Getting Married Set Me Free

[VanessaEvans]

Getting Married Set Me Free
by Vanessa Evans

Introduction

Before I got married I used to be so shy and I’d considered myself to be a bit of an introvert. This was mainly caused by my mother and the Catholic church, but my new husband has helped me to realise that there was a whole new world out there that I didn’t know about and that I really like.

Part 1

I’m now called Esther Hargreaves and I’m 21 years old. A year ago I got married to this amazing guy called Dylan, who is a good head taller than me, after we’d been going steady for nearly a year.

My parents are devout Catholics and that’s what I was brought up to be. You know,

“It’s a sin to touch yourself between your legs.”

and

“No sex until you are married and only when you want to have a baby Esther.”

and,

“If you let a man, other than your husband, put his hands up your skirt or on your chest before you’re married you will go to hell Esther”

and,

“Always sit with your legs crossed Esther.”

All that sort of indoctrinating and controlling stuff. The thing is, I used to believe all of it until I reached my early teens when I started to realise just how stupid it was but because of the control that my mother had over me there was nothing that I could do, until I met and married Dylan.

Dylan’s parents are the opposite, they are also rich and bought a house for us as a wedding present.


Because of my mother I was somewhat naive when I got married and had stupidly done whatever my mother and the nuns at my all girls Catholic school had told me, well most of the time..

Thankfully, Dylan is a very patient guy and he was prepared to wait until we got married, but he did push to have the wedding sooner rather than later.


There was one big thing that I did a few weeks before the wedding, one thing that went against everything that I had been taught and that would horrify my mother if she found out, I went to see my doctor to ask for some form of contraception. There was no way that I was going to wait for my ‘safe’ time of the month to have sex with Dylan.

I’d just expected my doctor to ask me a few embarrassing questions then give me a prescription for some pills, but no, I was mortified when he told me to take all of my clothes off so that he could properly examine me, and I thought that I was going to die of shame when he got me to put my legs up on those stirrup things and he started prodding and poking my pussy. To add to my embarrassment I could feel my pussy getting quite wet.

Needless to say I didn’t die and I was so relived when he told me that I could get dressed. Then he told me about the different types of contraception and I chose the implant in my arm because he told me that there was a good chance that I would stop having periods. That pleased me as I hated that time of the month.

Dylan was the only person that I’d told that I was going to see my doctor and afterwards when he asked me how it went I just told him that it went okay and wouldn’t elaborate. It was making me blush just remembering my ordeal.


I was expecting my life to change when I got married but I never even considered that it would change in the way that it did.

*****

Due to a late change of schedule, our aeroplane took off in the early hours and we had to go to the airport straight after the wedding reception instead of spending the night in a hotel where we had intended to consummate the marriage.

Our sexual adventures started on the aeroplane going on our honeymoon. I was wearing a nice, knee length summer dress and some white lacy underwear that I’d bought just for the occasion, not even telling my mother that I’d bought them. She was expecting me to wear my usual industrial strength bra and granny knickers.

Of course I’d packed some of my old underwear but when I took my dress off in the hotel bedroom, in front of my new husband, I wanted to look like some of the models that I’d seen in magazines. When I’d told Dylan that I was going to buy some nice underwear for the honeymoon he tried to convince me that he was sure that he’d find an amazing, slim, shapely body once I took my clothes off for him. Through my blushes I’d told him that my breasts were too small but he’d convinced me that he loved small breasts and told me that he was 100% sure that when he’d finally get to see my body it would be truly amazing and that he’d love every square millimetre of it.

I wasn’t convinced, but it was nice of Dylan to say so and it was what he thought that was important and I just hoped that when he eventually saw me naked he wouldn’t be disappointed.


Anyway, on the aeroplane Dylan pointed out that a lot of the girls getting on the plane were wearing mini or micro skirts, or short shorts, and that it looked like some of them weren’t wearing a bra.

“I’ve never worn a miniskirt, nor short shorts, nor gone without a bra Dylan.” I replied.

“Well there’s a first time for everything Esther, I’m sure that you’ll enjoy the experience.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” I replied.

“Why don’t you slide the hem of your dress up so that I can see your thighs Esther, you won’t be showing any more than those girls that have just walked past.”

Eager not to disappoint my new husband, and feeling a little curious about how it would feel, I slid the hem up to mid thigh.

“Further please Esther.”

I did, but stopped when I thought that the people passing could see my knickers if they looked. That was stupid really, because I was sat on a plane seat with my knees together and almost up to the seat in front, besides, I also had my bag on my lap.

“Just a little further Esther.”

I felt terribly exposed even though I was sure that no one was looking at me.

Dylan leant over and kissed me. Whilst he was doing that I felt one of his hands on my bare thigh, and it slid up until I felt it touch my knickers. I gasped and felt a strange tingling in both my pussy and my nipples.

“Stop that Dylan, someone might see us.” I said when our kiss broke.

But Dylan didn’t stop. His hand was still just touching my knickers over my pussy and I swear that his fingers moved up and down my covered slit a couple of times as he leant over and kissed me again.

I was embarrassed but also excited by what Dylan was doing but It stopped suddenly when a man came and sat on the other side of Dylan. Dylan straightened his body but he left his hand where it was. I looked at my lap and confirmed that his hand was covered by my bag so I relaxed a little as Dylan said hello to the man.

Dylan’s hand stayed where it was for most of the flight and my pussy started to feel damp, especially when Dylan moved his fingers a little.


As we were walking through the terminal building Dylan said,

“You liked having my hand on your pussy didn’t you Esther, even if it was through your knickers and all that hair.”

“Yes, it was nice, I can’t wait until we get to the hotel.”

“It will feel much nicer when you haven’t got any knickers on, nor any hair down there.”

“You want me to shave down there Dylan? I’ve always wondered what it would feel like and I’ve read that a lot of girls keep themselves smooth down there.”

“Yes please Esther, I’m sure that our lovemaking will feel much nicer when you’re smooth down there.”

“For you husband, I’ll do it.”

I’d never shaved my pubes off before, not even trimmed them, but if that’s what my new husband wanted then I’d do it.

Dylan’s hand found its way to my knickers again when we got onto the coach to take us to the hotel and I realised that my pussy was getting wetter and wetter and that tingling was back.


Once we got into our hotel room we went straight out onto the balcony and we both agreed that the view was spectacular. Dylan was stood behind me and his hands were round me, His left hand went up to my tits and his right down to my pussy, but above my dress.

“Not out here Dylan, someone might see us.”

“So what?” Dylan replied as he picked me up and carried me into the room.

“I hope that you like what you are about to see.” I said as Dylan started to take my dress off.

“Nice undies.” Dylan said as my dress hit the floor.

“I bought them especially for you darling.”

“I didn’t think that your mother would have bought them. I bet that all the ones that she bought for you are industrial strength.”

“Yes, but these feel much nicer.”

“Not for much longer lover.” Dylan replied as he took my bra and my knickers off leaving me standing there totally naked.

“Wow Esther, even more beautiful than I imagined.

“My tits are too small, I haven’t got those butterfly lips that I’ve read about and I haven’t got a clit hood that manages to cover my clit.”

“Whoa there Esther, for starters your tits are definitely NOT too small, they are perfect, and those nipples, I bet that they taste wonderful. If I’d thought that you had big tits I would never have asked you out on a date. I hate big tits.

As for your pussy, that’s perfect too, you don’t need to have butterfly lips or a hood covering your clit. Just a slit with your clit sticking out is the perfect pussy. There are probably tens of millions of girls out there who would kill to have a pussy like yours. I bet that thousands of rich women have paid millions to have their pussies altered to look just like yours.”

“You’re making me blush, stop it Dylan.”

“There is just one thing that needs a slight change.”

A wave of disappointment swept over me until Dylan grabbed hold of my bush and continued,

“So can we shave all this off?” Dylan added.

“If it will make you happy, yes.”

The disappointment disappeared, that was an easy problem to solve.

“It’s not important at the moment because I’m about to take your cherry, You can ride me this first time so that you are in control of our first time.”

I watched as Dylan started to get undressed and I gasped as his hard cock sprung out of his underwear and for a split second I wondered how that cock was going to fit inside me.

Dylan lay on his back and I straddled him, looking down at his face which was the happiest that I have ever seen it.

“Take your time Esther, remember, it will hurt for a second or two when your hymen breaks.”

“I know, but it will be worth it.”

“It certainly will, we are going to fuck solidly for the next couple of hours, no, make that weeks.”


And we did fuck for a couple of hours, we fucked in most of the positions that I had read about. We also did some oral sex and I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed it. Of course I’d heard about blowjobs and I really enjoyed having Dylan’s cock in my mouth. I tried to go further down on him, get his cock in my throat but I gagged a bit. Dylan explained that I just needed to relax and that I’d manage it with a bit of practise.

Dylan went down on me as well. I never realised that I could get so much pleasure from a man’s mouth on my pussy, and oh my gawd, my clit gave me 2 amazing orgasms and I cursed myself for listening to my mother and not having sex with Dylan from as soon as I met him.

By the time we collapsed on the bed I was a VERY happy, married woman, and quite exhausted. When we finally got off the bed I said.

“I need a shower.”

“So do I.” Dylan replied, then added.

“And I’ll take care of this lot as well.”

“You’re going to shave my pussy!?

“Yes I am, is that okay with you?”

“Of course it is, but I’ll be terribly embarrassed.”

“You look cute when you’re embarrassed but you’ll soon get used to it, all part of married life.”

Dylan fucked me again in the shower before I got out my shaving things that I’d only ever used on my legs and my armpits before.

Another hour later and we were all clean and my pussy was as bald as it could be.

“Come on Esther, there’s still time for us to get a couple of hours sun before it disappears for the day.”


“Okay husband. I’ll dig out my swimsuit.”

We both delved into our suitcases and by the time I had found my swimsuit Dylan was standing and wearing his swimming shorts. He was also holding a little package. As I held my swimsuit against my body 2 things crossed my mind. Firstly I hoped that he liked my old, one-piece swimsuit, and secondly, I wondered what was in the little package that Dylan was holding.

“I’ve got a little surprise for you Esther.”

A puzzled me watched Dylan pass me the little package.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“A bikini for you, put it on please.”

As I was opening the package I was thinking that there was hardly any fabric.

“Is this a thong bikini bottoms?”

“A micro thong bikini bottoms actually darling, you’ll look great wearing it.”

“I, I don’t know if I can, my butt will be all bare and it’s a good job that you shaved me.”

“Exactly, didn’t you see those girls wearing them as we entered the hotel, and come and look down at the pool, most of the girls there are wearing them.”

Dylan took hold of my hand and led me out onto the balcony. As I exited our room my spare hand didn’t know which part of me to cover.

“I’m naked Dylan, someone might see me.”

“I doubt it but if they do they will agree with me in that I am the luckiest man in the world.”

I was feeling really happy and at the same time nervous and embarrassed. That was a very strange combination for me and I wasn’t sure which was the strongest feeling of the three.

“Look,” Dylan said, “thong bikinis everywhere, dozens of bare butts so you will be no different to all those girls.”

“I guess so, okay then, I’ll wear it, can we go back inside please?”

“Of course darling.”

Inside I put on the thong and it felt so strange. I put my hand on my pussy over what little fabric there was and said,

“The fabric’s so thin, I feel naked.”

“Put the top on Esther.”

I did and the yellow fabric was so thin that I could see the bulges that my nipples were making. Also, the triangles covering my tits were so small that they didn’t completely cover even my small tits.

“This is obscene, I can’t go down to the pool like this.”

“Of course you can, you look amazing. You’re no more exposed than most of the girls down there.”

I thought for a couple of seconds and realised that Dylan was right. I guessed that I would have to get used to it. Besides, Dylan obviously wanted me to wear it and it did make me feel good.

Dylan picked up my old swimsuit and it looked enormous compared to the tiny little bikini that I was wearing.

“I guess that you won’t be needing this any more,” and he threw it to the waste basket.

I gasped then realised that he was right. What’s more even just wearing my new bikini felt so sexy and for some strange reason I wanted people to see me wearing it. My pussy and my nipples were tingling, and when I looked down at my chest I saw that the 2 bulges looked even bigger.

“I can’t go down to the pool like this, look, you can see where my nipples are.”

Dylan again took my hand and led me out onto the balcony. This time I resisted trying to cover anything with my hands.

“Look down to the pool Esther, look closely at the girls.”

“Oh my gawd, some of them are topless, are you expecting me to take this top off?”

“No I’m not expecting Esther, it is entirely up to you but if I had a body as amazing as yours is I’d be proud to show it to the whole world.”

“Dylan, I couldn’t do that, what would my mother say?”

“Esther darling, what your mother thinks or says is no longer relevant, you are now married and the only people that you have to answer to are yourself and me, and I have no objections to you showing your naked body to the whole world, in fact it would make me so proud and very happy for you.”

“But. ……..”

“Esther, I’m not going to force you to do anything, baby steps, one at a time. Lets go down there and enjoy the last of today’s sun.”


As we walked down the corridor I said,

“I feel so naked, exposed and embarrassed Dylan, but at the same time I guess that I’m enjoying being dressed like this.”

“Is your pussy feeling wet Esther?”

“Yes it is, I hope that the bikini bottoms don’t get all wet.”

“If they get very wet you could take them off or jump into the pool.”

“I hope that you aren’t expecting me to take them off in public Dylan.”

“No, as I said, I don’t expect you to do anything, It’s up to you.”


“You’re enjoying wearing just the bikini and seeing those guys checking you out aren’t you Esther?” Dylan said as we walked through the hotel lobby.

I said nothing, even though he was right. and I concentrated on walking out to the pool and finding a couple of loungers. As I bent over to spread my towel over I realised that I was accidentally presenting my bare butt to the group of guys that were reasonably close to us. I hoped that the tiny thong was covering my pussy properly.


“This is the life Esther.” Dylan said after we’d been laying there for a couple of minutes.

“Nothing to do but lay in the sun dreaming about my gorgeous wife and how good she looks in that bikini.”

“I’m embarrassed Dylan, those guys are staring at me, can I borrow your towel to put over me please?”

“No Esther, you can’t. You’re an attractive girl and it’s human nature for guys to check out the attractive girls around them.”

“But it’s making me tingle and I want to go back to our room so that we can fuck again.”

“So, being seen by a group of guys when you are wearing a tiny bikini is making you horny Esther?”

I thought for a second then replied,

“Yes it is, is that normal?”

“Yes it is Esther. It’s probably making those guys all horny as well. I know that you are making me horny.”

I turned my head and looked at Dylan and saw that there was a huge bulge in his shorts.

“Hmm, I can see that, shall we go back to our room so that I can take care of that?”

“No, come on, we’ll get into the pool and we can take care of it there.”

“You want us to fuck in the pool, that’s crazy, we’d get in a lot of trouble.”

“I doubt that, I’m sure that lots of couples have done it before, maybe some of the people are doing it in the pool right now.”

“But?” I replied, but I didn’t get the chance to finish saying that I couldn’t possibly make love in a swimming pool in front of lots of people before Dylan grabbed my hand and pulled me into the pool.

Dylan had let go of my hand and as I slowly surfaced 2 things crossed my mind. Firstly, the water on areas of my skin that had never been uncovered in a swimming pool before felt nice, and secondly, the idea of making love in a swimming pool with lots of people watching did actually appeal to me. My pussy and nipples were tingling.

When I surfaced I looked around for Dylan but he was still submerged and I watched him as he swam towards me, one hand going to my pussy and the other to my tits. The bikini had gone all loose and Dylan had no problems getting his hands under it.

“Dylan, stop it, people can see.”

But he didn’t stop, he went behind me and his hands continued to pleasure me.

“No Dylan, not here, people can see us.”

It was then that I realised that Dylan’s bare cock was touching my bare butt and I so wanted to do what every indoctrinated instinct was telling me not to do. I spread my legs and felt his cock slide over my bare pussy, Dylan’s hand having pulled the thong’s fabric to one side.

“Oh my gawd, that’s so nice.” I said as Dylan’s cock found my hole and entered it.

“Oh my gawd, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop doing that Dylan.”

Needless to say he didn’t and it wasn’t long before I felt his warm seeds squirt inside me triggering me to cum as well.


As I started to get my wits about me again I looked around and was a little disappointed that no one was looking at me. Dylan had moved around to my front and I was smiling just as much as he was. His eyes kept going down to my chest even though it was under the water. Something made me move my hands to my tits to check that the bikini top was still covering them and I panicked a little bit as I realised that my bikini top wasn’t there. Moving my hands to my neck I couldn’t find any trace of it so I said,

“What happened to my top, where is it?”

“It came undone shortly after we dove in and it floated away.”

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“I thought that you must know, and besides we were a little busy.”

“Yes we were weren’t we, but we have to find it, I can’t get out without it.”

“Why not, there are other topless girls here.”

“Yes but!”

We both looked around but couldn’t see it anywhere and eventually people started drifting away as the light started to fad.

“We’re going to have to get out now Esther. Just do it quickly and run to your towel.”

I looked around and realised that I had no choice so I swam to the side and pulled myself up and out. Dylan was right behind me and I quickly grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me.

“Topless by the pool Esther, you’re making real progress in kicking your mother’s crazy ideas.”

“Thanks, I think, it was quite exhilarating.”

“And you looked amazing, there is absolutely no reason why you should be shy or ashamed, you have an amazing body.”

“This thong feels all weird, it’s cutting me in half.”

“Take it off then, no one can see under that towel.”

Dylan was right so I put one hand between the cross-over of the towel and pull on the strings fastening the thong bottoms. As it fell to the floor I realised that I actually felt good wearing only a towel. The thong may have been tiny but actually being naked under the towel made me feel even more naked. Stupid really because the towel covered way more than the thong bikini.

Anyway, we gathered our belongings and started to head inside the hotel. Just as we were leaving the pool area one of the male staff people came up to us and he was holding my bikini top.

“Would this be yours ma’am?”

“Yes, yes, thank you so much, I thought that it was gone for ever.”

“It was on the bottom at the far end.”

“Thank you so much.” I again said.


As we were walking back to our room Dylan asked me what it was like to not wear anything under the towel.

“Actually,” I replied, “it feels quite nice, I feel free and horny.”

“We can do something about that in a minute,” Dylan replied, “then we can go out for something to eat and maybe you could extend your underwear-less adventure to going out without underwear under a sundress.”

“I might just do that, it is a nice feeling.”


Two minutes later I was knelt on the bed and Dylan was pistoning his cock in and out of my pussy and I was thinking that I liked married life.

As he was doing that, Dylan kept spanking my bare butt and for some strange reason that seemed to hasten my orgasm, and it was a strong one.


After a short rest and then a shared shower where neither of us could keep our hands to ourselves, we got out and dried each other, then we finally started unpacking our suitcases.

When I got out my old bras and knickers I looked at them then turned to Dylan and said,

“I don’t think that I ever want to wear any of these again, what do you think lover?”

“If you don’t want to wear them again then throw them away so that you can’t get tempted.”

“Shall I?”

“If that’s what you want Esther.”

“I do, and I know that it will make you happy, so let’s do it.”

The trash bin was looking full.


Once everything was stowed away I said,

“I’m hungry Dylan, can we go and get something to eat now?”

“So am I, put something on and we’ll go for a wander, see what we can find.”

I got another of my sundresses out then said,

“Oh, I’ve only got one bra and one pair of knickers now and I worn them to come here, shall I wear the again or shall I put some of my old ones on?”

“I’d rather you didn’t put your old ones on, they’re for a woman 5 times your age, but it’s your choice Esther.”

“I thought for a couple of seconds then replied,

“No, I’m never going to put them on again and with nothing clean I guess that I’ll have to what you suggested, go out without any, it’s not windy is it?”

“Not that I know of, are you sure that you don’t mind going out just wearing a dress?”

“I guess that I’m about to find out. After all, it’s only once and we are on holiday, can we go and buy some more tomorrow please?”

“You might find that you like being underwear-less and not want to buy some.”

“Maybe, we’ll see. It’s a really big change for me.”

“I know, and I’m really proud of you for having the courage to try it. You’ve changed a lot today.”

“Thanks lover, and I owe you for helping me change, I’m really liking the new me but I’m so pleased that we’re not back home and I’d be seeing people that I know, I couldn’t face them.”

“That’s the advantage of going somewhere where we don’t know anyone and it’s nice and warm and sunny.”

By then we were both ready so I said,

“Come on, let’s go before I loose my courage.”


It was one thing wearing just a thick towel but wearing just a thin cotton dress I felt more naked than when I was wearing just the thong bikini. At least then there was only a few people around to see me, but I must admit that I felt quite aroused being outside with lots of people around me. When I told Dylan he let go of my hand and put his arm around me. And felt my tit over the thin fabric of the dress.

“Stop it Dylan, someone will see what you’re doing.”

But he didn’t stop, well not until his finger and thumb had found my nipple and rolled it a few times.

“Stop it Dylan, you’re making me want to jump up on you and fuck you.”

“I wouldn’t complain Esther.” Dylan replied but he did move his hand lower.


It felt quite strange wearing only a thin cotton sundress with all those people around us, but at the same time I felt good, and horny. It felt so right walking down the street like that, and holding Dylan’s hand.

Once we’d found a cafe and were sat with a drink and waiting for our food, I told Dylan about my feelings

“I guess that you might just be an exhibitionist Esther.” Dylan replied, “It makes sense having the upbringing that you have had, you may be subconsciously making up for your upbringing by going it the opposite direction.”

“You think so?”

“I’m no phycologist, or whatever, but it sort of makes sense to me.”

“But I’m a shy girl, I couldn’t even talk to you when we first met, I just sat there like a dummy and I still haven’t told you about my ordeal when I went to see my doctor to get this implant thing.”

“Well you’re certainly coming out of your shell now Esther.”

“I guess that I am, but don’t expect me to take my dress off and run down the street totally naked because I’m not going to do it.”

“Esther, I’ve told you, I don’t expect anything, just being here with you is enough for me, anything else is a bonus.”

“Did I tell you that I love you Dylan Hargreaves?”

“I seem to remember hearing you say that once.”


We had a nice meal then wandered around for a while before heading back to the hotel. It had been a long day and we were both quite tired.

When we got onto bed I spread my legs ready for Dylan to mount me but he told me to lay on my side facing away from him. I felt a little disappointed that he didn’t want to fuck me but that was short lived as he snuggled up to my back and I felt his hard cock slide between my legs. I waggled my butt a little until I felt his cock enter me.

“I love you Dylan Hargreaves.” I quietly said.

“And I love you too Esther Hargreaves.” Dylan replied.

That was the last thing I heard before the morning.

*****

I woke up in exactly the same position, and I mean exactly. The only difference was that Dylan’s cock was very slowly sliding in and out of me.

“Can we do this all day please Dylan?” Were my first words.

“That would be really nice Esther but we’d starve to death. What we can do, if you want, is the first one of us to wakes up each day will start fucking the other even though they are still asleep.”

“That sounds wonderful but will you be hard each morning?”

“Probably, it’s called a morning woody, most men wake up with a hard-on and with you next to me I’m sure that I will.”

With that Dylan rolled onto his back pulling me on top of him. His cock was still inside me as one of his hands went to my tits and the other to my pussy. He played with my nipples and clit until we both had wonderful orgasms and he filled my insides with his cum.

We made it down to breakfast with me wearing just a summer dress and me confessing to Dylan that I was quite enjoying not wearing any underwear.

“Well I was going to suggest that we go shopping this morning to get you some new clothes, some more modern ones like the ones that the girls around here are wearing, and some knickers and bras but maybe we should forget underwear, but you will need some more bikinis, you can’t wear that one that I bought you every day.

“True, okay, shopping it is this morning, but I think that you are right about the bras and knickers, I really enjoyed going out without any on last night and thought that I might stop wearing any, at least whilst we’re on holiday, that’s if you don’t mind Dylan?”

“What you wear, or don’t wear, is entirely up to you Esther. If you want to stay naked all the time or wear your old, mother chosen clothes that is up to you. I just thought that you might want to have some ‘briefer’ clothes, like the other girls your age here are wearing.”

“Dylan, I can’t see me wandering around the streets totally naked although the idea of doing that does appeal to me. Gawd, listen to me, last week at this time the thought of doing anything remotely like that would have horrified me.”

“That’s okay honey, you’ve just escaped the clutches of your mother and you’re letting the real you come out.”

“Well I’m really liking the new me, it’s so exciting, it makes me so horny, and with a big, hunky husband beside me I feel quite safe getting a bit adventurous, letting the real me, as you call it, come out.”


We went back to our room to clean our teeth and got ready to go out, but when I took my dress off to put a clean one on, Dylan came and kissed me. It was another hour before we left our room.


We quickly discovered that just about all the clothes that we could find were bikinis, cover-ups or knickers. I should have been disappointed but I wasn’t, and Dylan bought me 4 cover-ups that I could wear as dresses. Dylan pointed out that they were all see-through to one extent or another and I surprised myself by saying that I liked the idea of them being see-through, then trying back-track a little by saying that I’d probably only be wearing them at night when it was dark.

I was pleased to see that the shops sold thong bikinis and I again surprised myself by zeroing-in on the ones that were as brief as the one that Dylan bought me.

Dylan was unbelievably supportive and I could tell by the bulge in his shorts that he liked the idea of me wearing the clothes that I selected.

The changing rooms in the shops were non-existent, which for some strange reason disappointed me, but Dylan told me that it didn’t matter, that if anything didn’t look right on me we’d just go and buy something else.

I didn’t say anything but I guessed that that was one of the advantages of having lots of money.


Anyway, shopping over we went back to the hotel and as soon as I took my dowdy dress off Dylan jumped on me. One hour later we left our room with me wearing one of my new, thong bikinis and one of the cover-ups.


The beach was heaven, the warm sand between my toes was amazing and I cursed my parents for not taking me to a beach before.

I giggled a little when we spread our towels, I took the cover-up off and Dylan told me that he’d have to lay on his stomach for a while. I’d spotted that his shorts had an impressive bulge in the front.

“So what would you be like if I took my bikini top off Dylan?” I asked.

“I’d be begging you to give me some relief.”

“And how would you want me to do that?”

“Either your hand or your mouth.”

“Are we going to have to go for a swim before we sunbathe?” I asked.

“I thought that you’d never ask Esther?”

“Dylan,” I said as I got to my feet, “you don’t have to wait to be asked, my body is your body to do with as you please, you can pounce on me at anytime and demand that I do whatever you want, hell, you don’t have to demand, just do it.”

“You’d better get in that sea before I strip you naked right here young lady.”

“Promises, promises.” I replied as I started running into the sea.

I’d expected the sea to be cold, like everyone had told me the sea around the UK was, but it was warm. Soon, Dylan and I were splashing each other and generally messing around. When we got tired of that we swam next to each other and I told Dylan that it was so different from the swimming that I’d done in the pools back in the UK.

I told Dylan that the feeling of the water rushing against my skin that used to be covered by my old one-piece swimsuit was amazing.

“I’ve read that it feels even better when you’re naked.” Dylan said.

“Would you mind if I tried that Dylan?” I asked.

“Of course not Esther, if you want to take your bikini off go for it, I’ll hold it for you.”

And I did, and Dylan was right, the feeling of the water rushing past my nipples and pussy was wonderful. After I’d swum a few metres then back to Dylan I said,

“I don’t ever want to wear anything when I go swimming again.”

Dylan laughed and called me a horny little bitch. I laughed too because I knew that he was right.

“I still can’t get over how you’ve changed Esther.”

“Don’t you like the new me Dylan?”

“I love it Esther, how do you fancy having fuck right here and now?”

“How?”

“If we go to where it’s a bit shallower you can float on your back. If you spread your legs I can get in between them and hey presto.”

And that’s what we did. It wasn’t the best fuck that I’ve had but I still had Dylan’s cock inside me and that was good enough for me.


We swam and messed about some more and I’m sure that a few people saw that I wasn’t wearing my bikini top but when I saw anyone looking I felt more excited than just being naked under the water.

When we decided to get out I asked Dylan for my bikini but his response was to pick me up and carry me in his arms back to our towels with me still totally naked. I protested asking him to take me back into the sea and give me my bikini back but he just kept walking.

“People will see my pussy Dylan, you’re embarrassing me.”

But Dylan kept walking and when we got to our towels he gently put me down on my back and my hands went to cover my pussy and tits.

“Dylan, please can I have my bikini or my dress.” I said, but in reality I was actually enjoying it.

Dylan gave me my bikini bottoms and I quickly put the thong bottoms on, tying each side. Of course I needed 2 hands to do that and my little tits were exposed to everyone on the beach.

Once my pussy was covered I stood in front of Dylan and put my hand out for my top.

“You’re enjoying being exposed aren’t you Esther?”

I said nothing for a few seconds then replied,

“Yes, I am. I want your cock inside me again.”

“I don’t think that we could get away with that here but you can get away with sunbathing topless Esther. There are other topless women here.”

Dylan was right so I lay on my back on my towel. I looked at my tits and confirmed what I could feel, that my nipples were as hard as I have ever seen them.

“Looking good wife.” Dylan said a few minutes later.

“You think so husband?”

“I do.”

“Thanks, do you think that I could get away with never wearing a bra or bikini top again?”

“Of course you can Esther, it isn’t as if you’ll get a black eye if you have to run anywhere.”

“True, have you got your phone with you Dylan?”

“Yes.”

“Would you take some photos of me?”

“You want some photos of you topless Esther?”

“I do, do you mind?”

“Hell no, I’d love to have some photos of you, topless and naked on my phone so that I can look at them when you aren’t around.”

“Well if we go to the end of the beach we might be able to find a quiet place where you can take some nude photos of me.”


We quickly packed our things and headed off along the beach. I hadn’t put my bikini top on and it really turned me on walking passed all the other beach goers with my hard nipples pointing the way.

As we walked, hand in hand, Dylan said,

“Who are you and what have you done with the quiet, very shy girl who wore old-fashioned clothes and wouldn’t even let me in her bra never mind her knickers, what happened to all that Catholic guilt?”

I giggled a little then replied,

“It’s all your fault Dylan, if you hadn’t introduced me to sex I would probably still be that girl. You don’t want me to go back to being that girl do you?”

“Hell no Esther, I love my exhibitionist, nymphomaniac wife.”

“Dylan, I want to ask you something, please don’t get mad at me but I think that I want you to help me show my body to strangers. I haven’t got much imagination or knowledge about what men like.”

“You mean something like us being at a party and me getting all dominant and suddenly telling you to take your clothes off?”

“Yes, things like that although at a party I’d know most of the people there and I was thinking more of strangers.”

“But at a party you’d strip if I told you to?”

“Yes I would, I promised to love, honour and obey you so I would do it Dylan but knowing the people would make it so much more embarrassing, I think that in front of friends would be even more of a turn-on than if I were in front of strangers.”

“You really have changed Esther, but I don’t like the new you, …….. I LOVE the new you.”


We made it to the rocky area but it wasn’t all rocks, there are small areas of sand. What’s more, the further we went, the less that I could see of the main beach.

“Will this do for you Esther?”

“Perfect, walking along the beach topless has made me all horny.”

“We should get some great, sensual photos of you then.”

“I don’t know how to pose for photos Dylan.”

“Just stand there and imagine that my hands are all over your body. Use your hands and pretend that they are mine.”

I did, letting my mind go back to Dylan making love to me on our hotel bed. After a while and goodness knows how many photographs, Dylan said,

“Pull the strings on your bikini bottoms Esther.”

My first reaction was to think,

“No way, we’re on a public beach.”

Then I remembered that we were away from the main part of the beach and there was no one around to see me so I pulled on both pairs of strings and the expected happened. I was now totally naked on the beach, and boy, did it feel good.

My hands went back to sliding up and down my body but they extended their range to my pussy and as my fingers touched my clit I automatically spread my feet and started playing with my pussy, imagining that it was Dylan hands, not mine.

My eyes were closed and I was in heaven as my fingers brought me to a wonderful orgasm, so good that my body was shaking and I was worried that my legs would give way.

I was nearly back to normal when I opened my eyes. I could hear Dylan’s phone camera clicking but I wanted to see his face.

What I actually saw was another young couple standing next to Dylan. I panicked and my old fashioned instincts took over as my hands flew to cover my tits and pussy.

“Relax honey,” the girl said, “Harry here has seen me doing that hundreds of times.”

Dylan stopped taking photos and came and put his arm around me. That made me feel a bit better.

“This is Esther and I’m Dylan,” Dylan said, “she’s still a bit shy but she’s making amazing progress. You can lower you arms and Esther, I know that you want to.”

Dylan was right, something inside me was telling me that I wanted the young man to see all of me, which he probably already had.

“I’m Roxanne and this is Harry, sorry to intrude on your little photography session, we were just looking for somewhere to do a bit of nude sunbathing.”

“That’s okay, it’s one of the reasons that we came here wasn’t it Esther, you want to get an all-over tan don’t you?”

I hadn’t even thought about getting a sun tan before then, but when Dylan mentioned it it sounded like a good idea. My skin was deadly pale from the huge clothes that my mother had me wear and now that I was free, a tan sounded like a great idea.

“Yes, I hate tan lines and I like people seeing me without clothes on.” I replied.

No sooner than my mouth shut I cursed myself for saying that last bit.

“This patch is big enough for all 4 of us, why don’t we all spread our towels here?” Dylan said.

“Well if that’s okay with you,” Harry replied, “we could just keep walking.”

“No, no, we don’t mind do we Esther. We only arrived here yesterday and you are the first people that we have really spoken to.”

“If you want to go to a beach where everybody lets it all hang out there’s a nudist beach about 5 miles that way.” Roxanne said, “We’ve been there quite a few times, it’s a great beach and no one seems to care if you have some fun like you’ve just had Esther.”

I made a mental note to find out more about this nude beach, the new me really liked the idea of spending the day totally naked with lots of other people there, Maybe I could get Dylan to fuck me with people watching.


We all continued the small talk as I just stood there, not really believing that I was naked on a public beach and talking to 2 strangers, but it did sort of feel nice, and my pussy was feeling quite tingly and wet.

I watched as Roxanne stripped as naked as I was and I saw that she hadn’t shaved off all her pubic hair, there was still a thin strip of it going from the front of her slit up towards her belly button. I was also a little disappointed that neither Dylan, nor Harry took their shorts off.

Roxanne, Harry and Dylan all lay on their towels and Roxanne spread her legs wide. I’d never really studied female genitalia before and I was a little surprised to see that Roxanne had big inner labia, and she had her clit hood pierced, there was a ring going through it. Dylan brought me back to earth by asking me if I wanted any sunblock spreading in me.

“Oh, yes please, but let me do you first.” I replied.

I positioned myself so that I could rub the sunblock on Dylan and at the same time watch Harry doing Roxanne. I was slightly surprised, and pleased when I saw Harry rubbing the sunblock all over Roxanne’s pussy. Harry took much longer doing her pussy than he’d spent on the rest of her body and I watched and listened as Roxanne spread her legs quite wide and she was moaning as Harry worked on her.

Dylan got started by putting the sunblock on my back and I too spread my legs wide as Dylan’s hand was doing my butt. He took the hint and his hand went down between my legs. I should have been more embarrassed than I was when Dylan said,

“I think that I should have dried you off before I put the sunblock on, you’re very slippery down there Esther.”

I didn’t say anything but I could see Harry smiling.

When I turned over Dylan got me moaning again as he spent lots of time making sure that my little tits didn’t get sunburnt. As he was doing that I was still watching Roxanne and Harry who was still rubbing sunblock on Roxanne’s pussy. I couldn’t see exactly what his fingers were doing but it became obvious when her butt rose up for a few seconds then she started shaking and jerking.

“Make me cum when you get to my pussy please Dylan.” I quietly said.

He did, and I was pretty sure that my orgasm was just as good as the one that I’d watched Roxanne have.


As we all lay there enjoying the sun we were all talking. Most of it wasn’t interesting but I asked Roxanne and Harry how they got to the nude beach and was pleased to hear that they got there on a public service bus. Roxanne also told us where we could catch the bus and what route number it was. I just hoped that Dylan would want to take me there.


After about an hour of just enjoying the sun, something changed in my peripheral vision and I turned my head to see a couple of middle-aged men walking over the rocks towards us. Both men were fully dressed and were carrying fishing rods.

My first instinct was to turn over onto my stomach and close my legs but my brain quickly stopped me doing that and I watched as the men walked passed us, both of them looking at us for a few seconds. As they walked away I looked over to Roxanne and saw that she too hadn’t closed her legs. The 2 men must have had a great view of both our pussies.


A while later Dylan said that he was getting too hot and I realised that I was too, so we got up and walked the few metres to the sea. I had a good look towards the main beach and guessed that anyone there would need binoculars to know that I was totally naked.

We splashed about and splashed Roxanne and Harry when they came into the water as well.


Splashing over, I went over to Dylan and kissed him. As our kiss got more passionate Dylan pulled me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Before our kiss broke Dylan had got his cock out and he was lifting me up and lowering me onto his cock.

We had a long, slow fuck with Dylan easily raising and lowering me. At one point I was facing Roxanne and Harry and saw that they were doing exactly the same thing as we were.

After we’d both cum I stayed with my arms and legs wrapped around Dylan. I could feel the sea water lapping against my pussy and I was one very happy and contented girl.


All good things come to and end and Dylan finally lowered me into the water and we waded ashore. We lay in the sun to dry the Roxanne and Harry decided that they were leaving. As we said our goodbyes I thought about asking them if the wanted to meet up for a drink sometime, but before my mouth could speak I changed my mind, I wanted to have Dylan all to myself for all of our honeymoon.


About 30 minutes later we decide to head back.

“Are you going to go back to the hotel like that Esther?” Dylan asked.

“Do you think that anyone would say anything if I did?”

“Probably, this place isn’t Cap d'Agde.“

“What’s Cap d'Agde?” I asked.

Dylan told me, then after I’d said that I’d like to go for a holiday there he said,

“I think that you’d soon get bored Esther, you get off on surprising people with your nudity and in Cap d'Agde you’d just be one of hundreds of naked people. No one there would be shocked by seeing you naked. Okay, most of the men would appreciate seeing your amazing body but they wouldn’t be shocked.”

I thought about what Dylan had said and he was right, once I’d got over Roxanne and Harry seeing me, them seeing me all the time wasn’t what was making me horny, it was the thought of Dylan fucking me.

I put Cap d'Agde to the back of my mind and got my cover-up out of my bag and put just that on thinking,

“With a bit of luck someone will look at me long enough to realise that this cover-up is slightly see-through and that they can see my tits and slit.”


As we walked back to the hotel I asked Dylan if we were going to go to the nude beach one day.

“I can tell that you like being naked in public so quite a few times probably, we’ll go there tomorrow and see what it’s like.”

I squeezed Dylan’s hand to let him know that I was happy, then I had a brainwave,

“Dylan, you know that our wedding photographer is making a photograph album of the wedding, well what do you think of us having a second album of photos that you’ve taken on our honeymoon?”

“I know how your brain is working young lady, you mean an album full of photos of you naked in different locations and poses don’t you?”

“Yes, you have got me worked out, well the new me, so what do you think? When people come round to visit us we can show them the wedding album then if we think that they won’t be too shocked and leave, we can show them the honeymoon album.”

“You’d be happy for all our friends to see photos of you naked Esther?”

“Yes, why not, oh, what about you, would you mind your friends seeing photos of me naked?”

“Hell no, I’d be as proud as punch, it will make them very jealous of me. I’d be happy for you to be naked permanently but I don’t think that your mother would be too pleased if she came to visit us and you answered the door totally naked.”

“I think that you need to get that phone of yours out of your pocket more often lover and if my mother comes round too often I will answer the door naked.”


Back at the hotel we went to our room, had a shower with a fuck included then went and sat on the balcony to enjoy the views of the sun starting to go down. Whilst we were sat there we could hear people talking. The sounds were coming from the balcony above and I saw a smile appear on Dylan’s face.

“Move your chair so that it’s right against the railings and put your butt on the front edge of the chair and your legs over the railings Esther.”

Once I’d done that Dylan loudly said,

“I see that you’re sunbathing naked on the balcony again Ester, someone might look over their balcony and see you.”

For a slit second I wondered what Dylan was up to then it twigged and I lay back as far as I could in the chair the looked up. A few seconds later I saw a young man’s head looking down at me then him quietly saying,

“Hey Pete, come and look at this.”

Seconds later a second head appeared above me. I looked at Dylan, smiled and opened my legs as far as I could. Dylan’s hand moved to my pussy and started playing with my clit. It didn’t take long for me to start cumming.

As I started to get my wits about me again I looked up and was pleased to see both heads still looking down on me.

“I like you doing that to me on the balcony after we get back from the beach. Are you going to do that to me every day?” I loudly asked.

“I certainly am, and if you’re lucky I’ll fuck you our here as well.” Dylan replied.

