again discovered that the current had taken us well beyond the hotel’s private beach and my pussy tingled a bit knowing that we’d have to walk through all the clothed people on the beach then along the road back to the hotel again.

During the walk back I asked Dylan if we could explore some side street on the way.

“You have remembered that you are totally naked Esther, not even shoes.”

“Of course, you know that I like the excitement of being seen and maybe getting some compliments for being so brave.”

“Or some derogatory comments that might upset you.”

“You know that they don’t bother me, they’re usually from jealous people. Besides, they’ll probably be in Spanish and we won’t understand them.”

“And they’ll make you more horny my little exhibitionist nymph.”

“And I’m going to jump your bones when we get back Dylan.”

“Come on then, let’s go, and mind where you put your feet.”


We wandered along quite a few side streets and quite a few people saw us. A group of young men followed us for a few minutes and I really enjoyed them staring at me. We even stopped to look in a couple of shop windows and I asked Dylan if we could go in and have a look around but he reminded me that he didn’t carry any money in his swimming shorts.

At one point Dylan ran ahead of me then videoed me as I slowly walked towards him and I wondered if Bethany would want to put that video on her website.


When we finally got back to the hotel there were quite a few people in the lobby and some of them stared at the very naked me as Dylan and I walked through the lobby holding hands. Dylan guessed that most of the people were from the conference, that ended that day, wanting to get a quick getaway.


All that being naked in public with people looking at me had made me very horny – again, and I jumped on Dylan just as soon as we got back to our bungalow.


We didn’t get any further than our veranda that evening. Dylan had taken one of those blue pills again and we spent all the evening and half of the night fucking in every position that we could think of. I was even riding Dylan’s cock when our room service meal got delivered. I pulled a cushion in front of my pussy when the waiter knocked on the door but it was very obvious what we were doing.

*****

For some strange reason we woke up early and after our daily morning fuck on the bed and then in the shower we made it to the restaurant in time for some breakfast. The blue pill was still giving Dylan a permanent hard-on but somehow, we managed to keep it under control throughout breakfast and when we went to the beach.

Dylan kept his swimming shorts on whilst I coated him in sunblock, then he coated me in the stuff, making me cum as I stood in front of him. My legs had given way and I lay back on the lounger with Dylan sat on the edge of the lounger with his right hand gently toying with my pussy between my spread legs (my feet were on the sand on either side of the lounger).

Dylan’s administrations were having the desired effect and I was close to cumming again when we heard a male voice loudly saying,

“Hargreaves, Dylan Hargreaves, is that you?”

Dylan withdrew his hand from my pussy as he turned his head to see who had spoken his name. The last thing that either of us had expected was to meet someone that we knew but stood at the bottom of my lounger was 2 middle-aged men, one whom I recognised as Ronald Culkin, the CEO of the company that Dylan works for.

“Yes it is you Hargreaves isn’t it?” Ronald Culkin said.

Dylan got to his feet and turned to face the 2 men and I was so relieved for him that his swimming shorts were managing to conceal his hard-on.

“Yes sir,” Dylan replied, “what on earth are you doing here sir?”

“I could ask you the same question Dylan, but I can see exactly what you were doing, hello Esther isn’t it, I see that you’re wearing even less than when we met at the company do a few weeks a go, and I must say that you look even more beautiful today. Oh, have you met Reggie Wallis, our HR director, we’re here for that waste of time conference. You haven’t been a bad boy and Henry has sent you to the conference as a punishment has he?”

“No sir,” Dylan replied as he put out his right hand to shake Reggie Wallis’s hand and I smiled knowing that the fingers on Dylan’s right hand were coated in my pussy juices.

“Pleased to meet you Mr. Wallis.”

“Please Dylan,” Ronald Culkin said, “we’re not in the office now, it’s Ron and Reggie out here, so have you been upsetting old Henry?”

“No sir, err Ron, Esther and I are here on our second honeymoon, we only got married last summer but life has been a little hectic and we decided that we needed a very lazy second honeymoon.”

“Well you’re lucky that you didn’t have to attend the conference, it was just as pointless as I expected but it did give us an excuse to spend a few days out here.” Ron replied, “our wives are having a field day shopping in the city and Reggie and I are going to spend a couple of days fishing before we have to go back to England. We’ve hired that boat for a couple of days.”

Ron pointed to one of the boats tied-up at the jetty.

“Hey, why don’t you two join us, as you can see the boat is big enough and I’m sure that it’s stocked with enough food and beer for 4 people instead of 2.”

“Oh we couldn’t Ron, we wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Nonsense, it will be good have someone else to talk to. What do you say Esther? Do you fancy sunbathing on the deck of that boat and being perved on by 2 old men?”

I looked up at all 3 men and saw that all 3 pairs of eyes were looking a lot lower down my body than my eyes and I felt the tingling in my nipples and clit get stronger.

“You don’t look old Ron, neither of you.” I replied, stalling for time as my brain tried to decide.

