Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 01 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 01

... 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.

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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 ...