Still feeling quite horny. I kept my legs spread wide and the fingers on my right hand played with my clit.

“Are you going to take some more photographs for our special album Dylan?”

“Shit, yes, I was so distracted by your amazing body that I forgot.” Dylan replied as he went and got his phone.

Dylan took a few photos of me on that chair with my legs spread wide. Later when we scrolled thought the photo gallery I noticed that one of the photos had the head of one of the guys in the room above us in it. The head was looking down on the naked me. I told Dylan that I wanted that one on the album.


Later that evening when we were at a cafe eating I reminded him of the time when I was on the bed on my hands and knees and he was fucking me doggy style.

“How could I possibly forget that Esther?”

“Well you were spanking my butt as you fucked me.”

“Yes I was wasn’t I, it just sort of felt right, I wasn’t hurting you was I?”

“No, not really. You doing that made me feel good, it made me cum quicker.”

“So are you saying that you liked being spanked and want me to do it again?”

“Yes, I think that I am.”

“Well I never want to hurt you Esther.”

“I know that Dylan, but sometime could we try you spanking me again, spanking me like I was a naughty girl?”

“I’m sure that that could be arranged but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know, but when you spanked me before, each swat sent a tingle from my butt to my clit and up to my nipples, and it was nice.”

“I’ll just surprise you sometime Esther, tell you to get naked and lay over my lap.”

“That’s if I’m not already naked, I’m really getting to like being naked, and I’m getting to like you telling me to do things, things that would have embarrassed and even humiliated the old me. Can you be all masterful with me Dylan?”

“No I cannot Esther, now lay back in that chair, spread your legs as wide as you can and pull your dress up so that I can see your pussy.”

For a couple of seconds I was shocked that Dylan would talk to me like that, then I realised that he was following what I had just admitted, and I smiled and did what he had ordered.

Seconds after I’d done that a waiter appeared beside me and asked if he could get us another drink and I think that he saw my bald pussy. Even that thought made me blush a little and tingle a little.


We sauntered around for a while then went back to the hotel, and to bed. And yes, we went to sleep with Dylan’s cock still inside me.

*****

[VanessaEvans]

Getting Married Set Me Free
by Vanessa Evans

Part 2

I woke up the same way as the previous day and then we had more fun as Dylan shaved me again. After breakfast we packed a bag then headed off the bus station. I was a little apprehensive, but excited about going out wearing only a slightly see-through cover-up and not even having any knickers or bikini bottoms with me, but Dylan liked the idea as much as I did and he promised to look after me.

As we walked, and at the bus station, I looked at all the men around me to see if they were staring at me and I have to say that I was disappointed that none of them appeared to notice that they would be able to see my tits and slit, and my butt, through the fabric of my cover-up.

Dylan bought our tickets then we waited for the bus. Dylan was stood behind me with his arms round me and as his hands wandered up and down my cover-up I started to feel quite horny, especially when his hands wandered either up and caressed one of my tits, or down and cupped my pussy, pressing on my clit.


We were lucky to get a seat on the bus and Dylan’s hand went straight to my bare thigh and slid up until his little finger touched my bare pussy. My bag was on my lap so I wasn’t worried about anyone looking down and seeing what Dylan was doing to me.

The bus filled up and people were standing in the aisle. As the bus moved off my horny state got the better of me and I opened my knees and slid my bag down onto the floor. Not closing my knees I looked down and confirmed what I suspected, that my cover-up wasn’t covering my lower stomach or bare pubis, and Dylan’s fingers were on my pussy and they were making little movements.

I looked up at the people stood in the aisle and saw 2 men looking down at me, or more importantly, at my pussy area where they could see that I was knickerless and Dylan’s fingers working on my pussy.

The tingling in my nipples and clit got stronger and I wet Dylan’s fingers a bit more. It was then that I realised that my pussy had hardly ever been wet before I got married, but since then I couldn’t remember a time when it was dry, apart from a couple of seconds after I’d showered and then dried myself.

I didn’t have any more time to think about that because the bus arrived at its destination, a big car park beside a lot of sand dunes. I couldn’t see the beach but I guessed that it was along the path through the dunes where I could see a few people walking.

We got off the bus and started walking in the same direction that everyone else was going, through the sand dunes, and we quickly came to an amazing beach gently sloping down to the blue sea with hardly any waves. To each side of us were long stretches of the soft, white sand and a scattering of people enjoying the relaxing ambience.

“Wow,” I said, “this is nice, where would you like to setup our little camp Dylan?”

“How about right here? Everything is perfect and you can display yourself to everyone as they come and go.”

“Dylan, you make me sound like some exhibitionist whore trying to drum up some business.”

“Sorry love, but you can’t deny that you have become the first part, an exhibitionist.”

“Hmm, I guess that you’re right, but it’s all your fault for being such an amazing, sexy man.”

“Hang on a minute, you’re blaming me for you wanting to show your naked body to every man on the planet?”

“Yes I am, if you hadn’t of asked me to marry you I would still be that shy almost introvert little girl.”

“Okay, you got me there Esther, but I’m not complaining, are you?”

“Gawd no, I love the new me. Can you rub some sunblock on me please.”

Just as soon as we’d got our towels spread out I took my cover-up off and stretched my arms high in the air. I felt amazing standing there, totally naked on a public beach. It felt so natural, so free and so sexy. I looked down at Dylan and just wanted him to fuck me right there but I wasn’t feeling that brave so I dug out the sunblock and passed it to Dylan.

Dylan paid particular attention to my tits and pussy, making me cum just as a group of young people arrived at the beach and walked passed us. Dylan later told me that they’d all stared at me as they walked by. That made me feel good as well.

Dylan told me which way to lay on my towel so that my feet were pointing in the direction of the sun, which coincidentally was towards the direction that people were arriving from, or had Dylan specifically chosen that spot for that purpose? I wondered and decided that Dylan was actually helping me to feel good.

“Should I spread my legs or cross them?” I asked.

“Well Mrs. Hargreaves, if you spread them the sun will tan your inner thighs and pussy, and you will be very exposed to people arriving. Also, you spread eagle on a beach will make a great photo for our special album.”

I giggled a little, tingled a little, and spread my legs quite wide. Dylan also dived into the bag and got out his phone.

I didn’t count the number of photos that Dylan took, but it must have been in double figures, and I wondered if he was zooming in on my pussy on some of them. I hoped so.


With my sunglasses on, I watched everyone who came onto the beach via that path and was pleased that quite a lot of them, mainly the males, had a good look at my pussy. I suppose that they looked at my tits as well but with them being so small, and me laying on my back, there wasn’t much to see.

I wondered if any of those people who looked at me realised that I was also watching them as they looked at my pussy.


We went for a swim and a fuck, Dylan is good at holding me up so that my face is directly in front of his and his hands are under my butt as I wrap my legs around him. Dylan let me slide down a little and I discovered that his hard cock was pressing on my entrance. We had a nice, long, slow fuck.


We also went for short walks both ways along the water’s edge. Dylan said that it would give us a little exercise but I just wanted to be seen and to look at all the cocks. I knew that they come in different shapes and sizes but those walks were a real education for me.


Around the middle of the afternoon, Dylan suddenly jumped up and started taking more photos of me. After a minute or so I saw a group of 5 young men walking onto the beach, all wearing jeans, T-shirts and carrying motorcycle helmets. They stopped near Dylan and watched as I got to my feet and started doing silly poses as Dylan clicked away.

Then Dylan turned to one of the young men and asked him if he would take some photos of me and Dylan together. That made some sense because I didn’t want to be the only one in all the photos in our special wedding album.

The guys replied,

“Sure, but can we take some photos of your lovely girlfriend with our phones?”

Dylan looked over to me, saw the smile on my face and replied,

“No problem, after you’ve taken some of me and her you can take as may photos as you like, I’m sure that she will be happy to pose with each of you and all of you together.”

The guys liked that idea and crash hats and backpacks hit the sand as one of them used Dylan’s phone to take some photos of Dylan and I together.

“Bend over with your back to the guys and I’ll pretend to spank you Esther.” Dylan said.

I quickly realised the view that I would be giving the guys as I spread my legs wide and I heard lots of camera shutter sounds. When those sounds died down Dylan said,

“Okay guys, thanks for that, now it’s your turn, who’s first?”

One guy came over to me and put his arm around the naked me and I heard more photo’s being taken, some of them from Dylan’s phone.

All 5 guys took turns standing next to me with one of their arms around me, then Dylan said,

“Group photo time guys.”

I went and stood in the middle of the group and one by one photos were taken with the guys changing places. Just as I was thinking that the fun was over, Dylan said,

“Okay, can the 2 of you on either side of Esther squat down and Esther, can you put you arms round their shoulders?”

We did then Dylan continued,

“Good, now can you 2 guys stand up straight and put an arm round Esther to keep her up in the air, Esther, can you hold on to their necks?”

All 3 of us were a little puzzled but the 2 guys holding me up weren’t about to take their hands off me as Dylan continued,

“Good, now guys, with your outside arm can you reach in and lift Esther’s legs please?”

As soon as Dylan said that, everyone of us knew what was going to happen and up went my legs and out as they were pulled leaving me spread wide, even my pussy lips were spread wide open.

Dylan didn’t need to tell everyone to start taking more photos as I heard shutter sounds clicking away.

Everyone wanted, and got a turn at holding me up, including Dylan, and I’m sure that some of the phones memory cards must have got quite full. By the time that no more photos were being taken I was really horny and as the guys left I turned to Dylan and said,

“Will you take me in the sea again please Dylan?”

We almost ran into the sea and seconds later I was kissing Dylan and riding his cock.

Once I’d recovered and Dylan had lowered me to the bottom of the sea I said,

“Wow, that was a bit of quick thinking by you Dylan, thank you. I’m sure that some of those photos will be in our special album.”

“Yes, and what do you think of the idea of printing some of the photos, enlarged to say A2 or A1 size, framing them and putting them on the walls at home?” Dylan asked.

“I love it. I’ve been thinking too, you know that you shave me every morning, well I’ve read somewhere that some girls get some sort of laster treatment to kill the hair follicles so that they never grow again, can we look into that please?”

“Sure, I thought of that too but shaving you is so much fun that I wasn’t going to mention it for a while.”

“I’ve thought of that as well, you can still shave me even if there’s no hair there to remove.”

“Hmm, not just a pretty face and an amazing body, we’ll look into that when we get back to England.”


Dylan kissed me again and I felt his cock get hard again and pressing against my ribs.


After swimming around until Dylan’s cock had gone flaccid again, we got out of the sea and went and air dried ourselves as we relaxed on our towels. My brain was thinking about getting some laser hair removal treatment and wondering if it would be woman or a man that did the job and after a while Dylan said,

“Are you getting horny again Esther?”

“What makes you think that Dylan?”

“Well your legs are wide open and you’re playing with your clit, that man walking along the water’s edge has been watching you for ages.”

“Oh, I didn’t realise.” I replied and moved my hand from my pussy.

“Hey, I didn’t say that I wanted you to stop, it’s just that you looked miles away.”

“I was, I was imagining a man using a laser on my pussy to get rid of all the hair.”

“You want a man to do it, I assumed that it was only women that did it.”

“You might be right Dylan, I was just daydreaming.”

“A little fantasy, what other fantasies have you got Esther?”

“Well, they’ve all changed now that we are married, I used to have romantic fantasies like you read in those romantic novels, the ones that my mother didn’t like me reading, but now all I can think about is you forcing me to show my naked body to lots of strangers and fucking me in front of them.”

“I don’t think that there would be much forcing involved Esther.”

“I’d probably be too shy and nervous to instigate it myself but once I got over that I’d love every second. That’s if you didn’t mind other guys fucking me.”

“Well let’s hope that that shy and nervous part of your brain gets over-written, or whatever, with the new exhibitionist you and I’d like to see you gang-banged by other guys.”

“You really have changed me Dylan, you’ve made me come alive. I love you Mr. Dylan Hargreaves.”

“And I love you too Mrs. Esther Hargreaves.”

I giggled a bit, still not being totally used to being married and having a new name.


We eventually decided that it was time to leave that beach and we packed our belongings. I guess that I was really getting used to being naked because we were getting near where the people were waiting for the bus when Dylan asked me if I was going to ride on the bus naked.

I seem to remember blushing a little as I put my bag down, got my cover-up out, put it on and replied,

“Oops, naughty me, maybe you should spank my bottom when we get back to the hotel.”

“There you go mentioning spanking again Esther, I’m starting to think that you want me to spank you.”

“Maybe, I don’t know, the idea sound great and that electricity that went from my butt to my pussy was nice, but I’m not sure about the pain.”

“I’ll just do what I said before, just order you to strip, get over my lap and just do it sometime. Surprise you, but I will stop just as soon as you ask me to, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Maybe I will like the spanking pain, I don’t know.”

“As I said, baby steps, but not right now, although I’m guessing that some of the people waiting for the bus might enjoy the entertainment.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“No I wouldn’t Esther, your butt is safe for now.”


There weren’t as many people on the bus so we got seats and we were soon walking back to the hotel. This time I wasn’t looking around to see if anyone had realised that my cover-up was slightly see-through.


“How do you fancy a quick dip in the pool before we go up to the room Esther?” Dylan asked as we walked into the lobby.

“Sounds nice Dylan but I haven’t go a bikini with me.”

“If you’re quick you can just drop that cover-up and jump in, chances are that no one will notice.”

I thought for a second then said,

“Let’s see how many people are around the pool.”

We did look and I was a little nervous when I realised that everyone there was an adult and that I was going to do it. We found a couple of loungers then I stood at the foot of my lounger with my fingers on the cover-up fastening,

“Ready?” Dylan asked.

“No.”

“Just do it Esther, it will take seconds and there’s not much chance of anyone realising.”

I looked around and saw that no one was looking my way. I took a deep breath and did it.
Seconds later I was under the water and starting to surface.

Dylan surfaced just after me and he pulled me towards him and hugged me.

“That was fun, do you thing that anyone saw me?”

“I doubt it, but those 2 guys over there are looking this way.”

“I didn’t see them when I was looking around to see if anyone was looking at me.”

“Too late now, if they saw your naked body then they saw it. You’re not embarrassed are you Esther?”

“No, surprisingly not.”

“Good, now I’ll race you to the other end and back, then we’ll get out and go up to the room, I’ve got something hard that I want to put between your legs.”


As we swam I realised that I hadn’t thought about getting out of the pool, that will take a lot longer than jumping in. Strangely, I felt my pussy feel warm in spite of the cool water of the pool.

Dylan let me win the race and we went to the side of the pool to get out. Dylan quickly pulled himself out, went and got his towel and stood there looking at me.

“Ready when you are Esther?”

“Will you get my towel and hold it ready to wrap it round me please?” I asked as Dylan stood above me.

Dylan turned and got my towel and stood ready. I started to pull myself up and out and it wasn’t until I was on my feet that I realised that Dylan had moved, in fact he’d grabbed all our belongings and was almost running towards the hotel entrance.

“Dylan, COME BACK. I NEED MY TOWEL.”

But he ignored me and kept walking. What’s more, my shouting had attracted a bit of attention. Realising that I couldn’t stay where I was, totally naked beside the hotel pool, I started quickly walking after Dylan. Strangely, I didn’t try to cover my girly parts with my hands as I walked, but I did look around and I saw a few people looking at me.

“Dylan, COME BACK. I NEED MY TOWEL.”

I shouted again as I entered the lobby forgetting that me shouting would attract more attention. But Dylan was already going up the stairs and getting further away from me.

I almost ran though the lobby and up the stairs and found Dylan waiting for me on our floor. He had a big grin on his face and I just couldn’t be mad at him.

“Enjoy your little streak did you Esther?”

“Oh my gawd Dylan, that was awesome. Quick, get to our room, I need you inside me.”


Yes we did have a good fuck followed by a shower then relaxing out on the balcony with me still as naked as when I jumped into the swimming pool. I put my feet up on the railings and spread my feet wide before toying with my clit as Dylan and I talked about lots of different things. At one point I looked up and saw 2 guy’s heads looking down on me.

Dylan whispered that we should be on the balcony at that time each day for the rest of our honeymoon. I didn’t argue as seeing those guys looking at me whilst I toyed with my clit drove me to want Dylan inside me again before we went out to get something to eat.

*****
*****

Most of the rest of our honeymoon went very much the same as the first few days. We alternated going to the nudist beach with sunbathing on the rocks at the end of the nearest beach. The 2 fisherman were there every time that we were and they saw me naked eery time, sometimes with me just spread eagle on my back and sometimes riding Dylan’s cock. I liked it the best when I was riding him with my back to his face and me watching the 2 fishermen watching me.

I usually had 2 orgasms when they watched me like that.


Unfortunately we didn’t have another photography session with groups of young guys but Dylan did stop a couple of guys and ask then to take a photo of us together, me, of course, totally naked.


There was one day that we didn’t go to either beach, we had decided that we should really do a bit of sightseeing and we took a bus to the nearest big town. I wore a mini sarong with a matching halter top that we’d bought at the same time as the cover-ups. Again, both parts are slightly sheer and I could easily see my areolae and nipples through the halter and I could also see my slit through the sarong if I twisted it so that the knot was on my hip. Dylan told me that he could see my butt crack as well.

As we walked around I experimented with having the knot at different places and Dylan told me that he could see my slit through the opening when I walked and sometimes all the time.

I spent half the day looking at the scenery and half the day looking at the men around me looking for some sort of indication that they’d seen parts of me that most women keep hidden away. The vast majority of men gave no indication that they’d seen something but when one did it made my nipples and pussy tingle and I’d grip Dylan’s hand harder.

We found a fast food place for lunch and sat at a table outside. The whole place was about a metre higher than the footpath and when I sat facing the street I remembered to not cross my legs, Dylan and I watched, through our sunglasses, the people walking by and noting the people who turned their heads to look at me and saw my bare pussy.

Also, the street was busy, both pedestrians and cars and we spotted a couple of car drivers who were stopped in front of us because of the stationary traffic and they turned and stared at me for a few seconds. One staring driver was stuck staring at my pussy for over a minute before the traffic started to move again.

I think that that day was the longest that I’d gone without having Dylan’s cock inside me.

Oh, the sightseeing was mildly interesting but we wouldn’t go back there again.


There was another day that ended differently, 2 actually. When we came back from the nude beach we decided to walk along the seafront back to the hotel and we found an area where the main walkway cut across a corner of the beach so the was a sandy area that was cut-off from the rest of the beach. This area was big enough to have about a dozen sun loungers on it and this particular day there were 2 unoccupied loungers free right next to the busy walkway.

Now I’d twisted my ankle a little bit whilst chasing after Dylan on the beach earlier and it was still giving me a little bit of pain so Dylan suggested that we sit on the 2 unoccupied loungers for a while to help my ankle recover.

The thing was, the cover-up that I was wearing that day was very short, very light-weight and had been flying around in the gentle breeze. Laying back on the reclined lounger, with my sunglasses on, I could see everyone walking along the walkway very close to my feet, and the groups of people standing on the sand at the other side of the walkway.

I’d been reclined there for no more than a few seconds when the breeze lifted the front of my cover-up and dropped the hem up near my waist leaving my hips, and every part of me below them, totally exposed.

My legs were closed at that point but I quickly had a naughty thought and spread my legs, exposing all of my pussy to the sun, and all the people both walking along and standing on the other side of the walkway.

I felt so naughty but at the same time my pussy and nipples started tingling something rotten.

“You’re not straightening that cover-up on purpose are you Esther?” Dylan asked.

“No, all those strangers so close to me and seeing my uncovered pussy is really turning me on. Is it bothering you Dylan?”

“Hell no, you can stick your feet on the sand on both sides of the lounger if you want.”

I didn’t have the courage to do that, but I moved my knees around some of the time, lifting one up if some people walked by that I didn’t want to see my pussy. I did see quite a few people look at me, and even some double-takes, but no one said anything, nor stopped and stared.

We stayed there for a good 30 minutes before continuing our walk back to the hotel and I wondered just how many of those people who turned their heads to look at me actually realised what they had seen.

During that walk back to the hotel Dylan told me that he’s seen quite a few jaws drop and quite a few guys smiling. The sex when we got back to our room was amazing.


We did the same thing the next day which was our last day at the nude beach.

*****

The final day of our Honeymoon

Our honeymoon finally came to an end with me satisfied that I’d made a lot of progress in catching up with other girls my age when it comes to the number of times that I’d been fucked. I’d also got an amazing all-over tan which made me feel good, and both Dylan and I were VERY happy about how I had changed from being a very shy, almost introvert girl into a girl who was proud of her naked body and who was happy for the whole world to see it.

I daringly wore one of my cover-ups for the journey home but Dylan thought that it would be a good idea if I wore the bikini that he’d bought me underneath the cover-up. Dylan had told me that he’d read a few stories about some airline staff being very prudish about what the passengers wore.


The plane ride was uneventful but as soon as we got off the plane and walked into the terminal I told Dylan that I had to go to the rest room. In there I removed my bikini and put it in the bag. Wearing just the cover-up and shoes I walked back to Dylan, put my arms around his neck, jumped up on him and wrapped my legs around his waist. Dylan’s hands automatically went under my butt to hold me in place and he discovered that I’d taken the bikini off.

He wasn’t the only person to discover that I wore nothing under the cover-up because when we broke our kiss Dylan told me that most of my bare butt was exposed to everyone behind me. I kissed him again.


When the taxi dropped us off at our house Dylan insisted on carrying me into the house. I may have been wearing a thong bikini bottoms under my cover-up but the neighbours would have been able to see all of my bare backside, if they had been watching.


The first thing that we did inside the house was to christen the hallway with a very pleasant fuck, Dylan telling me that we’d fuck in a different room each day until we ran out of new rooms. Then we’d move on to fucking in the garage then each corner of the back garden and our finale would be him fucking me in the middle of the lawn at the back. I’d already sussed-out that some of the neighbours would be able to see us fucking in the back garden, if they looked, and the thought of doing it made me extra horny.


It was later afternoon when we’d arrived at our house and after the initial christening we spent a few hours unpacking and getting ourselves organised. I hadn’t bothered putting any clothes back on and I hadn’t heard Dylan order a pizza, nor the doorbell ring when the delivery guy arrived. I went downstairs to see what Dylan was doing and I surprised myself and the delivery guy when he saw me full frontal naked.

“Oops,” I said as I dived into the kitchen but when Dylan joined me all I wanted to do was fuck him.

When we finally got around to eating the by then cold pizza Dylan asked,

“You enjoyed showing yourself to that delivery guy didn’t you Esther?”

“Yes, but it was over way too quick, I’m not even sure that he saw me.”

“Oh he saw you alright, you should have seen his face. Tell you what, from now on when the doorbell rings you can go and answer it Esther, I’m sure that you’ll appreciate the exposure as much as the delivery guys.”

“What if it’s your mum, dad, or brother, or worse, my mum and dad?”

“Well I’m sure that my dad and John (18 year old brother) would appreciate the sight and I doubt that mum would be upset. I doubt that your dad would be either but as for your mum, well, I guess that she’s going to have to find out how you have changed sometime, maybe the sudden shock treatment is the best way. Anyway, you’re 20, a grown, married woman, you can choose how you dress, or don’t, it now has nothing to do with her.”

“Or maybe it would kill her or she would disown me?”

“Well if she can’t accept you for what you are now then maybe her disowning you isn’t a bad thing, we don’t want her coming round here every so often upsetting you by throwing a load of religious nonsense at you and calling you all sorts of nasty names do we?”

“True, but I don’t want to stop seeing my dad, he’s a nice guy even if he is under mum’s thumb.”

“Let’s worry about that when / if it becomes a problem. Now, lets get this unpacking finished then we can use the bed for something that is much more fun.


We continued the practice of going to sleep with Dylan’s cock inside me and the first one who woke up fucking the other.

*****

[VanessaEvans]

Getting Married Set Me Free
by Vanessa Evans

Part 3

Day 1 in our new home.

Fortunately, we still had a few days before Dylan had to go back to work and we spent the first one of them in central London buying me a whole new wardrobe, one more befitting a girl my age who liked showing lots of skin, and certainly not including any jeans or shorts.

I didn’t have anything suitable to wear the first time that we went shopping so I took a pair of scissors to the last of my old, mother bought dresses and turned it into a mini dress. Dylan liked what I had done but he still didn’t like the fabric, complaining that he couldn’t feel my body heat through it, nor see the bulges that my nipples should be making.

That dress was going to get left in the changing room of the second shop that we bought clothes in. All my other, mother bought, clothes were going to get bagged up and delivered to a charity shop.

As we walked to the Underground station I told Dylan that it felt strange walking the streets of London wearing so little and not looking out of place, that I felt as if I was being naughty.

Dylan stopped, turned to face me and gave me a long kiss. At the same time his right hand went between us and his fingers slid along my slit. When the kiss broke Dylan lifted his hand, showed me his wet fingers and said,

“Well there’s the evidence that you are enjoying wearing so little in public Esther, I guess that the exhibitionist in you has well and truly surfaced.”

I bent my head a little and sucked his fingers then replied,

“I guess that it has, and you know what, I’m loving every second of it. Girls are so lucky and I’ve missed out on so much. I never want to wear underwear ever again.”

“You’ll have to be careful if you’re going to wear very short skirts all the time Esther.”

“Why, I like other people seeing my pussy. Is that so wrong?”

“Not in my book lover, I love watching people’s faces when they realise what they can see.”


I’d been using the Underground all my life, even going to school on it, and never even thought about the breeze that rushes through most of the stations. Nor had I ever thought anything about upskirting. The clothes that my mother had me wear meant that there was never an issue, but as soon as we walked into the Underground station near my new home in that cut-down dress I realised that things were different.

I should have realised the difference when we came back from the honeymoon but I had other things on my mind at that time.

The breeze blew up the dress and tickled my bare pussy.

“This breeze is nice.” I said to Dylan.

“Yes, I can imagine that it is, wait until we go up an escalator.”

I realised exactly what Dylan meant straight away and my brain started thinking about Underground stations, breezes and escalators, not only on the Underground but in shopping centres. By the time we’d got to the platform my clit and nipples were hard and tingling and if it hadn’t been for the breeze I’m sure that all of my pussy and inner thighs would have been wet.


As we exited the Underground in the centre of London I asked Dylan if I could follow him up the escalators. Dylan smiled and agreed but I never looked behind and below me to see if anyone was looking up my skirt.

The first shop that we went in was a big, chain fashion store and as we browsed the garments I was amazed by all the thin, light-weight and often see-through fabrics that ladies clothes are made of today. A total contrast from the heavy-weight clothes that I was used to wearing before I got married.

We selected a few garments and headed for the changing rooms, only to be disappointed that Dylan couldn’t come in with me. Instead I had to put on each garment and then go and show Dylan. Each time that I went out there was always at least one other guy there waiting for their partner and I got turned on when I went out wearing a see-through garment that was intended to be worn over something else, but I wore nothing under them.

When I saw one of the other guys looking at me I took my time, even bending over with my back to the guys and asking Dylan if he could see anything that he shouldn’t be able to. Each time Dylan said not, but I’d already bent over in the changing cubicle and looked in the mirror behind me through my legs so I knew which skirt was short enough for Dylan and the other guy(s) to see my bare butt and pussy.


We bought 5 skirts, 2 dresses and 5 tops in that store before moving on to the next store where we had a similar problem with the changing rooms,

Dylan ripped off the label from one of the dresses from the first store and I wore that dress when we left that second store, leaving my mother bought dress in the changing room.

Oh, we bought 4 dresses in that second store.


Even walking through the shopping centre in that new dress felt so different. It was so light that I had to check a couple of times that I still had the dress on and that it was covering my pussy. I also liked the fact that when I looked down at my chest I could just about make out the darker shade of skin of my areolae around my protruding nipples.

Dylan said that I looked amazing.

When we went up an escalator to the second floor with Dylan in front of me I was sure that the middle-aged man behind me could see my bare butt up the back of that dress and when I looked back over my shoulder I saw him quickly turn his head to one side. I smiled and felt a little tingle in my clit.


Then it was a shoe shop. It was one of those self-service ones and the only person who saw up my dress, that I know of, was Dylan, and with him standing in front of the seated me I could easily see the bulge in the front of his jeans.

We bought 6 pairs of shoes, 3 of them with 4 inch heels and 2 of them with 5 inch heels. Dylan told me that they would make me walk like a model does and show-off my amazing legs. They were my first ever pairs of shoes with heels more than 2 inches high, my mother telling me that only whores wore higher heels. I told Dylan that I’d have to wear them around the house to get used to wearing them.


Our next stop was a shop that specialised in Club Wear, Party Wear and Bespoke clothing for the more adventurous young lady. Dylan told me that he’d noticed that shop soon after he’d asked me to marry him, thinking that he’d have to try to persuade me to go there with him, and that that was where he bought the bikini that he gave me on our honeymoon. Little did he realise at that time that once I knew about that shop I would become a regular customer.

As well as 3 very short skirts and 2 see-through tank tops, we also bought another couple of bikinis like the one that Dylan bought me for the honeymoon and a very short, white dress that he said I could wear for tennis or other ball games. When I say ‘very short, I mean so short that I could see the front of my slit and the bottom of my butt cheeks when I looked in a mirror.

“You want me running around in public wearing just this tiny dress Dylan, flashing my bits to everyone around me do you Dylan?”

“That is up to you Esther, although I’m sure that I already know the answer. It’s the same for the leisure centre, I’m sure that you’ll wear as little as you can get away with there.”

“Thanks to you Dylan I’m sure that you are right. I wonder if I can get away with wearing just one of those fabric free G-string and bra sets that you are about to buys me?”

That shop also had a range of sex toys and I was a bit embarrassed as Dylan picked up some of the products and asked me what I thought of them.

“Interesting.” I replied as I tried to imaging some of the dildos and vibrators inside me, those thoughts causing my bits to tingle and my pussy to get wet, again.

Dylan bought me a dildo that is bigger than Dylan’s cock, a massage ‘wand’, and a remote controlled vibrator that Dylan could control from his phone. I had a vision of me sunbathing in the back harden and Dylan controlling the vibrator in my pussy from his desk at work.


One other thing that made that little shop so very different from the other fashion shops that I’d ever been in was that there were no changing rooms, the owner, a very friendly and helpful young woman called Bethany, telling us that if girls were buying the sort of outfits that she sold, they probably wouldn’t mind trying-on the garments right there in the main part of the shop.

“You’re right there Bethany.” Dylan replied as he looked at me as I took the dress off in the middle of the shop and tried on the skirts and tops that we’d selected.

Whilst I was doing that Dylan was looking a rack of long (ankle length), black dresses.

“What are you thinking Dylan?” I asked as I struggled to pull up a denim skirt that was more like a belt.

“You’re going to need at least one long dress for the formal events that I’ll be taking you to Esther. When you’ve finished there will you try on a couple of these?”

A few minutes later I was stepping in to one of the long gowns. It was backless, had a very low-cut front that I was sure that if I bent a little my tits would be visible to anyone in front of me, and the dress part had slits up the sides, right to my waist; but it was too long for the short me.

“I can shorten it for you if you decide to buy it, it’s one that I designed and made myself.”

“Impressive.” Dylan replied, “did you make everything on display here?”

“No, I’d need to work 48 hour days to do that, just the garments with a ‘YLFE’ label.”

I quickly realised what YLFE stood for as I looked at myself in a mirror and decided that I liked the dress.

I tried on a similar, but slightly different dress then asked Dylan if I could have them. When Dylan said that I could he also asked Bethany if she could shorten them. I then had to stand wearing each of the dresses, in turn, and wearing a pair of the heels that we’d just bought, whilst Bethany measured how much to take off the length.

As Dylan was paying for all the things that we’d bought, Bethany told Dylan that the 2 dresses would be ready in 3 days. Dylan turned to me and asked me if I could come and get them as he’d be at work.

“No problem.” I replied.

“You’re new credit card might have arrived by then, if it hasn’t you can borrow mine.” Dylan said.

“So I can buy some more clothes then?”

“Exactly Esther.”


On the subject of spending Dylan’s money, I forgot to mention that just before the wedding I’d quit my job because Dylan told me that he earned enough for me not to work. At the time I was happy to go along with that just so long as Dylan didn’t mind if I got a job somewhere along the line if I wanted to.

Dylan had told me that I could be a leisurely housewife spending all the sunny days sunbathing in the back garden and talking to the neighbours. On the rainy or cold days I could join some sports clubs, go to the huge leisure centre just a 10 minute walk away, or just go shopping.


When we left that shop we headed straight for home, both of us laden with shopping bags which meant that I couldn’t have done anything, even if I’d wanted to, about the breeze in the Underground blowing the very light-weight skirt part of my new dress all over the place. My butt and pussy must have been on display at times but at the time I was more interested in getting home with those bulky bags.

Dylan had to sit opposite me on the train and he later told me that he was pleased that I hadn’t crossed my legs because he’d really enjoyed staring at my pussy for most of the journey. I wondered how many other people had seen it.


The day had been quite exhausting but after we’d had something to eat Dylan phoned his parents to let them know that we were back from our honeymoon. They had a long chat and they talked about us going to visit them and them coming to visit us but no dates were fixed although Dylan did tell them that it was okay for them to just call in anytime that they wanted. After the call Dylan and I talked about them catching me naked and again Dylan told me that he was sure that it wouldn’t be a problem.

I kind of liked the idea of me being naked in front of Dylan’s brother and their dad, both being reasonably handsome.


Then it was time for me to phone my mum and dad. I was dreading mum inviting herself over. I knew that there would be a bust-up but I was trying to defer it for as long as possible.

It felt a little weird talking to my mum on the phone whilst I was naked and Dylan was playing with my tits and pussy but I got through it without feeling obliged to invite them over.

Dylan had suggested that I call my parents on a video call and I replied,

“That would be okay if you never want to see my parents again but I like my dad and don’t want to never see him again. Besides, I’m not sure that my mother knows how to video call.”


Then it was bed and to finish what Dylan had started when I was on the phone to my parents.

*****

Day 2

After waking up the best possible way and finishing what Dylan had started whilst I was still asleep, we went through all the photos that Dylan had taken and picked out the ones for our special wedding album, and the ones that we wanted blown-up to A1 size.

Then it was into central London again to find a photography shop where we could get the prints done, and to buy the frames for the A1 photos.

I wore one of my new, ultra short dresses and had some fun at the station and even on the train which was very busy and men were brushing against me as they got on and off. Dylan later told me that I should go on the rush hour trains where he’d heard stories of men putting their hands up the skirts of the girls who were wearing very short skirts.

I thought about that a bit and considered catching those trains once Dylan was back at work.


We could have got the smaller prints done on one of those machines but Dylan had said that we may as well get the whole lot done in one specialist shop. At the time I’d asked him if he’d suggested that so that a guy in the shop would see all the photos.

“That did cross my mind, you don’t mind do you Esther?”

“Hell no, but make sure that I’m with you when we collect them, I want to see the guy’s face.” I replied.

That last part actually happened because when we went to collect the prints later that day. The guy in the photo shop kept giving me knowing looks as Dylan went through the small and large prints before paying the man. I could tell that he was imagining me naked like in the photographs as he stared at me whilst waiting for Dylan for finish. It really made my nipples and clit tingle.

When we left the shop Dylan said that he wondered if the guy had made copies for himself, then he asked me if that thought bothered me.

“Not at all Dylan, if he wants to wank every night looking at photos of me naked then good luck to him. Do you think that he might put some of them on the internet?”

“I have no idea but I paid cash so he won’t know your name.”

“My hero, maybe we should think about posting some of them on the internet ourselves?” I asked.

“Maybe, I’m sure that there’s a way that we can do it anonymously, I’ll talk to one of the tech guys at work, get some advice?”

“Let’s get settled first but I’m assuming that you want the special album and the big, framed photos sorted quickly.”

“Sure do, when are you going to invite some of your mates round?”

“I don’t know, lets get the album and the frames on the walls first.”

We didn’t sort the album nor hung the frames when we got home, we had other things on our mind at that time.


That night after Dylan had fucked me doggy style I used my mouth to bring his cock back to life before we went to sleep the same way as the previous nights.

*****

Day 3

We didn’t have to think about when to invite any of Dylan’s mates round because the next morning Tom. Dylan’s best man and a work colleague, rang the doorbell. Of course, we didn’t know who it was at the time and Dylan thought that it might be the postman and he urged me to answer the door, as I was, totally naked.

As I went to the door I imagined the postman seeing me naked, and I started tingling.

“Oh my gawd,” I gasped, “Tom, shut your eyes, I wasn’t expecting it to be you.”

“I can see that Esther, but don’t go getting all shy on me, I’m pleased to see that your honeymoon has knocked some of that shyness out of you.”

My hands had gone to my pussy and tits but when Dylan appeared behind me Dylan said,

“It’s okay Esther, I’m sure that Tom won’t mind you being naked, relax and enjoy Tom looking at you, I know that you are enjoying it aren’t you?”

It was then that I realised that my nipples and clit were rock hard, that my pussy had suddenly got quite wet and the aforementioned parts of me were tingling stronger than before I opened the door. Dylan was right so I dropped my hands to my sides.

“She’s quite a beauty when you get under all those old fashioned clothes that she used to wear isn’t she Tom? Give Tom a twirl, let him see that cute little bubbly butt of yours as well Esther.”

I did, and have to say that my smile was telling both guys that I was enjoying the experience.

“Well Dylan,” Tom said, “I was going to apologise for coming here unannounced but seeing Esther like that I’m definitely not sorry, you’re one hell of a lucky man Dylan Hargreaves.”

“Yes, I know that I am, and wait until you see the wedding photos.”

“You’ve got them already?”

“No, I meant to say the honeymoon photo album but we haven’t put that together yet either, but you can look at all the photos that we took, I can send them from my phone to the big TV. Esther, could you get 3 beers from the fridge, I’m assuming that you want to be with us when we have our first showing of the photos.”


It was a very nervous, excited and naked me that carried 3 bottles of beer into the lounge and after handing them round I sat next to Dylan as he started casting the photos to the big TV screen. The first ones were from that first day on the beach when we went to the end of the beach and I did some posing for Dylan.

“Cute bikini bottoms Esther, are those the ones that Dylan bought you?” Tom asked.

“Yes, you’ve met my mother so you can’t possibly think that I owned something like that before the wedding.”

“Err no, she is a bit err ….”

“Yes she is.” I replied, “It’s good to have escaped, I didn’t realise how bad my life was until we went on our honeymoon.”

By that time the slide show had progressed to a photo that Dylan took of me spread eagle on my back with him stood just beyond my feet.

“Oh my gawd,” I said, “I didn’t realise that you’d be able to see EVERY little detail.”

“Yes honey, my phone is a top of the range with a very high-res camera and we can tell that you were loving every second of it.”

I could see that my spread pussy was very wet with a bubble of my juices at my entrance. I felt my face heat up and I was embarrassed but Dylan just continued with the slide show.

I cooled down and the embarrassment went away even though quite a lot of the photos showed me with my legs spread wide and my pussy on display for Dylan’s phone. I was actually pleased that Dylan’s phone is a top of the range with a very high resolution camera.

By the time the slide show ended I was tingling, quite horny and actually very proud of my body. I wanted to jump on Dylan and have a good fuck but Tom was there and my inhibitions hadn’t totally disappeared.


I stayed sat next to Dylan, holding his hand, as we talked about the parts of the wedding reception that Dylan and I didn’t see because we had to dash off to the airport. Apparently my mother had got a little upset when some of Dylan’s friend had got a little drunk and started making out with the girls that they had brought as their plus-ones.

Tom confessed that he’d started making out with Lucy, his girlfriend and my mother had seen them with Tom’s hand up her dress. Apparently my mother had thrown a wobbler and called them sinners and Lucy a whore. Thankfully Lucy had had a few by then and just laughed at my mother and spread her legs a bit wider to give Tom’s hand better access.

After we all laughed at that Tom invited Dylan and I to a party that he was having in a couple of weeks which reminded Dylan that he, we, had to go to a BBQ the coming weekend, his boss’s annual summer get together for his staff.

I had a quick think about what I could wear to that BBQ. I wanted to impress but not look like a slut. I decided to talk to Dylan about it later.

Whilst Dylan and Tom were talking about ‘men’s things’ I thought about me sitting there totally naked. My nipples were still rock hard and tingling like hell, and so was my clit. I’d somehow kept my knees together, something that I’d fought to avoid doing for over 2 weeks, but my pussy was just as wet as it looked in some of the photos.

I was actually very proud of myself being able to sit there totally naked in front of Tom, the first of Tom’s friends to see me naked.

It’s not a nice thing to think, but I was pleased when Tom left, I’d so wanted to get Dylan alone so that I could fuck his brains out and get the relief that I so needed.