I looked up at Dylan and saw that he was smiling. I also thought that a couple of days having Dylan’s top boss perving on my naked body couldn’t do Dylan’s career prospects any harm, and it would be good for my all-over tan.

“So what’s your plan for the day Ron” I asked, “just sail out to sea, do some fishing then come back just before the sun goes down?”

“That’s just about it Esther,” Ron replied, “if the fish aren’t biting we may just cruise into the ports and have a look around. So have you or Dylan been fishing before?”

“My dad took an a couple of times, just to escape from my mum for a few hours, but it was a bit boring for me.” I said.

“No, never,” Dylan replied, “but I guess that fishing out here from a boat will be completely different to sitting beside a river in a cold and wet England.”

“Different world Dylan, so what do you say?”

Dylan looked down at my face and saw me nod my head. Then he said,

“Well if it isn’t an imposition we’d love to come along Ron.”

“Good, that’s settled, come on then, our pilot or captain or whatever title he wants to use, has been waiting for us for over an hour.”

“Could we just pop back to our room and collect a few things?” Dylan asked.

“No need Dylan, I’m sure that the boat will have everything that you’ll need, come on.”


Dylan was smiling as he put his hand out to help me get up. He knew that I had absolutely no clothes with us, not even a G-string, and that I’d have to be totally naked on that boat all day with 2 middle-aged men and the driver of the boat, however old he was.

Ron and Reggie marched off towards the boat with Dylan and I following, Dylan carrying everything that we had with us which consisted of a couple of towels, our snorkelling gear and a small bag with the sunblock and our sunglasses.


I felt good walking along that jetty, but not as good as I had been just before Ron and Reggie arrived on the scene.


The jetty was long enough and Ron and Reggie were far enough ahead for Dylan and I to have a short conversation.

“Do you want me to let them fuck me Dylan?”

“Esther dear, sweet, beautiful, hot, Esther, I want whatever you want. I doubt that them fucking you will make any difference to my career prospects. If you want to let them fuck you then let them. I’m sure that both of them have a lot more experience fucking girls than I have, you may learn something that will help both of us.”

“They’re both old enough to be my father Dylan.”

“Therefore, using the laws of average, they should be more experienced than I am Esther. As I said, it’s entirely up to you. If it makes you happy them it makes me happy.”

“Did you put the GoPro in the bag Dylan?”

“Not thinking of a bit of blackmail are you Esther?”

“Jeez no, I would never do that to any man. No, I was thinking about Bethany’s website, you know, ‘young girl gets fucked by her father’ sort of thing. I’m sure that Tim could blur out their faces.”

“We don’t need the money that a video like that could earn you Esther.”

“I know, just for the fun of it.”

“Entirely up to you my love, I’ll still love you whatever you decide.”

I squeezed Dylan’s hand as my nipples and clit tingled some more at the thought of those 2 middle-aged men fucking me. As we approached the boat I saw the driver and had another naughty thought, a full gang-bang with 3 men fucking me and Dylan videoing me. You see, the driver was a man about my age and he was wearing only shorts over his well fit looking, tanned body.


Dylan, stepped back and let me board the boat first and the driver put out his hand for me to take to steady me. As he did so I could see 2 things. Firstly his eyes were going up and down my naked body, and secondly, his shorts were starting to bulge in the front.

“Thank you kind sir.” I said which was closely followed by Ron saying,

“Esther, Dylan, this is Juan, our captain for the day. Captain, this is Dylan and his beautiful wife Esther. Not a problem having 2 more people with us is it?”

“No sir,” Juan replied, “but I only have fishing equipment for 2 people.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that Juan,” Ron replied, “I doubt that young Esther will be doing any fishing and Dylan looks like he needs a good rest.”

I saw Ron smile and Juan look me up and down again and I wondered what was going through his mind.

“Okay Captain,” Ron said, “lets get the show on the road.”

Juan quickly went and untied the ropes that were holding the boat in place then he climbed up the little ladder to where I could see the steering wheel. I heard the engine start up then we started moving forwards.

“Right,” Ron said, “let’s find the booze.”

It didn’t take long to find the fridge and Ron passed bottles of cold beer around. With the 4 of us sat around the back of the boat Ron said,

“So Esther, what do you do with your time, Dylan here doesn’t make you go out to work does he?”

“No, not at all Ron, before we got married I worried a little about how I’d fill my time after Dylan told me that there was no need for me to work and that he didn’t want me to work but it didn’t take long after our marriage for me start filling my days.”

“I heard a rumour that Dylan was marrying a devout catholic,” Reggie said, “and that he was going to be miserable for the rest of his life.”

Dylan neatly sprayed a mouthful of beer all over the place before he laughed and replied,

“Who told you that Reggie? Does Esther look like she’s a devout catholic?”

All eyes turned to me. I’d sat the way that I’ve been training myself to do ever since I got married, like a man with my knees well apart, and my tingling got a bit stronger seeing all 3 men stare at my swollen and wet pussy. It was really enjoying the attention.

