1. Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 15


    Date: 11/18/2023, Categories: Fiction Exhibitionism Female exhibitionist, Written by women Author: vanessa.evans 

    ... but I’d ignored them, too busy keeping the glass balls inside me.

At our bungalow I walked straight one of the loungers and walked up it with one foot on either side of it. Then I let out a long sigh of relief as I relaxed my pussy muscles and let gravity help my pussy expel the balls.

“That was interesting.” I said to Dylan as I picked up the 2 balls then turned and lay back on the lounger.

“So you don’t want to hand those 2 balls in as lost property then Esther?”

“Hell no, this is definitely a case of ‘finders keepers’, I’m going to have some fun with those.

“I’m sure that James will tell you that they are great way of exercising and keeping your pussy muscles healthy and tight. Just don’t go too far and get to a stage where you can break my cock.”

“Oh Dylan, I would never do that. Come here and drop those shorts. My pussy wants to show you how much it loves you.”

“Aren’t your pussy muscles a bit sore?”

“They’ll never be sore enough to deny entry to your amazing cock Dylan.”

We again had to order room service because we didn’t want a break from our love making.

*****

The last few days of our second honeymoon were spent doing nothing different, mainly in our bungalow, on the beach or walking, me naked, back from the clothed beach after letting the current take us along the coast, and we were both very sad when we had to pack our bags to come back to England.

I chose to wear just a very short, cotton, flared skirt and a tank top for the ...
    ... journey home. Neither were see-through although the tank top did have 2 nice bulges on the front most of the time.

On the flight from Atlanta to Heathrow we didn’t manage to fuck but, with the help of an airline blanket, Dylan did manage to make me cum when I lay back on his chest and his hand came round my front and played with my tits and pussy under the blanket.

Occasionally, I lifted one of my knees up which put my pussy on display but I don’t think that anyone saw it.

Jeez, I wished that I’d taken something warmer to wear for when we got back to Heathrow. It was freezing both in Arrivals and even more so outside. My throbbing nipples were definitely leading the way.

The Uber dropped us off at home late in the afternoon. Dylan turned the heating right up and I went and got a robe before we went through the mail. In amongst the letters was a card saying that a delivery driver had left something in our safe place. Dylan quickly went and brought the big box in. It looked quite heavy and I helped him carry it upstairs with him refusing to tell me what it was.

In our games room he let me open it and when I saw the contents I said,

“Is that what I think it is? My pussy is starting to drip.”

“Yes, it’s a fucking machine.”

“Did you think that your cock needs a rest from fucking me so much? Have I worn you out whilst we were away?”

“Not at all, it’s just that my cock can’t fuck you 24×7, I have to go to work, so this machine can satisfy your needs when I’m ...
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