Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 12 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 12

... pies, coffee, brandy and other drinks. I looked at Jasmine and I realised that Jasmine was looking a lot more comfortable about standing around talking totally naked.

Even when others came over, men and women, and talked to us Jasmine didn’t look embarrassed. I wondered if she was like me and couldn’t wait to get home and start fucking our man. I wanted to ask her if she was as wet and horny as I was but I feared that that might trigger some embarrassment.

Some 2 or so hours after Jasmine and I had been initiated into the family people started to leave, and we got dressed and also left. We exchanged numbers with Jasmine and Ethan, promising to keep in touch and get together again. I so wanted to check to see if Jasmine had reverted to being all shy and reserved.

Again, my clothes never made it any further than the inside of our front door before Dylan and I were fucking each other’s brains out.

Our Second Honeymoon

I was over the moon when Dylan suggested that we go away for a second honeymoon, and even higher when he suggested Cancun in Mexico. I’d heard a couple of stories about that place during the Spring Break and I knew from my geography lessons that the weather in that part of the world would be good at the end of the year.

Dylan did all the booking and he did show me the gallery that the hotel website had and I couldn’t wait to get there to spend a couple of weeks of sun, sea, sand, sex and good food.

We both wanted a quiet fortnight doing very ...

... little other than fucking, sunbathing. swimming and more fucking.

A couple of days into the new year and it was typical British winter’s day, cold, wet and miserable when the Uber picked us up to take us to Heathrow airport. Knowing that it would be hot when we got off the plane in Cancun I didn’t wear, or pack any warm clothes and I was pleased that Dylan booked an Uber rather than going to the airport on the Underground even if I would miss out on the possibility of being groped on the trains.

The Uber driver asked us if we were going somewhere hot when he saw that I was only wearing a very short dress, my nipples telling him that I was braless. When Dylan told him he said that he was jealous. Dylan also lied to him telling him that his brother was house-sitting whilst we were away.

I finally relaxed when we were sat on the plane. Dylan had booked a window seat and the middle of three next to it. I was pleased when no one came and sat in that aisle seat.

It was a long flight to Atlanta and once the meal was out of the way and everything settled down Dylan decided that he wanted us to join the mile high club.

“How are we going to do that?” I asked, “The toilets are too small and there are too many people on the plane for us to fuck here.”

“We can do it Esther, snuggle up to me and pretend that you are trying to sleep, then after some of the cabin crew have seen you unfasten your seatbelt, sit on my lap and rest your head on my shoulder and pretend to be ...