“Oh just the office grapevine,” Reggie replied, “I haven’t been in the office much these last few months but I’m guessing that the rumours will have changed a little by now.”

“I heard that young Esther here got spanked at Henry’s barbecue.” Ron added, “is that right Esther?”

“Yes it is Ron, and Henry made me cum when he spanked me.”

It was Reggie’s turn to nearly spray beer everywhere before he said,

“Bloody hell, what did Julia say?”

“Nothing,” Dylan replied, “she just stood and watched with a smile on her face as everyone spanked my naked wife’s backside.”

“Well good for you Esther,” Ron said, “so just how do you fill your days?”

So I told them everything. As I was talking Dylan went to talk to Juan for a while then he came back to us with more bottles of cold beer. After handing then round he sat beside me and put an arm round my waist. Then when I got to the end of new life story Dylan said,

“I could see that Esther wasn’t the girl that her mother was trying to turn her into when I first met her. I just knew that there was a more adventurous girl inside just waiting to break out so I asked her to marry me. What I didn’t quite realise at the time was just how repressed she was. She’s changed even more that I could ever have imagined, did she tell you about the gang-bangs and the rugby club showers?”

“No, she missed those bits out.” Reggie said.

“You’re not usually shy these days Esther, tell them.”

So I did, starting by saying that I’d forgotten those times, which was temporarily true, I will never properly forget them.


Shortly after I’d finished telling Ron and Reggie about my amazing experiences we heard the engine cut out then Juan climbed down and said,

“Okay lady and gentlemen, this is where there were lots of fish yesterday, do you want to get the gear setup?”


Juan, Ron and Reggie started getting organised and start fishing as Dylan and I backed out of the way. We stood and watched with me leaning back on Dylan and his hands round my waist mostly. When they weren’t round my waist they were wandering up and down, teasing my 3 buttons when he thought no one was watching.


Everything that had happened since Dylan had first made me cum on the beach that morning had kept me highly aroused and Dylan was topping-up my arousal. I just knew that it wouldn’t take much for me to go over that infamous edge.


Anyway, once Reggie and Ron were setup, sitting on seats looking out of the back of the boat with their lines cast, Ron asked Juan to get them a beer each. Juan got them but as he was walking back to Reggie and Ron I stopped him and took them off his saying that I would give them to the guys.

I took the bottles and went and stood between the 2 guys, leaning back on the back of the boat and standing with my feet well apart. As I gave the guys the bottles Ron said,

“You really are beautiful Esther, you remind me of how my wife was when she was your age. After having a couple of kids her tits are now big and floppy and I doubt that she’s seen her clit for years. I love how your tits are just a nice handful and your nipples are as big as the last joint on your index finger.

I love the way you young girls keep your pussies as bald as they day you were born. My wife has a horrible jungle sown there these days.”

“Mime too, horrible.” Reggie added.”

“And as for your clit Esther,” Ron continued, “I love how it’s about the same size as your nipples and that it sticks out even when you’re just standing there. I bet that both you and Dylan get a lot of pleasure out of that.”

As Ron was saying that I saw his spare hand reach towards my tits but stopped before he actually touched me so I said,

“Thank you Ron, you’ll make me blush, and we do. You can touch them if you want, Dylan won’t get jealous. He loves to watch me getting fucked by other men.”

“Does he now.” Reggie said as both he and Ron reached to my chest and started caressing my tits.

I couldn’t stop myself moaning, even if I’d wanted to. I closed my eyes and said

“Hmm, that’s nice.”


“Age brings the ability to gently caress instead of just groping.” Ron said.

“Well that’s not always the case, Dylan can make me cum just by caressing my tits, unlike some of the guys at the rugby club who get quite rough at times.”

“Do you want to cum right now Esther?” Reggie asked.

“What girl doesn’t want to cum Reggie. Dylan was about to make me cum on the beach when you 2 turned up so I’ve been really turned on ever since then.”

“Just relax and enjoy it Esther.” Ron said, then he loudly added,

“JUAN, have got any sunblock on this boat?”

Seconds later Dylan was stood in front of me smiling and holding our bottle of sunblock.

“Squeeze a blob on each of Esther’s tits please Dylan, we don’t want our old, rough hands making her nipples sore.”

Dylan did as asked and before he walked back her gave my clit a quick flick which made me let out a long moan.


The 2 guys continued their caressing and playing with my nipples. I have to say that Ron was slightly better at it than Reggie was, but neither were quite as good as Dylan, maybe because Dylan uses his mouth as well.

Anyway, a couple or so of minutes later I announced that I was going to cum and seconds later I did, my body shaking and jerking, me somehow managing to stay on my feet. When I was able I said,

“Thank you guys, I really needed that.”

“Our pleasure,” Ron said, “there’s plenty more that we can please you with if you want. Are you sure that Dylan won’t get jealous if we fuck you? I haven’t had a good fuck for months.”

“No, Dylan won’t get jealous if you fuck me, but I would like him to video it. Just for our personal use you understand.”