As he left, Tom said that he’d be sure to phone before he turned up the next time but Dylan replied,

“That’s okay mate, Esther doesn’t mind you seeing her like this, in fact I’m sure that she actually enjoyed the experience, didn’t you honey?”

I blushed a little as I confirmed what Dylan had said, and I blushed a little more when Dylan ran a finger along my slit then held it up and continued,

“See, I knew that she was enjoying the experience, you should just turn up with all the guys sometime, she might even put on a little show for you.”

“Dylan, stop it, you’re embarrassing me.” I replied.

As soon as Tom had gone I took Dylan by the hand and led him to the last room that needed christening and as I impaled myself on his cock I asked,

“So what sort of little show were you thinking that I should put on for all your mates?”

“Maybe bringing yourself off with your fingers or maybe your dildo. Or maybe you could wear your remote vibrator and I could pass my phone around them and they’d make you cum.”

“You’d want me to do those things? Oh, that’s nice, keep jerking your hips Dylan.”

“Would YOU want to do those things Esther? Shit, I’m gonna cum.”


A couple of minutes later when we’d both recovered I finally replied,

“Would you mind if I did those things Dylan?”

“No, in fact I’d like to watch you doing those things in front of my mates, and the whole world.”

“You might have to drop me in it Dylan because I don’t think that I have the courage to do those things without you forcing me to do them.”

“But you’d like to do them Esther?”

“Yes, I think that I would, but can you wait to force me to do them until after I’ve had my pussy laser treated please? As much I enjoy you shaving me, and I really do enjoy it, when you go back to work you won’t have time to do it before you have to leave for work and I want my pussy to be silky smooth for you whenever you touch it.”

“Probably true, but we can still shave you even if there’s no hair there to remove, I like shaving you just as much as you enjoy it.”

“I was hoping that you’d say that Dylan, I’ll make an appointment at a beauticians tomorrow morning.”

“I should have asked Tom which beautician his girlfriend uses when he was here, I’ll phone him and ask him.”


That evening Dylan phoned Tom and got the beauticians name and number and I happily resigned myself to never seeing my pubic hair ever again.

We then set about trying the toys that Dylan bought me for the first time. I’d been putting it off because the nervousness was slightly stronger than the excitement. Dylan said that we should try the magic wand first because that would get me all relaxed before anything went inside me, and boy was he right. I never imagined that something like that could give me so much pleasure.

After the wand gave me an orgasm we experimented with the dildo and then the remote controlled vibrator. I sucked Dylan’s cock as he setup the vibrator app on his phone.

I screamed when Dylan first switched the vibrator on. I hadn’t known what to expect but it certainly wasn’t what I got. I thought that my insides were turning to jelly. We experimented with all the different modes and patterns that control app offered and I couldn’t wait until Dylan was controlling it from his work place.

Dylan made me cum 4 more times before I pulled the vibrator out and Dylan’s cock replaced it, him unloading a big, pent-up load inside me.


Whist I was in the bathroom cleaning up I could hear Dylan on the phone and when I went back to bed there was a new text message on my phone. It was from Lucy. Tom’s girlfriend, sending me the name, address and phone number of the beauty salon where she went to to get the laser treatment to remove all the hair below her neck.


Before retiring to bed we spent an hour putting the photographs into out special honeymoon album and frames then hanging them on the walls downstairs.


Our bedtime routine continued and ended with a very full and contented me going to sleep.

*****

Day 4

It was Dylan’s first day back at work and I woke-up with his cock slowly sliding in and out of me.

“Morning honey,” Dylan said when he saw me move my hand to my eyes to rub the sleep out of them.

“Hmm, and a good morning to you too lover. What time is it? Have you got time to be doing this to me?”

“I’ll make the time.”

Dylan was nearly late for work as I couldn’t take my pussy, hands and mouth off his cock.


The first thing that I did after Dylan set off for work was to phone the beautician and was pleased to hear that she could fit me in at 11:00 that day so it was into the bathroom for my first shower in that house without Dylan ‘helping’ me.

After getting something to eat I chose another of my new, summer dresses and with nothing under it I set off to go a couple of stations down the Underground line to where the beauticians was.

The Underground wasn’t very busy but the warm breeze tickling my pussy felt very nice. I wasn’t very ladylike as I sat on the long bench seat along the side of the carriage and I pretended to play on my phone as I watched the 2 young men sat opposite look up my dress. I just knew that they’d be able to see my bald pubis and the front of my slit and I could feel my juices leaking out and wetting the seat.

My first, solo flashing session was over way too quick but the 2 young men got off the train behind me and followed me up the escalator. I couldn’t feel the fabric of the dress on my thighs so I knew that the breeze was billowing the skirt part and giving the 2 young men a great view but I didn’t look behind me to confirm it.


I felt a little exposed and excited as I slowly walked along the high street. Again, it was the first time that I’d been out in public, without Dylan, and wearing only a VERY short and thin dress. I felt good.


After checking-in at the beauticians I went to the toilet to clean up my pussy and inner thighs as, unlike when we were on our honeymoon, the air outside wasn’t warm enough to dry me.


“First time?” The young woman beautician asked me as we entered the ‘treatment’ room.

“Yes it is.”

“Okay honey, all you’ll feel is a little tingling or burning sensation, nothing to worry about. Just take your dress and knickers off and climb up on the table.”

The woman didn’t bat an eyelid when she saw that I was naked under my dress and I was soon on my back on the table.

I remember being a little embarrassed as I wondered if my pussy would get all wet again, but the woman put my mind at rest when she said,

“Don’t worry if you get aroused honey, it’s perfectly natural and a lot of women get aroused. Only last week I had to stop working when girl had a very intense orgasm as I did her outer labia near her clitoris. The poor girl was jerking about for nearly 5 minutes.”


I didn’t cum, possibly because I was distracted by the conversation that we got into. She got me to tell her about our honeymoon when she commented on the nice, all-over tan that I had. I did tell her about the nude beach but not all the very intimate photos that were taken.

Strangely, I didn’t get embarrassed as she was zapping all around my vulva, but I did get embarrassed when she told me to get on my hands and knees and to spread my knees so that she could zap all around my butt hole.


Neither Dylan, nor myself had shaved me that morning and I still looked bald before I went into that shop but when I left I felt even more naked than when I went in.

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Satisfied that the session was worth every penny of Dylan’s money, I decided to go into central London and to that shop, the Young Ladies Fashion Emporium, to see what else they had that I liked. I’d really enjoyed shopping for clothes with Dylan but I also wanted to do some more leisurely shopping, not worrying that Dylan might get bored.

Before doing that I went to the nearest McDonald’s and to their toilet where I took my Lush remote controlled vibrator out of my bag and eased it up my vagina. Checking that it was working okay by opening the app on my phone and giving myself a quick blast, which made me squeal with delight, I closed the app and straightened my dress. Looking down I could see part of the pink antenna hanging below the hem of my dress.

Ignoring the possibility of embarrassment if someone saw it and said something, I left and headed for the station wondering if Dylan would remember what the new app on his phone could do to me.


Again I had some fun on the Underground, this time it was group of half a dozen youths who stared at me all the time and said a few things to me that no one has ever said to me before. I guessed that that was because of my new, liberated attire and one comment was about what was ‘stuck up my cunt’ as one young man put it; but I wasn’t complaining, in fact I was actually enjoying it. I didn’t respond to any of the comments but I felt good that they thought my body was worthy of those comments. By the time I got off the train my pussy was very wet, something that I was sure the youths had noticed.


The shop wasn’t far from the Underground station and I was soon saying hello to the owner, Bethany. She was wearing a dress that she’d made herself and the front of it kept falling open when she bent even slightly forwards revealing her tits. She told me that it was designed to do that and I asked her if she had any more designed to do that. I was soon trying-on similar dresses, some of them so short that I could see the pink antenna and my slit in the mirror in front of me.

Bethany hadn’t said anything about the antenna when I took my dress off to try on some of the clothes but I did notice a smile on her face.


Whilst we were chatting and I was trying on clothes, a young couple came into the shop. Both the guy and the girl stared at the naked me for a couple of seconds then the girl started browsing the racks whilst the guy’s eyes kept going from his girlfriend to me and back. This was making my nipples and my clit harder.

“You like guys looking at you when you are naked don’t you Esther?” Bethany asked.

“Yes I do, it makes me tingle, how can you tell?”

“Well it’s certainly not cold in here Esther. I’m the same when an unknown guy see me. You should have seen me when I suddenly ended up naked in front of around a hundred people on holiday, I just had to grab the nearest guy and take him round the back of a building.”

“Wow, I’ve never had that happen to me but there again I was a good, innocent little catholic girl until I got married just over a couple of weeks ago, and look at me now, totally naked in the main part of a shop in London, with strangers looking at me, and getting turned on by it.”

“It sounds like getting married has certainly brought you out of your shell, that husband of yours has a lot to answer for Esther.”

“He certainly has, he’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“Hey Esther, I sometimes need a girl to model some of my lines for my website, I have one girls that comes and does it for me when she can but it would be good to have another girl, would you be interested?”

“Me! My tits are way too small to be a model.”

“No they aren’t, look at me, mine at small too, and so are the other girl’s.”

“Can I think about it Bethany?”

“Sure, you know where I am.

“So do you get naked in the shop sometimes Bethany?” I asked changing the subject.

“Yes, sometimes if my boyfriend is here I’ll strip-off and pretend to be a customer, trying things on when other customers are here. The looks that you get from the guys is amazing and I too get all gooey like you are right now Esther. You should come here on a Friday or Saturday when we are busier. hey, I’d better go and see if I can help that couple.”

Bethany went over to the couple and I continued selecting and trying on clothes that I liked. As I was doing so I kept looking over to the couple and I saw that the girl was also getting naked and trying clothes on. The poor guy’s head was going from one naked girl to the other, just like he was watching a tennis match.

I ended up buying 2 more dresses, 3 more tops and 2 more skirts. I hoped that Dylan wouldn’t be too mad at me for spending so much of his money.


As I was walking back to the Underground station I suddenly screamed as my legs started to give way. I managed to get to the side of the pavement and lean against the wall. For a split second I thought that I’d been shot or stabbed (which happens quite often in London these days), but I quickly realised that it was the vibrator inside me that had burst into life.

Oh my gawd, when we’d previously used the vibrator I’d been on my back but this time I was stood up and my legs just weren’t used to my insides shaking like that.

“Dyyyyylan.” I said to no one as I was both annoyed and grateful that Dylan had fired-up the app on his phone.

As I started to get over the shock, and my legs started to get used to what was happening inside my body, I looked around and saw that everyone was ignoring me.

“Typical Londoners, so reticent with invisible blinkers on” I thought, “I’d have to get run over by a bus before anyone took any notice.”

After a minute or so I somehow managed to stand up straight and slowly start walking as I got over the initial shock but I just knew that if the vibrator kept going at the same speed it wouldn’t be long before I had an orgasm, on the street with people walking passed.

Either Dylan turned the vibrations down or I started to get a little used to them because I managed to walk / stumble along to the Underground station. Someone looking up my dress on the escalators or sat on the train was the last thing on my mind as an orgasm hit me just as I sat down.

The vibrator kept going and I wondered if Dylan had deliberately left it on, or the signal couldn’t get to my phone underground to turn it off.

“Is that thing giving you hell? The girl sat opposite me asked with a knowing grin.

I realised that she could see the antenna, maybe my bald pubis, and definitely my tortured facial expression as the vibrations kept going. All I could manage was a nod to the girl before another orgasm hit me just before I got off the train.

I was happy that the escalator going up to street level was working because I’m sure that I couldn’t have survived going up all those stairs.

Out on the street the vibrations kept going and I was half way home before they finally stopped.

“Oh my gawd,” I thought, “that was awesome, thank you Dylan, but next time not when I’m on the Underground please, I could have had an accident.”


The experience had left me exhausted and very horny and the first thing that I did at home was to collapse on the sofa and toy with my clit.


About an hour later I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. As soon as I saw the caller-ID I had a decision to make. It was my mother.

“Hello darling, how are you, settling in to your new home nicely?”

“Hello to you too mother, I’m just great, very happy thank you.”

“So are you free this afternoon, can I come round for a coffee? I can update you on everything at the church, Father Thomas has got a new cause in Africa.”

“Oh right, of course you can come round mother we’ve got the house sorted out for now and we’ve put some pictures up on the walls.”

“How nice, okay, I’ll set off now, should be there within an hour.”

“Okay, bye mum, see you soon.”


I’ll admit that I had a little panic right then, I just knew that my mother would throw a wobbler and I hadn’t really thought about how I could counter the accusations that I just knew would be flying at me. I quickly took the bags containing my new clothes upstairs then looked at myself in the mirror.

Seeing the pink antenna I smiled at the thought of leaving it in, but I ease it out, cleaned it and put it on charge. Then I went and had a quick shower then put on one of the new dresses that I’d just bought. Looking in the mirror I could see 2 pokies and dark circles round my nipples. Looking down I could just see a hint of my slit and my engorged clit which seems to be like that all the time these days.

Just as I finished brushing my hair I heard the doorbell.

“Good grief Esther, what on earth are you wearing, have you just got out of bed?”

“No mother, I don’t wear anything in bed now, this is a dress from my new wardrobe, all my dresses and skirts are like this and before you ask, I no longer own any bras.”

“You can’t possibly go out looking like that Esther, it’s indecent.”

“No it’s not mother, and I have already been out dressed like this.”

“But you look like a wanton hussy, what will Father Thomas say when you go to church on Sunday? He’ll kick you out and pray for your forgiveness.”

“Father Thomas can do that he likes but I doubt that I will ever see him again.”

“Are going to go to a different church?”

“No mother, I don’t know where the nearest church is and I’m not going looking for it.”

“Well at least find somewhere to give your confession.”

“No mother, I have done nothing wrong to confess.”

“Is Dylan putting you up to this Esther, leading you astray, because if he is I will sort him out. Have you consummated the marriage yet, because we can get in annulled if you haven’t.”

“Mother, my sex life is none of your business and the last thing that I want is for me to loose Dylan, he’s making me happier than I ever was growing up with you as a mother, he’s amazing.”

“Esther, you’re making me ashamed of you, I thought that you were good girl.”

“Come on in mother, I’ll put the kettle on.”

My mother followed me into the kitchen and she sat at the table in silence as I put the kettle on and got things ready. Her silence told me that she was totally unprepared for what she had seen and heard so far.

I put a mug of tea in front of my mother then leant back against the sink. Finally my mother said,

“You’re intending to wear clothes like THAT all the time are you Esther?”

“Yes mother, all the girls my age wear clothes like this these days.”

“Not girls who come to my church. Good grief girl, I can see your, your, your vulva. It’s obscene.”

“Mother, most people call it a pussy, and before you ask, a large percentage of girls don’t wear knickers either.”

“That’s disgusting, I never brought you up to be a slut, go and put some knickers and a bra on.”

“No mother, I no longer own any bras or knickers, I threw them all out.”

“You have become a wanton hussy Esther, you make me ashamed of you. What will Father Thomas say when I tell him?”

“If you are that ashamed of me don’t tell him. But I’m not going to change, in fact when Dylan gets home from work the dress will come off and we will have sex all night long, maybe even on that very table.”

My mother lifted herself off the chair and pushed it back as she stepped back.

“That’s disgusting, having sex has to be confined to the bedroom and only when you want to have children. No daughter of mine would ever do anything so disgusting.”

I was no longer looking at my mother, I just couldn’t face her. In fact I was looking at one of the framed photos that Dylan had hung in the kitchen. It was one of me doing a snow angel but on the sand at the nude beach and Dylan had taken the photo when my legs were wide apart. My mother must have followed my eyes because she said,

“Esther, how could you even consider putting a picture like that up on a wall in your house? Oh my gawd, that’s you isn’t it Esther, and what happened to your pubic hair? That’s disgusting, you should be very ashamed of yourself. No daughter of mine would ever do that or allow someone to photograph her like that.”

By then I was getting really annoyed with my mother and I said,

“Well then perhaps you should disown me mother and deny that you have a daughter.”

Just then I heard the front door open then Dylan saying,

“I hope that you are naked and ready to be fucked Esther because I’m as horny as hell.”

Dylan turned into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks. He’d already taken his jacket, tie and shirt off and was unfastening his trousers.

“Oh, hello Mrs. Brown, this is a nice surprise.” Dylan said.

“You should be ashamed of yourself Dylan Hargreaves. Corrupting my daughter like this, she used to be such a good, catholic girl but you’ve turned her into some sort of wanton harlot. I’m ashamed to call you my son in law and her my daughter, in fact I no longer call her my daughter and don’t bother coming to my house, you are not welcome there any more.”

With that my mother walked out, brushing passed Dylan and slamming the front door.

“Are you okay Esther?” Dylan asked.

“I am now, get those trousers off and fuck me please Dylan.”

The kitchen table again got used for something that it wasn’t intended.


After we’d both cum and rested a little, Dylan picked me up and carried me into the lounge, put me down on the sofa and cuddled me before saying,

“Are you okay Esther, your mother thing?”

“Yes thank you, I’m sad that I’m loosing a mother but I’m happy that it’s all out in the open now, I wasn’t looking forward to that.”

“I know, but it’s all over now and you’ve still got me.”

“Yes I have, and don’t you start going all religious on me, I couldn’t cope with that.”

“There’s no chance of that. One visit to a church in my life is quite enough for me thank you.”

“Good, now how was your day at work?”

“Good actually, some of the guys wanted to see the wedding photos so I showed them.”

“But we haven’t got them from the photographer yet, oh, you showed them our special honeymoon photos.”

“That was okay wasn’t it honey?”

“Of course it was. As I said, you’ve enlightened me and made me unashamed of my body and I don’t mind who sees it.”

“What about your father Esther?”

“I’ll phone him at his work on his mobile in a few days. I’m sure that he’ll understand, I don’t know why he stays with my mother.”

“Maybe he won’t now that you’ve moved out.”

“Maybe, now, do you want to know what I’ve been doing today? And thank you for switching my vibrator on, it was, err, interesting.”

As I continued to cuddle up to Dylan I told Dylan all about my day. The 2 notable things that he said were that he’d still shave me every weekend and that he thought that he hadn’t seen the dress that I was wearing when he got home.

Our conversation changed the subject with Dylan saying,

“It’s Lucy’s naked yoga session tomorrow night, do you fancy going along with her, I’m sure that she won’t mind.”

“Naked yoga! I didn’t know that there was such a thing, and Lucy does it?”

“Yes, for about a year now. Tom usually goes to a nearby pub whilst she’s there, I sometimes used to meet him there.”

“So that’s why you went to the pub on a Thursday evening?”

“Yes, sorry that I didn’t explain all but I wasn’t sure what you’d think.”

“Well you know now, pass me my phone and I’ll phone Lucy, then I’ll start cooking.”

“Yes young lady, you promised me that my tea would be ready when I got home and it isn’t, should I punish you?”

I thought for a second then got up and lay over Dylan’s lap spreading my legs as much as the position would allow.

“I’ve been a naughty girl, please spank me Dylan.”

Dylan’s face got a big smile on it then he said,

“Really?”

“Really, do it Dylan, make my butt red.”

One second later Dylan’s right hand landed on my butt with a loud crack. I don’t know why I said what I said but I said,

“One, thank you sir.”

“Was that too hard Esther?”

“No, keep going please.”

SWAT.

“Two, thank you sir.”

“What’s with the counting Esther, and there’s no need to thank me.”

“I’d hate you to loose count Dylan.”

SWAT.

“Three, thank you sir.”

“I didn’t know that we were counting, have you had enough yet Esther?”

“No, keep going please Dylan.”

SWAT.

“Four, thank you sir.”

SWAT.

“Five, thank you sir.”

“Enough Esther?”

“No, you’re just starting to make my clit and nipples tingle, and can you push your fingers deep inside me between each swat please?”

“In that case. ………”

Eight more swats landed on my butt and 8 times Dylan’s fingers deeply penetrated me.

After the 14th swat I said,

“Fourteen, thank you sir, I’m going to cum soon, keep going please.”

After 3 more swats I said,

“Seventeeeeeennnn, I’m cuuuummming.”

And I did with Dylan’s fingers as deep as they could get inside me.


As I started to recover I realised that Dylan had removed his fingers but was gently rubbing my clit. After my body jerked to another after-shock mini orgasm, I turned on my side facing Dylan who pulled me closer to him and just held me.

After a couple of minutes I said,

“Do you want me to suck your cock Dylan, I can feel that you are rock hard.”

“Yes please.”

I slid off Dylan then knelt in between his legs then immediately changed my position so that my butt was on the carpet and not my heels.

Dylan didn’t last long before I had the first course of my evening meal.


As I prepared the meal we talked.

“So what did you think of your first ever proper spanking Esther?”

“At first I wasn’t sure if I wanted you to continue but I’d read somewhere that some girls can get really turned on and orgasm when they are being spanked so I wanted to see if I was one of those girls.”

“Well I guess that we’ve answered that one, that looked to be quite an intense orgasm that you had. I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, no, well yes, but not too bad, do it like that the next time and I won’t be complaining.”

“Oh, so there’s going to be a next time is there?”

“I hope so, maybe with an audience as well.”

“Wow Esther, or are you still the Esther that I married.”

“I am, but maybe Esther 2, you helped me come out of my archaic, religious, repressed life Dylan Hargreaves.”

“My pleasure Esther 2, literally.”


Over the meal we talked more about my parents and I was both happy and unhappy that my mother couldn’t come into the 21st century. I again said that I’d phone my father after a few days.


After we’d cleaned and put everything away we went and sat on the sofa and cuddled. I was still totally naked as I phoned Lucy and asked her about her naked yoga lessons. She was bubbling with excitement when I asked if I could go along with her. I asked her if there were any men in the class and was a little disappointed when she said not, but she did tell me that once per month partners were allowed in as spectators just to see what their partners were doing.

“So Tom has been and watched you?” I asked.

“Sure, 9 or 10 times now.”

“And there was no physical sex?”

“No, well not in the classes, but who knows what happens afterwards. Hey Esther, what’s happened to you? You used to be such a shy, religious goody two shoes girl and now you’re letting yourself be photographed naked, hanging around naked when my boyfriend is at your house and here you are wanting to do naked yoga with me.”

“Lucy, I’m sorry if being naked when Tom was here has upset or annoyed you, I’m not trying to come on to him, it’s just that ….”

“STOP right there Esther, I’m not annoyed or upset, in fact as soon as Tom got home he almost ripped my clothes off me and fucked me in the kitchen. I burned a casserole that I was making. No, I’m really pleased that you have changed. I just knew that you had a really beautiful body under all those dowdy clothes that you used to wear and Tom tells me that I was right. I really like the new you and I’ll be giving Dylan a really big hug to thank him for bringing you out of your shell. That wouldn’t upset you would it Esther?”

“No it wouldn’t upset me. Dylan has already told me that he wants us to fuck in public and that he wants all of his friends to fuck me so a naked hug from his best friend’s girlfriend is just an extension of that. Would you mind if Tom fucked me?

“Not at all, I’d like to watch that and join in as well.”

“I’ve never had any sort of sex with a girl before.”

“Until a few weeks ago you’d never had any sort of sex with a man or a woman, and look at you now. I reckon that it will all come very naturally to you Esther. Don’t think about it, just let it happen when it happens.”


We ended the phone call after making arrangements about where to meet the following evening.

All the time that Lucy and I had been talking Dylan had been playing with my tits and my spare hand had been slowly playing with his cock so when I ended the call I got up then straddled Dylan’s hips and had a very satisfying ride.


When we were relaxing in the after-glow of us both cumming, Dylan said,

“So Esther, you want to have sex with Lucy do you?”

“I didn’t say that I wanted to, I’d never even considered being with another girl before, but that conversation has made me, what’s it called, oh yes, bi-curious.”

“Well don’t over-think it, forget it for now and if / when it happens don’t fight it, just go along with it, I’m pretty sure that you’ll like it, girls are a lot more gentle than us men.”

“You’re very gentle with me Dylan, even when you spanked me. Hey, do you think that my butt will still be red when I go to naked yoga tomorrow?”

“Would it bother you if it was? We can check before we leave to go there and I can spank you again to get it all red if you want?”

“I don’t know, maybe I should just leave it and see. Maybe you could spank me before I go to the session next week.”

“Okay, whatever you want babe.”


We went to sleep with Dylan’s cock inside me again.

*****

[VanessaEvans]

Getting Married Set Me Free
by Vanessa Evans

Part 4

Day 5

I woke up to the feeling of Dylan slowly fucking me and after we’d both cum I looked at the clock and saw that Dylan had woken up 30 minutes earlier than I expected. When I asked Dylan why, he told me that he had set the alarm 30 minutes earlier so that we had time for a love-making session to set him up for the day,

Dylan left for work with me promising to wear my Lush vibrator all day so that he could pleasure me whenever he wanted to.


After a long session in the bathroom finishing what I wasn’t able to do when Dylan getting to work on time had been the priority. Then I decided that I needed to go to the nearby supermarket for a couple of things that I could do with getting. Dylan had told me that we’d do a weekly shop online but he hadn’t got around to setting it up.

I chose to wear a short tank top with spaghetti straps that was made of very thin cotton and my nipples made 2 nice bulges in it. For a skirt I chose a denim micro skirt that the back is just long enough to cover my butt, but at the front it only just covers my slit if you are looking at me from less than a couple of metres. Any further away and you can make out my slit and protruding clit which still hasn’t decided to have a rest and hide behind it’s hood.

Before I put on the 2 inch heeled sandals I slid my Lush into my always wet these days, pussy and sighed, waiting and hoping the Dylan would pleasure me quite soon.

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw the pink antenna sticking down between my legs and thought that maybe I should take it out until I got home but instead I bent the antenna so that the end was between my butt cheeks.

Satisfied with my looks I grabbed my bag and left the house.

It was an unusually very pleasant day with not a cloud in the sky and I decided that when I got back I would do some sunbathing in the back garden. My all-over tan was still golden brown but I wanted to hang on to it for as long as I could.


I felt bare, exposed, horny, close to being illegal and very good as I walked along, the gentle breeze rushing passed my pussy as I walked along the streets which got busier as I got closer to the supermarket.


As I walked along the supermarket aisles I notice a couple of guys do a double-take, and one youth openly stare at me. I so wasn’t used to that happening but I guessed that Esther 2 would get used to it, especially as it made me feel good.

I stopped at the feminine hygiene section to get some tampons. I’d never used them before because my mother had told me that they were ungodly. Since I no longer wear knickers, pads were out of the question from now on. As I picked up a box of tampons I remembered what my doctor had said when I was getting some contraception, that my periods would get a lot lighter, or even stop altogether. I hoped for the latter but was preparing for the former. I was sure that Dylan hoped for the latter as much as I did but I was sure that he’d help me with the instruction of how to insert a tampon.

Hoping that I got the right tampons I went and paid then left and headed for home.


As I was walking I decided to take a short diversion and cut through a corner of the big park that was on my way. It was still mid morning and I couldn’t see anyone in the park so in I went.

I had to step over a big puddle from the previous nights rain and as I did so I felt the antenna fall out from between my butt cheeks. Looking around again and still seeing no one I put my hand down to push it back between my butt cheeks, but instead I straightened it out so that it was pointing down to the ground.

Smiling to myself, and hoping that at least one man would walk by and see it, I continued walking. Unfortunately, I didn’t see anyone else by the time that I exited the park and headed for home.


Back home I stripped naked, got my phone, ear buds, towel and sunblock and went out the back garden to where the sun loungers were. I looked around and saw no one in the gardens of the houses either side, nor in the windows, nor in the trees at the bottom of the garden (the house backs onto the park and is shielded by some trees and bushes).

I got myself organised, covered myself in sunblock then relaxed on the lounger. The sun felt different to what it was when I was laying on the beach on honeymoon.

Nevertheless, I was going to enjoy myself listening to my music and looking at some of the photographs from the honeymoon that Dylan had transferred to my phone.


I must have nodded off because I suddenly heard male voices coming from the garden of one of the neighbours, my phone having come to the end of my music playlist,

“It’s a girl, no tits but a funny pink thing where her cock would have been if she’d been a boy.”

“She has got tits, just small ones, I bet that they’d look bigger when she stands up.”

“Yeah probably, she must be young because she hasn’t got any hair on her pussy, I wonder how old she is?”

“I guess that she’s the wife of the guy that was going to live there, dad said that he was getting married so she must be at least 18. You can’t get married until you’re 18 can you?”

“I dunno, never needed to find out.”

“How the hell have you managed to get to 18 without knowing anything about girls Jason?”

“Never really been interested in them, too much fun playing video games.”

“Well look and learn Jason. I think that that pink cock thing is a vibrator. I don’t think that it’s switched on because she’s awfully still.”

“So do vibrators make a girl jump around like she’s got ants in her pants?”

“Bloody hell Jason, you really do need to get a girlfriend.”

“Not everyone is like you Tony, so how many girlfriends have you had in your 18 years on this earth?”

“Four, and I’ve fucked my current one.”

“Lucky you Tony.”

“Maybe lucky you Jason, with a neighbour like her, she might be a nympho and put out. How long is it before we go back to university?”

“Six weeks, but she’s married, she’s not likely to put out so soon after getting married.”

“You never know, maybe you should go round and ask if you can borrow a cup of sugar of something Jason.”

“Is that the ‘in’ chat-up line these days, is that what you used Tony?”

“Quiet, she’s stirring.”


I heard no more but wondered if I really had an 18 year old male virgin living next door. Then I realised that I had been a 20 year old virgin. I suddenly felt a little sorry for him.

Anyway, I restarted my music and turned over and relaxed again.


I quickly nodded off and had a really weird dream. Dylan and I were on the nude beach that we went to on our honeymoon and for some strange reason I went for a swim on my own. I swam really far out and then I saw a shark swimming in circles around me. I really started to panic but just as the shark came straight at me with its mouth wide open, I was plucked from the sea by 2 men on a boat that I hadn’t see approaching.

I’d been rescued by a boat load of men but none of them gave me anything to wear and instead of the taking me back to the beach they sailed away and made me their naked slave. I had to feed them and fuck them for weeks before the police came and rescued me.

Then the police were just as bad, they took me to their police station and all of them fucked me in a prisoner’s cell before one of them left the door open and I managed to escape. I ran and ran through the crowded streets until I got to the hotel where Dylan was waiting for me.

Then I woke up when the Lush burst into life. I turned over, pulled out my ear buds, spread my legs wide and my right hand went and cupped my pussy because I thought that my clit was going to be shaken off. Dylan had started one of the random app options and I was the girl on the receiving end.

Over the next hour or so the vibrator drove me crazy, sometimes making me cum, before switching off and letting me partially recover before it started again. Sweat was pouring off me and I was getting tired.

It was only when it finally stopped that I wondered if the 2 guys next door were still watching me. I also wondered what they thought of the show that I was putting on, even if it wasn’t totally voluntary.


That day Dylan’s evening meal was ready for him when he got home but it had to go into the microwave before we got around to eating it. As we finally ate it I told Dylan about my weird dream and asked him if he knew what it meant.

“Probably nothing but maybe you subconsciously want to be a naked sex slave and get fucked by lots of men.”

“Maybe, it would be nice to get fucked non-stop.”

“I’ll do my best to do that Esther, now, tell me what happened when I switched the vibrator on. What did that random setting do to you? How many times did you cum?”

I told him everything then he said,

“I wish that I could have seen what it was doing to you Esther. You do realise that you could have stopped it all just by pulling it out of you?”

“Of course I do, but it felt soo good.”

“Okay, sometime soon we’ll find the time to properly experiment with it and try all the different settings. Hey, turn around, I want to see your butt, see if it’s still a bit red from yesterday’s spanking.”

I did, and it wasn’t.

“Do you want me to make it red before your naked yoga Esther?”

“We haven’t got the time, we have to leave soon to meet Tom and Lucy, I don’t want to be late for my first lesson.”


We got ready and left with me wearing another of my new dresses. This one has a flared skirt part and the breeze in the Underground played its part in me wondering if I had forgotten to put anything on below my waist.

We stood at the end of a carriage and Dylan put a hand up the back of my dress and played with my pussy, nearly making me cum, before we had to get off. As we were leaving the station Dylan asked me if I’d like some stranger to play with my pussy like that when the train was crowded.

“Yes I would, but only doing that, I wouldn’t want to be fucked on a train by a complete stranger.”

“I’ll have to take some days off and we can hit the rush hour, see if you can get groped like that.”

“That sounds nice.” I replied.

“What sounds nice?” Tom asked as we met up.

“Oh nothing.” I said, “Hi Lucy, Tom. Shall we go Lucy, I don’t want to be late.”

Lucy and I set off to walk the short distance to the class, Lucy handing me one of the rolled-up yoga mats that she was carrying and Dylan went with Tom to the pub.

“Are you nervous Esther?” Lucy asked.

“A little bit.”

“You’ll be fine, and the exercise will do you good.”

Lucy led me to a sports hall and we went straight in and into this big room where I saw 6 other girls in various states of undress and one very naked youngish woman setting up a music system. When she saw me she left what she was doing and came over to us.

Lucy introduced me to Amber who welcomed me then told me to follow what the she was doing and do just as much as I could, telling me that it would become easier, and more beneficial, as the weeks went on.

“Amber,” Lucy said, “would you believe that Esther was still a virgin a few weeks ago?”

I blushed and said,

“Lucy, you didn’t have to tell Amber that.”

“That’s okay Esther, the important thing is that you are here and willing to give it a go. I promise you that you will feel a lot happier with yourself after this lesson, now strip off ladies, we need to get started.

I was naked in seconds and Lucy was just as quick, her not wearing any underwear as well.

Amber got the class started and I quickly realised that I knew next to nothing about yoga and certainly didn’t realise that a lot of the poses involved leg spreading, even thrusting your spread pussy up in the air.


Okay, I’ll admit that I was nervous and a bit embarrassed at first but I soon started to relax and actually enjoyed doing it. I guess that the calming music and being told to think of a pleasant and quiet place helped. Also, the fact that my body was going into positions that I imagined Dylan’s big cock entering me, helped, and after about 30 minutes I was quite happy and not at all concerned that 8 other young women were seeing my spread, wet pussy and my little tits.

I took sneaky looks at the other women and most of them had hard nipples and damp, if not wet pussies, Lucy’s looking as wet as mine felt. I also couldn’t help noticing that a couple of the other ladies (not Lucy), had big inner labia, one hanging very low. I was pleased that my pussy lips were very small.

A couple of times I saw Lucy looking at me and when our eyes met she mouthed the word ‘okay’ to which I nodded my head.


We must have done a couple of dozen different poses and I found some of them really hard to do, and to hold them for the required number of seconds, as well as the others were doing them, and by the time Amber said that the session was over I was quite tired and sweaty.

Amber came over to me and asked me how it had gone for me.

“Good,” I replied, “I didn’t know much about yoga before tonight and I never expected it to be so hard work and exposing.”

“Yoga isn’t meant to be sexy Esther,” Amber replied, “it’s meant to relax you, make you feel feel good about yourself and to strengthen your muscles including your heart and lungs. We don’t do Kegel exercises here but we do do other poses that strengthen you pelvic muscles. You’ll ache in the morning but I promise you that you’ll ache less and less as the weeks go by Esther. By the way, Kegel exercises are good for you and your husband will appreciate you doing them. Will I see you next week?”

“Yes you will Amber, thank you.”

With that Amber slipped on a dress, picked up her belongings and left. I turned to Lucy and asked her if there were any showers there.

“Yes, there are, but all the other ladies don’t use them, probably have a shower when they get home. I didn’t use them because I’d have been on my own, but we can go and see if they are working if you like Esther.”

“Yes please, I don’t really want to be all sweaty when Dylan jumps on me later.”

We put our dresses on then went to the ladies changing room where we found the showers. They weren’t that nice but they would do.

As we were showering I asked Lucy what Kegel exercises were and she told me, adding that she liked having a tight pussy for Tom to penetrate, and that he liked her that way as well.

I practised doing what Lucy described whilst still in the shower with Lucy watching.

“That’s it Esther, do around 50 of those each day and Dylan will never tire of fucking you.”

I made a mental note to do just that.


About 20 minutes later we were walking to the pub to meet Dylan and Tom.

“Good workout Esther?” Dylan asked me as he kissed me and grabbed my butt through the thin fabric of my dress.

“Yes thanks, I feel so relaxed, and horny, I can’t wait to get home Dylan. I’ve got something to show you.”

“I’ve shown Esther how to do Kegel exercises.” Lucy said.

“Yes,” Tom said, “Lucy is usually quite horny when she gets home as well.”

Lucy smiled then asked who was going to get her and me a drink.


“Party still on for a week on Saturday Tom?” Dylan asked.

“Yep, everything is organised, just turn up when you are ready, and Esther, dress is casual or optional, okay?”

I looked at Tom, thought for a couple of seconds then replied,

“Optional!? You mean some people will be naked there?”

“Maybe, who knows. No Esther, I was just joking about the optional part to see if you’d turn up naked and let everyone see that amazing body of yours. I’m sure that Dylan wouldn’t mind, after all, he’s shown your honeymoon photos to at least half of the people that will be there.”

I said nothing but I did wonder what people thought when they saw those photos. Those thoughts made my pussy wet enough for me to think about what it would like to be at a party totally naked.

There was a lot of small talk before we finished our drinks and left. Again, we stood at the end of the carriage with Dylan’s hand up the back of my skirt playing with my clit. This time he managed to make me cum just before we got to our station. There weren’t many people around the escalators but the breeze did remind me that I had nothing covering my pussy.


Our lovemaking was very intense before we fell asleep, me with Dylan’s cock going soft inside me.

*****

Day 6

After Dylan had woken me in the best possible way, and we’d continued our lovemaking from the night before, I got off the bed and instantly realised that what Amber had said was right, I had aches in muscles that I never knew that I had. I fell back onto the bed then remembered about the Kegel exercise. As I spread my legs I said,

“Dylan, look at my pussy, I’m doing Kegel exercises, they’re supposed to tighten my vaginal muscles so I always feel tight for you.”

Dylan came round between my legs and smiled. After watching me for a few seconds he said,

“Hold it right there Esther.”

And he went and got his phone. Seconds later he told me to start again and he videoed my pussy as I did some more Kegel exercises.

Then he inserted his hard cock inside my dripping hole and made us both cum again.

As I lay back savouring the moment, Dylan said,

“Oh shit, it’s Friday, I have to go to work.”

With that he jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I did what I could to help him and he left with a piece of toast stuck out of his mouth. At least it was casual Friday so getting dressed was a bit quicker.


Later that morning I phoned Dylan and got his supermarket account details and worked out how to place a grocery order for delivery the next morning. I was lazy for the rest of the morning but the sun came out and I went out to top-up my tan. I’d put my Lush in, hoping that Dylan would remember to pleasure me sometime.

Whilst I was laying there, thinking of things that I could do when Dylan was at work, I heard a rustling from where I had seen my 2 voyeurs the day before. I couldn’t see anyone but I did open my legs a bit more just in case they were there watching me and it wasn’t a cat or a dog.


Dylan did switch my vibrator on and pleasured me as I lay there, and he left it on for about an hour. He used a different one of the random app options and it had longish period of no vibrations which left me trying to anticipate when it would come back on. Very frustrating.


When Dylan got home we had a very leisurely evening, even going for a walk in the park. I put on a skirt and top and Dylan joked that he could hang his coat on my chapel hat pegs even through my top and that he’d drown if he put his face under my pussy.

“I’m not going to piss on you Dylan.” I said.

“No, no, I wouldn’t like that, I meant your pussy juices. I think that we need to put a towel under your pussy on the bed, we don’t want to stain the mattress.”

I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed, ashamed, or what, but Dylan hugged me and said that he loved me, and every drop of my pussy juice.


We had another early night but not getting to sleep until later.

*****

Day 7 - Saturday

It was In-laws visit day but Dylan still woke me the best possible way.

Not that it would have made any difference but when the doorbell rang I had to get off the bed and go and take the supermarket delivery. The poor, middle-aged man looked quite embarrassed as I picked up each basket and took it into the kitchen to empty it. By the time I picked up the last one the poor man’s face had returned to normal and I’m sure that he’d been staring at my butt as I carried the baskets to the kitchen. He even had a grin on his face when he asked me to sign his PDA thing.

As I closed the door I wondered if he’d be the one that brought me our groceries each week.


Dylan had made his way from the bedroom to the kitchen and he asked me if I’d enjoyed teasing the delivery guy.

“I didn’t do it deliberately, but it was fun. Besides, it was your fault for keeping me in bed.”

“Even if we’d got out of bed an hour earlier you’d still have been naked wouldn’t you Esther.”

“Okay, got me, are you going to spank me?”

“Not right now, mum, dad and maybe John will be here in about an hour. Maybe I should spank you just before we go to my boss’s place for the barbecue tomorrow?”

