Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 01 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 01

... 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 ***********ed.

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 ...