“That would be okay, but you have to promise that the videos will never, ever get onto the internet. If anyone recognised us we’d be really deep in the brown stuff.”

“I promise that your faces will NEVER get onto the internet guys. I’d hate to cause you any grief.”

“So who wants to fuck me first? We can go onto the deck at the front of the boat for a bit of privacy if you want.”

Ron unclipped the harness that was holding him onto the seat then took my hand and led me passed Dylan and Juan and up onto the front deck. We had to climb up a little ladder and I was 100% sure that Ron was looking up at my butt and wet pussy as I went up in front of him.

“So how do you want to take me Ron?” I asked.

“Doggie style Esther, I want to see that cute little rump of yours sticking up in the air before I ram myself into you.”

I got down on my spread knees and bent forwards so that my head and arms were on the deck. I looked back and saw Ron unfastening, then dropping his shorts revealing a fair sized cock which started moving towards me.

As his cock got closer I saw Dylan come and stand closer to me and I saw the GoPro in his hand.

“Ooooh, that’s nice.” I said, “I really needed that.”

Ron started properly fucking me and I moaned and groaned each time that he thrust forwards into me. Sadly, Ron didn’t last long and he was soon asking me if he could cum inside me. When I said that he could he gave one last, hard thrust then held his cock deep inside me as I felt his warm cum blast into me.

After a good few seconds of both of us not moving a muscle, apart from Ron’s cock starting to soften, he finally pulled out of me and got to his feet. I turned over and sat watching him as he put his shorts back on then he thanked me and told me that I was amazing.

I also saw Dylan stop recording the scene on the GoPro.

After Ron left me and went back to his fishing, Dylan asked me if I was okay.

“Yes thanks, he doesn’t have your stamina but he sure knows how to ram his cock into me. At one point I thought that if he keeps going for a long time he’d push me over the side of the boat.”

“A good job that I didn’t bring any of my blue pills then.”

“Yeah, I like other blokes fucking me but I only want you to fuck me non-stop for hours on end.”

I heard a sound and turned my head to see Reggie climbing up the ladder.

“Are you sure that you want to do this Esther? Don’t feel as though you have to do it just because we’re Dylan’s boss’.”

“I want to Reggie. I missed out on so much because of how my mother brought me up and I’m still catching up.”

“And you’re happy with this Dylan?” Reggie asked.

“Reggie, my wife’s body belongs to her not me. She has to choose what she does with it.”

“Thank you, can you get on your back and hold your legs up and wide apart please Esther?”

I did and saw Dylan quickly get the GoPro recording again.

Reggie’s cock looked shorter, but fatter than Ron’s but I still enjoyed him fucking me. Unfortunately, he too didn’t last long and I didn’t cum, but being fucked by 2 men that were both old enough to be my father certainly added to my knowledge of different types and styles of fucking.

As Reggie left us Dylan came over, helped me to my feet and hugged me.

“You okay Esther?”

“Yep. Look over there Dylan.”

Dylan looked the way that I was pointing and saw Juan watching us.

“Do you want Juan to fuck you as well Esther?” Dylan asked.

I smiled and nodded my head.

“JUAN.” Dylan shouted and waved for Juan to come to us.

“Do you want to fuck my wife?”

A huge smile appeared on Juan’s face and his head nodded up and down. Dylan waved him over and I asked him how he wanted me.

“Grab that rail and walk backwards.” He replied.

I did, and walked so far back that my torso was parallel to the deck. I spread my feet quite wide then started twerking my butt. Dylan came over and I saw the GoPro pointing at my hanging tits, not that they hang very low, but they were wobbling a little bit as I twerked.

Then Dylan went behind me and I guessed that he was videoing my twerking butt.

Seconds later I felt hands on my hips and a cock rubbing up and down my slit. I stopped twerking and moaned as the cock rubbed over my clit, then I let out a long moan as the cock sank deep into my hole.

It just sat there for a few seconds and savoured the feeling until the cock pulled nearly out then went deep inside me again. Again Juan paused for a few seconds before he started going in and out of me.

Juan was a lot younger than Ron and Reggie, around my age, and it showed in the amount of stamina that he had as his cock slid in and out of me over and over and over.

I could feel an orgasm building and was pleased that Juan kept going until I shouted,

“OH FUCK, I’M CUMMMMMING.”

As I did so my pussy muscles clamped down on Juan’s cock and he started unloading his balls inside me.

When we both started to relax I felt Juan step back and a few seconds later I stood up straight and turned to face Dylan.

“I’m guessing that you enjoyed that Esther.” Dylan asked.

“Yes I did, but not as much as I would have if it had been your cock lover.”

“You’re all covered in sweat Esther.”

I looked down at my chest then replied,

“So I am, fancy a swim?”

Thankfully, Dylan had put the camera down because he picked me up then jumped off the side of the boat with me in his arms and screaming until my head went under the surface.

We surfaced and held each other, kissing whilst our legs kicked about to keep us on the surface.

