Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 03 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 03

... 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 ...