“Are you planning on getting me to take my dress off and show everyone my red, bare butt Dylan?”

“Maybe. Come on, lots to do before mum and dad get here. I’m sure that it will be a friendly visit, not like your mother’s Esther.”

“I hope so.”


A couple of hours later the doorbell rang again, but this time be both went to open the door and I was wearing a dress.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs Hargreaves.” I said.

“Please,” Dylan’s mother replied, “call us Mary and Mark, and wow Esther, married life suits you, that’s a beautiful dress that you are wearing and you have a nice tan.”

“Almost wearing.” Mark added, “Girls these days wear things that hardly cover anything, especially in the summer months, you look amazing Esther.”

“Thank you Mark.” I replied, “Hi John, I’m pleased that you tagged along.”

“So am I, it is Esther isn’t it? You look so different to before.”

“Thanks, blame your brother for that.”


We finally went in, to the lounge and sat down. As John walked in I noticed that his eyes lingered on one of the nude photos of me that was hanging on the wall, but he didn’t say anything.

I played the good host and made tea and offered it to everyone and I made sure that my back was to John and Mark as I bent to give Mary and Dylan their tea. Dylan later told me that his dad’s eyes opened wide for a couple of seconds before a big grin appeared on his face.

I sat on Dylan’s lap as we talked and I could feel Dylan’s hard cock pressing on my bare butt. I just hoped that I wasn’t leaving a wet patch on his jeans.

“Haven’t you opened all the wedding presents?” Mary asked as she pointed to the pile of unopened gifts.

“No, not yet.” Dylan replied, “too many other things to do.”

“Hmm,” John replied, “I can see that.”

John was looking at me when he said that and I saw that his eyes were looking at my legs which were bare right up the top of my thighs. He was at the right angle and I wondered if he could see my bald pubis and maybe my slit and clit.

Inevitably, the conversation got around to the wedding reception and both Mary and Mark said that they were disappointed when my mother started to throw a wobbler about some of the guests making out. I apologised for her but Mary told me that I shouldn’t apologise for my parents and that it was obvious that I wasn’t at all like my mother.

“Ain’t that the truth.” John added, “I thought that you were a bit of a religious nutter Esther but I can see now you are nothing like your mother.”

“John,” Mary said, “you have to learn to be a bit more tactful.”

“That’s okay Mary,” I replied. “John’s right and I have Dylan to thank for helping me to change.”

“Yes, you’ve certainly done that Esther,” Mark added.

“You know Esther,” Mary said, “when Mark and I were your age we used to run around without any clothes on.”

“MOTHER!” John replied, “too much information, way too much.”

Everyone except John started laughing.


“I even got close to being arrested for public indecency one time when Mark dared me to streak a football match. That used to happen a lot when we were your age Esther. I only got away with it because Mark was waiting at the other side of the pitch with my coat and shoes and when the coppers got there I looked just like all the other girls there.

Not that I’m suggesting that you go streaking Esther, there are way too many cameras out there these days but I’m sure that you could find somewhere to run around naked it you wanted to. Just remember, it’s not what you are, or are not wearing, it’s how you hold yourself that matters. You’d be surprised how much you can get away with if you are acting as if you doing nothing wrong.”

“Mother,” John said, “Esther is a devout Catholic and would never be so vulgar.”

I saw John’s eyes go to the big photograph on the wall then he continued,

“Well you have changed a lot Esther, maybe you would streak a football match.”

“John,” I replied, “my devotion to Catholicism was totally driven by my mother but she no longer rules my life, so yes I have changed but I doubt very much that I would streak a football match. As your mother says, way too many council and police cameras around these days.”

“But you would go naked on a beach wouldn’t you? That is you in the photograph isn’t it?”

John was pointing to the photograph on the wall and I saw that Mary and Mark had also turned to look at the photograph.

“I should have brought my glasses.” Mark said as he got up and went to get a better look at the photograph.”

After a few seconds Mark said,

“Looks like you’ve got a bit of competition Mary. I just knew that Esther had a great body underneath all those clothes.”

Mary, who was by then stood next to Mark, replied,

“Very nice my dear, I wish that my body was still like yours Esther. Don’t you go hiding it under all those old-fashioned clothes that you used to wear. Be proud of your body.”

“You’ve still got an amazing body Mary, for your age.”

“MUM, DAD, please, way too much information.” John said.

“Seriously Esther,” Mary said with a smile on her face, “You’re only young once, enjoy your body whilst you can.”

Dylan and I had also got to our feet and Dylan was stood behind me with his arms around my waist.

“Oh we are mother.” Dylan said. “Come and have a look at the other photographs that we’ve got hanging on the walls.”


As we all went to look at each photograph I actually blushed a little at the ones that showed my spread and wet pussy, but at the same time I was feeling proud of my body.

I got complimentary remarks from all my in-laws at each photo and by the time we all looked at he last one my shyness and embarrassment had gone.

After looking at all the hanging photos Dylan suggested that we go out the back and before I realised it, Dylan and Mark were discussing changes to the layout of the back garden. John was just looking around and when he saw the sun loungers he said,

“Is that where you do your naked sunbathing Esther?”

“Total lack of tact this one,” Mary said, “we’ve tried hard to educate him but he still lacks some of the basics.”

“Thanks mum. Is it Esther?”

“Yes John, I’ve sunbathed naked on that sun lounger.”

“Ignore him dear, he’ll learn one day.”

“That’s okay Mary, I’m sure that he means well.” I replied.

“Yes, I just wish that we could get him to put his brain in gear before he opens his mouth. So Esther, I’m really pleased that you have changed. I had been a little worried that you were going to turn Dylan into some sort of unenlightened, woke, prudish, maybe even religious nutter.”

“Well one of us has seen the light and it certainly wasn’t Dylan. In fact he’s been very supportive of the new me, even pushing me to do things that I wanted to do but didn’t think that I had the courage to do. He’s my rock.”

“It sounds like you tell each other everything, even your fantasies, that’s good Esther.”

“Yes we do, and Dylan is helping us realise all of them.”

“So Esther, now that you’ve stopped working what are you going to do with all your spare time?” Mary asked.

“I’m not sure yet, but exercise is going to take up quite a bit of my time, I’ve already started going to yoga sessions.” I replied wondering if I should have said that it was naked yoga.

“Jogging is good for keeping your legs and heart in shape and maybe you could get yourself a personal trainer, Dylan can afford to pay for one for you. In the summer months you could do your workouts out here.”

I had an immediate vision of me working out totally naked and the 2 voyeurs from next door spying on me. I felt a little wet rush.

“I might just do that Mary. It’s that big park just through those trees, maybe Dylan could cut an entrance at the bottom of the garden so that I can get straight into the park.”

“I’m sure that he could do that, he’s very resourceful.”


The rest of the conversations were not very interesting and my in-laws left with me feeling a lot happier than when my mother had left.

“So,” Dylan said as we walked back out the back to collect the glasses, “this is the sun lounger that you’ve been sunbathing naked on is it?”

“Yes it is, and it’s the one where you’ve been trying to turn my insides to jelly with that vibrator Dylan.”

“So how about you having some real, live meat inside you on that lounger my little nymphomaniac?”

My answer to that was to take me dress off leaving me totally naked on the back lawn in the middle of a Saturday afternoon. I didn’t even think about the possibility of one, or more, of the neighbours watching us.

Dylan dropped his shorts and we had a very animalistic fuck.


We opened the rest of the wedding gifts before having and early night, but again getting to sleep late.

*****

[VanessaEvans]

Getting Married Set Me Free
by Vanessa Evans

Part 5

Day 8 - Sunday

We had a lazy morning, not getting off the bed until it was time to get ready to go to Dylan’s boss’s annual barbecue.

I was unsure what I should wear so I phoned Lucy, her having gone to the barbecue the previous year.

“Just a nice, summer dress Esther, it’s an opportunity to tease the boss to, hopefully, get him to give your man a big pay rise and bonus.”

“So the more flesh he sees, the bigger the bonus?”

“That’s the theory, but there’s no way of telling if it works, none of the guys tell each other what they get. Oh, a little warning, Henry (the boss) gets a little handsy when Julia (Henry’s wife) isn’t around.”

“So an ultra-short, thin summer dress is the order of the day then Lucy?”

“If you want to help Dylan, yes.”

“Okay, I can do that. With a bit of luck I can get something out of it as well. Thanks Lucy.”

I chose to wear a loose fitting, slightly see-through micro dress that has a deep ‘V’ at both the front and back. If I lean forwards all of my tits can be seen by anyone in front of me and my bare butt can be seen by anyone behind me. I also chose a pair of 5 inch heels.

Just for a bit of fun, Dylan came up behind me and pushed the shoulder straps off my shoulders and the dress quickly slid off me and puddled on the floor leaving me naked.

“I hope that you’re not planning on doing that at your boss’s house.”

“I might, I know that you want me to do it. Besides, you bought that dress just so that I could do that didn’t you?”

“Maybe.”


I feared that since I was still not that used to wearing heels progress would be slow getting to Dylan’s boss’s house but Dylan phoned for a Uber. After he’d done that he told me that I could use his Uber account anytime that I wanted, but I was used to getting around on the Underground so I told him that I would continue to do that.

“You just want to flash your goodies and get groped don’t you Esther?”

“Well now that I’ve discovered the fun that I can have can you blame me?”

“Not at all, in fact some days you can get up when I do and come with me, I’ll stand near to, but not next to you, and we’ll see what happens.”

“That sounds fun, I might take you up on that lover.”


“You look amazing Esther.” Dylan said as we walked out to the Uber. “I didn’t realise how see-through that dress is. Have you ever thought of getting your nipples or clit hood pierced so that you can have jewellery or chains showing through the fabric?”

“No I haven’t, I’m not sure that I’d like piercings but I will think about it.”


We arrived at Dylan’s boss’s house at the same time as Lucy and Tom’s Uber arrived and as we walked to the door Tom said,

“That’s quite a daring dress Esther.”

Lucy saying,

“Love the dress Esther, where did you get it?”

“I’ll take you to the shop sometime Lucy.” I replied.


Both Henry and Julia (boss and wife) answered the doorbell and introductions were made. Henry saying,

“So you’re Esther, when Dylan was telling us about the girl that he was going to marry I imagined that he was going to marry a nun, and when I saw your honeymoon photographs I wondered if he had hired a call girls to pose for him, but they were genuine and here you are in the flesh so to speak, looking better than in the photographs.”

“You didn’t tell me about Dylan’s honeymoon photographs Henry.” Julia said.

“No I didn’t, but you can see the real thing now, she’s gorgeous isn’t she.?”

“Yes she is.” Julia replied, “I’m jealous.”

“Didn’t you say something similar to me when you first met me a year ago?” Lucy said.

“Did I? Well now we have 2 beauties married to my men.” Henry replied.


I was soon being introduced to all the other guests and it was obvious that most of Henry’s staff were young men and that they had younger wives or girlfriends. Also, most of the girls were wearing quite short and low-cut summer dresses. As we went round everyone I couldn’t help noticing that most of the summer dresses were made of thin fabric that if the girl was between me and the sun, I could see the shape of her body through it, and the bulges made by the girl’s nipples. On 3 of the girls I could see the shape of their inner labia lips hanging down, confirming that they weren’t wearing any knickers like, I suspected, most of the other girls there.

A thought crossed my mind, that Dylan would be happy that it was a warm, sunny day so that he could appreciate the scenery.


It was self-service for the drinks and Dylan got himself a beer and me a glass of wine, something that I’d never had before, then we started talking to the nearest group. It wasn’t long before the comments about the photographs and my slightly see-through dress started coming, all of which were complimentary, even from the girls there, and all of which made my nipples and clit tingle and my pussy get wet.

In a moment when the conversation was about Dylan’s work I reflected on how I had changed, and how different that barbecue was to the last one that I’d been to last year which was at my mother’s church. They didn’t even have any alcohol there.

I was released from my daydream by another girl there (Sue) who asked me if it was really true that until I got married I was a devout Catholic and dressed like I was one of the TV Walton girls.

“Well I don’t know what a Walton girl is but my clothes were horrible, my mother acts like it is still the 19th century and I’ve got Dylan to thank for getting me out of there.”

“You didn’t marry Dylan just to escape your mother did you?”

“No, no, it wasn’t like that at all. I love Dylan more than anyone can love someone, he’s amazing.”

“So are you rebelling against the clothes that you used to have to wear, I mean, you’ve gone from dressing like a Walton girl to wearing next to nothing, everyone can see that that dress is all that you are wearing.”

“No I’m not rebelling, with Dylan’s help I’ve realised that I really like dressing like this. Okay, I know that I accidentally flash my goodies occasionally but instead of feeling guilty about my body, Dylan has helped me to be proud of my body, and now I just love it when people say that I have an amazing body.”

“What’s that about you having an amazing body?” a male voice behind me said.

I turned and saw Henry standing there. He moved to my side and put a hand on my butt.

“Oh,” I replied as the hand slid up under my dress, “I was just telling Sue that Dylan has convinced me that all that Catholic guilt is rubbish and that it’s okay to be proud of my body.”

“Having seen the photographs I would say that my man Dylan has done a brilliant job with that. Let’s hope that we get to see the real thing later.” Henry replied as his hand gently rubbed my bare butt. “I mean we can already see most of it with you wearing that see-through dress Esther.”

Henry’s hand squeezed one of my bare butt cheeks and as I turned my head to look at him I could see that he was looking down the front of my dress.

“Henry, I can’t just get naked, what would everyone think, it just wouldn’t be right.”

“Maybe you could start a trend Esther, all you delightful girls get naked and we could call these barbecues a CMNF barbecue.”

“What’s CMNF?” I asked.

“Clothed Male Naked Female.” Sue replied and added, “I’m not sure that I could strip off.”

“It’s warm enough and private enough, so why not?” Henry asked.


Just then Julia shouted for Henry telling him that the barbecue needed his attention. That attention being that the food was ready to be served. People lined up and got a plate full then went looking for somewhere to sit and eat.

There was a sort of circle of chairs and the girls sat on the chairs with the guys sat at their feet on the grass. It was only when Dylan quietly said that he could see my wet pussy that I realised most of the guys could see up their girl’s skirt because they were sat with their plates on their laps. I opened my knees a little bit more so that Dylan could get a better look at my pussy.


Everyone eating, Henry and Julia came round offering more drinks. I watched Henry and saw that he was looking at each girl’s lap as he went round. When he got to Dylan and myself I think that the wine must have got to me a bit because I lifted my plate up to my chest and spread my knees even wider apart.

I saw Dylan smiling and Henry looking like he had won the lottery. I giggled.

“She’s only recently started drinking and never had wine before.” Dylan said, but not in a tone of apology.

“That’s okay Dylan, I’ll put some dance music on in a bit and maybe she can dance it off. The alcohol I mean but if she wants to take the dress off that’s okay with me.”

Dylan said nothing, Henry walked to the next couple and I wondered what it would be like to dance naked with everyone there watching me.


When everyone had finished eating people started talking again and after a few minutes Henry called for silence then thanked everyone for coming and added a short motivation speech to his team. Just as that was ending Dylan stepped into the middle of everyone and said,

“Hey Ladies and Gentlemen, earlier, the boss had an idea that I’d like to hear everyone’s opinion on, he suggested that these barbecues should be CMNF barbecues. In case anyone doesn’t know what CMNF is it’s Clothed Male Naked Female. So everyone, what do you think of the idea?”

There was a deadly silence for a good few seconds then one of the girls said,

“You mean all of us girls have to take our clothes off?”

“Yes,” Dylan replied, “and to start the ball rolling I invite by bride to be the first girl to get naked. Esther, can yo come over here please?”

My jaw dropped and I looked round and saw that everyone’s eyes were on me. I felt my face go all red, my nipples and clit get as hard as they could. And my pussy start leaking.

“Oh my gawd, Dylan’s dropped me in it, I really love that guy.” I thought as I walked over to where Dylan was.

“Need any help Esther?” Henry asked.

“I think that I can manage.” I replied, but Dylan said,

“Okay Henry, I think that Esther would appreciate that.”

Before I realised what was happening, Henry was stood in front of me with his hands on my shoulders.

“Just slide the shoulder straps off boss.” Dylan said.

Henry was staring into my eyes as his hands slowly slid the straps of my dress outwards. In Henry’s eyes I could see that look of lust that Dylan gets when he’s about to fuck me.

I felt the dress start to slide down my body and 2 seconds later it was puddled at my feet leaving me wearing only my heels. Henry took a step back and so did I, completely out of the dress as I heard a couple of gasps from female voices.

“My, my,” Henry quietly said, “so much better than the photographs. I love that you are bald down there, do you laser it?”

“Thank you Henry.” I replied, not answering the question.

“Do a twirl and show everyone.” Henry loudly said.

I did, and as my eyes passed Dylan’s I could see an expression of pride and lust. I could also feel my nipples and clit throbbing, I so wanted Dylan to fuck me.

Back facing Henry, Dylan said,

“Okay ladies, who’s next?”

There was deadly silence for a few seconds before Lucy made the first move, her hands going to her back to unzip her dress. Then another girl took her top off revealing that she was braless. Before long all the girls, except Julia, were taking all their clothes off. I wondered just how many of the girls were only getting naked in the hope that their man would get a big pay rise or bonus, of if they were actually like me, enjoying exposing their naked bodies to their man’s work colleagues.

Once all the girls were naked, Henry turned to look at Julia and said,

“You’re turn Julia.”

“No, no, no; no chance, no one wants to see my old body.” Julia replied.

I guessed that Henry had no leverage over Julia as he didn’t pursue the matter.

Most of the girls were making half-hearted attempts to cover their tits and pussies, unlike Lucy and I. Lucy was obviously as proud of her body as I was of mine.

“Okay let’s get the party going again.” Henry shouted as he walked to where the sound system was.

Lucy came over to me and said,

“Let’s dance.”

I’d never had any real chances to dance anywhere other than my bedroom, only watch YouTube videos when my mother was out, so I wasn’t very relaxed or good at it so I sort of copied what Lucy was doing. Soon, quite a few of the other girls had started dancing and some of the guys as well.

Unsurprisingly, Henry wanted to dance with most of the girls, and his version of dancing included physical contact. When he got to me he tried to dance the old fashioned way, holding my hand at arms length and putting the other arm round my waist, only he must have thought that my waist was much lower that it actually was and his hand was squeezing one of my butt cheeks.

Then he pulled me close so that my little tits were on his chest and his hips were almost touching mine. I could feel his hard cock pressing on my stomach and I wondered what it would feel like if he wasn’t wearing any trousers.

Julia came and saved me by telling Henry to,

“Leave the poor girl alone, I’m sure that she’d rather dance with her new husband.”

Henry moved on to another girl that was near me.

“Thanks Julia.” I said as Dylan moved in front of me and put his arms on my shoulders.

“You okay Esther?” Dylan asked.

“Yes, I am. I love you and hate you for getting me to strip like that but it is nice being naked with all your work colleagues around me. Although for one second I thought that Henry was going to lift me up and lower me onto his cock like you do, but Julia turned up just at the right moment.”

“Good, I don’t think that I want my boss to fuck you.”

“But you wouldn’t mind if your workmates did?” I asked.

“No I wouldn’t mind, just so long as I could watch, but it’s up to you, not me, would you like them to fuck you Esther.”

“Well I’ve only ever had one man’s cock inside me so I think that I would like to sample a few others, but it’s not going to happen, is it?”

“Doubtful, maybe Tom.”

“I’d like that, he makes a nice sized tent in his trousers, but it’s not as big as your marque.”

“You say all the right things Esther.”


We danced and I preferred the slow ones so that I could press my naked body against Dylan and feel his boner.


After the dancing had gone on for an hour or so, the music stopped and Henry said,

“Well everyone, just about all of you have seen the photos of our latest married couple’s honeymoon and you’re all looking at the amazing Esther in all her glory right now, but the big question is, how has getting married changed them? Esther, how has getting married changed you?”

“Wow,” I replied, “where do I start. Lets just say that with Dylan’s help I’ve done so many things for the first time that I’d need a supermarket till roll to write them all down.”

“Okay Esther, just tell us the biggest 2 things.”

“Okay, well I guess the best thing is sex. I was a virgin when I got married.”

“Poor you Esther, sex is amazing isn’t it and I bet that you are catching up quickly. What about the second thing?”

“I guess that it’s being able to be naked in places that people don’t usually get naked. We found that nude beach that you’ve seen in the photos and I really enjoyed my time there with all the men looking at me.”

“Well I’m happy that I suggested a CMNF barbecue.” Henry said, “How about you Dylan, what 2 things are you really enjoying about married life?”

Dylan put his arm round me and replied,

“Well, I don’t think that I need to tell you the first thing, just look at this body. Esther has discovered that she loves it and is proud of it and I love it too and I am proud of it for her, I really have trouble keeping my hands off it.

“I guess that the second thing is the way that Esther has changed. As most of you know her mother is a devout Catholic living in the 19th century and that is how she raised Esther, but look at her now. What more could any man ask from his bride?

“Oh, there’s a third thing, we’ve discovered that Esther really enjoys being spanked. She’s one of those lucky girls that spanking makes her cum, not that she’s been short of orgasms since we got married.”

“Wow Dylan,” Henry said, “that’s one hell of a confession, perhaps you could put on a demonstration of that?”

“Noooo,” I said, but Henry ignored me and responded to the cheering, or just his perverted mind, he said,

“I’ll get you a chair.”

“Actually boss, would you mind if we used that table over there, the one that had the food on it?”

“Sure, 2 of you guys go and get it and put it in the middle here. This could be very interesting.”

I was extremely nervous and actually shaking a bit as I watched and waited, but at the same time the throbbing and tingling was almost making me cum.

Once the table was in the middle of everyone Dylan told me to get on my back on the table. I was still quaking as I got on and lay there with my knees tightly together. I looked down at my chest and got reminded that when I’m on my back my tiny tits seem to disappear leaving just 2 hard nipples sticking out of it.

“Okay Esther,” Dylan said, “you are going to be spanked in a position that is new to you, please lift your legs, grab your ankles and push your legs as far apart as you can.”

I gulped some saliva down as I realised that I was going to be spread as wide as when those guys on the nude beach lifted me up and pulled my legs apart so that they could take loads of photos, but I did as instructed and heard a couple of female gasps.

“Good girl Esther,” Henry loudly said then continued in a softer voice,

“I totally agree with Dylan, you do have an amazing body and your pussy is beyond perfect, I can see why you are proud of it and want the whole world to see it.”

I felt my face get a darker shade of red.

“Over to you Dylan.” Henry said and I braced myself for what I knew was coming but then Dylan started talking again. I cursed, wondering if he was deliberately extending the time that I was spread wide open.

“With your permission boss, I’d like to open up the spanking to everyone here, say 5 spanks each, no, better make that just 1 spank each, I don’t think that Esther would last long enough for everyone to give her 5. Please guys, everyone who wants to spank my gorgeous wife’s bare butt make a line, and I don’t want to have to take Esther to A&E just go home with at smarting and very red butt, so don’t be too brutal with her.”

“Excellent idea Dylan, shall I go first?”

“Yes sir, be my guest.”

As I waited for the first swat to land I was both cursing and thanking Dylan in my brain. I didn’t know how long I would last but I just knew that it was going to be a very intense one when it arrived. I looked at Henry and saw that he was staring at my spread pussy. I closed my eyes as I saw hm raise his hand.

SWAT

“Ouch, one, thank you sir.”

Thankfully, it hadn’t been that hard and I relaxed just a little.

“Impressive Esther, have you been reading some BDSM magazines?”

I hadn’t a clue what he was on about so I just lay there holding my legs far apart.

Henry moved out of the way and one of the other guys moved close. Again I watched him staring at my pussy until his arm went up.

SWAT

“Two, thank you sir.”

I opened my eyes and looked down my front and saw my clit pointing to the sky and it looked big. Then I looked up and saw another one of Dylan’s colleagues staring down at my spread pussy.

Again I closed my eyes when his arm went up.

SWAT

“Three, thank you sir.”

On it went until 9 of Dylan’s colleagues had landed a spank on my butt and I opened my eyes to see who was next. It was my turn to do a double-take as I saw Lucy looking down at my pussy.

“Jeez Esther, your pussy wasn’t that swollen and wet when we were doing yoga.”

I didn’t get the chance to reply as Lucy’s right hand came down on my butt, and it was with more speed than any of the guys.

“Ten, thank you sir sorry ma’am.”

As Lucy moved away and the next guy moved in for his turn I heard Henry ask Lucy about the yoga. She shut him down by saying that they were private, ladies only sessions.

Two more guys and 3 more girls spanked me before it was time for Henry’s second turn. By then my butt was getting quite numb and my arousal level was quickly rising. As Henry was looking down at my pussy, or my red butt, or both, I heard Dylan say,

“A little harder this time Henry.”

Henry’s version of a little harder was a lot, lot harder and when it landed I said,

“Fuuuck that hurt,” I said as really strong ripples of electricity went from my butt to my clit, then up to my nipples.

“Oh shit, I’m cuuuuuummmming.” I managed to say.

My body started shaking and jerking and my hands gripped my legs like my life depended on it. I was also letting out a few swear words, something which was a first for me. I would have been grounded for a month and my mother would have immediately taken me to church to confess my sins if she had heard what I was saying at that moment.

When I finally started to return to normal I opened my eyes and saw Henry right in front of me and he was surrounded by everyone who could manage to see me. What’s more, Henry had a phone in his hand and was pointing the camera lens at my pussy. I wondered how long that had been there. Dylan was standing behind me and slowly stroking the side of my face.

Henry was the first to speak.

“You’ve got a real keeper there Dylan, you should have seen her pussy convulsions, it was like she was trying to suck in a cock. Oh wait, you’ve probably seen her doing that already but I’m sure that you’ll watch the video that I’ll email to everyone. You’re one lucky bastard Dylan.”

I let go of my legs and slowly got off the table, Dylan coming round it to make sure that I could stand unsupported.

“Okay folks,” Henry continued, “It’s time to wind up the barbecue but there will be a proper CMNF barbecue next summer so you ladies don’t have to worry about what to wear and I hope that some of our wonderful girls will put on some displays like young Esther just has. On behalf of everyone here I’d like to officially thank Dylan and his amazing new bride Esther.”

There was a round of applause and I stood there feeling a little embarrassed before all the girls, including me, started looking for our clothes. Then it was a polite thank you and good-byes to Henry and Julia who looked a little embarrassed.

Some people had phoned for a taxi or Uber and were hanging around at the front of the house, others, like Tom and Lucy, and Dylan and me, were walking to the nearest Underground station.


Once on the street Dylan asked me if I was okay.

“I’m worn out but very happy, I owe you big time for today Dylan, did you have any of that planned?”

“Nope, it was all spontaneous.”

“Well I hope that your brain keeps thinking as quick as it did today.”

“How does your butt feel?”

“On fire and sore.”

“I’ll rub some ice on it when we get home.”

“Thanks.”


“So Esther,” Tom said, “did you really enjoy being spanked, or was it just that you wanted everyone to see your pussy?”

“Both Tom.”

“You’re even more of an exhibitionist than Lucy is.”

“Not complaining are you Tom?” I asked.

“Hell no.”

“It looks like you’ve got yourself quite a party piece Esther.” Dylan said.

“What’s a party piece?” I asked.

“Something that someone does at most parties that they go to and sometimes at any public event.” Dylan answered.

“You aren’t seriously saying that you are going to strip me naked and spank me at every party that we go to Dylan?”

“No, not at all Esther, sometimes I’ll get other men to do it for me, you’ll enjoy that more than if it’s me spanking you won’t you? And sometimes I’m sure that you’ll just strip off without any prompting and ask men to spank you.”

“Oh my gawd, you are serious? I could never do that on my own.”

“Are you sure Esther?” Lucy asked.

“The question is Esther, you certainly enjoyed getting naked and getting spanked this afternoon, and don’t try to tell me that you didn’t, your dripping pussy and that orgasm told everyone that you did enjoy it, so do you want it to happen again?”

“No I don’t, well maybe, okay I enjoyed it, especially as you sort of forced me to do it, but I’m sure that there will be times that I really don’t want to be spanked.”

“Okay, I can understand that, how about we have a safe word or phrase that you can say that will stop things dead in their tracks.”

“That sounds good, a safety net.”

“Exactly, how about if you say ‘I’ll tell my mother,’ I will doing anything to you and change the subject straight away.”

“Ha, you know how to pick them Dylan Hargreaves, I never want to hear my mother’s name again so yes. I guess that that would be a good choice.”

“But you only say it if you REALLY mean it, none of these half-hearted objections that you don’t really mean.”

“So if I say ‘no’, you will ignore me and keep stripping or spanking me?”

“Yes, and we’ll extend that to finger fucking and any other sexual activity, and yes, the word ‘no’ can be just for the benefit of the people watching you and you will need to say ‘I’ll tell my mother’ for me to stop”

“Okay Dylan, did I ever tell you that I love you?”


By then we’d reached the Underground station and as we went down the escalator I turned and looked up to Lucy to ask if she was going to the yoga on Thursday, and I got an eyeful of her pussy. I knew that her dress was longer than mine and as I was asking her I realised just how good a view short skirts gave when the wearer is on an escalator. That thought made my pussy tingle and decided that I definitely would take Dylan up on his offer of taking me on the Underground at rush hour.

The train wasn’t very full and there was seats for all of us but I didn’t sit down, I stood next to Dylan and he put an arm round my leg that was nearest to him. He slid his hand up to my bare pussy and toyed with my clit as we all recalled events that had taken place that afternoon.

Lucy saw what Dylan was doing but she did nothing other than give me a knowing smile.


Tom and Lucy got off the train first and then I asked Dylan if he thought that he’d get a bigger bonus because of my spanking.

“I doubt it, but we’ll never know if my bonus is bigger than what the other guys get because we never talk about remunerations. For all I know this girls flashing Henry to increase the chances of their man getting a big bonus might just be a ploy put out by him to con all the guys into getting their girls to flash him.”

“The sneaky ………. “

“Yes he is, but you can’t deny that you enjoyed yourself can you?”

“No, it was amazing, I can’t wait for next year.”

Whilst Dylan was talking I was looking around and I saw a middle-aged man looking at me and I wondered if he could see what Dylan was doing to me. I’d spread my feet a bit to give Dylan better access and I guessed that my dress was only just covering my pussy, but maybe it had gone a bit higher and the man could see my bare pubis and slit.

Dylan didn’t make me cum before we had to get off the train, but he sure did leave me wanting him to fuck me and it didn’t help that the middle-aged man got off the train at the same station as us and he followed us up the escalator. Dylan had seen the man and he went up the escalator in front of me.


Back at home Dylan stood me in the shower and sprayed cold water on my butt. Then he dried me and then rubbed some moisturiser cream on it. I was laid on my stomach on the bed and as Dylan was rubbing the cream on I slowly spread my legs and I ended up with moisturiser cream all over, and inside my pussy. Dylan finger fucked me to another glorious orgasm before I went to sleep.

For the first time since near the start of our honeymoon, Dylan’s cock wasn’t inside me when I went to sleep.

*****

Day 10 - Tuesday

It wasn’t until the Tuesday morning that I again woke up to the feeling of Dylan’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy. The alarm had gone off early because I wanted to go on the Underground with Dylan. I’d set the alarm for 30 minutes earlier than normal to give us time for a proper fuck and shower which we combined into one.

I wore a denim skirt that the back only just covers my butt, and the front is a little shorter, just coming down to the top of my slit. I also wore a heavier top, but still one that affords a good view down the front from above, and a pair of 4 inch heels. I wanted to be a bit taller so that a tall guy could easily reach my butt.

It wasn’t a nice day, cooler and wetter than of late and we left home with one arm linked with Dylan’s and him holding an umbrella.


When I’d gone to school on the Underground I was going in the direction of outer London so the trains weren’t anywhere near as crowded as the ones going to central London, which is where Dylan works.

My fun started on the station platform where the crowd and the jostling actually surprised me. When the train arrived and everyone tried to get on at once I wondered if we’d actually get on, but somehow everyone did. Dylan and I ending up standing at the end of the carriage. Dylan was beside me, but as we had pre-arranged, we didn’t communicate.

I couldn’t get to anywhere where I could hang on to something but the density of the people meant that it was highly unlikely that I would end up on the floor.

It was the same for the people around me, we were just a mass of standing bodies pressing against each other.

As the train swayed from side to side so did the mass of people who only got the chance to shuffle their feet a centimetre at a time. Somehow, that didn’t quite apply to hands and I soon felt a hand on my hip, partially on my skirt and partially on my bare skin and I gasped a little at the contact.

It was on the other side to Dylan so I guessed that it wasn’t his hand.

From the other side of the carriage I heard a woman say,

“Get your hand off me you pervert.”

But no one said anything or did anything.

Within seconds the hand slowly started moving down and to my butt and squeezed it. After a few seconds of no reaction from me, the hand slid further down passed the hem of my skirt then back up under my skirt where it squeezed me again.

By then my arousal level was rising, my nipples and clit were tingling and my pussy was wet, which helped the hand for it’s next move that was to slide between my legs along my slit,

The train stopped at a station but no one at my end of the carriage moved, I guessed that they were all going to central London.

As the train started to move again, so did the hand. It slid back and forwards, catching my clit each time it moved forwards.

I think that I must have moaned a little because the man in front of me turned his head and looked at me, then he looked down and I knew that he could see down my top and most of my little tits.

The fingers between my legs were still moving back and forwards and I knew that if it went on for much longer I’d cum on that train.

Unfortunately, the train started slowing and seconds later it stopped at another station. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned my head to see Dylan looking at me and nodding to tell me that it was time to get off the train.

“Damn.” I thought, “just when I was getting close.”

Half the occupants of the train got off at that stop and headed for the escalators up. Dylan managed to get a hold of one of my hands and we ended up going up the escalator with me on a step above him.

A hand appeared between my legs again and flicked my clit a couple of times. This time I knew that it could only be Dylan.

At ground level we walked out onto the street and Dylan led me in the direction of his office block.

“Does that happen every day?” I asked Dylan.

“No, but I usually get into a position where I can watch the girls and I can tell from their expressions if someone is groping them. I take it that you got groped Esther?”

“I did, but I didn’t cum, close but not over the edge.”

“Shame, put the Lush in this afternoon and I’ll see if I can do something about that.”

We got to Dylan’s office block, kissed and I turned to go somewhere where I could get a cup of coffee and decide what I was going to do that day.

I found a coffee shop, got one and sat outside. It had stopped raining but was still cool and cloudy.

“Ah, back to typical British weather.” I thought.

I’d sat and not crossed my legs, showing a lot of thigh skin, and probably lower stomach and pussy skin, but I wasn’t expecting anyone to notice and most Londoners go around with blinkers on. I also wasn’t expecting many tourists to be around that early and I was surprised by a young Japanese couple who stopped in front of me. They were talking to each other in Japanese but they were also looking at me.

“Go on, have a good look.” I said to myself as I opened my knees a bit.

After more Japanese talk the finally moved on leaving me to wonder if I was going to head back home or do some window shopping. Since I’d got married I’d discovered that I could look at nice clothes and that there was a good chance that I could get them, whereas before being married I’d given up on looking because I knew that there was no chance of my mother ever buying any of the nice clothes that I saw in shop windows.


I’m not sure how I got there, but I found myself outside the Young Ladies Fashion Emporium looking at some of the amazing clothes on the mannequins in the window. One of the mannequins looked a bit different to the others, more life-like, and it was wearing, well next to nothing, just a pair of fabric-less knickers. I realised that the mannequin had a slit and a clit that were uncovered.

Then the mannequin’s leg moved a little and I stepped back in almost shock.

“What the!?” I said to myself and decided to go into the shop to find out what was going on.

Bethany greeted me with a hug and I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my little tits. She was wearing a totally see-through dress, with nothing under it, that I was sure that I’d seen hanging on a rack the last time that I was there.

“Well Esther, you’ve come here on just the right day.” Bethany said, “I’ve got a photographer cum cameraman here to take some photos of some new lines that I’m selling. The the model also wants to be videoed masturbating so that the video can be posted on my other website. How do you fancy joining Emma and doing a double shoot?”

“Hmm, that should cheer me up a little. You said something about another girl called Emma, hasn’t she arrived yet?” I replied as I looked around the shop and the parts of the back of the shop that I could see. The only other person that I could see was a young man in the back doing something with some lights.

“EMMA,” Bethany loudly said, “come and meet the other girl in the shoot.”

I was a bit puzzled then very surprised as the nearly naked mannequin from the window came to life and came over to Bethany and I.

“Esther, Emma; Emma, Esther. We now have a double shoot.”

Emma and I both said hello then Bethany took us to the back of the shop where she introduced me to Tim, the photographer cum video cameraman. I noted that Tim looked me up and down before Bethany said,

“Down boy, Esther is married.”

“Well girls,” Tim said, “now that there’s 2 of you each of you can put on each item and then we can see what suits each of you to get the best photos for the website.”

Emma and I went to the table with the clothes on and we each chose an outfit. Emma’s choice was a dress that was ultra short and very low-cut. Mine was a skirt and top, both see-through. I watched as Tim talked Emma through various poses, including some with her legs spread wide. I could see all of her bald pussy so I guessed that Tim’s camera could as well.

“Okay, thanks Emma, Esther, you’re on.” Tim said without even turning to look at me.

When Tim looked up at me he said,

“Hmm, I guess that that top does go with that skirt, okay lets start.”

Tim talked me through a few poses then said,

“Good Esther, take the top off please.”

Although I was expecting to have my tits and pussy exposed I wasn’t expecting to have to be topless for the photos and I wondered if the photos of me topless would end up on Bethany’s website.

“Nice breasts Esther, can you tweak your nipples please?”

I did and Tim started taking photographs. When he was done he said,

“That was good Esther, now can you put the top back on and take the skirt off please?”

“Maybe I’m going to be on Bethany’s website bottomless as well?” I thought as I did as instructed.

Again Tim talked me through different poses, and like Emma, some were with my legs spread quite wide.

By the time Tim had finished with me Emma was in another outfit and waiting.


On it went for the next hour or so until both Emma and I had modelled all the outfits. I was the last and when Tim told me that he had finished I took the last dress off leaving me as naked as Emma still was. Bethany appeared with 4 takeaway coffees and the 2 fully naked girls, one barely dressed and probably not legally dressed girl, and one fully clothed man sat around drinking coffee and talking.

When the paper coffee cups were empty Tim said,

“Okay Emma, give me a couple of minutes to setup the video cameras then I’ll be ready for you. Esther, have you decided if you want to make a similar video, looking like you do I’m sure that you’ll make quite a bit of money from it being on Bethany’s porn website.”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “I’ve never made a porn video before.”

“Neither had I until I met Bethany,” Emma said. “You’re obviously comfortable being naked with Tim here, just pretend that the cameraman is actually your husband, that you’re putting on a show for him. You have made yourself cum for him haven’t you?”

“Well yes, of course I have but.”

“Good, then look at the camera and imagine that it’s your husband holding it. Tell you what, watch me then make a decision.”

“That’s not much of a background for a porn movie.” I said, “the ones that I’ve seen are usually on a bed or a sofa.”

“First time I take it Esther?” Tim asked.

“Yes.”

“On my computer I can extract everything that isn’t green and superimpose it on any image that I want so I can put you on a tropical beach or a bed or a park, whatever goes with the position that your body is in.”

“Clever stuff Tim, did you learn that at university?”

“How to do it, yes.”

By then Tim was ready with his camera and Bethany had put a green pillow and blanket on the floor. Emma lay down on the blanket and had told Tim that she was ready.

I’d never really watched a girl bringing herself off before, only guys doing it for the girl so it seemed a bit strange watching Emma but that feeling didn’t last for long as Emma started exploring her pussy and nipples just like I used to do before I got married, although whenever I did it it was under my bedding and with my nightie stuffed in my mouth. If my mother ever heard or caught me I’d be grounded for months and have to say hundreds of Hail Marys.

Emma wasn’t doing anything that I don’t do to myself to start off with but as she got more aroused she started finger fucking herself with her right hand whilst the fingers of her left hand furiously rubbed her clit.

When I say finger fucked herself I mean ‘fingers’ fucking herself because she went from 1 finger to 2, then 3, and finally 4 fingers. I don’t think that Dylan has ever had 4 fingers inside me. What’s more Emma was quite vocal with moans, whimpers, grunts and gasps. I was impressed by the effort that Emma was putting into the task.

When Emma finally reached her peak I looked over to the main shop area to see if there was anyone there, and if there was, what were they thinking about all the sounds of pleasure. I didn’t see anyone in the main shop area.

“Wow Emma, that was the best that I’ve ever seen, the real McCoy I assume?” Tim asked when Emma looked like she was returning to normal.

“You know that I never fake it Tim.” Emma replied.