“Too deep to fuck.” Dylan said.

“Can you finger me then please?” I asked.

“I’ve got a better idea Esther, let’s get out then you can go and stand between Ron and Reggie and let them finger you. You’ll like that.”

“I will, come on.”

As we climbed back onto the boat I said,

“Those 3 made me really appreciate your long love making sessions lover.”



A couple or so of minutes later the dripping wet me was standing between Ron and Reggie with the bottle of sunblock in my hand and saying,

“I was all sweaty and that dip felt good but I need some more sunblock all over, any volunteers?”

“Silly question Esther,” Ron replied, “of course we’ll do you. The fish aren’t biting, they must have moved on.”

Both Ron and Reggie unbuckled themselves and led me to the middle of the deck where Juan, who must have been listening, had spread a towel. I lay face down and the guys started rubbing the lotion all over my back.

They’d never be any good at giving a massage but they did make me feel good, especially when they ‘accidentally’ touched my pussy from behind.

When they were done Ron slapped my butt and told me to turn over. I did, and without even thinking about it, I spread my legs wide. With the 2 guys knelt either side of me they got to work with no hesitation about rubbing the lotion on my tits or pussy.

Needles to say that those 3 areas got a lot more lotion on them than the rest of my front but I certainly wasn’t complaining, especially when they fingered me and made me cum.


As I was coming down from my high I heard Ron say,

“Juan, there’s no fish here and I’ve gone off the idea of fishing for today, can you take us to the nearest harbour for a look around?”

When I sat up I could see the fishing gear being packed away so I asked Dylan,

“Can we go onto the top deck and do some sunbathing please?”

We did, and lay out sunbathing as the boat sped through the water. We just lay there for quite a while until we heard the tone of the engine decrease. We got to our feet and saw that we were approaching a little little port and village. We just stood there as the boat slowed and crawled into the harbour that was quite busy with tourists wandering around.

As Juan was tying the boat to the posts on the land, Ron came up onto the top deck and firstly asked if I had remembered that I was naked and that people could see me.

“Yes I do, I just love the way people look at me when I’m naked. When I dressed the way my mother made me I was just about invisible to everyone.”

“So you won’t mind going for a wander around with us then Esther?”

I was smiling as Dylan replied for me,

“Esther would love to got for a wander in her birthday suit Ron. This place doesn’t look big enough to have a policeman anywhere nearby so she can flaunt her body as much as she likes.”

“Good, let’s go then.” Ron replied.

Ron, Reggie, Dylan and myself climbed off the boat and off we went. It wasn’t long before some middle-aged American woman just had to express her disapproval of me being naked. And she just had to do it in a voice loud enough to be heard back in America, but Ron came to my defence telling the woman to mind her own business and leave the poor girl alone.

As the woman walked off in a huff, all 4 of us started laughing with me saying,

“Stupid cow, she’s only jealous because she’s fat and ugly.”

I said it loud enough for the woman to hear but she didn’t turn around and say anything back. What the woman had achieved was to draw a few people attention to me and I smiled as we walked on with my nipples and clit tingling more than before.

Dylan had brought the GoPro with him and I hung back a bit from the 3 guys whilst Dylan videoed me walking naked in public. At one point I watched him run in front of me and video me approaching him. I so wanted to touch my tits or pussy and to make myself cum but I knew that if there was any hint of lewd behaviour I risked someone calling the police so I kept my hands by my sides.

“Another few clips for Bethany’s website.” I thought.

Even more so as the 3 guys started walking alongside me and they led me to a cafe where we sat at an outside table. It was Ron who led us to that table and he held a chair for me so that I was sat where everyone passing by would be able to see that I was naked. As I sat on the chair I wondered if Ron was trying to encourage my exhibitionism.

The waiter who served us just treated me like any other customer although I did see him staring at my chest and stomach a few times.

“So Esther, Ron said as we waited for our cold drinks and ice creams, “are you enjoying being here totally naked?”

“I am, it’s so liberating, so natural, so exciting, it’s like I have some sort of control or power over the people who stare at me.”

“Esther,” Ron replied, “with a body like yours and the way that you obviously like showing it, you could get any man to do whatever you want. You could rule the world if you wanted to.”

“You’ll make me blush Ron, do you really think that? But that’s not what I want, I’ve already got everything that I want.”

I reached over to Dylan and squeezed his arm.

“You’re one lucky bastard Hargreaves,” Reggie said, “don’t ever upset this amazing young woman.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about there.” Dylan replied, “I would never dream of upsetting her.”


Our drinks and ice cream arrived and we sat eating, drinking and making small talk whilst also doing some people watching.

“It’s amazing how many people walk around with blinkers on isn’t it?” Ron said when he had finished his drink.

“Yes,” I replied, “I never realised that until I gave people something to look at and they didn’t even see me.”

“Does that disappoint you Esther?” Reggie asked.

“It does, but it’s their lives to lead as they wish.”

“When we leave here do you want me to announce your presence like an old world Town Cryer?” Ron asked.

