1. Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 05


    Date: 5/19/2024, Categories: Fiction Exhibitionism Female exhibitionist, Written by women Author: vanessa.evans 

    ... saying,

“So you’re Esther, when Dylan was telling us about the girl that he was going to marry I imagined that he was going to marry a nun, and when I saw your honeymoon photographs I wondered if he had hired a call girls to pose for him, but they were genuine and here you are in the flesh so to speak, looking better than in the photographs.”

“You didn’t tell me about Dylan’s honeymoon photographs Henry.” Julia said.

“No I didn’t, but you can see the real thing now, she’s gorgeous isn’t she.?”

“Yes she is.” Julia replied, “I’m jealous.”

“Didn’t you say something similar to me when you first met me a year ago?” Lucy said.

“Did I? Well now we have 2 beauties married to my men.” Henry replied.

I was soon being introduced to all the other guests and it was obvious that most of Henry’s staff were young men and that they had younger wives or girlfriends. Also, most of the girls were wearing quite short and low-cut summer dresses. As we went round everyone I couldn’t help noticing that most of the summer dresses were made of thin fabric that if the girl was between me and the sun, I could see the shape of her body through it, and the bulges made by the girl’s nipples. On 3 of the girls I could see the shape of their inner labia lips hanging down, confirming that they weren’t wearing any knickers like, I suspected, most of the other girls there.

A thought crossed my mind, that Dylan would be happy that it was a warm, sunny day so that he could appreciate the ...
    ... scenery.

It was self-service for the drinks and Dylan got himself a beer and me a glass of wine, something that I’d never had before, then we started talking to the nearest group. It wasn’t long before the comments about the photographs and my slightly see-through dress started coming, all of which were complimentary, even from the girls there, and all of which made my nipples and clit tingle and my pussy get wet.

In a moment when the conversation was about Dylan’s work I reflected on how I had changed, and how different that barbecue was to the last one that I’d been to last year which was at my mother’s church. They didn’t even have any alcohol there.

I was released from my daydream by another girl there (Sue) who asked me if it was really true that until I got married I was a devout Catholic and dressed like I was one of the TV Walton girls.

“Well I don’t know what a Walton girl is but my clothes were horrible, my mother acts like it is still the 19th century and I’ve got Dylan to thank for getting me out of there.”

“You didn’t marry Dylan just to escape your mother did you?”

“No, no, it wasn’t like that at all. I love Dylan more than anyone can love someone, he’s amazing.”

“So are you rebelling against the clothes that you used to have to wear, I mean, you’ve gone from dressing like a Walton girl to wearing next to nothing, everyone can see that that dress is all that you are wearing.”

“No I’m not rebelling, with Dylan’s help I’ve realised that I ...
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