“Yes, that’s one of the things that I like about you and Bethany.” Tim replied.

“I must get around to looking at both of Bethany’s websites.” I thought as I nervously decided that I was going put on a show.

“So Esther,” Bethany asked, “do you want to have some fun and earn some money?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure, I’ve never really performed for anyone before?”

“Hey, you were telling me earlier that you got spanked the other day by your husband’s boss and work colleagues, that’s not much different.” Bethany said.

“You think so? Okay, I’ll give it a go.”

“Just relax Esther, close your eyes and imagine that it’s your boyfriend’s fingers on you.” Emma said.

Tim went back to his camera then told me to get on the green stuff and to start whenever I wanted. I did, I got myself comfortable, closed my eyes and started to remember the last time that Dylan had had his fingers inside me.

I smiled as images of Dylan fucking me with his fingers came into my head and I realised that my left hand had moved to my right tit and my right hand was slowly rubbing my clit, my legs having spread wide without me even realising it.

It didn’t take long for me to forget what was around me and to concentrate on my clit and hole and I jilled myself to an orgasm but it wasn’t a really satisfying one. When I was able, I said,

“I don’t think that I was very good at that Bethany.”

“You made yourself cum didn’t you Esther?” Tim asked.

“Yeah, I didn’t fake it but I just didn’t feel that it was my best one.”

“Esther, would you like Tim to finger fuck you,” Bethany said, “he’s really good at it.”

“Yeah, you’ve had lots of practise at it haven’t you Tim?” Emma added.

I was silent for a few seconds as I thought about what Dylan would say, would he be okay with a stranger finger fucking me and it being videoed? It wasn’t like it was proper fucking. I decided that Dylan would probably be okay with it if he could see it. Live wasn’t an option so I asked Tim if he could give me a copy of the video on a memory stick.

“Sure, no problem, and I can give you to a copy of everything that I’ve recorded today if that’s okay with Bethany.”

“Of course it is.” Bethany replied.

Everything agreed, I got back down and spread my legs as Tim started his camera recording again then came and knelt next to me.

Tim’s left hand went to my right tit and his right hand went to my pussy and as both his hands touch me at the same time I gasped at the contact.

“Nice.” Tim said as his fingers got to work on me.

“Oh my gawd, I thought that Dylan was good with his fingers but Tim was magic. I quickly started whimpering, gasping and goodness knows what else. It wasn’t so much as what he was doing to my clit, it was what his fingers were doing inside me. He quickly found my G-spot, which Dylan is also good at finding, and started driving me crazy. I think that he was only fucking me with his middle 2 fingers because I could feel something rubbing the lower part of my butt, in time with his fingers going in and out of me. He was also pressing down just above my pubic bone with his thumb.

Somehow, I realised that my butt was up, off the floor as his fingers, and hand, were fucking me so hard and fast that I was going deleterious. If someone had asked me something I wouldn’t have even heard them, never mind be capable of answering them. My body had gone into some sort of automatic, sex driven, semi conscious trance. My brain could think of nothing other than what was happening to my pussy and the effect that it was having on me, which was one looooong orgasm that was so intense that if I’d been able to think about I would have thought that I’d died and gone to heaven.

I have no ideas what noises I was making.

On and on it went, it seemed like hours before Tim finally slowed down and my butt dropped to the floor.

I slowly started to return to normal but I kept having little after-shock orgasms and short fits of giggling. I just couldn’t think straight.

Eventually I managed to say something,

“What the fuck did you just do to me Tim?”

“I told you that he was good.” Bethany said.

“Yeah, I can attest to that as well.” Emma added.

Tim was just smiling as he went to his camera and stopped it recording.

“Don’t rush to get up Esther,” Bethany said, which was a good job because I had another little aftershock orgasm.

“Oh my gawd, that was beyond awesome. I said after a minute or so.

I started to get up and Bethany put out her arm to help me.

“How often do you want me to come and do some modelling for you Bethany?” I asked, “and will Tim be the photographer?”

“I’ve got your number Esther, I’ll phone you when I need you.”

“Do you rent Tim out Bethany? I’ve got a friend who would love to go through what I just have.”

“Is she half as good looking as you Esther?” Bethany asked.

“She is, but her tits are bigger than mine.”

“How big?”

“’A’ or ‘B’ maybe.”

“Good, I don’t really cater for women with huge tits. If this friend is anything like you Esther, bring her in and I’ll see what I can arrange.”

“Thanks.”

Emma and I put our clothes on then Emma left saying something about having to get back to work. Bethany and I talked for a while until Tim came from the back with his cameras and laptop. Before he left he gave me a memory stick. I couldn’t wait to view the videos with Dylan next to me.

Bethany and I chatted a bit more until a customer arrived then I left and headed for home. I was still feeling quite horny so I sat very lazily on the train which appeared to please the young man sat opposite me. I didn’t think about where I sat, just went to the seats along the sides of the carriage like I always do.


At home I really wanted to watch the videos but somehow I managed to wait until Dylan got home.

As soon as he came through the door I jumped up on him and said,

“Dylan, I’ve got some videos to show you of what I’ve been doing today. I really do hope that you won’t be mad with me when you see them.”

“Can it wait until we’ve eaten, I’m starving.”

I reluctantly agreed but when we did watch them Dylan had a really hard cock and he stopped the video of Tim fingering me and got me to ride him reverse cowboy as we watched the rest of it.

“Is that that Bethany’s girl’s shop, and who was the guy?”

“Yes, apparently Tim is a friend of Bethany who photographs all the products that Bethany gets a model to wear for one of her websites. The finger fucking videos are for her other website. Are you mad at me for making those videos Dylan?”

“Hell no, you can make as many of those as you want. Do you know the web address of that Bethany’s websites?”

“I’ve got them somewhere, I’ll go and get them.”

“Not right now, you’re not going anywhere for quite some time.”


Dylan still managed to be hard when we went to bed and I went to sleep with him still inside me.

*****

Day 11 - Wednesday

The alarm went off early again and we had a good fuck. As we were doing that Dylan asked me if he’d like him to finger me like Tim had.

“Hell yes, can we practise every day until you can make me go crazy like Tim did?”

“Try and stop me, but let’s start tonight because I have to get to work.”


Just as Dylan was leaving to go to work I said,

“Can you remember to drive me crazy with my Lush today please?”

“Sugar, I was quite busy yesterday afternoon and I forgot, sorry.”

“I forgive you stud. Go or you’ll be late.”


Dylan did remember, the Lush coming on whilst I was doing some washing. The rest of the day wasn’t very exciting, until Dylan got home and we’d eaten.

“Right then Esther, get a towel and put it in the bed, I’m going to have a go at driving you mental like that Tim bloke did. Don’t expect me to be as good as him because I’m sure that he’s had lots of practise.”

“I’m sure that you will be amazing lover.”

Dylan was good and I reached that state of absolutely no control over myself quite soon, and I did have a couple of after-shock mini orgasms after Dylan had stopped. Part of the problem was that Dylan was being kind and gentle with me, and kissing me a lot, whereas Tim was almost a stranger and he certainly wasn’t gentle as his fingers rammed into me over and over.

I explained this to Dylan and his reply was,

“So you want me to get lots of unknown men and tell them to finger fuck you very roughly?”

“Well no, yes, oh I don’t know, maybe we should settle all the arguments that we may sometime have by you doing that to me, You can get rid of all your frustration and annoyance by finger fucking me as hard as it takes for you to get over whatever we were arguing about.”

“I’ll remember that Esther, and if it’s you that is all mad I’ll push you onto the bed and finger fuck you as hard as I can until you forgive me and just want me to fuck you properly.”

“I like that idea but we’re never going to argue are we?”

“I’m sure that we will sometime Esther.”


We had another wonderful love-making session before we went to sleep.

*****

Day 12 Thursday

Naked yoga day and I’d been looking forward to it all day. I wore my Lush as I did things around the house and Dylan did remember to switch it on for a good hour or so. By the time he had switched it off I wondered what I would be like if he forgot to switch it off and it kept driving me crazy until he got home. Then I shot down that idea when I remembered that I could just pull it out.


Dylan and I met Lucy and Tom near the sports hall then Lucy and I went in. I was a bit (a lot actually) surprised when a young man came in and apologised because his girlfriend, Amber, wasn’t well and that he, James, would be running the class. I was expecting some of the girls to say that they weren’t staying but everyone stayed. But I was disappointed that James didn’t strip naked like all us girls, he kept some shorts and a T-shirt on.

The other thing was that James spent a lot more time going round the class to give them advise on how to improve their positions. This meant that he was very close to naked females, in very revealing poses, quite a lot of the time. My pussy was a lot wetter throughout the lesson than it had been the previous week.

At the end of the lesson James came over to me and told me that I needed to start paying for the lessons. It was before Lucy or I had started to get dressed so James was talking to the naked me and the naked Lucy was by my side.
James went through the costs and payment options whilst Lucy and I just stood there. There was no way that I wasn’t going to stop going so I decided to pay with the credit card that Dylan had given me. I bent over with my back to James to go into my bag and rummaged through it, taking my time looking for it. When I handed it to James he had to feed it through his handheld machine and that was playing-up. It took James 4 attempts before the payment finally went through.

After James left us I said to Lucy,

“You could have got dressed you know.”

“So could you whilst you were waiting for the payment to go through. I guess that we are both exhibitionists.” Lucy replied.

“Talking of which, when are we going to that clothes shop, I know that you want to show off that cute body of yours Lucy, and I want you to meet the owner because you might be able to get into porno movies.

“What!?”

“Oh it’s just soft porn. I’m guessing that Dylan has told Tom about the guy with the magic fingers?”

“He did, and obviously, Tom told me. I’d like to meet that Tim guy.”

“He doesn’t work at the shop, just comes in to take photographs and make videos as and when needed.”

“But you do get naked in the main part of the shop with other customers around?” Lucy asked

“Yes, there are no changing rooms.”

“Is it open on Sundays?” Lucy asked.

“I believe so.”

“So what are you doing this Sunday? Are you and Dylan staying over after the party?”

“I don’t know, Dylan hasn’t said anything but I guess that it makes sense, if there’s somewhere for us to sleep.”

“I’m sure that we can sort something out. Then on Sunday can we go to that dress shop?”

“Sure, why not.”


By that time we’d put some clothes on, gone to the ladies changing room and were in the shower. Forty-five minutes later we were walking into the pub looking for Dylan and Tom.

When we told them about James Tom said,

“Lucky bastard, maybe I should get a job as a yoga teacher.”

“Is my body not good enough for you Tom?” Lucy asked.

“That’s not what I meant, of course your body is good enough for me Lucy, it’s truly amazing and I love every square centimetre of it, it just that we men like looking at naked women, it’s part of our DNA. Anyway, you can’t tell me that you girls wouldn’t perv on naked men if you had the chance.”

“Okay, you got me there Tom.”

I giggled a little.

“Talking of girls perving on men Dylan,” Tom said, “Rugby training starts next week, are you wanting to be in the team this coming season Dylan?”

“That depends on my better half?” Dylan replied looking at me.

“Me!? You don’t need to ask me Dylan. You seemed to enjoy it last season so why would I object? Anyway, I may be able to sneak into the men’s changing room and perv on the whole team as they shower.”

“You’ll need to be careful if you’re planning on doing that Esther.” Tom said, “If you get caught you’ll have the whole team wanting to fuck you before they let you out.”

“Hmm,” Lucy replied, “that sounds like fun.”


Then we talked about the party. Tom and Lucy said that we could sleep there after the party and told us that they could provide blankets and pillows.

“Good,” Lucy said, “Esther and I are going clothes shopping on Sunday. You guys can tag along if you want, we’re going to that dress shop that doesn’t have any changing rooms so if you come you may be able to perv on other naked girls.”

I saw both Dylan and Tom smiling before Dylan said,

“What’s wrong with that? We all know that girls like being naked in front of guys, it’s perfectly natural, part of your DNA.”

I was about to say something but I realised that Dylan was right, I do like being naked in front of men.


Then we talked about the party that Dylan and I were planning on having the following Saturday. Dylan suggested that it be a fancy dress party and all of us came up with suggestion of what we could dress up as. Just as I started to make some suggestion Dylan told me not to worry about what I was going to wear, that he’d got my outfit sorted already.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Not telling you until 2 hours before the party starts.

“You’re not going to get me a sexy schoolgirl or nurse outfit are you Dylan?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ll try and extract that information from you when we get home.”

“The only thing that you’ll extract from me will be white and creamy Esther.”

“And no doubt you will give me lots of that and I’ll want to swallow it Dylan.”

“That depends upon how you go about extracting it from me Esther.”

“I think that it’s time that we headed for home before these 2 start something here in the pub.” Tom said.

I giggled a bit and we all go up to go home.


I tried again to find out what outfit Dylan was going to get me to wear for our fancy dress party when I was riding him in bed, and I tried again when I was using my mouth to bring him back to life ready for us to go to sleep with him inside me, but he wouldn’t tell me.

*****

[VanessaEvans]

Getting Married Set Me Free
by Vanessa Evans

Part 6

Day 14 – Saturday

The supermarket delivery driver didn’t look that surprised when I opened the front door totally naked. It was a different guy, younger, and I think that word must have got around. Dylan was in the kitchen and he finger tested me each time that I brought a basket of groceries in. Dylan said that I got a little wetter each time.


To Tom and Lucy’s party I chose to wear a very short turquoise, tight, lycra tube skirt. When I tried it on in the shop it started riding up just as soon as I moved. With it I wore a matching silky camisole top with spaghetti straps. Dylan told me that my legs looked amazing in that skirt and my highest heels.

My journey to the pub nearest to Tom and Lucy’s place was very revealing. As I said, the skirt rides up even when I just move a leg or even bend a little. As we walked to the Underground station I had to tug the hem of the skirt down every time that I saw someone looking at me because it had ridden up exposing my slit and my clit which was rock hard and tingling all the time.

Going down the escalator with Dylan behind me, I ignored the man in front of me who kept turning his head and looking up at me. The train was less revealing because it was quite crowded and we had to stand. The up escalator was just as bad, or good, as the down one although I didn’t look back to see who was looking up at my butt.

When we got to the pub there was already a handful of people who we knew were going to the party, most of the either workmates of Dylan and Tom, or team mates from the rugby club. Half a dozen of the girls there had been at Dylan’s bosses barbecue so had been totally naked there like I was. We were all stood in a group and I soon forgot about my skirt.

Dylan started talking to his mates and I started talking to the girls that I’d met at the barbecue. Most of them were complaining about having to get naked and saying that they wouldn’t have done so if the possibility of a big bonus or pay rise for their men hadn’t of been possible. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that it was probably all a ruse by Henry just so that he could perv on their naked bodies.

One of the girls was very sympathetic to me about me being spanked, saying that she could never have done what I did, and that Dylan wasn’t a very good husband to let it happen.

I just said that I loved Dylan and would do anything for him, which was the truth.

The rest of the conversations weren’t very interesting other than most of the girls saying that they liked the outfits of the other girls. Two girls actually said that they liked my outfit. When that was said I discretely checked that my slit and clit weren’t on show.


After an hour or so everyone headed off to Lucy and Tom’s house. It was dark outside by then so I didn’t bother tugging the hem of the skirt down.

Lucy and Tom’s house was quite crowded when we got there with people standing around, drinking and talking in most rooms of the house and some were outside as well.

Dylan got me a glass of wine and we got talking to different groups of people. Dylan knew a lot more people than I did so I was forever getting introduced to people and most of the guys looked me up and down then told me that I looked great, or words to that effect. I wondered how much of that was because my nipples were trying to drill through my thin top and my legs were bare right up to, well maybe above my pussy, I didn’t bother checking.

I’d given up tugging the hem of my skirt down because I didn’t think that people standing close to me could see my slit and clit.

Dylan’s beer and my wine were going down well and we retreated to the kitchen to fill up. Whilst I was pouring my wine Dylan put an arm round me and it slid down to my butt as he told me that he loved me. He found my butt cheeks before I thought that he should have and I asked Dylan to tug my hem down.

“Hey Esther, I thought that you liked people seeing your butt?”

“I do, but I’m not sure that this is the right place for it.”

“It’s the perfect place for it, no one here will complain and now that you know, enjoy your display.”

Dylan squeezed my butt then picked up a fresh bottle of beer and we went to the lounge. Before we got talking to someone else I said,

“Dylan, this party isn’t like any one that I’ve ever been to before, there’s no jelly or cakes and I’ve never been to a party where there was alcohol.”

“Well Esther, this is a party for normal adults not kids or religious freaks, relax, enjoy meeting people, have some more drinks and enjoy yourself.”

“I don’t want to get drunk Dylan.”

“I saw some soft drinks in the kitchen, you can change to them whenever you want..”

We were soon meeting and talking to other people. I got the impression that Dylan knew most of the guys there, probably through his and Tom’s workplace and from the rugby club.

Dylan’s beer didn’t last long, and this time I went to the kitchen on my own to get a fresh bottle for him. At the same time I finished my wine and got myself a cola. Lucy was in the kitchen and we talked a little. I complimented her on her dress, which I actually liked although if it had been mine I would have had it shortened. Then Lucy said,

“You do know that everyone can see the bottom of your butt cheeks and your slit Esther?”

“I guessed as much but I deliberately didn’t check it.”

“Naughty girl.” Lucy said and we both giggled a little.


Back with Dylan I seemed to be getting more compliments about my outfit and I realised that quite a few of the guys, including Dylan, were getting, shall we say ‘happy’. I’d heard about drunk people throwing-up when they drink too much and I hoped that Dylan wasn’t going to.


Someone turned the background music up and a few people started dancing. Lucy and I moved to the centre of the room and joined in. After a while Dylan and Tom came and joined us and soon, both pairs of guys hands were around their girl. Dylan’s finding my tits and teasing my nipples.

“You do know that your skirt is up and this guys sitting on the floor near our feet can see everything Esther?”

“I didn’t, but I don’t care.” I replied.

Then Dylan walked away from me and seconds later the music died and Dylan loudly said,

“Okay everyone, quite a few of you will have suspected that my wife isn’t wearing any underwear, but now I’m going to confirm that for all of you. Esther, come over here please.”

It was a very nervous and excited me that slowly walked over to Dylan. My 3 pointy bits were all rock hard and tingling like hell and I was sure that if I spread my legs I would be dripping on the carpet.

“Esther darling,” Dylan said, “would you be so kind as to prove to everyone here that you are naked under that skirt and top?”

“Dylan, I’m not doing that.” I said as I tugged at the hem of the skirt.

“Don’t be a spoilsport Esther, you know that you want to and I’m sure that everyone here wants to see you naked, isn’t that right everyone?”

Dylan was right, of course, and at least half of the people there started cheering and shouting things like,

“Take it off, take it off.”

I looked at Dylan’s face and I could see that look of lust that he gets so I decided to do as he asked.

“You strip me then Dylan, I replied

The cami was a loose fit and Dylan easily raised it up, me raising my arms to help him. The guys cheered louder and Dylan moved his hands to my waist and slid his thumbs under the top of the skirt.”

“Shall I?” Dylan asked as he held his thumbs there.

Unsurprisingly, all the guys were shouting at Dylan to tell him to get on with it and after a good few seconds my skirt descended until it got to my knees where Dylan let go of it. It was so tight that I had to shake my legs for it to drop to my ankles.

Dylan came round to my front and then lifted me up, my legs automatically wrapping round his waist.

“Are you going to fuck me Dylan Hargreaves?” I quietly asked.

“Not yet sexy.”

Dylan carried me over to the dining table and quite a few people rapidly cleared a space for me. Dylan put me onto the table and told me to lay back. I did, resting on my elbows so that I could see what Dylan was up to. Then Dylan turned and moved to my side, leaving me with my legs spread wide and my wet pussy on display for everyone to see.

“Right everyone,” Dylan said, “The other day Esther met a man who must be the world’s best at finger fucking. I wasn’t there at the time but I’ve seen the videos and Esther tells me that she was still cumming 5 minutes after he stopped. I’ve been practising after watching the videos, but the question is, who here is the best at finger fucking?”

I looked at Dylan in amazement and I just knew what was coming next. My jaw dropped, I felt my face and chest warm up, my nipples and clit start to throb and my whole body start tingling.

“You’re going to let some of these guys finger fuck me Dylan?” I asked.

“Do you want them to Esther?”

I quietly nodded my head.

“So,” Dylan continued, “who would like to try and send my wife into a sexual stupor?”

I don’t know if Dylan was expecting every guy there to shout that they wanted to try, but that’s what happened.

Dylan put his hand up asking for silence then said,

“Wow guys, I expected 1 or 2 but all 20 or so of you. I’m pretty sure that if you all had a go Esther would end up in hospital, or the morgue. So, which of the young ladies here would like to offer their services to help Esther, and of course themselves. There has got to be guys here that are pretty good at it.”

There was deadly silence for a few seconds and I looked out to see all the faces of the girls there. Lucy was smiling at Tom and another girl, Daisy was whispering to the guy next to her. Then both Lucy and Daisy stepped forwards.

I was both happy and unhappy. Happy because I stopped thinking that I might end up in hospital and unhappy because it would have been nice to see if I could have coped with 20 or so guys finger fucking me.

“Thank you ladies.” Dylan said to Lucy and Daisy, “I’m sure that Esther appreciated the help. Hey Tom, will this table support 3 naked girls?”

“Sure, we bought a sturdy one so that Lucy and I can fuck on it.”

“Tom!” Lucy said, “You don’t have to tell everyone our secrets.”

“Okay ladies,” Dylan said, “get ‘em off and get up there. Don’t be shy, we all know that it’s okay for girls to be naked in front of guys and that most girls like being naked in front of guys.”

There was more cheering as Lucy and Daisy did what Dylan had just told them to do. Clothes disappeared under the table and Dylan lifted Lucy and Daisy onto the table, them laying back on their elbows and spreading their legs.

“Guys,” Dylan announced, “this isn’t going to work like this. We’re not going to be able to find the best finger fucker here like this, and I think that we need to add a bit of mystery for our 3 gorgeous volunteers. Tom, would you have 3 clean tea towels?”

Tom dashed off and seconds later he was back with 3 tea towels.

“Girls, please lay back so that Tom can effectively blindfold you with the tea towels.”

Tom covered the 3 faces with the tea towels the Dylan continued,

“Thanks Tom. Now you guys who are eager to get your fingers inside one of these gorgeous girls. Please form 3 equal lines, one in front of each girl.”

They did.

“Right, each finger fucking session will last for 3 minutes. Tom, can you do the timings please. Girls, can you count the guys and remember the number of the one that you enjoyed the most. When they have all had a go we’ll take the 3 guys that have pleasured you the most and they will take it in turns to finger fuck all 3 of you again. Then we will compare each of your favourites of the last 3 and with a bit of luck at least 2 of you will have the same favourite.”

“What happens if the girls each have a different favourite?” A guy at the back of one of the 3 queues asked.

“Then I guess that we’ll have to start from square one again.”

“Err Dylan,” Lucy said from under her tea towel, “Do you realise that us girls will have been fingered something like 10 times, and if we have to start from square one that will make 20 times, at 3 minutes a time. Do you really think that we can cope with being finger fucked almost non-stop for a solid hour?”

“Good point Lucy, “Dylan replied, “Let’s see how you feel after the first round then we’ll take it from there. I’m sure that the guys who usually spend a lot of time inside your pussies wouldn’t appreciate having to miss out because you are sore or injured after being finger fucked so many times. Okay, is everyone ready? Tom? Oh, and remember guys, the objective is to give the girls pleasure, not stretch or damage them.”

“Ready.” Tom replied.

“Go; and girls, don’t remove the tea towels, we need a number not a name.”


Two seconds later I gasped as 2 fingers invaded my pussy. No foreplay, straight in. It was a good job that I was dripping in anticipation.

In and out went those fingers. Totally ignoring my clit or searching for my G-spot. When Tom shouted ‘TIME’, and the fingers withdrew I just hoped that the next guy would be better at it.

He was, but not by much. As his fingers fucked me I thought of the last time that Dylan finger fucked me. He was so much more gentle and caring. Dylan wanted to give me pleasure not just take pleasure.

It was the same for the next 2 guys although all that ramming of fingers into me was having the desired effect. It was guy 5 that tipped me over the edge. Not only did he find my G-spot but his thumb rubbed my clit as well. I was cumming when the fingers withdrew and I guessed that Tom had called time.

I was just starting to come down from my high when the next guy’s fingers invaded me. They caused me to gasp then moan but the fingers didn’t send me back up there. Neither did the last guy. I definitely had my winner and I again wondered if it had been Dylan.


“Okay ladies,” Dylan said, “we’ll have a short break but before you scuttle off to the bathroom please can you give me the number of the guy that you enjoyed the most.”


We did. Then the 3 totally naked girls went upstairs to the bathroom to get cleaned up and discuss the abilities of the guys. Thankfully, both Lucy and Daisy had had an orgasm and we discussed the 3 minute time limit and when we went back downstairs I asked Dylan if we could extent it to 5 minutes for the next round. He agreed and Lucy, Daisy and I got back on the table, spread our legs and put the tea towels back on our faces.

“Okay ladies and gentlemen,” Dylan announced. “We have our 3 guys who are going into the next round and each of those 3 will finger fuck each of the girls. At the request of the girls the 3 minute limit will be increased to 5 minutes in the hope that the rest of us will be able to witness more orgasms, and there will be a 2 minute break between each session to allow the girls to compose themselves ready for the next invasion.

Oh ladies, do any of you have any objections to being videoed? If you do, please raise a hand.”

There was silence for a few seconds then Dylan continued,

“Good, it’s not like we will be able to see your faces on the videos anyway. Tom, are you ready?”

“Yes mate.”

For some reason Dylan didn’t rush to get started and I remember there being deadly silence, for what seemed like hours whilst my brain was thinking about all those people looking at my bare, spread pussy.

“GO,” Dylan finally loudly said, then continued, “and remember guys, the objective is to give pleasure, not to get the girls to have to visit A&E.”

My pussy wasn’t as wet as it was when the first round started but it was still wet enough for me to have no discomfort when the first finger penetrated me. I did hear Daisy sound as if she wasn’t that wet when her pussy was penetrated but that quickly changed to a moan.

In and out went the first guy’s finger, then two fingers, then they curled up and I let out a long moan. My G-spot was getting rubbed and I could feel my arousal level going up. Then fingers from the guy’s other hand found my clit and within seconds I was giving everyone in the room the sight and sound of my second public orgasm of the night. A split second before it hit me I had a vision of Dylan holding his phone over me and recording my orgasm.

Of course I couldn’t see if that was happening, but just the thought made the orgasm a little more intense.

Then it stopped and I guessed that the 5 minutes was up. Unfortunately, Dylan let everyone have enough of a break for my orgasm became history.

The seconds guy wasn’t quite as good but he did raise my arousal level quite a bit again.

Then there was the last guy to finger fuck me that night, unless Dylan was going to finger me later, after everyone had either left or gone to bed.

The third guy was good, he too found my G-spot and my clit but it would have taken longer than the 5 minutes to take me over the edge.


All over, Dylan loudly said,

“Okay, firstly girls, are you all okay? Put a hand up if you are.”

Apparently all 3 of us put a hand up because Dylan continued,

“Good, now can each of you girls give me the number of the guy that you thought was the best. Daisy, you go first.”

Three numbers were called out and then there was a lot of cheering then Dylan loudly said,

“Ladies, we have a winner, please take the tea towels off and see the best finger fucker of the evening.”

I pulled the tea towel off my face, got up on my elbows and saw Dylan with his arm around the shoulders of Oscar, the rugby team captain. Like most of he people there, Oscar was still looking down on the 3 bare, wet and well finger fucked pussies, only Oscar had a huge grin on his face and a large bulge in the front of his jeans.

Someone turned on the music again and the boyfriends of the 3 girls on the table went and stood in between the still spread legs of their girl. My pussy was just a little sore but definitely not sore enough to not want Dylan to properly fuck me right there and then, but it wasn’t to be as Dylan and Tom helped Lucy and I to our feet and hugged us.

Daisy, however, had other ideas and she had her arms round her boyfriend’s neck and they were kissing passionately. As Dylan led me to the dancing area I looked back and saw that Daisy’s boyfriends jeans half way down his thighs. I felt some disappointment that Dylan hadn’t fucked me before I got off the table.

As Lucy and I were being led to the dance area Lucy said,

“I’m not getting dressed, everyone has seen everything so why bother.”

I totally agreed, in fact I was quite enjoying being naked in amongst all those clothed people.


We danced for a while, me still naked and the naked Lucy dancing with Tom. Still feeling aroused from the finger fucking, and with a little less inhibitions than when I arrived at Lucy and Tom’s place because of the wine, I turned to face a couple of guys who were sat on the floor, probably looking at Lucy and me. Then I changed my dance style to a sexy one that I’d seen on Youtube and spread my feet and started doing pelvic thrusts at the 2 guys.

Okay, they’d more than likely got a really good look at Lucy’s, Daisy’s and my pussy when we’d been on the table but I remembered what Dylan had told me about guys never being able to get enough pussy viewing time, I guessed that seeing my pussy being thrust at them would make them horny. It certainly sent my arousal level up high.


After a while people started leaving and it wasn’t that long before it was just Dylan and I that weren’t permanent residents of the house.


The 4 of us talked and I realised that Lucy was just as comfortable about being naked as I was. Tom had seen me naked before that night and I wondered if Lucy had been naked in front of Dylan before, but I didn’t ask. After all, Dylan and I had talked about me being naked in front of other men and I’d agreed with Dylan that it was okay for girls to be naked in front of men, both men that they knew, and men that they didn’t know. I guessed that Lucy and Tom had similar feelings.


After getting one last drink, Lucy had sat on Dylan’s lap and Tom had pulled me onto his lap. Not thinking anything of it we continued talking and after a while I realised that Tom’s hand, that had been resting on my bare hip, was starting to wander and lightly slide over my ribs, slowly moving up. When Tom’s hand reached my tit I gasped a little and looked over to Dylan seeing that he was already playing with one of Lucy’s tits.

Dylan and I made eye contact and I looked at him questioningly. Dylan smiled and nodded his head before turning is head and kissing Lucy. Without thinking I turned my head to face Tom and started kissing only the second man that I had ever properly kissed.

As we kissed, Tom’s hand got more active with my tit, and it felt nice, me moaning into Tom’s mouth. Seconds later, with a little help from Tom, we rolled onto the floor, me ending up on my hands and knees with Tom behind me and his cock ramming in and out of me.

As Tom got into a good rhythm, I turned my head and saw that Dylan was now laying along the sofa, on his back and Lucy was riding him.

For some stupid reason I thought back to my sore pussy after all the finger fucking, but it didn’t feel sore right then, quite the reverse and I orgasmed just before Tom deposited his load deep inside me.


When Tom had withdrawn and I had recovered, I turned my head and saw Lucy climbing off Dylan.

“Thanks Lucy,” Dylan said, “that was amazing.”

Dylan didn’t move as Lucy asked me if I was okay with what had just happened.

“Yeah,” I replied, “Dylan and I have talked about me getting fucked by other men, even the possibility that it might be Tom, and we were both comfortable with it.”

“Tom and I have talked about it as well.” Lucy replied, “and it looks like everything worked out just great. Dylan, are you happy with it?”

When Dylan didn’t reply we all looked at him then Tom said,

“The bastard has gone to sleep. You must have drained him Lucy.”

“More like him and Esther have been going at it like rabbits for so long that she’s worn him out.” Lucy replied.

I giggled a little but said nothing.


“Okay,” Tom said, “I’ll get him a blanket.”

“I’ll cuddle up to him.” I said.

“Not enough room.” Lucy said, “come with me Esther.”

I followed Lucy upstairs to the bathroom where we both cleaned up and Lucy gave me a spare toothbrush, then Lucy led me into their bedroom indicating that I should get in the bed.

“That’s for you and Tom,” I replied, “I can sleep on an armchair downstairs.” I said.

“Like hell you will Esther. Get in that bed Esther Hargreaves.”

I did and Lucy slid in beside me. Propping herself up on an elbow and looking down at me.

“So how was Tom Esther?”

“Good, he’s only the second man to ever fuck me.”

“Was he better than Dylan?”

“I don’t want to compare Tom to Dylan. I don’t think that that would be fair. Let me just say that they both were amazing.”

Whilst I was saying that one of Lucy’s hands had moved and was caressing my chest below my tits and her other hand was stroking my hair.

“What are you doing Lucy? I thought that we were going to sleep.”

“Not yet; do you like that?” Lucy replied as the hand that was on my chest moved up and caressed one of my tits.

“Are you? Are we, going to have sex Lucy? Because I’ve never had sex with a woman.”

“That’s okay Esther, just lay there and enjoy what I’m going to do to you.”

Lucy’s hand got more adventurous, moving down to my pussy, and she started to kiss me on my mouth. Somehow. It all seemed to be more gentle than when Dylan does that to me, but Dylan is a gentle, caring and loving man.

My mouth responded the same way as when Dylan kisses me and our tongues danced around with each other’s. Meanwhile Lucy’s fingers had found my clit and was slowly running little circles around it and over it. Instinctively, I spread my legs wide to give her total access to my pussy.

Then Lucy broke the kiss and started kissing my neck then down my body. Stopping at my tits she licked, sucked and chewed my nipples whilst still driving me crazy toying with my clit.

After a minute or so, Lucy’s mouth moved down my body, kissing me all over my abdomen as she went. Then she got to my bald mound and licked and kissed that. Then it all stopped and I opened my eyes to see that Lucy had slid down the bed and was getting between my legs.

“Enjoy.” Lucy said just before her mouth engulfed my pussy.

I moaned as Lucy’s tongue played with my clit, with short breaks during which her tongue penetrated my vagina.

Not that Lucy needed to, but her hands were holding my legs wide apart, pushing them until I thought that they were passed the 90 degree angle to my torso.

Then I felt some hands start playing with both my tits and I opened my eyes expecting to see Dylan, but it was Tom who was looking down on me as his wife ate my pussy. What’s more, he was naked and his hard cock and balls were hovering over my face.

I lifted my head and licked his balls, wishing that I could have reached his cock.

Lucy’s tongue was driving me crazy and I soon forgot about Tom as Lucy took me to the edge, then over it.

“Move over Tom,” I heard Lucy say as I started to get my wits about me, “I want Esther on top of me.”

I didn’t know what Lucy meant but it soon became clear as Lucy lay alongside me but with her head near my hips,

“Straddle me.” Lucy said and I remembered the last time that Dylan had got me on top of him like that.

I remembered my head going up and down on Dylan’s cock but Lucy doesn’t have a cock.
“I’ve never eaten a girl before.” I said.

“Just do what Dylan does to you.” Tom replied.

I looked down at Lucy’s spread and very wet pussy. Her inner labia are much bigger than mine and her clit isn’t as big as mine but it still looked very inviting. I lowered my face and licked her slit from the front to as far back as I could go, my tongue just reaching her entrance.

Lucy tasted nice and I started licking and sucking. I remembered the pleasure that Dylan gives me when he chews my clit so I did the same to Lucy.

Meanwhile, one of Tom’s hands was between Lucy and me and was playing with one of my tits, and Lucy was licking and chewing me, getting me closer to cumming again.

Lucy swore then let out a long groan as she pulled my hips down onto her face causing me to cum again. Both our bodies started shaking as we moaned.

Strangely enough, I had the presence mind to worry about suffocating Lucy and I somehow managed to lift my hips and roll off Lucy.

When I became more aware of my surroundings I heard Tom ask me if I was okay. I managed to nod my head but I was shattered. The next thing that I knew was that Tom was lifting me up and turning me so that my head was on a pillow then I was aware of a naked man getting in the bed next to me and a soft tit against my arm on the other side.

Then nothing.

*****

Day 15 - Sunday

I woke up to the usual feeling of a cock slowly sliding in and out of my pussy from behind me.

“That’s nice Dylan.” I said as I opened my eyes.

After a split second of panic I started to remember everything before I went to sleep and realised that it was Tom who was fucking me.

“How’s Dylan?” I asked.

“Still dead to the world,” Tom replied, “probably won’t wake up until mid morning.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Early.” Lucy replied as her eyes opened and one of her hands went to my pussy and started gently rubbing my clit.

“Oh gawd, you 2 are too much.” I managed to say before Lucy’s mouth found mine and started kissing me.

No more than 2 minutes later Tom and Lucy made me cum and when I started to recover I heard Dylan say,

“That looked like you enjoyed it Esther.”

Again I panicked and replied,

“Dylan, I’m soo sorry, I just got carried away.”

But Dylan interrupted me by saying,

“It’s okay Esther, everything is good, we’re all good aren’t we guys?”

I felt Tom’s cock go soft and slide out of me as Tom replied,

“Of course we are, Esther needed some affection and you were out of it so we took care of her needs for you mate.”

“Thanks guys, I knew that I could rely on both of you. Have you got any aspirin, my head’s killing me.”

I started to relax a bit, remembering what Dylan and I had talked about in the past. Then I got off the bed and hugged Dylan.

“You 2 go and have a shower,” Tom said, “and Esther, I think that Dylan has something that he needs you to take care of. Oh, and don’t use all the hot water, Lucy and I need to have a shower as well.


Dylan an I went to the bathroom and I bent over the sink for Dylan to get his release, then we got into the shower.


Fifteen minutes later Dylan was getting dressed then following the naked me to the kitchen where Tom and Lucy were sat drinking coffee, Lucy still as naked as I was.

“I love the way girls like being naked in front of us guys, don’t you Dylan?” Tom asked.

“Hell yeah,” Dylan replied, “it seems to be part of their DNA.”

“I guess that you’re right Tom.” Lucy said, “It really does make me feel good, all warm, cosy and wet.”

“It does wonders for your nipples as well.” Dylan added which caused both Lucy and I to giggle a bit,


“Esther,” Lucy said, “help me make some toast will you? Then the guys can stare at our butts for a while.”

I looked at Dylan and saw that he was smiling.


Later, Lucy and Tom went for a shower whilst Dylan and I cleaned-up in the kitchen and started on the rest of the house. When they came back downstairs they were dressed and Lucy said,

“Leave that you two, Tom and I will clean up later. Esther, time to put some clothes on and you can show me that shop that you like getting naked in.”


Not having taken any spare clothes with me to the party, I put on the same skirt and top and as we walked to the Underground station I quickly remembered the problem of the skirt riding up every time that I moved.


Being a Sunday, the Underground wasn’t very busy and I felt quite safe having 2 strong guys with us, so I just let the skirt ride up. But I still saw a couple of guys staring at me which made my pussy tingle..

It was the same walking to the shop and when we arrived I was a little surprised to see that there were already 3 other couples in there, two of the girls trying on clothes in the middle of the shop and their male partners staring at each girl as she got naked ready to try on the next item.

Bethany saw us enter and we all went over to her where I introduced everyone.

“So this is your friend who encourages you is it Esther?” Bethany asked.

“Guilty.” Lucy replied. “Is Tim in today?”

“So Esther has told you about what she gets up to when she’s here has she, sorry Lucy but Tim’s not here and I’m not expecting him. I’m assuming that Dylan and Tom know all about your video performance Esther?”

“She has,” Dylan replied, “and she’s given us the videos and the web address’ but I haven’t got around to looking at the sites yet. I wasn’t in a rush because I’ve got the real thing next to me.”

“I’ll give you a user ID and password that will get you in for free, I can’t have the friends of my star model paying to see her perform.” Bethany replied.

“Have you been walking the streets of London like that Esther?” Bethany continued.

“Yes, why?” I replied.

“With your slit on full display?”

“Oh that,” I replied, “that’s your fault for selling me this skirt Bethany. Besides, I’ve got 2 strong guys to look after me.”

“So I see, but you be careful girl. I know a guy who runs self defence classes for girls if your interested.”

“She is interested,” Dylan replied for me. “I want her to be capable of looking after herself. Does this guy do one-on-one home lessons or only class lessons?”

“I don’t know, I’ll give Esther his number. Oh, those dresses that I was shortening for you are ready, would you like to try them on Esther?”

“Yes please.” I replied.

Bethany went off to get them and I started taking off my skirt and top.

“I like this place.” Tom said.

“I can see why.” Lucy replied. “It’s a good job that girls like getting naked in front of men, that’s 4 naked girls in here.”

“Hey Lucy, Tom replied. “you’d like it if this were a men’s shop and guys were getting naked in front of girls.”

“Yes we would wouldn’t we Esther?”

Before I could agree with Lucy Tom continued,

“So are you going to strip off and try on a few things Lucy?”

“Of course I am, I’m not going to miss an opportunity to get naked in front of some unknown guys.”

With that, Lucy started stripping, and seconds later the naked Lucy was browsing through the racks and taking sneaky looks over to the unknown guys who in turn were taking sneaky looks at Lucy and I, and the other naked girls in the shop.