Before I could answer him he continued, shouting.

“OYEZ, OYEZ, OYEZ. COME AND SEE THE GORGEOUS NAKED GIRL.”

“Ron,” I replied, “Shut up. I want to act as normal as I can, to pretend that I’m dressed as a nun.”

“That would be a bad habit to get into Esther. I much prefer you dressed the way you are right now.”

“Very punny Ron.” I replied looking around to see if anyone was staring at me.

“Come on, let’s go.” Ron said, “there must be more to this place than a cafe and little tourist shop.”

We got to our feet and left, continuing our walk round the little harbour.

Unfortunately, Ron was wrong, all that there was there was what we’d already seen and a few houses; oh, and a lot of tourists who thought that the place was a cute little village and port. I don’t know if Ron and Reggie actually wanted to look around the place or if they just wanted to walk around with a totally naked 21 year old girl. Whichever it was I was happy, I was really enjoying being the only one naked in amongst dozens of strangers.

I got quite a few people staring at me and a few comments but as far as I could tell no one seemed upset about a girl walking around naked and Dylan got a few video clips of me posing with a couple of young men who wanted to take selfies stood next to me.


Eventually, Ron and Reggie decided that we should head back to the boat and go back to the hotel. Juan looked a little concerned and relieved when we got back to the boat and he quickly cast-off and set off back to the hotel.


The 3 guys sat at the back of the boat with me in the same positions as when we first left the hotel. We talked mainly small talk and I disappointedly noticed that Ron and Reggie weren’t staring at my pussy as much as they did on the outbound journey but I wasn’t worried, I knew that Dylan would satisfy my needs just as soon as we got back to the bungalow.

As we were walking along the jetty, Ron asked Dylan and I if we would like to join him, Reggie and their wives for diner in the hotel restaurant. Before I had time to think about it Dylan replied thanking him for the invite but that we already had plans and a booking at a restaurant in Cancun town.

On the beach we split up, Ron and Reggie going along the path on one side of the swimming pool whilst Dylan and I used the other path to get to our bungalow.

We made it as far as the veranda before Dylan pulled me to him and we made out on one of the loungers before going inside and to the shower.

It was a long night of love making, only interrupted by room service food. Whilst we were eating Dylan apologised for lying to Ron and asked if I was upset at not meeting the 2 wives.

“Hell no, that would have meant that we’d have to make boring conversation for a couple of hours and missed out on most of the fun that we’ve just had, and are about to have.”

Dylan leant over and kissed me then asked,

“I know that we said that we were going to spend the whole 2 weeks at the hotel but how do you fancy going to Cancun one evening and having a meal and check-out the nightlife?”

“Okay, I know that this place is famous for its spring break parties but there may just be a place or two that are quite lively at this time of the year. We might find somewhere where I can put myself on display.”

“I’ve married a monster haven’t I Esther?”

“If you mean that I love people seeing me naked and having some fun, then yes, you have, but isn’t that what a lot of college girls do here at spring break?”

“Well yes, if the online videos are anything to go by.”

“Tomorrow night then. Now can you chew my clit again please?”

Dylan did, followed by more love making until we finally fell asleep with Dylan spooning me and his cock inside me.

*****

[VanessaEvans]

Getting Married Set Me Free – Our Second Honeymoon
by Vanessa Evans

Part 5

We woke up late, Dylan first and then him fucking me to wake me up. After my first orgasm of the day we rolled over and I rode him reverse cowboy. I was going up and down on him when some movement on the veranda caught my eye. Turning my head I saw the room cleaner’s trolley on the footpath and the housekeeping girl just staring at us. I gave her a little wave and she smiled then turned and went away. Then I said to Dylan,

“The housekeeping girl just saw us.”

“Well I hope that she enjoyed the show.”

“She didn’t looked shocked.”

“How could anyone be shocked looking at your naked body Esther?”

“You say all the right things, oh, oh, here it comes.”

I had my second orgasm of the day and my pussy contractions triggered Dylan’s first.


We just made it to breakfast before they closed. I was wearing just a dress that was originally designed to be worn over something because it’s made of some sort of see-through fabric but with flowers printed on it. Unfortunately, no one appeared to notice that they could see all of me through the dress.


We went to the beach again, although we grabbed the sun loungers furthest away from the jetty. After Dylan had made me cum rubbing the sunblock on me, we were just settling down for some serious sunbathing when we saw Ron and Reggie walking along the Jetty then set off for another days fishing. Dylan saying,

“Well I bet that they won’t have as much fun as yesterday.”

We had a very relaxing day on the beach. There weren’t many people on the beach and therefore not may walking between us as the sea but I wasn’t bothered, I was relaxing in the sun with us sometimes playing with each other’s body. Dylan likes sitting on the side of my lounger and playing with my pussy as we tell each other our fantasies. He’s told me a few times that I’m crazy and that I’ll get into serious trouble one day. Then he tells me that he loves me and that he’ll come and visit me in jail every day.