Just as I saw Bethany come out from the back Tom said to Dylan,

“This place is a real exhibitionist girls paradise isn’t it?”

“Yeah, we should tell all the team to bring their girls here.” Dylan replied.

“That Daisy girl would love it here for one.”

“Hell yeah, she surprised me last night, TC is a lucky guy.”


“Right Esther,” Bethany said as she approached us, “try these on and let me know, I’ve just got to attend to that girl who has just walked in.”

I looked around and saw that another young couple had just entered the shop, the guy just standing there with his mouth wide open and his head turning to look at all the girls either naked or just in their thongs or G-string.

Dylan helped me into the first dress and it looked just as good as it did the first time that I had tried it on.

“Looks good lover.” Dylan said.

“I can see your nipples and slit through the material.” Tom said.

“That’s why Esther chose it.” Dylan said.

“Should have known.” Tom replied.


As I tried on the dresses Bethany kept coming over to check on me. One time Dylan said,

“This is a thriving little business that you’ve got here Bethany.”

“It is now, but it was slow getting started.”

“I guess that word is getting around the girls that they can come her and show-off their cute bodies.” Dylan said.

“And the guys bring their girls to show-off and enjoy the other eye candy whilst they’re here.” Bethany added.

Then Bethany was off to to serve another customer at the till. When she cane back again Dylan said,

“You need someone to work for you Bethany.”

“I’ve thought about that but I couldn’t offer a full time job, just part time on a couple of days a week.”

“Maybe Esther could help out Bethany?” Dylan said.

Bethany thought for a couple of seconds then replied.

“I’ll phone her and we’ll talk.”


Meanwhile, I’d tried on all the dresses that Bethany had shortened, given them to Dylan to hold, and had joined Lucy trying on other clothes.

“This is fun.” Lucy said, “All those male eyes on my naked body.”

“Yes,” I replied, “I could do this all day, providing that there’s a constant supply of guys to look at me.”

“You’re a naughty little girl Esther Hargreaves, teasing the guys like that.”

“Yes, but it is fun. Have you found anything that you want?”

“Look at Tom Esther.”

I did and saw 3 or 4 items in his arms.

“Maybe we should leave before I bankrupt him.” Lucy added.

Lucy and I found our clothes and put them on whilst Dylan and Tom paid for what we wanted. Whilst the guys paid, Bethany told Lucy and I that she’d phone us when Tim was coming in.


Walking back to the Underground I had the same ‘problem’ with my skirt but most of the time I ignored it and left my slit and butt exposed. I wasn’t worried about any trouble because Dylan and Tom were with me.

The Underground was the same, that is until we got on the train. As it came to a stop we saw that there were lots of young men on it. Most wearing scarfs and hats of the same football team, so I told Dylan not to get too close to Lucy and me. They didn’t and when we stepped onto the train we were met with,

“Hey guys, look what just got on.”

Quickly followed by a few comments about Lucy’s and my bodies and skimpy clothes. I was, and I think that Lucy was as well, chuffed that the young men liked what they saw. With Dylan and Tom standing back the young men must have thought that they weren’t with us and they started asking Lucy and I to flash our tits and pussies so we did, pulling our skirts and tops up and leaving our pussies and tits exposed.

This got more comments, some of them not so nice because our tits are not very big but that didn’t bother me because I love my little tits and I know that Lucy loves hers.

Unfortunately, the attention didn’t last long because all the young men got off the train at the next station leaving Lucy and I to make ourselves ‘decent’, and for Dylan and Tom to take us to the seats along the sides of the carriage.

We sat in a row opposite a couple of middle-aged men and I noted that Lucy sat the same way as I did, knees not crossed and slightly apart. I kept glancing over to those guys and saw that their eyes were staring up our skirts.

Of course Dylan and Tom knew what was on show and neither of them did anything or said anything to stop us.


Lucy and Tom got off first leaving the 2 guys to just stare at one pussy and Dylan made it easier for them by putting a hand on my knee and slowly moving it further from my other knee. By the time that we got off the train my knees were a goot 20 centimetres apart and when I stood up I didn’t pull my skirt down until I was on the platform.


As we walked along the street back to our house I was feeling very randy, but at the same time I was reflecting on how I had changed since I got married.

“Dylan,” I said, “before we got married I was a totally different girl, under the control of my nineteenth century mother, would you really have been happy if I was still like that?”

“Esther, when I first met you I could just tell that under those horrible clothes was a gorgeous young woman. Just listening to you talk I could tell that you weren’t happy, that you wanted to escape. I could tell by the way that you looked at me that you were a sex siren just waiting to escape.”

“Well I guess that I’ve escaped now and I now know that a girl can wear nothing but a flimsy, miniscule dress, feel very naked yet look smart and attractive anywhere.”

“Well you certainly do that Esther, just like I knew that you would.”

“I love you Dylan Hargreaves.”

“And I love you too Esther Hargreaves.”


We didn’t make it beyond closing the front door before Dylan was lifting me up and lowering me onto his cock.

*****

[VanessaEvans]

Getting Married Set Me Free
by Vanessa Evans

Part 7

Days 16 - 20

I was expecting the following week to fall into a routine but several things happened that I wasn’t expecting. One thing that I was expecting was that several different delivery guys got a pleasant surprise and yes, I also went to naked yoga with Lucy on the Thursday evening.

Unfortunately the weather wasn’t very nice so I couldn’t top-up my all-over tan but I did spot a man looking at the back of our house from the wooded area at the bottom of the garden. When I saw him I deliberately did things in the rooms at the back of the house.

I had some fun with my girly toys and most afternoons I wore my Lush and texted Dylan to tell him that I was wearing it and each time he controlled it and gave me some amazing orgasms, a couple of times the Lush was helped by me holding my magic wand over my clit.

One afternoon Dylan escaped to somewhere quiet where he could video call me and he watched me as he remotely controlled the Lush to 2 very intense orgasms.


Dylan and I had been talking about me getting more exercise and some things happened that week to help me get that exercise, Firstly, previously we had gone to the bottom of the garden and looked over into the wooded area and seen the little track that had obviously been created by people walking through the trees, and we discussed how we could make a gap in our fence so that we could climb over, get on that track and jog along it expecting it to lead to the main park.

Well, one slightly dull and chilly morning I decided to do what we’d discussed about the fence so I put on some warm clothes and gone and modified the fence. It turned out to be quite easy and once done I got the urge to climb over to see what I could find.

I went back inside the house and changed into my trainers, a very short and lightweight tennis skirt and a thin tank top then went back outside and climbed over the fence.

I hadn’t taken too much of the fence down and as I climbed over it my bare pussy rubbed on a length of wood causing me to gasp and start thinking about my bare pussy.

I started walking, and as the track got wider I started jogging and soon found myself in the open space of the park. I jogged across the wet grass then onto the tarmac path. It may have been the middle of a morning at the end of summer, but there was no one else in sight.

As I jogged I thought more about my pussy. Okay, the little, floaty skirt was flapping about and I was sure that my pussy and butt were frequently on display, and my rock hard nipples were trying to drill their way through my top, but that didn’t feel like it was enough for me. I wanted to jog naked. So, after about 20 minutes when I got back to where I had started I went along the track to behind our house, took off the skirt and top and hung them on our fence.

Feeling daring, free and natural, I turned and started jogging along the same route for a second time.

The air rushing passed my nipples and pussy felt amazing and my brain started remembering me being on the beaches on our honeymoon. My brain was so full of those memories that I didn’t see the man with a dog until I was right in front of him.

After a split second of panic I decided that I’d brazen it out. I smiled at the man and said, “Morning,” and kept running, just as I would have done if I was fully clothed.

“Morning, not so nice today.” The man replied.

Seconds later, and a good few metres away, my brain started thinking that I had enjoyed the experience. I could feel the moisture between my legs as my pussy leaked my juices.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, I didn’t see anyone else and was soon back on the little track to the back of our house.

Being a bit sweaty from the jogging I picked up my clothes as climbed over the fence before walking through the back garden to the house, not even thinking that someone in the nearby houses may be able to see me.

I immediately went for a shower and gave myself the relief that I so needed.


Another unexpected ‘new’ thing that happened that week was that I got a phone call from James, the boyfriend of Amber who runs the naked yoga classes. As soon as he gave his name I wondered if there was a problem with the payment for the yoga classes, but quickly James explained that he’d heard that I might be looking for a personal trainer.

“Err yes, is that what you are James?”

“As well as a stand-in yoga teacher, yes.”

“So where do you do this personal training James?”

“That’s up to the client Esther. I have access to a small room at the big leisure centre which I believe is quite close to you, but I also give sessions at the client’s home if that’s what they want.”

“Okay James, give me some details of cost and duration.”

He did, and as he was doing so I decided that I was interested. My first thought was that I could get James to come round to the house but I changed my mind and asked him if I could meet him at the leisure centre which is only a 10 minute walk away.

We sorted out the details, the main one being that my first session would be the Tuesday morning of the following week.


After I’d terminated the call I was thinking about my general health and fitness and that led me to remember what Bethany had told me about self defence lessons. I went and got the card that Bethany had given me and I phoned the guy and was surprised to hear that he too used the facilities at the local leisure centre and ran classes on a Wednesday evening.

I asked Caleb for more details and he told me that classes were small, usually 6 or 7 people, mainly girls but sometimes a young man or two. Then I asked Caleb what I should wear for the classes.

“Whatever you wear when you go out to the pub or a club, that’s the times when young ladies are most likely to need the skills that I teach so it’s best that you wear what you would wear on a night out.”

That seemed a little strange to me but I decided to go along with it and arranged to go on the Wednesday evening which was the next day. When I told Dylan that evening he smiled and said,

“You do realise that this Caleb will be teaching you how to drop guys to the ground and that you’ll be practising in pairs so you’ll probably end up on your back some of the time.”

“So?”

“Short skirt, no knickers.”

“And?”

“And it will make things more interesting for the guys there.”

“I guess that it will be their lucky day then.”

“Okay Esther, your decision. Actually, that will fit in well with my Rugby training, We’ll both be out on Wednesday evenings so it’s less time for us to be apart.

*****

The next day I woke up the usual way, with Dylan’s cock slowly sliding in and out if me, then had the rest of the day to think about the evenings self defence class, or more importantly what to wear for it.

Well not quite all day because I sent Dylan a text and he drove me crazy with my Lush. It was on for going on for an hour and I had 4 orgasms before Dylan turned it off. Shortly after that he phoned me and apologised for leaving it on for so long, apparently his boss, Henry, had called him into his office to discuss something and it had taken a long time to get away from him.

I told Dylan that it was okay, that I could have just pulled it out if I wanted to but I hadn’t and had really enjoyed myself.

I had a meal waiting for Dylan when he got home but there was no time for and fun before we both had to leave.


Caleb didn’t seem at all surprised when I turned up for the self defence lesson wearing a mid thigh skater type skirt and a baggy, low-cut blouse. I was sure that he could tell that I was braless but at that point he wouldn’t have known that I was knickerless as well.

There was 2 guys and 3 girls there when I arrived, all were around my age but I noted that both guys looked a little whim-pish, me guessing that they were there to try to get some confidence.

Caleb quickly got started, explaining to us that the best defence is our 2 feet, to run like hell.

Then he explained that we were there to learn what to do as well as practise, but not to the extent of hurting anyone, if we were attacked.

He then explained the various ways that you can trip someone and get them on the floor without much effort.

Then Caleb asked for a volunteer so that he could demonstrate. No one seemed eager to volunteer so I did. Within seconds I was on my back on the mats without even realising what had happened.

I heard a couple of gasps from the girls and saw the guys staring at me with open mouths. At first I thought that it was because of how quickly I’d gone from standing to flat on my back, then I remembered what I was and wasn’t wearing. I looked down my body and saw that my legs were far from closed and my skirt was up around my waist.

“What?” I said.

“You haven’t got any knickers on.” One of the guys said.

“Caleb told me to wear what I normally wear when I go to the pub.” I replied. “So I did.”

By that time my brain was thinking about my exposed pussy but I wasn’t there to put on a show so I got to my feet and said,

“Can you do that in slow motion please Caleb, so that I can see what you did.”

Caleb shook his head and said something about not expecting me to be knickerless but he came over to me and started the move again. This time I watched him carefully and he caught my hand before I hit the mat, depriving the others of another look at my pussy.

“Right then class, pair off and all of you try to do that.”

Caleb also told us to select a different partner for each exercise so that we got a variety of aggressors.

I got paired with one of the girls, one wearing shorts, and we both tried the move. It was quite easy actually and first the other girl was on her back, then I was again. Again ending up with my skirt around my waist and my legs spread wide. This time Caleb was stood at my feet and one of the guys was just getting to his feet and most of the people stared at my pussy again.

Moves to put the aggressor on the floor continued and my pussy got put on display a good few times before Caleb moved on to ways to break a hold that the aggressor had on you. He showed us a few ways and we practised them but he came to one where the aggressor has a hold of you lapels or blouse.

I again volunteered and Caleb grabbed hold of my blouse. As my arms went up inside his I felt the buttons on my blouse pop open. When Caleb’s hands were off me my blouse was open, pulled right up and my little tits were on display.

Caleb looked down at my chest and I could see him smiling. I could also hear one of the guys moan and I wondered if he’s just cum in his pants.

Not mentioning my exposure Caleb told us to get into pairs again and try it. I fixed my blouse then saw that I was paired with one of the guys and I guess that he gripped my blouse too hard because as well as hearing the buttons pop I felt the fabric rip as it was raised up above my head..

“Oh my gawd,” the guy said, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise that I was holding your blouse that tight.”

“That’s okay I said, I shouldn’t have swung my arms up so hard.”

But the damage was done and my little tits were on display again. After letting everyone have a good look for a good few seconds I pulled my blouse back down and I saw that all the buttons had ripped off, and bits of the fabric around the button holes were ripped. I pulled the 2 sides of my blouse together and then loosely tied the 2 front tails.


I had similar exposures each time that Caleb showed, then got us to try different ways of getting free and inflicting some pain. Amazingly, no one said anything about my tits and pussy getting displayed so often but everyone also got to see the knickers of the 2 other girls who were wearing skirts. At one point when one of the girls was on her back on the floor Caleb said,

“When some moron is attacking you the last thing that you want to be thinking about is your modesty.”

That seemed to have a bit of an effect on those 2 girls and I noted that they both stopped pulling their skirts into their intended place most of the time.


All too soon the lesson was over and Caleb came over to me and asked,

“So who recommended this class to you Esther?”

“Bethany, the Fashion Emporium shop owner.”

“Might have guessed, she’s sent a few girls to me. Don’t get me wrong, I firmly believe that girls should be able to wear whatever they want, and I love seeing scantily clad girls, but unfortunately, there are too many guys out there who don’t respect girls, hence these classes. Did Bethany tell you about the course fees? I keep them low because I hate it when I hear about a girl getting attacked.”

Caleb went on to explain the costs and more details of the course. I signed up for the full course. Just as I was leaving Caleb said,

“Esther, don’t think that you have to wear jeans and sweatshirts for the rest of the classes, you wear what’s comfortable and what you would go out in.”

“Thanks Caleb, I will, see you next week.”


As I walked home I thought that I was going to enjoy the rest of the course and I started thinking about what I could wear the next week. I also thought about the couple of minor injuries that I had acquired during the evening and wondered if I’d be a bit sore in the morning.


I was just about to get into the shower when Dylan arrived back home. As I half expected, he had mud all over him and a smelly kit bag which he left near the washing machine. We had a joint shower then dried each other before Dylan carried me to our bed,

Whilst I rode him we talked a little about our evening but the conversation never ended as after we’d both cum I went down on him to get him hard again before he spooned me and we went to sleep.

*****

On the Thursday it was the naked yoga with Lucy. Amber was back and she really pushed us, making us stretch at angles that I never thought that my body would do.


I was getting more and more nervous about our upcoming party. Dylan still wouldn’t tell me what costume he’d got for me, and looking back I should have guessed because he came home with a Huntsman’s outfit on the Friday evening. Tall boots, white breeches, red jacket and a horse riding helmet. I joked about the riding crop that had a flat, leather bit at the end.


Day 21 – Saturday

Anyway, on the Saturday we got everything ready and by 8 p.m. I was still in the dark about my costume and I was getting more and more anxious. I watched Dylan put his outfit on and when he was ready he asked,

“Are you ready to see your outfit now Esther?”

“I’ve been ready since you first told me that you were providing my outfit, what is it?”

“Kneel at the bottom of the bed, lay forwards and spread your knees Esther.”

“Have we got time for you to fuck me Dylan, some of the guests could arrive at any minute?”

“I’m not going to fuck you Ester, well not right now, please do it.”

I did, and wondered what on earth Dylan was going to do. He went away and came back a minute or so later.

“Dylan, what are you doing?” I asked as I felt Dylan finger me and then rub my juices all over my slit and butt. Dylan said nothing as I felt his fingers enter my butt.

“Dylan, I thought that you said we didn’t have time for this?”

Again Dylan said nothing then I felt his fingers withdraw and the something cold being pushed into my butt.

“Is that a butt plug?” I asked as I felt my sphincter close on the narrow part of the plug, but something wasn’t right, something was tickling the back of my thighs.

“Okay Esther, you’ll be ready as soon as you put this mask and some heels on, get up”

“What?” I asked as I got to my feet. “You’re not expecting me to wear just a butt plug, who or what could I be?”

It was then that I felt the furry, bushy tail hanging down from my butt. Before I could say anything Dylan said,

“I’m the huntsman and you are the Foxy Lady that I will be chasing all night.”

“Oh my gawd Dylan, I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, frig myself or jump on you.”

“I don’t want to make you cry Esther, but I’m sure that you’ll be doing all the other things before the night is over.”

I just hugged Dylan.


I put some heels on and did my hair, putting it in a ponytail, then put the mask on and went to find Dylan, As I walked about the tail tickled my thighs. I found Dylan in the kitchen and I said,

“I can’t believe that I’m doing this. Oh my gawd, are your mother and father coming?”

“I doubt it, but brother John said that he’d call in and maybe bring a couple of his mates on their way to a pub somewhere.”

“That’s okay then, John saw my pussy when he came here the last time.”

“I doubt that my parents would come, different generation, they wouldn’t want to put a dampener on things.”


I poured myself a glass of wins telling Dylan that I needed a bit of Dutch courage. His response was to come up behind me and put his arms around me. It felt nice as his left hand tweaked my nipples and his right hand gently rubbed little circles around my clit.

I quickly drank half the glass of wine and was just about to tell Dylan to stop teasing me when the doorbell rang. As I put my glass down and started walking towards the front door I said,

“I can’t believe that you are making me do this Dylan, but I’m really pleased that you are.”

“Tally-ho Foxy Lady.” Dylan said and I felt the riding crop swat my butt.

I was feeling quite nervous, but quite excited as I opened the door and saw a Bride and Groom. The Groom was in a suit and bow-tie and the Bride was wearing white heels, white stocking, white suspender belt, white garter, white see-through G-string, white soft mesh totally see-through bra, and a veil.

I think that all 4 of us said “Oh my gawd!” at the same time and I quickly realised that it was Lucy and Tom stood in front of us.

Lucy spoke first,

“You look amazing Esther, I hope that you don’t mind us coming as a Bride and Groom, I know that it’s only a few weeks since you 2 were married but we left it to the last minute and this is all that we could think of.”

“I wish that you’d been dressed like Lucy at our wedding.” Dylan said.

“That really would have given my mother a heart attack.” I replied.

“I love your outfit Esther,” Tom said, “Is that a bushy butt plug that your wearing? Are we all going fox hunting later, or is Dylan going to demonstrate the use of that riding crop later?”

“Maybe,” Dylan said, “come on in guys, and don’t leave your coat outside Lucy.”

We went inside and to the kitchen where I got Lucy and Tom a drink and I took another gulp of my wine as the other 3 started talking. The doorbell rang again so I went and opened the door to Captain Picard and Seven of Nine, a.k.a. Oscar and Ellie.

“Wow Esther,” Oscar said, “you look amazing, are we going to hunt you down and ravish that amazing body of yours later?”

“If you are lucky Oscar, welcome, come on in. Ellie you look amazing, you do realize that that grey catsuit is a bit see-through and that I can see everything don’t you?”

“Yeah, I wanted one that felt very soft and this fine mesh is just that. I doubt that any of the guys will complain about it being see-through. Oscar said that he couldn’t ever see any evidence that Seven of Nine wore any underwear so here I am. Besides, they’ll spent all their time looking at you. Was that outfit your idea or Dylan’s?”

“Dylan’s, but he knows me so well, I really like it.”

I led Oscar and Ellie into the kitchen, took another gulp of my wine then went to answer the doorbell again. This time it was Darth Vader and Princess Leia, a.k.a. TC and Daisy.

“Bloody hell Esther,” Daisy said, “I thought that my outfit was revealing. TC loves that he can see my tits under these swirly things, and see my slit when he stands beside me, but your outfit covers nothing.”

“It covers part of my butt. I seem to remember that the fabric that hung down the front of Carrie Fisher’s outfit was wider than yours?”

“It was s lot wider to start off with but TC kept getting me to cut some more off it. It’s only 3 centimetres wide now. TC couldn’t keep his hands off my pussy on the way over here.”

“Come on in, you must be hot in that helmet TC, and watch where you’re sticking that lightsaber.”

“Which helmet are you talking about Esther?” TC replied, “Do you think that this lightsaber would make a good dildo?”

“TC stop it.” Daisy said as she thumped his arm.

“Sorry,” TC replied, “I guess it’s too early to talk about dildos.”

TC got another thump to his arm and I smiled at the thought of a lightsaber lighting up my insides.


More people arrived and I was very impressed with all the fancy dress outfits. Apart those that I’ve already mentioned, Fred Flintstone and Wilma, Adam and Eve, Barbie and Ken, a Doctor and Nurse, a North American Indian and a Squaw, a Hawaiian beach party couple and a handful of unimaginatively clothed people arrived.

Tracey, the Hawaiian girl, was only wearing a grass skirt and 2 half coconuts that looked painful and although my outfit was definitely the briefest, all the girls there were wearing very skimpy outfits that frequently revealed the skin and ‘interesting’ bits under them.


The party progressed much the same as Lucy’s and Tom’s party although there were lots of accidental and not so accidental flashing going on with none of the girls getting upset.

I was really enjoying being virtually naked with all those clothed people around me.

Just as Dylan invited everyone to tuck-in to the food that we’d got ready, Dylan’s brother, John, and a couple of his mates arrived.

“Bloody hell Esther,” John said when I opened the door, “I knew that you weren’t exactly shy about your body, and of course I’ve seen the photographs that you and Dylan have up on the walls, but I never expected you to be naked.”

“I’m not quite naked John, I’ve got this mask and this tail on.”

“Like they make any difference. I have to say that you look better in the flesh Esther. You know I would never have expected you to change like you have, you look amazing.”

“Thank you John, and who are these two?” I replied looking at John’s mates.

“Sorry, this is Mick and Sam. Earth to Mick and Sam, this is Esther, my sister in-law.”

“Oh, sorry,” Sam said as he shook his head, “you said that she wasn’t the shy type John, but bloody hell man, this is awesome.”

“Relax guys.” I said, “it’s only a girl’s body, you must have seen one before.”

“Not like yours Esther.” Mick said.

“Come inside guys, I’ll show you where the booze is.” I said as I smiled and turned and went inside.

I then led the 3 guys into the kitchen and left them to get their own drinks. As I went back to Dylan I looked back at the 3 guys and saw that they were more interested in staring at the scantily clad girls that were in the kitchen rather than getting a drink.


The party continued for about another hour or so and I was enjoying the attention that I was getting. I was also enjoying watching the guys drooling over the amount of visible girl flesh that normally isn’t exposed.

Both Dylan and I had had enough alcohol to make us happy and Dylan danced behind me with his hands around me fondling my little tits and sometimes letting his hands go down to my pussy. I wasn’t the only girl that was getting consensually groped and everyone appeared to be quite happy.


At the end of one music track Dylan switched the music off and announced,

“Okay everyone, last week at Tom and Lucy’s party we had a finger fucking competition and you might be disappointed that we are not going to have a repeat of that.”

Dylan paused for a couple of seconds as I heard a few groans. Then he continued,

“However, tonight we are going to have a pussy eating competition.”

After a second of shock I cheered, just like quite a few other people were doing.

“Not wanting to risk any damage to any of the amazing outfits that you girls are wearing, any girl who wants to get her pussy eaten should take her fancy dress outfit off and come over to the tables.”

There was another deadly silence for a few seconds before Lucy, Ellie and Daisy were the first girls to start stripping. Within seconds just about all the girls there were stripping.

“Wow,” Dylan said, “I wasn’t expecting so many. I’m going to have to change the format of the game. Firstly guys, please can you clear the tables, including the kitchen table and bring it in here. Next ladies, would you like to put your bare butts on the edge of the tables and lean back. If there isn’t enough room on all the tables you can use the sofa and arm chairs.”

I’d pulled the butt plug out and removed the fox’s mask (which I was happy to get rid of), and as I looked around I saw around a dozen naked girls moving to the tables. I also saw a lot of drooling guys, especially Dylan’s brother and his mates Mick and Sam and I wondered if they were still virgins. I grabbed a place on the sofa between Lucy and Ellie.

When all the girls were settled, most with their legs spread wide ready. I looked around and saw that with the exception of one girl. There wasn’t a pubic hair in sight and that one girl only had a few short ones in a line from her slit to her navel.

Dylan announced the rules.

“Right guys, when I say so go and go and stand in front of a girl. If all the girls are taken don’t worry, your chance will come. I’ll do the timings and when I blow my whistle you have one minute of pussy eating. The whistle will be blown when your minute is up, Then I want you guys to move to the girl on your right and wait for the whistle to start eating that girl’s pussy.

Guys, the gap between your desert courses will be 3 minutes which will give the girls time to cool down a bit.”

Ellie spoke up,

“Can you make that 3 minutes just 1 minute please Dylan, I’ll have gone off the boil by the time 3 minutes is up?”

“Sorry Ellie, that’s the whole idea. Three minute gaps will delay you cumming and give the guys time to get round as many girls as possible. We’re not looking for the best pussy eater tonight, we’re looking for the girl who cums first and the girl who cums the most times. If a girl decides that she can’t take any more she can just close her legs. We’ll keep going until all girls have cum at least once.”

Ellie spoke up again,

“When we’ve all cum can we reverse the roles so that the girls can give the guys blowjobs?”

“I hadn’t thought of that Ellie but it’s a great idea. Let’s see how the first game goes. Okay girls and guys, are you ready?”

Dylan blew the whistle and the guy in front of me (Leo) dropped to his knees and leant forwards to my pussy that was already wet with anticipation. I gasped a little as Leo’s tongue touched my pussy. Just as I was starting to think that Leo knew what he was doing, the whistle blew and I cursed Dylan and thought that one minute of pussy eating just isn’t enough.

I turned my head to Lucy and said,

“These 3 minute breaks are going to be a killer, I’m going to give Dylan hell later.”

“You mean that you’re going to fuck his brains out Esther.” Lucy replied.

“That as well.”


The 3 minute break just about killed the arousal that Leo had started but Jacob managed to start my motor running again during his one minute eating my pussy. When the whistle blew for the second 3 minute break to start I groaned in disappointment. I also heard a couple of other girls groan.

As I looked around at the girls legs that were spread and up in the air I also saw that all the guys were looking down at the nearest pussy. I saw lots of bulges and one guy rubbing his cock over his trousers and also quite a few phones being held up.

My arousal didn’t recede as much during that break, nor the next ones, in fact it was slowly building but teasing then withdrawing is only good for so long and some of the girls were trying to get Dylan to blow the whistle long before the 3 minutes was up.


It was Daisy who was the first to shout after around the sixth guy had had his one minute of my desert.

“OH FUCK, I’M GONNA CUM.”

“Oh, oh, ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Daisy had just about returned to normal when the whistle blew for the next round of deserts for the guys.

I looked up and saw that it was one of Dylan’s brother John’s mates, Sam, and I somehow managed to say,

“Remember Sam, what happens at these parties stays at these parties so no posting of photos or videos on the internet.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say Esther.”

The whistle blew and Sam tucked into his next desert.

By then I was getting close to the edge but when I looked up at the next guy I saw that it was Dylan’s brother John who said,

“I’m going to enjoy this sister in-law. Is this incest.”

“Who cares?” I replied just before the whistle blew.

I don’t know if Dylan had been giving John tips on how to be a good pussy eater, or if it was in the family genes, but John’s tongue on my G-spot, his left hand on my right tit and his right hand rubbing my clit, quickly took me over the edge and I screamed,

“OH FUCK!”

My body started jerking and shaking but John somehow managed to keep going until the minute was up. Something that Dylan is also good at doing, but because of the whistle John couldn’t keep going and take me to multiple orgasms like Dylan does.

I somehow managed to register the smile on John’s wet face as he stood up and moved in front of Ellie who looked like she was annoyed with Dylan for blowing the whistle.


On it went as one by one, every girl announced that she was cumming and some of the girls. Including me, let it be known that we were cumming again. Just as I orgasmed for the sixth time and the whistle blow, I heard Dylan announce that the ‘competition’ was over and that all 15 guys had had 2 deserts from each pussy.

“Jeez,” I thought, “have I really had my pussy eaten by 15 guys, twice!”

As my latest orgasm subsided I took stock of my pussy and was pleased that it wasn’t sore. As I got to my feet Dylan came over to me and asked if I was okay.

“Hell yeah, that was awesome.”

Dylan kissed me then turned and asked the girls to put a hand in the air if the guys had given them an orgasm.

All the girls hands went up.

“Good,” Dylan said, “it was all worth while then. Now keep your hand up if you had 2 orgasms.”

Only one girl took her hand down.

“Keep your hand up if you had 3 orgasms.”

Four hands went down.

This went on and soon it was only Daisy and me with our hands still up in the air.

“Keep your hand up if you had 7 orgasms.” Dylan said.

I took my hand down and Daisy was declared the winner. As the cheers died down, Ellie spoke up,

“What about a blowjob competition?”

Dylan thought for a second then asked,

“Who would like to take part on a blowjob competition?”

The only person in the room who didn’t have a hand in the air was Dylan. He laughed then said,

“Okay, let’s have a 10 minute break to get a drink, and to see if some of the hard-ons in the room will go down. It will also give me a chance to work out how we’re going to do this. I’ll blow the whistle in about 10, and hey girls, don’t bother putting your clothes on yet, whatever I think of will be better if you are still naked and there will be less chance of your costumes getting jizz all over them.”

Dylan grabbed a couple of bottles of beer out of the fridge and came over to me. Giving me one he again asked if I was okay.

“Hell yes,” I replied. “all these guys looking at my naked body really turns me on.”

“Good, after everyone has left I’m going to fuck your brains out until the sun comes up.”

“Let’s hope that it’s a cloudy day then.” I replied.

Dylan smiled but I could see that his brain was deep in thought.


Oscar came over to us and said,

“Great idea a pussy eating competition Dylan. A great way to get the girls naked.”

“Thanks Cap. You just gave me an idea.” Dylan replied then blew the whistle.

Going back into the Lounge he announced,

“Right guys, if you want a naked girl to give you a blowjob stand in a circle facing out and drop those kecks. Ladies, those of you who want some cocks in your mouth go and stand in front of a guy.”

They did and as Dylan expected there were more guys than girls so Dylan got the girls to shuffle so that there was no 2 guys side by side without a girl standing in front of them.

“Now ladies, I see that there are a couple of girls stood in front of their man so ladies, please move clockwise 2 guys.”

They did.

“Right, similar timings to the pussy eating. Girls, when the whistle blows you have one minute to do your best. When the whistle blows, get up and move one guy clockwise and wait for the whistle to blow to start on the guy now in front of you.

Guys, please let the girl blowing you know when you are about to cum so that she can tell you where she wants your load. When you are done you can pull your kecks up and go and get a beer. The winner will be the last guy to shoot his load over or in a girl.

Oh guys, I know that you’ve had blue balls for quite a while but please try to hold it so that as many girls as possible can taste your meat. Are you ready?”

I dropped to my knees and saw Oscar’s cock millimetres from my face. It was circumcised just like Dylan’s, but in it’s soft state it wasn’t as big as Dylan’s.

The whistle blew, my mouth opened, my hands went to his balls and Oscar appeared to get an instant erection.

“Oh that feels good Esther.” I heard Oscar say but I was concentrating on my tongue work doing just what Dylan tells me he likes.

All too soon the whistle blew and I let go of Oscar’s balls and backed my head off his cock.

“Nice,” Oscar said, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome Oscar.” I replied as I moved one guy clockwise and saw TC who said,

“I’ve wanted to do this ever since Dylan first introduced us Esther.”

“But I was a different girl back then TC.”

“On the outside maybe, but I could instantly see what Dylan saw in you, and we were both right, you look totally awesome Esther.”

“Thanks TC, how many beers have you had?”

“Not enough to keep that down.” TC replied as he looked own to his cock.

I looked too and was pleased with what I saw, a rock hard, circumcised cock about the same size of Dylan’s.

“So I see TC, it does look quite edible.”

After the 3 minutes the whistle blew, I dropped to my knees with an open mouth and got on with blowing TC. This time though, my left hand went to TC’s bald balls but my right hand went to my clit.

Again, the one minute wasn’t enough for either TC or myself to cum and I got up and moved one guy clockwise. This time it was Sam, one of my brother in-laws mates.

“Remember Sam, “I said, “what happens at these parties stays at these parties.”

“I know Esther and you have nothing to worry about.”

I dropped to my knees and looked at Sam’s cock.

“Nice.” I said, but what I thought was that it wasn’t as nice as Dylan, it hadn’t been circumcised and there were rolls of skin just below the purple end.

Again it wasn’t long enough for either Sam or myself to cum (I’d played with my clit whilst sucking Sam’s cock), and when the whistle blew I got to my feet.

“Thanks Esther.” Sam said as I moved clockwise.


On it went and it wasn’t until I was sucking the fifth cock that the owner, Tom, said,

“I’m going to cum Esther, where do you want it?”

Instead of backing off and telling him, I just sucked harder and Tom let loose with his cock in my throat. The whistle blew and I withdrew but Tom hadn’t finished and I got a couple of blobs in my cheek.

Tom’s cumming in and on me, together with my finger work on my clit, was getting me close to cumming, and I was still up there when I moved clockwise to the next guy only to find that it was my brother in-law, John.

“Oh my gawd,” I thought, “I’m about to give my brother in-law a blowjob. I hope that Dylan doesn’t mind.”

I looked around and saw that Dylan was looking at me. He could see John with me in front of him and he was smiling so I looked back at John. He too was smiling.

When the whistle blew, something made me suck harder and move my fingers on my clit faster and it only took a few seconds for me to hear John saying something but I was about to go over the edge myself so I didn’t reply, only suck harder, push my head further onto John’s cock and slide 2 fingers into my hole whilst frigging myself like there was no tomorrow.

John orgasmed first, closely followed by me. John withdrew his cock and stood there as I trembled and shook and was pleased that I was on my knees. I vaguely heard the whistle then I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard Ellie say,

“Take your time Esther, the guy on John’s right shot his load into Tracey so you’ve got nearly 7 minutes to recover.”

It didn’t take that long and when I got to my feet I saw that half the guys had gone.

“I guess that us girls being naked and them eating us had left their blue balls ready to explode. No staying power some guys.” Tracey said.

I smiled and thought,

“Maybe, but Dylan can last for hours and when he does unload into me it doesn’t take long for him to be ready for more. I’m looking forward to him fucking me until dawn.”


Things got a bit slow for the girls but the remaining guys didn’t really stand a chance of lasting for much longer. I managed to have one more turn, sucking Harry’s cock before he too unloaded into my throat before we were left with just Freddie who hadn’t cum yet so he was the winner.

“Well done Freddie mate, but I’m guessing that you don’t want to leave things like they are?” Dylan said.

“Not really.” Freddie replied.

“Okay girls, who would like to help Freddie with his blue balls problem?” Dylan announced.

Most of the girls put a hand up, including me, but Dylan chose the 2 girls nearest to Freddie and said,

“He’s all yours girls, suck him dry.”

Daisy and Jill were the luck girls and they quickly knelt in front of Freddie and took it in turns to give him a quick suck whilst a hand from each of the girls played with his balls. When he couldn’t last any longer he shot his load over the faces of both girls before collapsing onto a chair that someone put behind him.

“Well done mate.” Dylan loudly announced, “and well done to all the girls, I hope that you enjoyed your deserts, now lets get active and do some seductive dancing with your partners.”

Dylan put some music on and came and danced with me. There was some lively songs and some slow ones and I could feel Dylan’s cock wanting to burst out of his Huntsman’s trousers. When we stopped dancing Dylan and I got talking to Oscar and Ellie and Oscar was making suggestion about special events and themes for future parties and Rugby Club events.

His first suggestion was a clit rubbing contest, similar to the Dylan’s pussy eating competition but the guys would only be allowed to rub the girl’s clit. His second idea was to make the annual Rugby Club’s Christmas Dinner a CMNF event. His third idea was to have a spanking competition. As soon as he said that last one he asked me if Dylan had spanked me yet.

“Yes he has.” I replied.

“And did you cum?”

“I did.”

“Esther also got spanked at my boss’ summer barbecue in front of all my workmates and their partners.” Dylan added.

“And did you cum in front of all Dylan’s workmates at that do as well Esther?” Oscar asked.

“I did.”

“Ellie likes being spanked as well don’t you luv?” Oscar continued.

“Yes I do Oscar, now don’t you think that we should go home now? You’ve had a lot to drink and you have to be up early in the morning.” Ellie replied.

“Are you going home like that Ellie?”

“No Oscar, I’m going to put my Seven of Nine catsuit on, I don’t want to get arrested.”

“Hmm, let’s go. Great party Dylan, Esther, I’ve never seen Dylan so happy, good on you naked girl.”


It was shortly after that that girls started to get dressed and people started to leave. Tom and Lucy were still there when the last people left, Dylan having told them that they could crash at our place.

“I’ll leave you 3 to get better acquainted. It’s your turn with these 2 beauties Dylan. I’ll crash on the sofa.”

“We have a spare bedroom Tom.” I said.

“Nope, the sofa will be great thanks, it will be easier for me to remember all the naked girls if I’m down here.”

Lucy gave Tom a goodnight kiss, him fingering her pussy whilst they kissed. As Dylan and I headed up to the bathroom I was a little nervous and I was still nervous as Lucy and I got into the bed, but as soon as her hands started roaming all over my body the nervousness disappeared and we started pleasuring each other. Then Dylan joined us and we had a great threesome that lasted for hours.

*****

[VanessaEvans]

Getting Married Set Me Free
by Vanessa Evans

Part 8

Day 22 – Sunday

For the first time since our honeymoon I didn’t wake up to the feeling of a cock sliding in and out of my pussy. Instead Dylan’s cock was sliding in and out of Lucy’s pussy. I turned to face Lucy and started kissing her as my hands drifted to her tits and her clit. Dylan and I made her cum twice before Tom arrived and got into the bed behind me. It took him only seconds for his cock to start sliding in and out of my pussy.

It seemed a bit strange being fucked by Tom whilst I watched my husband fuck Lucy, but I was sure that I was as happy as the other 3 looked.

It was nearly lunchtime when we got off the bed and after some coffee Lucy and Tom left leaving Dylan and I to tidy and clean the place.


That evening I got a phone call from Bethany asking if I was still interested in helping out at the shop. I said that I was but it depends on when because I was now committed to some things on some days of the week.

“How about Mondays?” Bethany asked.

“I’m free on Mondays.” I replied.

“That’s good,”Bethany said, “Monday is usually a quiet day and I was thinking of shutting the shop so that I could have one day off each week. Tell you what, talk it over with Dylan and come in in the morning if you are still interested.”

I quickly had a word with Dylan and then phoned Bethany back and told her that I’d be there in the morning. After I’d terminated the call Dylan said,

“That’s good Esther, it will keep you busy on a Monday and you can travel in on the Underground with me.”

“Not too close to me on the trains I hope, I don’t want you to put off any pervy gropers.”

Dylan laughed the replied,

“I could come up behind you and grab your bare butt under your skirt.”

“Hmm, that would be nice, especially if I don’t know that it’s you.”

Dylan grabbed one of my tits with one hand and my pussy with the other.


We had an early night and we both managed to catch up on the sleep that we lost the previous night.

*****

Day 23 – Monday

Dylan woke me the usual way and early enough for us to have a shower together before getting ready to leave. It looked chilly outside so I wore a denim jacket over the thin cotton micro skirt and thin tank top. My legs, right up to my waist felt the chilly air as we walked to the Underground station.