It’s usually at that point that my body starts shaking as another orgasm takes control of me.

One of my fantasies is different scenarios of me being naked in amongst clothed people. With each scenario we try to work out a way to make it happen. Unfortunately they are all unlikely to happen as they are way too far fetched. One being me travelling from the hotel right back to our house with me with no clothes on. Nice idea, but not very realistic.


Some of the times that I was just daydreaming I could see Dylan doing something on his phone. Neither of us are great social media fans so I doubted that that was what he was doing, then I remembered email and assumed that that was what he was looking at.


By mid afternoon we were both getting a bit restless and Dylan suggested some snorkelling. That sounded good to me so I went back to the bungalow to get the equipment.


Soon we were scouring the seabed looking for anything of interest. Strangely enough, we found something. At first we were puzzled but as we got closer we realised that we were looking at 2 glass balls, not quite as big as tennis balls.

We surfaced and each held one up out of the water. Neither of us could think of anything that they were part of, or what they were designed for. After a minute or so Dylan said that we should keep them. He put them in his shorts pockets but was obvious that they’d pull his shorts down, or look like he had 2 huge testicles.

“I know.” I said as I took the glass ball in my right hand down to my pussy.

“You’re not?” Dylan asked.

Ten seconds later my right hand came up and out of the water and I said,

“TA-DA.”

“Bloody hell Esther, what does that feel like?”

“Nice, but a bit full, give me the other one.”

Ten seconds later my empty hand came up out of the water with me saying,

“I hope that they don’t slip out.”

“With all the Kegels that you’ve been doing and the way that your pussy squeezes the last drop of cum out of my cock I’m guessing that you’ll manage to keep them in. I wonder what it will feel like walking around with those inside you?”

“Probably like a bigger version of my Lush vibrator.”

“And much heavier, we’ll see just how strong your pussy muscles have become.”

“Yeah, let’s explore some more, we might find something else that’s interesting.” I said.

“You mean something else that you can push up your pussy.”

“Maybe,” was the last thing that I said before putting the snorkel mouthpiece in my mouth and submerging.


I have to admit that as we swam around I was looking for something that I could put in my pussy but alas, when we surfaced again I had found nothing. I looked at Dylan and saw that he was looking at the beach. I looked too and after a couple of seconds of puzzlement I realised that we were right at the far end of the clothed beach.

“Do you want to swim back Esther?”

“Against that current, no, I’d be exhausted, let’s walk.”

“Are you sure Esther, it’s much further and you’ve got those balls inside you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

We swam to the beach and I quickly realised that those 2 glass balls were heavy. I had to clench my pussy muscles to stop me feeling like they were about to drop out of me.

“You okay Esther?” Dylan asked, “I can see the front of your slit contracting.”

“Yeah, it’s like when I do my Kegels. James will be proud of me doing them whilst I’m on holiday.”

“Maybe you should have them inside you when go for your Tuesday workouts?”

“I might just do that. James will have kittens when he sees them slide out.”


We walked through the not so crowded beach and to the road with me ignoring the people who Dylan said were looking at me, and I concentrated on keeping the balls inside me. I felt like I had eaten 3 Christmas diners all within 30 minutes.


My pussy muscles were very tired when we eventually arrived back at the hotel. I’d heard a couple of cars beeping at the naked girl walking along but I’d ignored them, too busy keeping the glass balls inside me.

At our bungalow I walked straight one of the loungers and walked up it with one foot on either side of it. Then I let out a long sigh of relief as I relaxed my pussy muscles and let gravity help my pussy expel the balls.

“That was interesting.” I said to Dylan as I picked up the 2 balls then turned and lay back on the lounger.

“So you don’t want to hand those 2 balls in as lost property then Esther?”

“Hell no, this is definitely a case of ‘finders keepers’, I’m going to have some fun with those.

“I’m sure that James will tell you that they are great way of exercising and keeping your pussy muscles healthy and tight. Just don’t go too far and get to a stage where you can break my cock.”

“Oh Dylan, I would never do that. Come here and drop those shorts. My pussy wants to show you how much it loves you.”

“Aren’t your pussy muscles a bit sore?”

“They’ll never be sore enough to deny entry to your amazing cock Dylan.”


We again had to order room service because we didn’t want a break from our love making.

*****

The last few days of our second honeymoon were spent doing nothing different, mainly in our bungalow, on the beach or walking, me naked, back from the clothed beach after letting the current take us along the coast, and we were both very sad when we had to pack our bags to come back to England.

I chose to wear just a very short, cotton, flared skirt and a tank top for the journey home. Neither were see-through although the tank top did have 2 nice bulges on the front most of the time.

On the flight from Atlanta to Heathrow we didn’t manage to fuck but, with the help of an airline blanket, Dylan did manage to make me cum when I lay back on his chest and his hand came round my front and played with my tits and pussy under the blanket.

Occasionally, I lifted one of my knees up which put my pussy on display but I don’t think that anyone saw it.


Jeez, I wished that I’d taken something warmer to wear for when we got back to Heathrow. It was freezing both in Arrivals and even more so outside. My throbbing nipples were definitely leading the way.


The Uber dropped us off at home late in the afternoon. Dylan turned the heating right up and I went and got a robe before we went through the mail. In amongst the letters was a card saying that a delivery driver had left something in our safe place. Dylan quickly went and brought the big box in. It looked quite heavy and I helped him carry it upstairs with him refusing to tell me what it was.

In our games room he let me open it and when I saw the contents I said,

“Is that what I think it is? My pussy is starting to drip.”

“Yes, it’s a fucking machine.”

“Did you think that your cock needs a rest from fucking me so much? Have I worn you out whilst we were away?”

“Not at all, it’s just that my cock can’t fuck you 24×7, I have to go to work, so this machine can satisfy your needs when I’m not here.”

“So Wednesdays and Thursdays you’re going to tie my wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed, put a blindfold and a gag on me and let this machine fuck me all day? I can’t wait.”

“No, if I did that this machine could literally fuck you to death and for some strange reason I don’t want that to happen.”

I shrugged the robe off me and gave Dylan a nice, naked hug and a long kiss. Then I said,

“Me neither, but I do want to be able to use this machine when you are not here and I do want the feeling of not having my senses working when it’s fucking me so that I can concentrate totally on being fucked..”

“Maybe I could strap you down just before I go to work and set the timer so that it only fucks you for a short time then leaves you unable to get off the bed or see or hear anything and wanting more all day. Think how horny you’ll be by the time I get home.”

“Hmm, I sort of like that idea.

“So you like the idea of being tied-up, blindfolded and fucked Esther? We can do that anytime that you want.”

“I know, but that’s with you around, you won’t be here when this machine fucks me.”

“Yes, we need to find a way for you to be alone and helpless, but at the same time have a way of releasing yourself when you need to.”

“Can we think about that some other time please Dylan, for now can we just get this thing working. It’s been hours since your cock was inside me and I’m getting withdrawal symptoms. Or you could just fuck me.”

“I want to but there are things that I have to do so come on, get on the bed and we’ll get it working. I’ll set the timer for 30 minutes for now.”


A couple of minutes later I was securely spread eagle on the bed. I was wearing a blindfold and had a ball-gag strapped in place and Dylan was adjusting the silicone cock so that it just touched my cervix when it thrust forwards and nearly dropped out of me when it went back.

“How’s that Esther?” Dylan asked as the fucking started to get faster.

I gave him the thumbs-up sign then everything went quiet.

As I settled into the constant rhythm of the silicone dildo fucking me I remembered, or I should say that I didn’t remember Dylan say that he had actually set the timer. Just that he was going to.

“Nothing that I can do now,” I thought.

Before the building orgasm consumed all my thoughts I made a mental note to check that I could get my magic wand hanging down from one of the ceiling hooks that Dylan had installed, and to get Dylan to adjust it so that when I was tied down like I was, the business end of the wand would just touch my clit.

My last thought before the first orgasm hit me was of the magic wand and the fucking machine making me cum over and over until I blacked-out because of too much pleasure.

After the second orgasm I started to loose track if time. I started to wonder if Dylan had set the timer of if he’d forgotten to. I tried concentrating my ears to try to hear Dylan but I could hear nothing. I wasn’t panicking but I did wonder if Dylan had forgotten about me and maybe gone out to see one of his mates.

Another orgasm hit me and I was happy that I was laid on the bed. Then another one. I started to think that the time between orgasms was getting shorter and wondered if Dylan had been right, that if the machine wasn’t stopped I really could be fucked to death.


Finally, as I was coming down from yet another high I thought that my nipples were being played with, or where they, was it my imagination? Then I felt Dylan sucking on one of them, then a finger rubbing my clit.

Just as I reached another peak I realised that the dildo was no longer moving, just filling me.

Everything was silent and it stayed that way for what seemed to be hours before I finally heard Dylan say,

“Hey there Esther, are you okay, you look knackered, it’s a good job that I didn’t set the timer for an hour. Are you ready to be released?”

I nodded my head and Dylan started to release me.

When I finally got to my feet Dylan said,

“Jeez Esther, that towel that I put under your butt is soaking. If we left you there with that machine running for hours you’d die of dehydration not being fucked to death. I think that we need to sort out some sort of drinks machine that you can sip from as you get fucked.”

“I am a bit thirsty.”

Dylan got me a drink, helped me get into the shower then he joined me.

“Is your pussy sore?” Dylan asked me as he gently soaped me between my legs.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“You pussy really is good at self lubrication.”


After drying both of us we went to bed where we cuddled and talked about how we could setup some safeguards. We didn’t come up with any ideas as to how I could release myself in an emergency but Dylan did say that he would put a timer on the mains electricity supply so that I would at least get some respite at times.

Inevitably, we ended up fucking and went to sleep with Dylan’s cock inside me and one of his hands cupping one of my tits.