As we approached the crowded platform Dylan stood behind me and I pretended to ignore him but it was a little difficult as he kept lifting the back of my skirt and grabbing my bare butt. I kept looking from side to side pretending to look for the hand’s owner and saw a couple of youngish men looking at what Dylan was doing and I hoped that they were getting some ideas.

The train arrived and just as I hoped, it was quite full before we got on. I felt like the proverbial sardine in a tin with men in business suites all around me. I couldn’t see Dylan but I knew that he wasn’t far away.

It didn’t take long for a hand to start exploring my butt, firstly over the thin cotton, then under it. As that hand explored my butt I felt another hand on my front top of one thigh. Both hands were slowly moving towards my pussy, I wanted them to move quicker but I guessed that they were taking things in stages to see if I was going to scream and make a scene.

Then I felt a hand come from my other side, much higher, and it found its way into my jacket that I had unfastened when we arrived at the station.

By the time the density of people in that carriage reduced I’d had had my nipples squeezed and rolled, my clit rubbed and my vagina penetrated by a finger from behind. All by unknown men. I had got quite aroused and was disappointed that the train journey didn’t take longer.


Back on the platform, I felt another hand go up that back of my skirt then a split second later I heard Dylan say,

“Enjoy that did you Esther?”

“Yes I did, I’m looking forward to going to work at the shop every Monday. I wonder what time Bethany will want me to close the shop and what the trains will be like on my way home.”

“Don’t build up your hopes Esther, people tend to leave work at different times so the trains don’t get that crowded.”

There were too many people going up the escalators for anyone to see up my skirt and on the street Dylan and I kissed before we parted.


Bethany welcomed me and as we sipped mugs of coffee, she explained everything that she thought that I needed to know. Then about 30 minutes later a young man came in and Bethany introduced Lucas, her boyfriend.

“Well Hi there Esther,” Lucas said, “you look even more amazing than you do in the videos.”

I suddenly remembered the finger fucking that Tim had given me in the back of the shop.

Then Lucas continued,

“Esther, Bethany tells me that you got spanked at a barbecue, how do you fancy making a spanking video right here in this shop?”

“What, here, now?”

“Here yes, now no. I’ve this idea of a girl pretending to be a shoplifter, us catching her then spanking her over this sales counter as an example to the lots of shoppers that were here at the time. What do you think?”

“Can my husband come and watch?”

“Of course he can, he can be in on it if you want.”

I didn’t need to think about it and I replied,

“I’m in, when?”

“How about this Saturday, that will give me time to set things up.”

I was happy and after Bethany and Lucas had left my imagination went wild as I went through the possible ways that it could work.

It was late morning before the first customer came in, a girl a guy. It was obvious that they’d shopped there before because the girl didn’t hesitate when she found a dress that she liked. She gave it to her guy to hold as she stripped naked then put the dress on, right near the front of the shop.

She tried on 3 more dresses before deciding on the one that she wanted, then she put her own clothes back on and came over to the sales counter.

As I was nervously processing her credit card the girl told me that she was going to meet her boyfriends father for the first time and she wanted to make a good impression. I smiled at her and noted that the fabric of the dress was slightly see-through. As I looked at the fabric the girl saw what I was looking at and said,

“Oh, I won’t be wearing any underwear under it.”

I smiled and finished the transaction.


Bethany was right about Mondays being quiet and I soon got bored so I started trying on the clothes. After taking mine off at the sales counter I started browsing the racks totally naked. I think that it was after I’d taken off the fourth dress that I’d tried on, and found one that I really liked, and thought that Dylan would like it, the doorbell rang and I looked over to the door and saw a man who looked to be in his thirties and he was wearing a suit.

Not caring that I was naked in front of an unknown man I asked,

“Good morning sir, how can I help you?”

The man did a double-take when he saw that I was naked then replied,

“Yes, I’m looking for a dress for my girlfriend, I’m going to take her to a surprise diner and dance at a posh hotel tonight but she only came to London with jeans.”

“Will you be wanting a long dress then sir?”

“Yes, oh, and she’s a size 8.”

“That was going to be my next question sir.”

I led the man over to the appropriate racks and said,

“These are what we have in size 8 sir, I hope that you can find one that you think she will like.”

I left the man to it and decided to go back to trying on clothes. About 5 minutes later I saw the man holding up 2 dresses and looking from one to the other and back.

“Those are both nice dresses sir, I’m sure that she will like either of them.”

“Yes,” the man replied as he continued to look at both dresses.

Then he looked at me and I saw his eyes go up and down my naked front as he asked,

“I don’t suppose there’s any chance that you could try them on for me so that I can see what they are like on a real live girl?”

“We’re not very busy at the moment so I guess that I could do that for you sir.”

I put out a hand for one of the dresses then put it on and modelled it for him, imagining that he was a mirror.

“Very nice,” the man said, “could you try the other one on please?”

I was soon naked again and putting on the second dress. As I modelled it for him he said,

“That one’s very nice as well.”

“You have good taste sir, I’m sure that she will like either of them.”

“You’re right young lady, and I’m sure that I can talk her into wearing nothing underneath either of them just like you, I hate being able to see straps and underwear through such thin fabric, it’s a good job that she’s had her pussy lasered. Hmm. I think that I’ll take the first one please.”

I took off the second dress, put it back on the rack and took the first dress to the sales counter. As I was folding and bagging it the man asked,

“Is it normal for the sales assistants to work naked in this shop?”

“No sir, as you may have noticed, we have no changing rooms and the customers try clothes on out in the main part of the shop. Mondays are quiet so I was just filling the time by trying on some of the garments.”

“Well that’s certainly a good way to draw in the customers, I shall have to let my mates know about this shop.”

“I think that word of mouth is the way the owner has managed to build the business, it’s quite busy in here on a weekend.”

“I can see why, you don’t cater for the larger sized girls do you?”

“No sir, the owner doesn’t think that her designs would look so good on larger girls.”

“I can see why. Thank you young lady, I may just bring my girlfriend back here.”

“Thank you sir,”


The man left and I was feeling quite pleased with myself.


The rest of the day was quite quiet and I only got caught naked once more, but it was by 2 girls who said that they’d just popped out of the office to get a new skirt that one of them had seen the previous time that she’d been there. It was a very short skirt and I wondered if she’d be wearing it in the office, me smiling at the thought of working in an office and accidentally flashing the guys there.


Anyway, the day actually went quite quickly and Bethany and Lucas re-appeared late afternoon, Bethany telling me that it was great to have a few hours off with her boyfriend.


I left the shop telling Bethany and Lucas that I’d definitely be back on the Saturday to do a bit of shoplifting.

As I walked to the Underground station I phoned Dylan and arranged to meet him outside the station so that we could travel home together.

As I stood outside the station a group of rowdy young men came along. I turned my back to them, not wanting to risk making eye contact, and when they got right up to me I suddenly felt my skirt being pulled down. The thin cotton micro skirt was of the skater design with an elasticated waist so the young man had no problem pulling it down to my feet.

I wore no underwear so I was bottomless, on the street outside a busy London Underground station. I screamed and instantly realised that that maybe wasn’t such a good idea because at least a dozen people tuned and looked at me. My brain may have been working but my body wasn’t as I physically froze.

The rest of the rowdy young men quickly saw what one of their mates had done and started cheering and shouting comments about my butt and bald pussy. Within a minute Dylan appeared in front of me, squat down and pulled my skirt up.

“Oh my gawd,” I said, “what just happened?”

“You got sharked Esther, for an exhibitionist like you it shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“It wasn’t a big deal, just a shock, it’s never happened to me before. The next time I get, was it sharked you called it, I’ll ask the guy to take my top off as well.”

“That’s my girl, now let’s get home so that I can ravish that cute, little body of yours.”


The train wasn’t that busy and I sat next to Dylan on the long bench seat down the side of the carriage holding onto his arm and looking up at him as I told him about my day. It was only as the train pulled into our stop that I looked at the people on the bench seat opposite and saw the thirty something man that was smiling as he looked at my bare legs right up to my bare pubis. I had subconsciously sat with my knees a good few centimetres apart.

As we went up the escalator with Dylan in front of me I realised that I was very horny and couldn’t wait to get home to jump on Dylan. Our evening meal was a bit late that evening.

*****

Day 24 – Tuesday

After our usual weekday routine of Dylan fucking me from behind to wake me up and then another quickie in the shower, Dylan left to go to work and I thought about what I was going to do that day. It was my first day with James, my personal trainer, at the local leisure centre and I was a little nervous. Okay, James had seen me naked at my naked yoga class when he’d stood-in for Amber, but would he expect me to wear clothes for my training session, or would he expect me to be naked again.

This room that he said that he had at the leisure centre, would it be private or would there be other people there? Would it have windows that people could watch us through? And finally, could I go for a swim afterwards and what should I wear to go swimming. I guessed that the leisure centre wouldn’t allow skinny dipping.

All those questions and no answers. In the end I packed a bag with my shower things and got out the yellow, thong bikini that Dylan gave me on the first day of our honeymoon. Then I got out my white tennis style skirt, a white tank top and a jacket to keep me warm. It wasn’t time to leave to I went and cleaned-up the kitchen and did a bit of housework until it was time to leave..


As I got dressed I looked at myself in the mirror as saw that my nipples were tenting the top and that the hem of the skirt was just below my pussy. Satisfied that I might turn some heads I put the jacket on, picked up my bag and left the house for the short walk to the leisure centre.


James was waiting for me in the reception area and after saying hello, he led me to the room that he used. It was only about 4 metres square, had no windows, a huge mirror on one wall with a sponge mat in front of it and just 2 exercise machines.

“Okay Esther, today’s session will be exploratory for me to find out more about your current fitness and what you hope to achieve.”

I’d taken my jacket off when I’d entered the room and I saw James looking at the tents in my top. The chilly air outside had made my nipples erect and James looking at my chest had kept them that way.

“Esther, apart from the yoga that I know about, please tell me what other exercise you do and if you have any area of concern.”

When James mentioned the naked yoga my nipples and clit tingled a little at the thought that he’d seen me doing all those revealing poses at the naked yoga.

I answered all James’ questions then told me that he needed to check my muscles each time that I did any stretching or exercising. This was all new to me, but there again I had lived a pretty sheltered life until I got married, so I agreed, wondering just exactly what he meant.

Next he told me that he just had to make a quick visit to the reception desk and he asked me to get changed into my workout gear whilst he was away, telling me that next time I should get changed in the ladies changing room ready to get on with my workout as soon as I got to that room.

As James left I was wondering if I should have bought some proper workout clothes but it was too late. Anyway, I didn’t own anyway, so I took off my skirt, top and trainers and just stood there waiting, totally naked. As I stood there I felt my nipples and clit tingle a little, and my vagina leaking a little.

After a minute or so James returned and when he saw me he said,

“Just because you do naked yoga doesn’t mean that have to do these workouts naked Esther, you could have worn workout clothes if you had wanted to. The ancient Greeks may have done all their sport naked but it isn’t compulsory here. But having said that it is better that you are naked because it means that I can see and feel you muscles easier. Now, lets start with some stretching exercise, stand in front of the mirror and do each exercise as I tell you.”

I went over to the mirror and stood facing it with my feet about shoulder width apart. I looked at myself and saw that my nipples were as big as I’d ever seen them and my clit was in a similar state, clearly visible to James who was looking at me in the mirror.

James then talked me through quite a few exercises and as I did each one I felt his hands were feeling the muscles that were being stretched.

One exercise that he got me to do was the standing splits. As I lifted one leg high in the air I felt James’ hands sliding up my leg that was still in the standing position. His hands slowly went up and I gasped a little as they got to the top of that leg and touched my spread and very wet pussy. James’ hands lingered there for a couple of seconds, the side of one hand sliding along my slit and over my clit causing me to gasp again.

Without either of us saying anything, James’ hands slowly started sliding up my raised leg until he held my foot.

In an unexpected way I was pleased that James was lightly holding that leg as it helped me to balance which meant that his hands were on me for longer, but only a few seconds they started slowly sliding down.

As James’ hands again found my slit he again slid the side of one hand along my slit and over my clit, but this time he moved his hand back and forth 3 or 4 times causing my whole body to shudder.

“You have good muscle tone Esther. You should take up jogging to build your leg muscles.”

As James’ hands slid down I gave him a brief summary of my adventure jogging in the park but leaving out the fact that I’d done some of it naked.

By that time James’ hand were on my ankle. He had squat down in front of me which meant that his face was quite close to my pussy which he was definitely looking at. Of course that made it tingle a lot more and get even wetter.

After a couple of seconds I was pleased that James told me to lower my leg because I was starting sway a little and I knew that if I didn’t drop my leg soon I’d end up in a pile on the ground.

“That was good,” I said, “but if you’d kept me there for much longer I’d have fallen over.”

“Yes it was good Esther, as I said, you have good muscle tone, they felt quite firm. Okay, moving on, please lay on that bench please, we’ll see how strong your arm muscles are.”

I went and got on the bench with my shoulders under the supported bar, and looked down my body. My little tits had nearly vanished but my nipples were stood erect and proud pointing to the ceiling. Lower down my body I could see my bald pubis sticking up, then my legs. Not only were my feet on the floor but I’d instinctively placed them about 20 centimetres from the bench, my pussy was spread open.

There were no weights on the bar but when James told me to lift it I realised that it was a little heavier than a broom handle.

“Hold it there please Esther.”

I did and I felt James’ hands slowly slide down one of my arms and to my armpits.

“Did you know that your arm muscles are linked to you chest muscles Esther, when you use your arm muscles you are actually using some of your chest muscles as well.”

I didn’t answer James because his hands had found their way to my chest, and more specifically, my tits. I moaned as his hands lightly slid over the tops of my hard nipples. My eyes were closed and I was imagining that it was Dylan’s hands on my tits. He loves to tease me by lightly rubbing his hands over the tips of my nipples.

James put his fingers round the base of my little tits and gently squeezed them back into their normal conical shape before letting go and telling me that he was going to put some weights on the bar. As he was doing that I enjoyed the tingling in my nipples and clit, and the deep feeling of arousal in my nether regions. I was also looking at the bulge in James’ shorts and trying to imagine what his cock looked like.

Weights locked on the bar, James told me to lift the bar and I was surprised that I could easily manage to do it. With my arms extended James’ hands started wandering all over my chest again as he said,

“I can feel the difference Esther, this exercise will be good for you.”

I smiled and thought,

“Yes, and you groping my tits is good for me as well.”


James changed the weights to slightly more heavier ones and as he again groped my tits, my arms were straining and starting to wobble a little.

James spotted the wobble and his hands moved from my tits to the bar and told me to lower it.

“Good Esther, that’s given me a good idea of your arm strength and where there is room for improvement.”

“I don’t want to end up one of these muscle girls with muscles trying to escape their clothes.” I said as I looked and his bulging shorts with is hard cock trying to escape.

“Don’t you worry about that Esther, now, whilst you are on this bench let’s see how wide you can stretch your legs and how far back over your head you can get them. Shuffle down the bench a little please.”

“Didn’t me doing the standing splits do that James?” I asked.

“Partially, but doing it whilst laid on your back uses muscles differently.”

Even if I’d known that was true or not, I wouldn’t have challenged James as I was looking forward to spreading my legs wide for him again so that he’d get another great view of my swollen wet pussy.

“Okay Esther,” James said after he’d moved to near my feet, “spread your legs as wide apart as you can.”

I did, getting them about 90 degrees to my torso. As soon as they were there James’ hands went to my left ankle then slowly slid up my leg. I managed to bite my lip and stifle a moan when the fingers on his left hand stopped moving as they touched my pussy.

After a couple of seconds during which I wondered if he was going to finger me, his hands moved to my right ankle where I felt his wet fingers touch my skin. Then his hands slowly slid up my right leg.

Again I bit my lip when his fingers reached my pussy. I so wanted those fingers to slide inside me but they didn’t and James said,

Your muscles feel perfectly normal Esther, now can you lift your legs and try to touch the ceiling with your toes, still keeping your feet as wide apart as you can.”

As I did so, James removed his hands and I thought,

“If you’d those hands there much longer mate, I’d have cum all over them.”

“Now lower your legs and see if you can get your feet as low as your head please Esther.”

I tried, but didn’t managed to get them as low as I thought that Dylan had wanted.

James hands went to the back of my thighs and slowly slid up to my butt. The fingers of his 2 hands meeting as they met, right at my entrance.

“Keep going.” I thought, but after a couple of seconds James withdrew his hands.

“Very good Esther, now let’s see how strong your abductor muscles are, shuffle further down the bench so that your butt is at the end and spread your legs wide.”

I did, and then I watched James kneel between my knees and put his hands on the inside of my knees.

“Okay Esther, what I’d like you to do now is to try to close your knees whilst I hold them apart.”

I wanted to wrap my legs around James’ waist but his hands were too strong. I tried with all my might but I just couldn’t do it.

“Very good Esther, now we’ll try the reverse.”

I relaxed, James got to his feet and stepped back.

“Close your knees please Esther.”

I did, and James bent over and put his hands on the outside of my lower thighs.

“Now try to spread your knees please Esther.”

I did try, but James’ arms were just too strong and by the time he told me to stop I was getting a little frustrated with myself. At least it took my mind off my throbbing pussy.


“Very good Esther, now can you move to the other bench and get on your hands and knees along it.”

The other bench was wider and padded just as much as the first one and as I got into position I wondered if James was going to fuck me doggy style.

Again I was disappointed when James told me to straighten just my left leg.

As I did so I felt James’ hands slide up the back of my raised leg right to my butt where his fingers from one hand rested at my entrance again whilst his other hand went under my chest and fondled my hanging (not very much) tits. I resisted a naughty urge to push my butt back.

“Hold it there Esther.”

I did, and I felt James’ hand move down and up my slit then my butt crack.

Again I bit my lip but didn’t managed to completely stifle my moan.


After a few second James told me to change legs. I did, and James did the same as with my other leg.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that James.” I though as I bit my lip again.

“Okay Esther, leg down and drop your lower arms so that you are on knees and elbows.”

I did, and smiled to myself as I looked over to the big mirror and saw my butt stuck up in the air.

“Now raise your leg like you just did please Esther.”

I did, and James repeated his hands sliding up the back of my thighs. I had another moan to stifle when his fingers met my entrance again.

James told me to change legs and I don’t know how I didn’t cum when James’ finger found my entrance again. I was getting quite sure that James was doing that just to tease me.


At last my being teased ordeal (ha) was over as James told me to go and lay on the mat. However James did go and stand at my feet which had naturally fallen a few centimetres apart.

“Right Esther, just 2 more exercises then we’ll call it a day. First I’d like you to do 20 press-ups.”

As I rolled over and started I thought back and the only time that I could remember doing press-ups was when I was laying on Dylan’s stomach impaled on his cock. That thought reduced the rapidly increasing aches in my arms. What also helped was that James was knelt beside me and one of his hands was fondling one of my tits that got squashed each time that I lowered myself.

The last few were not very impressive press-ups and when I collapsed on the mat James said,

“Well done Esther. Last of all, can you do 30 sit-ups for me please? Put your hands behind your head and start whenever you are ready.”

As I started James came and knelt beside me then started smoothing his hands over my stomach. After I’d pulled myself up 4 times one of his hands moved down and cupped my pussy. It didn’t stay just cupping my pussy, the next time that I strained to pull myself up I felt a finger invade my vagina.

It stayed like that for 2 more sit-ups then the next time that I strained to get my upper half up I felt the finger bend and press on my G-spot.

Well that was it, after James had been caressing nearly all my body for so long I just couldn’t stop myself from cumming. My upper half fell back onto the mat, I started swearing and my body started shaking.

The orgasm went on for ages, possibly because James kept his finger inside me and pressing on my G-spot.

It was a long and satisfying one and when it finally started to recede, James withdrew his fingers and got to his feet.

“Bloody hell James,” I finally said, “do you do that to all your clients?”

“Only the pretty, young ladies like you Esther.”

He helped me get onto my feet then said,

“You did well Esther, your body is in a very reasonable state so you must have been doing something right. Keep up the jogging and the yoga and I’ll soon have you at your peak performance, assuming that you want to continue these sessions. I’ll also draw-up a workout schedule for you to follow if you want to do any at home.”

“Yes, Dylan can afford this session and I certainly enjoyed it so I will it be here at the same time each week?”

“Unless you want me to come to your house, and yes, I’m pleased that you enjoyed yourself.”

“I think that I’ll stick to coming her for now.”

As we each got our things together and I put my clothes on I said,

“I think that I’ll go for a swim.”

“Good idea Esther, swimming is also good exercise.”


We left that room together then parted, me heading to the ladies changing room. As I put on the little, yellow bikini that Dylan bought me I wondered if it would be too brief for the staff there. I remembered the first time that I put it on and thought that it was obscenely brief, but this time I thought the complete opposite. I decided that if I didn’t get asked to leave I would go shopping for an even smaller one.


I felt pleased with myself as I walked out of the changing room and to the pool. A male staff member saw me but all he did was do a double-take and I soon dived into the pool.
Diving in I started swimming lengths and after doing around a dozen I stood up in the shallow end.

It was only when I saw a middle-aged man staring at me that I looked down at my chest and saw that my bikini top was no longer covering my tits.

“Oops.” I said as I moved it back into place.

Then I lay back and floated for a while as I recovered the energy that I had lost swimming fast, then I swam to the side, climbed out and walked to the changing room. As I walked in I looked at myself in a big mirror and instantly remembered that the thin, yellow fabric gets totally see-through when wet. I could clearly see my slit, my areolae and dark, very hard nipples.

Liking what I could see, and suddenly getting a boost of confidence from my exhibitionism, I turned around and walked back out to the pool. Instead of diving back in I decided to go for a walk around the leisure centre to see what facilities they had.

I got a few double-takes from the guys that were around, which made me feel a little more horny, and one woman shook her head, obviously not believing what she had seen, but I did what Dylan had told me and confidently walked as if I were doing no wrong. I wasn’t even sure if I was dressed inappropriately for the place but I just pretended that I wasn’t.

I discovered a sauna and plunge pool but the sauna was cold. I also discovered another pool that was more of a play pool for kids and a couple of slides, neither of which were as big as the ones that I’d seen on my honeymoon.

As I walked back to the changing room I was a little disappointed that there weren’t more people around, especially young men. I had wanted to be seen but hadn’t been very lucky.


My shower and getting dressed was uneventful and I walked back home pleased with how my morning had gone.

*****

The rest of my week involved nothing new although I did have a number of wardrobe malfunction at my Wednesday evenings self defence class. I’d worn similar clothes to the first time that I went and Caleb did get me to help him with his demonstrations which frequently left me with my top open or my skirt up around my waist. Oh. There was another nerdy young man in the class who also couldn’t take his eyes off me whenever I had a wardrobe malfunction.


Amber was back for the naked yoga class and she gave me that knowing look when she asked me how my personal training had gone. I guessed that she knew what James got up to with his young female clients.

*****

Day 28 - Saturday

This started in the usual way and as we were showering I reminded Dylan that it was my shoplifting day.

“Oh yes Esther, you still want to go through with it then?”

“Yeah, I do, are you going to come with me? Maybe you could play the part of a security guard or something Dylan.”

“I think that I’d rather just stand at the back and watch to make sure that whoever spanks you doesn’t get too enthusiastic and harm you.”

“My hero. I hope that Bethany is going to get Tim to video it for Bethany’s website. Did you see that Bethany has deposited some money in my bank account from the first videos?”

“I did, and judging by the amount I guess that the public like seeing you get finger fucked.”

“I think that it’s all down to Tim’s technique, there’s nothing special about a girl getting finger fucked.”

“There is when that girl is a gorgeous as you Esther.”

“You always say the nicest things Dylan even if they aren’t true.”

“But they are true Esther, you are the perfect woman.”

“Have we got time for me to give you another blowjob Dylan?”

“We’ll make time.”

Dylan’s cock was already getting hard. He was probably imagining me bent over Bethany’s sales counter, so I easily managed to get my second breakfast entrée of the day.


I had to think from a different point of view about what I was going to wear that day and Dylan looked a little disappointed when I put on a mid thigh and with log sleeved dress. I wanted to be able to wear ‘stolen’ tops and skirts under it without them being visible


My dress didn’t stop Dylan from caressing my bare butt under the dress when we were standing in the Underground trains carriage but there weren’t enough people for someone else to get close to me and do it.


We got to the shop and Bethany and Lucas both gave me the thumbs up sign. Dylan went to talk to Lucas who was on the till. Shortly after we got there I saw Tim come out from the back and fasten 3 boxes to 3 different racks. I could see a small hole in the box nearest to me, the hole being on the sales counter side. Tim ignored me and I ignored him. As I got naked and started trying clothes on.

At that time there was only 6 guys Including Dylan, Lucas and Tim in the shop and 5 girls including Bethany and me. Four of the girls being in various states of undress as they tried on clothes and none of them looked as if they cared that 6 guys were in the same room as them.

Bethany came over and asked if there was anything that she could help me with, then she whispered,

“Wait until there are more customers in.”

I did, hanging around mostly naked as I tried more clothes on. It was around 45 minutes before there were enough customers for Bethany to give me a discreet nod which prompted me to go back to the racks with skimpy tops and ultra short skirts on. I took 2 of each then went to stand in front of one of Tim’s boxes, hoping that my guess at them being cameras was right.

Starting with the briefest of the garments I put one layer on, then the second on top of the first layer before going back to where I had left my dress and put that on. I got a funny look from one guy who was half watching his girl and half watching the other girls in the shop.

Adjusting my dress so that none of the fabric of the clothes below was showing, I picked up my bag and headed for the door.

No sooner than I was outside I felt Lucas whizz passed me then turn and stop right in front of me.

“Excuse me young lady, please come back into the shop. I have reason to believe that you are concealing clothes that you haven’t paid for.”

“That’s not true, where would put any clothes, look, my bag is too small to contain any clothes.”

“Madam, I can see that you are wearing something under that dress, please come back into the shop.”

As I protested, saying that I only had underwear under my dress, Lucas grabbed my arm and almost forcibly dragged me back into the shop and to the sales counter. As he was doing that I looked around and saw that we had attracted the attention of most of the people in the shop.

“What have we got here Lucas?” Bethany asked.

“I have reason to believe that this young lady was trying to steal some of the stock.” Lucas replied.

“No I wasn’t, I haven’t stolen anything, let me go.” I said.

Lucas held onto my arm as Bethany came round in front of me and pulled aside one of the lapels of my dress revealing the strap of one of the tops that I had ‘stolen’.

“Hmm, this looks very much like a strap that I made.”

“No, no, it’s mine, I was wearing it when I came in.”

“I don’t think so young lady, take that dress off and we’ll see if there is a sales tag on it.”

“No I won’t, you can’t make me take my dress off.”

“I could call the police.” Bethany replied.

“Like they care, shoplifting is a crime that they don’t care about these days. Call them but I doubt very much that they’ll send anyone.”

“Sadly you are right young lady so we have our own method of dealing with shoplifters, so are you going to take that dress off or are we going to have to cut it off. If we do you won’t have anything to wear or go home. I can just see you streaking around the streets of London.”

“No please, you can’t.”

“Lucas, it looks like you are going to have to cut it off, but be careful, I don’t want the garments underneath damaged.”

“Hey boss, I’ve only damaged one top out the 7 or is it 8 girls that I’ve had to cut clothes off, and that was only because she was struggling.”

“No please don’t, I haven’t stolen anything.”

“Excuse me sir,” Bethany said as she turned to face Dylan, “would you mind holding this girl’s arms whilst my security guard cuts her dress off?”

Dylan stepped forwards us and went behind me and held both my arms behind my back then Lucas picked up a pair of scissors and started cutting up the front of my dress. As the first skirt came into view Bethany said,

“That skirt is definitely shop stock, I only got those in yesterday and I haven’t sold any yet.”

By then, the scissors had reached the top of the dress and I decided to come clean. I looked around and saw that everyone in the shop was looking at me.

“Okay, okay, I don’t have the money to pay for this skirt and top but I really like them and I need something nice to wear when I go out with my boyfriend tonight.”

“Take them off young lady.” Bethany said,

“Have you got the money to pay for them?”

“No.”

“Take them off young lady.”

“No, please, how will I get home?”

“Not my problem, take them off. If you don’t my guard will have to cut them off and your punishment will be doubled.”

“No, please.”

“Last chance.”

“Okay, okay.”

Dylan let go of my arms and I started to take the top skirt off revealing the one underneath.

“You stole 2 skirts!” Bethany said, “you really are going to regret being so stupid. Take that one off as well.”

I unfastened it and let it drop to the floor leaving me bottomless.

“Now the top.” Bethany said.

I slowly took the top off revealing the last ‘stolen’ item.

“That’s quadruple the punishment.” Bethany said as the final item went up over my head,

Bethany turned to face all the customers and said,

“This girl was right, the police these days just don’t care about shoplifters so the shop owners have to come up with their own way of dealing with thieves. This girl is now going to experience my way of dealing with the problem. Young lady, bend over the sales counter and make sure that those tiny tits are touching the counter. Lucas, go and get the strap.”

Turning to Dylan Bethany continued,

“Sir, please can I ask you to do one more thing for me, please go round the other side of the counter and hold this thieves hands.”

“No please, I won’t try to steal anything again ever again, please don’t do this.” I pleaded.

“Too late young lady, you did the crime so now you pay for your stupidity.”

“No, please, don’t do this.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if you put handcuffs on her?” Dylan asked.

“And excellent idea sir, would you mind getting a pair off the display please?”

Dylan did, then he handed them to Bethany before going back to my head side of the sales counter and moving my hands behind my back.

As Bethany cuffed my wrists together she said,

“I have a feeling that this girl is going to struggle. Would you mind holding her shoulders down please sir?”

“It will be my pleasure, I hate thieves.” Dylan replied as I felt his hands on my shoulder blades.

I looked up at Dylan and saw his straight face. He didn’t smile when I winked at him.

“Spread those legs girl.” Bethany said.

I did.

“Wider girl, let everyone see the thieves pussy.”

I did, but at the same time I pleaded,

“Please don’t do this, I’ll do anything you want.”

Seconds later I heard a swish of air then felt the strap hit my butt. I instantly screamed then said,

“Stop, please don’t do that again, it hurts.”

“It’s supposed to hurt young lady.” Bethany said. “Continue please Lucas.”

“Owwwwwww.” I said and I tried to get up.

Dylan pressed on my shoulder blades.

“Don’t make this hard work girl,” Bethany said, “or I’ll have to restrain you even more. Lucas.”

The third swat landed and I again tried to struggle free, lifting one foot into the air.

“Okay, that’s it,” Bethany said, “hold her there.”

There was silence in the shop apart from Bethany’s heels as she walked somewhere. There was a short pause then I heard her walking back. Next I felt something on my left ankle then the same on my right ankle. Then a clicking sound followed by my left foot being moved so that my legs were further apart. Then the clicking sound again.

“That will keep you in place young lady.” Bethany said.

I tried to close my legs a bit but it was impossible, something was keeping my feet spread far apart.

“Lucas, continue please.” Bethany said and within a second my butt felt another swat landing.

“Owwwwwww.” I said and I tried to get up again, but my feet were going nowhere.

The next swat landed, then the next and I was soon feeling my eyes tear up.

A few more swats landed and my tears were dripping onto the counter. My butt was really hurting, but strangely, not as much as when I had been spanked at Dylan’s boss’ barbecue.

That didn’t last as more and more swats landed on my butt.

Finally, my butt went numb then a few swats later the tingling started and I hoped that Lucas was going to keep going. He did, and as each swat landed my arousal increased. I knew that I was going to cum but I tried to hold back, I guessed that I was hoping that if I held it until I couldn’t, then it would explode out of me in a very intense public display.

I was right, and after another swat I shouted,

“NO, NO, YES, OH SHIT, YEEEEEEEES.”

My body started shaking and jerking and I was sure that my spread and very wet pussy was leaking like a tap.


I don’t know how many times Bethany said it but I finally heard her say,

“Thief, stand up and turn around.”

Dylan had already removed his hands from my shoulder blades and I somehow managed to lift my torso so that I was stood on my very spread feet. Turning around was a bit more difficult because of the spreader bar but I managed to shuffle my way around, then I looked up at all the people who were looking at me and I nearly orgasmed again.

“Look at her everyone,” Bethany said, “embarrass and humiliate her as much as you want, come and get a closer look at her, study her dripping pussy, tell her that her tits are nearly non-existent, take as many photographs as you want. I’ll leave her there for 30 minutes then set her free.


Bethany did leave me standing near the sales counter but at first no one moved towards me, then finally one guy did, standing in front of me he said,

“Such a naughty girl, you deserved everything that you got.”

Then one of his hands groped my tits and the other my pussy. I gasped then said,

“Please don’t do that, I’ve suffered enough already.”

“That’s not for you to decide little girl.”

I felt a finger slide into my hole and just as it started to finger fuck me I heard a girl’s voice say,

“Leave her alone Tony, you can do that to me when we get home.”

The guy moved away and I felt disappointed, but not for long. It was definitely less than 30 minutes when I heard Bethany say.

“Sir, thank you for helping us punish this girl but I think that you should be rewarded in some way, how would you like to fuck this girl over the sales counter? I’m sure that the indignity of being fucked by a stranger, in public, will be a great deterrent to her.”

“No, please don’t. I’ll never steal anything again.” I said.

“Too late little girl, you did the crime now you’ll take the rest of the punishment.”

“This is rape, I’ll tell the police.”

“No you won’t, because if you do all the security videos will get posted online. Think how that would affect you for the rest of your life.” Bethany replied.

By then Lucas had bent me over the sales counter again. I guessed that Dylan was going along with Bethany’s idea because he knows that one of my fantasies is getting fucked in public. I’d imagined it happening on a stage with hundreds of people watching but a dozen or so in a shop was a great start. I wondered if Bethany could arrange for it to happen on a stage as well.

“No, please don’t do this.” I again pleaded, but in reality I was eagerly waiting for Dylan’s cock to penetrate me.

Then I felt it.

“Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

I managed to stop myself from adding.

“that’s nice.”


My husband rammed his cock deep inside me then started properly fucking me hard.

It didn’t take long for me to loudly cum and then for Dylan to cum as well, and way too quickly Dylan’s cock was sliding out of me.

“Let that be a lesson to you thief.” I heard Dylan say, then Bethany say,

“Right young lady, I trust that you will think twice before trying to steal anything from me, and to everyone else here, you now know how we deal with thieves. I’ve always believed that public humiliation is more of a deterrent than locking someone up in a box for a while.”

Then turning to the customers Bethany continued,

“I’m sorry that all of you had to witness that but shoplifting has got to be a major problem and the police are absolutely useless. They won’t even go to a shop when you dial 999 and tell them that you’ve caught a shoplifter. It’s costing us shopkeepers, and indirectly, you the customer, a fortune so we shopkeepers have to do something.”

Bethany then turned to me and continued,

“Stop your snivelling girl and think about how you are going to get home. If you don’t think of a way you might just end up in a police cell, the police seem to care more about public indecency than thieving. Oh, just one more thing, Lucas, please help the thief to her feet.”

Lucas did, then Bethany got a marker pen and wrote in big letters on my chest and my back, the word ‘THIEF’. Then she said,

“That should stay on for about a week. Lucas, please take her into the back and dry that pussy, I can’t have her dripping all over the shop floor.”

Lucas helped me up then also to waddle to the back of the shop. I never imagined how hard it would be to walk with my feet a metre apart.

As I waddled I looked around and saw that number of customer had increased, and nearly all of them were watching me waddle along.

Once I was out of sight of the customers Lucas started to free me and I quietly thanked him for his help. Then as soon as I was free I flung my arms around his neck and kissed him all over his face.

Tim came to the back carrying all the camera boxes and said,

“Esther, you were amazing. I know that you weren’t expecting for Dylan to fuck you but it just sort of felt right at the time. I’m sure that the video will be amazing and sell thousands of copies.”

“That’s okay Tim.” I replied, “getting fucked in public has been a fantasy of mine since Dylan took me to a nude beach.”

“Esther,” Tim said, “I hear that you have a friend that is interested in having one of my famous finger fucks. Is that right?”

“It is, Lucy, I told her about you and showed her the video of you doing me.”

“Is she as good looking as you Esther?”

“Yes, she has slightly bigger tits than me but apart from that she is beautiful. Why, are you interested in giving her one, so to speak?”

“Do you think that she’d be willing to have it videoed and put on Bethany’s website?”

“Probably. but I’d have to check that with her.”

“You do that Esther, give me your phone and I’ll put my number in it. Call me if she’s agreeable.”

“If she is would you give me another one at the same time? The last time was totally out of this world. It took me hours to fully recover.”

“Sure, but I’d need a rest in between you, my arm gets a bit tired.”

“That doesn’t surprise me, it was going so fast that all I could see was a blur. I’m sure that we can find some way to repay you whilst you’re resting.”

Tim gave me my phone back then got on with packing his video equipment.

[VanessaEvans]

Part 8 cont.


It was a while before Dylan came to see me and I was starting to wonder how I was going to get home. I had no clothes and the word ‘THIEF’ written on my chest and back. As I waited I got images in my head of me streaking down the streets of London and a policeman chasing me.

Eventually, Dylan came back to me, hugged me and said,

“It’s okay Esther, all the customers who saw you get spanked and fucked have left now. You can come out.”

“Err, what about the marker pen writing on me?”

“That wasn’t a permanent marker pen, Bethany tells me that it will wash off.”

“Good, but Lucas cut my dress off, you’ll have to buy be something to wear.”

Lucas was obviously listening because he said,

“Sorry about that Esther but it had to look realistic. I’m sure that Bethany will let you choose anything that you want for free. Have a look through those boxes, they’re stock that is ready to go out on the racks.”

“Thanks Lucas, I’ve never had any clothes cut off me before and as much as I like the idea of streaking along the streets, home is a bit too far to go, the chances of getting home without being caught by the cops are way too slim. Bethany was right, the cops really have got their priorities all wrong.”

Dylan and I kissed again then I started going through the boxes until I found a dress that I liked, and that covered the writing on my chest and back.


On the way out I went and had a quick word with Bethany who was quite excited. We left with the promise that I’d see her on the Monday.


“So you liked being tied-up, spanked and fucked do you Esther?” Dylan asked as we walked to the nearby shopping centre. “Have you ever seen the movie ‘Fifty Shades of Grey Esther, you’d make a great Anastasia Steele a.k.a. Dakota Johnson.”

“Who? And no I have never even heard of that movie. What’s it got to do with me being tied-up?”

“We’ll watch the movie and all will all become clear. You didn’t answer my question, did you like being tied-up, spanked and fucked Esther?”

“Yes, you know that I did, and the little audience made it so much better. I want something like that to happen on a stage in front of hundreds of people.”

“Your fantasy Esther?”

“Yep, still got it.”

“It sounds like I’ve got a challenge to make that happen. Tell you what, why don’t you make a bucket list of all your fantasies then we’ll see if we can make some of them happen.”

“I like that idea Dylan. Can we buy some warm clothes for me please, it’s starting to get a bit too chilly to go out wearing just a thin, very short dress.”

“That’s already on my shopping list. Maybe you could go out wearing just a warm coat then you can flash people.”

“Way ahead of you lover. I just need the right coats.”


We spent a couple of hours shopping, during which I didn’t deliberately flash any parts of my body, but wearing such a short dress I could have without realising it, and Dylan wouldn’t have told me unless there was an opportunity for me to turn it into a more revealing experience.

Dylan is getting very good at helping me to expose myself to people by telling me to bend over, or unfasten a couple of buttons, or whatever that would leave my butt, pussy or little tits exposed.

The stinging in my butt had just about gone when we decided that it was time to get something to eat and as my mother never let me go to fast food places I was still enjoying the food and the other experiences that I can have in places like that. The nearby McDonald’s offered such and experience and we went in and ordered at one of the machines.

My butt still stung a little when I sat on the cold, plastic seat but that soon disappeared when I saw the opportunities of people looking under the table. I sat lazily with my knees around 25 centimetres apart and with Dylan sat beside me I was offering a great view of my pussy to anyone who cared to look.

I didn’t look for any voyeurs but Dylan was scanning the area whilst we talked and ate. Each time that he told me someone was looking I put a hand to my clit and rubbed it a little. All whilst still looking at and talking to Dylan.

A couple of times, instead of telling me, Dylan put his hand to my pussy and flicked and rubbed my clit.

By the time we left there I was very eager for us to get home for Dylan to give me the relief that I needed.


We hit another couple of shops then headed to the Underground station laden with bags of shopping,

Again, our journey coincided with groups of youths going to a football match and I lazily sat on the bench seat, but with Dylan sat next to me. It didn’t take long for one of the youths to realise what he could see, but with Dylan sat next to me he restricted himself to nudging the youths around him and nodding my way.

Again, I wasn’t looking and it was Dylan who told me whenever someone was looking at my bare legs right up to my pubis. All this added to my arousal and when we got to our station I almost dragged Dylan quickly back home.

The bags and clothes stayed behind the front door and we fucked with me leaning back on the inside of the front door.


We didn’t do much that was interesting for the rest of the day other than me phoning Lucy then Tim to tell him that Lucy really wanted a finger fucking and asking if it could be on the Friday afternoon when she would be leaving work at the lunchtime.

I phoned Tim back and arranged for him to come to my house on the Friday afternoon.

The only other thing that we did was to watch the movie Fifty Shades of Grey. Wow, that really was an eye opener, so romantic, so sexy, the sexual tension was off the scale. By the time Anastasia was tied up I had decided that I wanted a Games Room filled with equipment that Dylan could spank me with and do all sorts to me. I liked the butt plugs and decided to wear mine more often. I wondered if I dared wear it for my personal training or the naked yoga.

As soon as the movie finished Dylan and I started making plans as to how we were going to change one of the spare bedroom into a Games Room. We also fleetingly discussed having a contract like Christian and Anastasia had but quickly dismissed it when I told Dylan that I loved him so much, that I totally trusted him, and that he could do absolutely anything that he wanted to me.

Then we went online and ordered the first things that we wanted in there.

After that it was bed for another amazing lovemaking session culminating in me falling asleep with Dylan’s cock still inside me.

*****

Day 29 - Sunday

Dylan was slowly sliding in and out of my pussy when I woke up, and after another amazing lovemaking session that finished with a shared shower I put some coffee and toast on.

Dylan and I sat eating, drinking and making small talk with me totally naked, just as normal.

Then it was housework. Amazingly, I’d neglected that task a bit and I knew that I was going to be busy for quite a while. Dylan told me that I’d been naughty and that I should be punished. I giggled and asked him if he was going to spank me and I was pleased when he said that he was.

Dylan got me to kneel at the end of the coffee table and then bend over it. Then he inspected my butt and told me that it was still a bit red from the previous day’s spanking but not red enough to postpone my punishment.

I giggled a bit again as I felt my pussy get wet and that wonderful tingling in my clit and nipples start again.

“I seem to remember that Anastasia had her hands tied to that rack thing Dylan, shouldn’t you tie my hands as well?” I said.

“Spread your knees Esther and stay right there whilst I go and get a couple of things.”

I did and the tingling got stronger as the seconds ticked by. It seemed like forever until Dylan came back and when he did I saw that he’d found some bits of rope and he proceeded to tie my wrists and thighs to the legs of the coffee table.


“Ouch.” I said when Dylan landed the first swat from his belt.

“Forgetting something are you Esther?”

I thought for a second then said,

“One, thank you Dylan.”

The next 4 swats landed and I counted each one.

“Are you okay Esther, do you want me to stop?”

“Keep going Dylan, I’m just starting to warm up.”

Fifteen more swats and I’d gone through the pain barrier and the pleasure was really taking hold. I knew that it would only take a couple more to push me over the edge.

Then it happened, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get rid of them.” Dylan said as he lay his belt over my back and headed to the door.

I felt so disappointed and also a little nervous,

“What if it’s Dylan’s mother and father, or his brother, or a neighbour and Dylan invites them in.” I thought.

I didn’t have long to wait and I got even more nervous when I heard Dylan say,

“Come on in, I’m sure that Esther won’t mind.”

I turned my head away from the door, not wanting to see who Dylan had invited to see me naked and tied to the coffee table and with a very red butt.

“Woah there, sorry, I didn’t know that I was interrupting something, I’ll go.”

I recognised the voice and stopped panicking. It was Oscar, Dylan’s rugby team captain.

“No need mate, I’m sure that Esther won’t mind, did you want to talk in private or can Esther listen?” Dylan replied.

I relaxed and tried to remember the times that Oscar had finger fucked me, eaten my pussy and had a blowjob from me, all with Dylan watching.

“Here will do, have a seat mate, just ignore Esther, she’s been a bit naughty and she wanted me to punish her.”

“Riiiiiiiight, no, what it is is that I wanted a private chat about my idea of making the Christmas Dinner a CMNF do. I know that I was half pissed when I suggested it but I’ve been thinking about it and I wondered what you thought about the idea.”

“I like the idea,” Dylan replied, “but maybe we should ask Esther, she’d be one of the naked girls. Esther, what do you think?”

“Great idea,” I replied, “and I’m sure that all the girls that were at our party will agree but maybe there are some partners who don’t like the idea. What does Ellie think about it?”

“Ellie’s up for it.” Oscar replied.

“Dylan,” I said, “can you untie me please? It’s rude to talk to someone when you back is turned. Besides, the moment has gone now.”

“Sorry about that Esther,” Oscar replied, “I rather like the view from here.”


“Well perhaps you’ll like the view from the front as well Oscar?” I replied after Dylan had freed me and I’d turned and sat on the edge of the coffee table with my knees about shoulder width apart, me facing Oscar and his eyes looking at my pussy.

“Yep, sure do Esther, you certainly are one lucky bastard Dylan.”

“Doesn’t Ellie show herself to you Oscar?” Dylan asked.

“She certainly does, but it’s always good to see another woman’s goodies.

“Would you believe that Esther was a virgin when we got married Oscar?”

“Having met her mother, yes, I can believe that, but I can also believe that she is doing her best to catch up with other girls her age who didn’t have a mother like that.”

“I am.” I replied, and as I was saying that an idea came into my head,

“Guys, after the Christmas meal, what do you think about having a clit rubbing contest? Guys doing the rubbing that is.”

“Oh I like that,” Oscar replied, “thanks Esther, I’ll definitely add that to the plan. It sounds like both of you think that we should we go ahead with the CMNF do?”

“What about the catering?” I asked.

“We always get a catering company in to do that for us?” Oscar replied, “I guess that I should phone them and see if having a dozen or so naked girls there would be a problem.”

“I’m sure that we can find a firm that will do it.” Dylan added.

“I think that you should sound out all the guys before you commit. I’m sure that the guys will know if their girlfriends will be happy to flaunt their bits.” I said. “Maybe get the guys to remind their girls that it’s okay for them to be naked in front of all guys, that it’s also such a turn-on for them.”

“Good idea Esther,” Dylan said, “we’ll do it discretely in the next couple of weeks.”

“Right,” Oscar said, “just one more thing then you 2 can get back to your err fun. TC’s Stag night and Daisy’s Hen night this next Saturday, you 2 are both coming aren’t you?”

“Yes we are.” Dylan replied.

“I don’t know what I’ll wear,” I replied, “I’ve never been on a Hen night before, what happens at these events?”

“I’ve not been on a Hen do,” Oscar replied, “but from what Ellie tells me is that they are great fun, lots of booze and the girls sometimes loosing their clothes.”

“I’m definitely going.” I said.

“Okay guys, I’m off, sorry for spoiling your fun.”

“I’m sure that we’ll have plenty more.” Dylan replied as he led Oscar to the door.


“Now, where were we?” Dylan said when he got back to me.

“Forget the spanking for now Dylan, just fuck my brains out and make me cum a hundred times.”

“Your wish is my command young lady.” Dylan replied as he dropped his jeans, pushed me flat on the table and lifted my legs high in the air.


After about 45 minutes Dylan was feeling a little tired so I asked him to go and get the magic wand. He did, then he brought me to 4 more orgasms before slapping my butt and telling me to get on with the housework.

*****

[VanessaEvans]

Getting Married Set Me Free
by Vanessa Evans

Part 9

Days 30 - 35

By that time I’d got a sort of routine planned out for each week. It didn’t fill all my time so I had time to start my Bucket List and think of other things that didn’t immediately spring to mind.

Monday

Mondays was helping Bethany in the shop. I’d travel into central London with Dylan, hopefully getting groped on the train. I was lucky that Monday and I had hands on my bare butt and pussy, and a finger inside me for a while, but no one groped my tits. I wondered if the gropers thought that my little tits weren’t big enough to grope.

The shop was as quiet as the previous Monday and I didn’t get the chance to let any customers see me naked. I also didn’t get the chance to model any clothes for a guy.

What I did get was, as I was browsing the racks I found some long dresses and skirts that I hadn’t seen before. I tried one of each on and was very pleased with what I found.

The skirt had a 25 centimetre section where there was only the waist band and I could slide the skirt round so that I could expose a thigh, my butt, or my pussy.

The long dress was amazing, it was side-less from my right armpit right down to the ground apart from just one narrow strap at the bottom of my ribs. The top part loosely covered my tits but as I walked around the shop the fabric floated back exposing my front from thigh to the other side of my pubis. I smiled as I thought about quickly walking on Dylan’s arm and if it was windy. I also imagined me attending one of Dylan’s formal events wearing the long dress and having may wardrobe malfunctions.

I put aside one of the dresses and one of the skirts, I was going to buy them, but when Bethany and Lucas got back she said,

“I thought that you might find those, my latest creation, I’ve put one of each aside in the back of the shop in your size specially for you. I’ll get them and you can have them for free for helping me out.”

I was over the moon and couldn’t wait to model them for Dylan.

I had a great chat with Bethany and Lucas who told me that Tim was nearly ready to publish my latest ‘thief’ video.

Unfortunately, even though I’d worn a suitable skirt, I didn’t get sharked as I waited for Dylan outside the Underground station.

Dylan loved the new clothes and can’t wait for the next formal works event where partners are expected to attend.

*****

Tuesday

The Tuesday highlight was my personal training. I again met James in the reception area and as soon as we got into the little workout room I stripped naked before James said anything. He just watched me with a grin on his face.

“Okay Esther,” James said when I was stood naked in front of him, “I’ve got this training plan and we’ll just work through it each week. I’ll record your progress each week and in the future we’ll be able to see the progress that you’re making.

Each week I’ll check your muscles to make sure that everything feels okay.”

I looked at the sheet and quickly scanned down it. The last entry was ‘Kegel Exercises. My brain got an instant image of me squeezing James’ finger with my pussy muscles.

“Okay, that looks good, shall we start?” I said.

We went to the mat in front of the huge mirror and James quickly saw the fake diamond of my butt plug.

“That will help with the last item on the list.” James said as his hands slid all over my bare flesh.

The session went much the same as the first week but with James recording times and the number of reps that I did for each exercise.

As I was doing the press-up I couldn’t stop wondering if James was going to finger me when I did the sit-up. My arousal had slowly built through the session with James’ hands sliding all over my body and I really wanted to cum, If James didn’t make me cum I had decided that I was going to take care of myself after the last exercise.

Fortunately. when I started the sit-ups James was in the same place as the previous week and his hands were sliding all over my abdomen and genital area. After I’d dome a few sit-up James looked at my face and I’m sure that it was telling him to just get on with fingering me. My brain was silently begging him to do it as well.

I wasn’t disappointed and when I’d done half the required number of sit-ups, 2 of his fingers easily slid inside me and bent up. I started doing more sit-ups feeling his fingers rub against my G-spot as I strained.

It only took 4 more sit-ups to take me over the cliff and I flopped back onto the mat and started shaking and jerking. I could feel my pussy spasms and I was disappointed that James had removed his fingers.

When I returned to normal James said,

“You’re not finished yet Esther, one more exercise to go. I’ve added Kegel exercises on Amber’s suggestion. Not being an expert on female anatomy I’m relying on her knowledge and advise.”

“Oh yes, Kegel exercise. I’ve been doing a few of them with Dylan, he says that it’s better for me if I do them with his cock or his fingers inside me.”

“Smart guy your Dylan, he’s right, would you mind if I put my fingers inside you when you do the Kegels?”

“James, you’ve just made me cum with your fingers inside me so go for it. How many Kegels do I have to do?”

“Twenty please Esther.”

My legs were still spread wide and James was still kneeling between my knees.

“Let’s start then.” I said and I felt James’ finger invade my vagina causing me to moan a little.

“Try and ignore the pleasure and concentrate on the Kegels Esther.”

“That’s going to be difficult.” I replied and did my next Kegel.

“Try and hold each one for 5 seconds Esther.”

“I’ll try but with your finger there and my butt plug it will be a challenge.”

“You can do it Esther try again.”

I did. The only challenge was to see if I could do the 20 without cumming again.

I didn’t. As I was trying to hold my tenth, another orgasm hit me. I felt James remove his finger then he just waited for the orgasm to take its course.

“It’s okay Esther, it’s a perfectly normal reaction, no need to be embarrassed. Let me know when you are ready to continue.”

I had a little chuckle to myself,

“Embarrassed no, horny yes.” I thought. Then I said,

“I’m ready.”

James reinserted a finger and I clenched my pussy again.

Somehow I managed to do the second 10 without cumming again, but it was close.

When it was all over James was full of praise for me, telling me that I had done well and asking me if I’d be back the following week. I nearly said,

“Too right I will, I love the things that you do with your hands.”

What I actually said was,

“So do you think that I’ll be able to get my body in peak condition James?”

“Yes I do Esther, repeat ALL of this routine each week, doing a little more each week and we’ll soon have you in peak condition and able to keep up with Dylan’s demands.”

I wasn’t sure what James meant by ‘Dylan’s demands but I let it slide and told James that I would be back the next week. I put my clothes on and headed to the changing rooms to get ready to have a swim wearing the same bikini as the previous week. I took the butt plug out, cleaned it at one of the sinks then put on the bikini, not tying the strings very tightly.


I walked out of the changing room and dived into the pool without seeing anyone looking at me. After a few lengths I checked my bikini whilst still neck deep and adjusted it so that my nipples were just exposed, and that the thong bottoms were pulled to one side so that my slit and clit were also exposed.

Then I got out and walked towards the area that had the sauna. As I walked I noticed that there weren’t many people there at all. From over in the kids area I could hear a few screaming kids but I couldn’t see them.

When I got to the sauna I was pleased to see a towel hanging on the coat hooks by the door into the sauna and when I opened the door the heat hit me. I’d never been in a sauna before but I’d read that they were very hot, and boy was what I had read right.

I looked around and saw only one elderly man in there, sat at the end of one of the benches. He smiled at me and said hello as I went to the other end of the bench and sat on it facing the man with my feet up on the bench and with my knees bent.

“First time in a sauna?” The man asked.

“Yes, wow, it really is hot.”

“It’s to make you sweat and release all the nasty toxins.”

I looked at the man in more detail and saw that he was just wearing swimming shorts. He was also looking at me all the time. It was then that I thought about my bikini. Looking down I saw that my right nipple was still exposed but somehow the yellow fabric had worked its way up and was covering my left nipple. However, the thin fabric was wet and see-through so the man would be able to see my left nipple as well.

Looking down I saw that my bottoms were still to one side of my slit and I could see my clit. Since I got married either my clit hood has shrunk or my clit has grown because it always seems to be sticking out these days.

I ignored my exposure but the man was looking at what I was displaying and it was making me tingle.

That didn’t last more than a few minutes as I got hotter and hotter. I looked down at first my nipples and saw that, for once, they weren’t erect, just soft little bumps. Then I looked at my pussy and saw that, for once, my clit had also shrunk and was starting to disappear.

A few more minutes later and I had had enough. The man saw that I was starting to get overcome and he said,

“Go and jump in the plunge pool, that will cool you down.”

“That’s a good idea, if I stay here much longer I’m going to pass out.”

I swung my feet off the bench, got to my feet and had to quickly grab the door handle. As I walked out the man said,

“Don’t try to go down the ladder, just jump straight in then turn and climb up the ladder.”

I need to cool down so I did what the man had said and VERY quickly thought that I shouldn’t have done that. Moving as fast as I ever had, I climbed out and rushed back into the sauna.

“That was.” I started to say but before I could find the right word the smiling man interrupted saying,

“Exhilarating?”

“That wasn’t the word that I was going to use, but yes, I guess that it was.”

This time when I sat on the bench I only lifted one leg up onto the bench and left the other foot on the floor. As I leant against the wall at the end of the bench I relaxed and said,

“Wow, how come that pool didn’t have a layer of ice on the top? The water must have been below zero.”

“They keep it just above zero so that Ice doesn’t form. Did you know that the Swedish people have lots of saunas and they sit around naked in them then run through the snow and jump into the freezing Fjords.”

“Wow, I don’t know that I could do that.”

“Well you’re nearly doing the first part young lady, my name’s Pete by the way.”

“I’m Esther, what do you mean Pete?”

“Your bikini, it isn’t exactly covering anything, and what it does cover doesn’t hide anything.”

I looked down my front and saw that jumping into the plunge pool had dislodged my bikini top and both my nipples were exposed. What’s more they were as big as I’ve ever seen them and they were starting to throb. Further down, one of my labia and my clit were also uncovered, and like my nipples my clit was as big as I’d ever seen it and it too was starting to throb.

“Oh sorry,” I said, “I hope that I’m not offending you Pete.”

“Not at all Esther, if you want to be like the Swedish people then that’s okay with me. The sauna here is usually quiet on a Tuesday morning and I’m usually here on my own.”

“Really, it wouldn’t upset you if I took my bikini off?”

“Not at all Esther. It will be nice to have a beautiful young woman to look at.”

I quickly decided that I was safe there so I pulled on the strings and was soon naked. I left my feet one on the bench and one on the floor knowing that I was giving Pete a great view of my spread pussy and my engorged clit and nipples that were rapidly raising my arousal level.

Unfortunately, as my arousal level was going up my body temperature also was and at a faster rate. It was only a few more minutes before I was overheating again and I had to get out. The naked me went to the plunge pool and jumped in again.

Jeez, it was cold. Was it really good for a human body to go from being so hot to so cold in a split second. Again I quickly climbed out and almost ran back into the sauna where I saw Pete smiling at me.

“Feel good?” Pete asked.

“Ask me again in a couple of minutes Pete.”

This time I lay on the bench with my feet quite close to Pete but with one of them on the floor. I saw Pete staring at my pussy but I was too cold to even think about what I was showing. Then Pete spoke,

“It’s funny how men’s parts shrivel-up when they get really cold and ladies parts swell up and look to get very hard when they get really cold.”

“I’ve never really noticed that, I’ll have to ask my husband.” I replied.

I hadn’t noticed Dylan’s cock shrivelling-up, but there again I’d never seen him when he was that cold before. As for my nipples and clit, Pete was right, they had swollen to the biggest ever when I’d got out of the plunge pool.

I just lay there thawing out and after a couple of minutes Pete got to his feet and said that he’d reached his limit and was leaving.

After he’d gone I was warm enough to start thinking about my pussy again and my right hand moved to my my pussy and started slowly rubbing. Unfortunately, my body temperature was rising faster than my arousal and I too had to leave. I put my bikini back on and headed to the changing room, not caring what anyone who looked at me could see.

By the time I’d had a shower and got dressed I was feeling almost normal but I could see that my nipples and clit were still quite engorged, and they were still throbbing.


That evening, when we were eating, I told Dylan about my day I told him about James holding his finger in my pussy whilst I did some Kegels and that I’d cum.

“Lucky you, you do realise that he might tell you that doing Kegels with his cock inside you would be better for you. Would that bother you Esther?”

“Would that bother you Dylan?”

“It’s your body Esther, your choices, but if he’d be right, the bigger the object that your pussy is trying to crush the better exercise it would be, within reason that is, I doubt that you could crush a full 2 litre cola bottle.”

“A 2 litre cola bottle! I could never get one of those in my pussy.”

“You probably could if you really wanted to but I don’t know what that would do to your muscles.”

“I think that I’ll stick to cocks, and tongues, and fingers.”


Then I told Dylan about my experience in the sauna and asked him if his cock shrunk when he gets really cold.

“It certainly does Esther, not very manly but that’s the way life is, guys cocks shrink when they get cold and girl’s nipples and clit swell up and get really hard when they get cold. Weird isn’t it? Although guys do love seeing rock hard nipples and clits.”

“So I’ve noticed. Are you going to come to the sauna with me sometime, then I can see your cock when you get out of the plunge pool?”

“Maybe. Are you going to come and watch me play rugby on Sunday?”

“Do you want me to?”

“If the weather isn’t cold you can walk along the touch line flashing your goodies to encourage the team. A few of them will probably still have bad heads after the Stag night and will need some encouragement. TC should be having his Stag do on a Friday night not a Saturday.”

“You should get a plunge pool at the clubhouse Dylan, I would have thought that jumping in one of those would clear their heads.”

“Yeah, it probably would.”

“Okay, I’ll come with you, I can wear just one of my new coats.”

“That’s my girl. If you get cold the guys might let you share the shower afterwards.”

“Is that a promise?”


Some of the equipment for our Games Room had arrived that afternoon and I’d given the delivery driver a pleasant surprise. After eating and clearing-up we went and unpacked it. As we did so I kept imagining it being used on me.

Once unpacked Dylan set about fixing the metal rings to the walls and ceiling whilst I tried on the fake fur lined wrist and ankle restrains, the ball gag, the pink leather collar and the blindfold. When I’d got all those on Dylan lost interest in fixing the rings to the walls and tied me spread eagle on the bed using lengths of the rope that we’d bought.

Then he started using the tawse to sensually tease all of my body. It was a bit of a strange thing to not be able to see what he was doing to me and not be able to verbally communicate with him, but it was certainly turning me on. It soon got to the stage where I needed Dylan to fuck me but I couldn’t tell him. I sensed that he knew but was just teasing me some more to make me even more desperate for him to fuck me.

When Dylan finally released me I told him that I’d had a wonderful experience but that I really needed him to fuck my brains out.

He put the blindfold back on and led me to our bed.

*****

Wednesday

I spent some of the Wednesday doing what I suppose is called self bondage, only I didn’t put myself in a position where I couldn’t free myself. With the wrist and ankle cuffs on I tied my ankles to the corners of the bed and used my massage wand to drive me to a series of amazing orgasms. When I was working on my third one I had the idea of somehow getting the wand to be held on my clit without the need for my hands to do it. I had a couple of ideas but Dylan is more practical than I am so decided to discuss it with him when he got home from work.

Over our evening meal Dylan told me that he was sure that he could rig something up. His first idea was to fix one of the metal rings onto the ceiling directly above my pussy when I was tied to the bed and that the wand could hang from the ring and rest on my pussy. We decided to try that just as soon as we could.

Unfortunately that couldn’t be that evening as Dylan had rugby practice and I had my self defence class.

I again wore just a skirt and top that I knew would give me a few wardrobe malfunctions when Caleb used me as his guinea pig for each new move that we could use to disable our attackers.

Each week there appear to be an increasing number of guys attending the classes, and all of them are of the nerdy type. I’m starting to thinking that there must be a nerds forum, that the guys who come to the classes post stories of a girl who shows her pussy and tits at the self defence classes.

Just before the class ended Caleb told us that during the class the next week there would be a man there recording a video for him to use to promote his classes, and when the class did end Caleb came to me, and only me, and asked if I would be there the next week.

I thought about telling him that I’d been in videos that were ‘out there’ before, but I had second thoughts and just told him that I would definitely be there.

*****

Thursday

The highlight of that Thursday was the naked yoga in Amber’s class. She again gave me that knowing look when she asked me how my personal training as going.


On the way there I’d talked to Lucy about the upcoming Hen night, telling Lucy that I’d never been on a Hen night before and didn’t know what to wear.

“Oh yes,” Lucy replied, “you didn’t have a proper Hen do did you Esther?”

“No, just a couple of my mother’s friends coming round. drinking tea and talking about their husbands and the church,”

“You poor thing, never mind, that’s history, you can make up for it on Saturday. Maybe Daisy won’t mind having a shared Hen night with you.”

“But I got married a nearly 2 months ago.”

“So what, we can still celebrate it.”

I was a bit nervous but I didn’t say anything and we had a good yoga session. When I got home Dylan had been busy in our Games Room and I saw a metal ring hanging from the ceiling above the middle of the bed. I smiled at him, thanked him and told him that I was looking forward to our next session in that room, but right then I needed him in our bed.

*****

Friday

After Dylan had left for work and I had done the dishes, I looked outside and remembered James telling me that jogging was good exercise. The weather was overcast but dry so I decided to go for a jog around the park. Hoping that there weren’t many people there.

This time I decided to go wearing just my trainers and as I walked to the hole in the fence at the bottom of the garden I wondered if I’d get seen.

Off I went, slowly jogging along and I was soon out in the main part of the park. I could see a handful of people in the distance but they weren’t on my planned route. I find that the wind rushing passed my nipples and pussy to be very exhilarating and it wasn’t long before my hard nipples and clit were tingling.

I turned a bit of a corner and was confronted by a couple of scruffy looking young men. They looked like dropouts or at least people who couldn’t be bothered to get a job. I think that they were a lot more shocked than I was and I was passed them before they had time to react but I did hear,

“Fucking hell mate, did you see that?”

Of course I ignored them and kept going. I only saw one more person, a council worker who was emptying litter bins into a little cart that he was pushing around. When he saw me he just stopped and stared at me like he didn’t believe what he was seeing.

I was soon back into the wooded area near our house and I was out of breath so I started walking. Just before I got to our fence a Labrador came running up to me with it’s tail wagging. I’ve always liked dogs and cats but my mother would never let me have a pet so I stopped to stroke the dog.

I’d been talking to it and stroking it for about 30 seconds when I heard and elderly man say,

“There you are General. Whoa there, are you alright miss?”

“Yes, I’m fine, nice dog that you’ve got there.”

“Thanks, but what are you doing? You don’t have any clothes on, have you been attacked?”

“No, I’m fine, I’ve just been jogging around the park”

“Like that?”

“Yes, it’s very exhilarating and it does save on the washing.”

“But aren’t you worried that you might get attacked?”

“I was the first time that I ran around the park but at this time of the day there are very few people around. I take self defence classes and I only live just there.”

All the time that we were talking the dog was sniffing and licking my legs and around my butt and pussy.

“You need to be very careful young lady, there’s lots of unpleasant people around there these days. Maybe you should only go with your boyfriend or girlfriend, and don’t go on an afternoon because the park gets quite busy then.

“Thank you for your concern sir, I’ll bare in mind what you’ve said. I’ll be off now before I get cold.”

As I walked the short distance to the hole in the fence, the dog followed me but as I went through the fence the man called it back. I walked through the back garden looking at the houses around and wondered if anyone was watching me.


At lunchtime I got a phone call from Lucy to say that she was just leaving work and that she would be with me in about 30 minutes. I hoped that Tim had remembered that he was coming but at least I could show Lucy what Dylan had done in the Games Room if Tim didn’t turn up.

I needn’t have worried as 20 minutes later a car pulled into our drive and out got Tim. I went to the door and he was a little surprised to see that I was naked and he told me that he had a few boxes that he needed to bring in, but that he could easily manage them.

Lucy arrived and helped him with the last couple of boxes.

“So, Tim said, “just to be clear, I’m doing this to get some videos for Bethany’s website although I’m sure that I’ll get some pleasure out of it but not as much as you 2 girls.”

“So you are going to finger fuck me again.” I asked.

“If you want me to.”

“I do, but do Lucy first.”

“So where do you want me to do this, here or in your bedroom?”

“How about your new Games Room Esther?” Lucy suggested.

“Let’s go and have a look shall we?” Tim said.

I led the way with Tim following me up the stairs d I wondered if he was enjoying the view. When Tim saw the sparse room he said,

“Hey Esther, this is perfect. Have you got a couple of pillows that we can use, and a couple of big towels to stop the ned getting wet.?”

I got those whilst Tim and Lucy went downstairs for the boxes of cameras and lights.

It didn’t take long for Tim to setup the lights and cameras then he said,

“Okay, Lucy you’re up. It will be much better if you’re naked, that way you’ll get more hits. And no faking, people can tell.“

As Lucy was getting naked Tim continued,

“Do you need any lube Lucy?”

“I doubt it,” I replied for Lucy, “I’ve never known Lucy with a dry pussy. She just drips whenever she naked around men.”

“Esther! Don’t tell Tim all my secrets, but Tim, thanks for the offer but I won’t need it, and I never fake cumming.”

I spread one of the towels under where Lucy’s butt would be then she climbed onto the bed.

“Good. Okay Lucy, get comfortable then ignore the lights, cameras and me and just do your thing. Once you’ve cum I’ll move in and rock your world.”

“He’s not joking Lucy, you’ll think that you’ve died and gone to the orgasm heaven.” I added.


Lucy didn’t look at all shy as she lay back and spread her legs wide, her face looked like she was dreaming of naked men as her fingers got to work.

Lucy must have been thinking of orgasm heaven for quite a while because it didn’t take her long to say those famous words,

“I’m cuuuuuuummmmmmmiiiiinnnnng.”

As Lucy was coming down from her high I watched Tim check his cameras then get on the bed to Lucy’s right. His left hand moved to Lucy’s tits and started caressing them whilst his right hand went to her pussy and he used the ends of his fingers to move around her whole groin area. Lucy moaned a little, spread her arms and grabbed at the sides of the mattress.

“Oh fuck!” Lucy said as Tim really started his magic on her pussy.

I was stood at the foot of the bed between the cameras and my left hand had made its way to my right nipple and the fingers on my right hand were playing with my clit.

Tim’s middle 2 fingers worked faster and faster and they raised Lucy’s butt up off the bed. I could see her fingers clawing at the sides of the mattress and her head was going from side to side whilst her mouth was letting out moans and other sounds of pleasure.

“I’mmmm cuuuuummmmiiiinnnnngggg.” Lucy almost shouted but nothing stopped, if anything, Tim’s hand was moving faster.

Lucy’s butt rose higher leaving nothing between her feet and her shoulders touching the bed and her body shook and jerked.

Lucy kept cumming and cumming and almost screaming the sounds of her pleasure but in amongst those sounds was the odd giggle.

On and on Tim went and at one point I though Lucy was going to pass out as the orgasms hit her again and again. If she was like me it was just one loooong never ending orgasm.

I reached my own peak and had trouble staying on my feet but I managed to and as my orgasm receded Lucy’s kept going.

I wish that I’d started the stop watch on my phone because Tim’s arm and Lucy’s orgasm(s) seemed to go on for hours.

Finally, Tim stopped and withdrew his fingers but Lucy’s butt stay up in the air and she appeared to be still cumming. Minutes later Lucy let out a long sigh and her body dropped to the bed. She looked totally knackered but her pussy looked like she was doing Kegel exercises and she was giggling.

Another few minutes and her pussy relaxed and her giggles became less frequent. Every few seconds her body gave a quick shudder as another mini, after-shock orgasm hit her.

Meanwhile, Tim had got off the bed and was leaning against the wall watching Lucy while stretching the fingers on his right hand.

When Lucy’s giggling and the mini, after-shock orgasms got less frequent, Tim stopped the cameras recording and switched his floodlights off.

“Can I get you a drink of something Tim, beer, whiskey, coffee?” I asked.

“A glass of water would be good right now please Esther.”

When I got back and gave Tim the water Lucy was still having the odd mini orgasm and giggle but she managed to say,

“That was totally awesome, out of this world Tim, thank you so much. I’ll remember that to my dying day. Are you going to do that to Esther now?”

“If she wants me to, I’ve got plenty of memory cards.”

“Yes please Tim,” I eagerly said. “but first I need to pay you for what you have just done to my friend.”

I stepped closer to Tim and started unfastening his jeans. As the hit the floor I saw the huge bulge in his boxers. They too hit the floor quickly and I pushed Tim back onto the bed then I reached for his hard cock that was already leaking pre-cum. As I licked the tip of Tim’s cock I remembered the cock sucking competition at our party, but this time there was no time limit and I started devouring Tim’s cock.

Somehow, Lucy managed to turn over and crawl over. She was still shaking a bit and occasionally gave a little giggle but between her and me we managed to give Tim what I hoped was one of the best blowjobs that he had ever had.

Lucy swallowed Tim’s fist jet of cum then she quickly moved away and I wrapped my mouth round his cock just as the second and subsequent jets shot out. They all went down my throat.

Lucy and Tim relaxed on the bed whilst I sank to the floor. There was silence for a couple of minutes then Tim said,

“You didn’t need to do that ladies, seeing those amazing bodies was payment enough but that was the best blowjob that I’ve ever had, thank you.”

After a minute or so I asked,

“Tim, have any of the girls that you’ve finger fucked been tied to the bed or been blindfolded or gagged?”

“Yes they have, one girl, Carrie, insisted that I tie her spread eagle to her bed before I started. “The strange thing was, after I’d made her cum she wouldn’t let me untie her. I left her apartment with her still tied to her bed. I have no idea how, or if, she ever got released.”

“Would you tie me to the bed before you do me please Tim?” I asked.

“If that’s what you want Esther?”

“Yes, I’d like to try it, see if it makes me feel more vulnerable or more aroused.”

“Or both.” Lucy added.


Lucy finally got off the bed and I changed the towel because the one that Lucy had had under her was quite wet. As Tim changed the memory cards I got out the wrist and ankle cuffs and started putting them on me.

“Wow Esther, you’re really getting into this bondage stuff aren’t you?”

“What makes you say that Lucy?” I asked.

“Maybe it’s something to do with those cuffs and ropes and all those metal rings spread around the walls and ceiling. You’ll be telling me next that you’ve got a ball gag and a collar and leash in that box.” Lucy said.

I blushed a little and replied,

“Actually, yes I have, well not a leash yet.”

“Okay, each to their own Esther, can Tom and I borrow them sometime?”

Both Lucy and I laughed a little then I got on the bed and asked Lucy to do the honours as Tim switched his lights and cameras on. What followed was a duplicate of what he had done to Lucy, and to me and Emma at Bethany’s shop, except that my arms and legs were tied spread eagle and I couldn’t move them.


Just at the previous times I was left a quivering wreck, giggling and having mini after-shock orgasms.

The other thing that was different this time was that as the mini orgasms got less frequent. Lucy climbed on the bed and into the 69 position. As she was doing that I heard Tim ask if he could video us.

“I was hoping that you’d say that Tim.” Lucy replied.

In my peripheral vision I saw Tim take one of his cameras off its tripod and start moving around us. I quickly forgot Tim when Lucy’s tongue found my clit. I was still quite sensitive and her tongue quickly triggered another mini orgasm. As that receded I opened my eyes and was presented with close-up view of Lucy’s pussy which I quickly devoured.


Lucy brought me to 4 more orgasms whilst I only managed to make her cum twice before she rolled off me saying that she was knackered.

“Me too.” I replied, but my brain was still working.

After a couple of minutes I saw that Tim was starting to pack away his cameras and lights and I had a brainwave.

“What time is is? I asked.

“Near as damn it 3:30 p.m.” Tim replied,

“Good, can I ask you one more favour please Tim, and if you agree you can video the first part.”

“Tell me.” Time replied.

“What are you up to girl?” Lucy asked.

“In the box in the corner you’ll find one of those Hitachi Magic Wands and an extension lead. Could you try and rig it up so that the wand hangs down from that ring up there and rests on my clit please?”

With a smile on his face, Tim got what he needed and proceeded to rig it up whilst Lucy said,

“You naughty girl. I like it.”

Dylan had placed the metal ring on the ceiling in exactly the right place and I felt the business end of the wand stop moving around and settle just touching my clit.

“That’s nice.” I said, “You can switch it on whenever you are ready.”

Tim switched the wand on and then went for his camera whilst Lucy went to the power socket, gave me a mischievous grin as she switched the power on.

“Oh shhhhhhhhhh.” I said, “it’s a good job that I’m tied to this bed, I’m not going to last long.”

The wand was vibrating right on the end of my clit. Dylan had done that to me but he’d also run the vibrating ball all around my pussy and my tits but this time it was actually bouncing a little bit on my clit.

I could see Tim walking all around the bottom of the bed as he videoed my pussy from all angles. I’m sure that that sight made me reach my peak a few seconds sooner. The orgasm was a good one, but not as good as the one(s) that Tim gave me a short while ago. There’s something about having physical contact with a man that makes things at least one step nearer to cumming.

When my orgasm started to recede Tim gave me ‘cut’ signal but I shook my head sideways and Tim carried on videoing me as another orgasm started to build.

After my next orgasm started to recede Tim again gave me ‘cut’ signal but this time I nodded my head, Tim turned off his camera and Lucy turned off the power to the wand.

Lucy came over to me and started to release me but I told her to stop saying,

“Dylan will be home in about an hour and when he sees me like this I’m sure that we will have a great evening. The hour until he arrives will give me time for a rest.

“Esther,” Lucy said, “you really are a totally different girl to the one I met 6 months ago. But I like the new you a lot, lot better.”

“What’s that all about?” Tim asked.

“Let me get dressed the I’ll help you load up your car then I can explain everything as you drive me home.”

“Deal.” Tim replied.

I watched as Tim and Lucy packed all the equipment and transported it to Tim’s car. Just as the last of the boxes left the bedroom Tim said,

“Thank you Esther, I’ll email you copies of the videos and let you know when they go live on Bethany’s website.”

“Thank you Tim, that was an amazing session, I hope that we can do more soon.”

“Are you sure that you want to be left like that Esther?” (Naked, spread eagle, tied to the 4 corners of the bed with my magic wand hanging down and just touching my clit.)

“Yes, Dylan will be home soon and it will be a nice surprise for him.”

Tim left the bedroom and Lucy looked at me. She had a very mischievous grin on her face as she said,

“I’ll drop the front door latch and see you tomorrow slut.”

Then she picked up the blindfold and put it on me. That didn’t worry me but what she did next did. She went to the wall socket and switched on the power to the wand.

“Hey, don’t do that. Are you trying to kill me?”

“The worst that can happen is that you pass-out Esther. Think how horny you are going to be when Dylan gets home. See ya.”

“Nooooo.” I shouted, but Lucy was gone.

I heard the front door shut then thought,

“Oh my gawd, this is going to kill me.”


Of course it didn’t, but the wand teased me to so many orgasms that I lost count. Every time that I wiggled my butt to escape the torture the wand just settled back on my clit. It was a bit strange with the blindfold on. Whenever Dylan had fucked me in the dark I’d still been able to see a little bit, but when I was completely blind I couldn’t get any sense of anything other than what that wand was doing to me.

On and on it went and I was sure that I didn’t have long to live. My brain had been focusing on the wand and what it was doing to me and I didn’t hear the front door open.

It was only when I felt the wand stop vibrating that I realised that someone was in the room with me. Either that or it had blown a fuse. I was still coming down for my latest orgasm and it had taken a few seconds to register that the wand had stopped. The blindfold was still in place so I could see nothing.

“Oh Dylan, thank you, that thing was killing me.” I said as I felt a hand replace the wand and cup my pussy.

“I’m so sensitive Dylan. You’re going to make me cum if you leave your hand there much longer.”

The hand’s owner said nothing and I started to have doubts that it was Dylan’s hand. I had a vision of a burglar having entered the house and found me.

Then the fingers of the hand started slowly moving around. One finger entered me, bent up and started massaging my G-spot. I only lasted seconds before another orgasm hit me and as it started to recede I realised that the hand had gone. What’s more, I felt the magic wand rest against my clit again.

Then the power was turned on.

“No, no, please don’t, turn it off, I’m going to die.”

But the power stayed on and the wand started driving me crazy again.


I was barely conscious when the power to the wand was finally tuned off again, then the blindfold was lifted over my head.

My eyes started to focus and I was very relieved to see Dylan unfastening my restraints.

“You bastard Dylan, why did you switch it back on? You nearly killed me.” I eventually managed to say.

“Are you alright Esther? What do you mean? I’ve just got home from work. How did you manage to get yourself tied-up like this?”

I just looked at Dylan as he continued to release me then carry me to the shower. As Dylan was washing me, and thankfully avoiding my pussy, I was thinking,

“Had I been dreaming, had a burglar broken in and fingered me or had Lucy and Tim come back. Or was it all in my imagination? After all, my brain was suffering from orgasm overload.”

“Just lightly spray my pussy please Dylan, it’s sore and very sensitive.” I said when I felt Dylan’s hands moving down to my pussy.

“Are you okay Esther?”

“I will be after I’ve had a rest. Did you really not come back earlier and finger fuck me?”

“Do I take it that yours and Lucy’s finger fucking sessions went well?” Dylan asked as he avoided my question.

“Yes they did, I can’t wait to see the videos. I’m sure that you’ll love them Dylan.”

By then Dylan had turned the water off and was drying me. When we were both dry Dylan quickly got dressed then asked me if I wanted to rest on the bed or on the sofa.

“The sofa.” I replied.

As Dylan was helping me go downstairs and to the sofa I was looking round for any evidence that a burglar had broken in, but I saw none. Dylan lay me on the sofa and covered me with a blanket. Then he went and started the evening meal leaving me without an answer.

By the time Dylan had prepared the meal I had recovered enough to walk to the kitchen. When we sat and ate our meal I told Dylan all about my jogging and Tim and Lucy’s visit but I left out the bit that I wasn’t sure was real.


We had an early night and, thankfully, my pussy had recovered enough for another awesome lovemaking session before Dylan spooned me and we went to sleep.

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