Getting Married Set Me Free Pt. 03

Getting Married Set Me Free

by Vanessa Evans

Part 3

Day 1 in our new home.

Fortunately, we still had a few days before Dylan had to go back to work and we spent the first one of them in central London buying me a whole new wardrobe, one more befitting a girl my age who liked showing lots of skin, and certainly not including any jeans or shorts.

I didn't have anything suitable to wear the first time that we went shopping so I took a pair of scissors to the last of my old, mother bought dresses and turned it into a mini dress. Dylan liked what I had done but he still didn't like the fabric, complaining that he couldn't feel my body heat through it, nor see the bulges that my nipples should be making.

That dress was going to get left in the changing room of the second shop that we bought clothes in. All my other, mother bought, clothes were going to get bagged up and delivered to a charity shop.

As we walked to the Underground station I told Dylan that it felt strange walking the streets of London wearing so little and not looking out of place, that I felt as if I was being naughty.

Dylan stopped, turned to face me and gave me a long kiss. At the same time his right hand went between us and his fingers slid along my slit. When the kiss broke Dylan lifted his hand, showed me his wet fingers and said,

"Well there's the evidence that you are enjoying wearing so little in public Esther, I guess that the exhibitionist in you has well and truly surfaced."

I bent my head a little and sucked his fingers then replied,

"I guess that it has, and you know what, I'm loving every second of it. Girls are so lucky and I've missed out on so much. I never want to wear underwear ever again."

"You'll have to be careful if you're going to wear very short skirts all the time Esther."

"Why, I like other people seeing my pussy. Is that so wrong?"

"Not in my book lover, I love watching people's faces when they realise what they can see."

I'd been using the Underground all my life, even going to school on it, and never even thought about the breeze that rushes through most of the stations. Nor had I ever thought anything about upskirting. The clothes that my mother had me wear meant that there was never an issue, but as soon as we walked into the Underground station near my new home in that cut-down dress I realised that things were different.

I should have realised the difference when we came back from the honeymoon but I had other things on my mind at that time.

The breeze blew up the dress and tickled my bare pussy.

"This breeze is nice." I said to Dylan.

"Yes, I can imagine that it is, wait until we go up an escalator."

I realised exactly what Dylan meant straight away and my brain started thinking about Underground stations, breezes and escalators, not only on the Underground but in shopping centres. By the time we'd got to the platform my clit and nipples were hard and tingling and if it hadn't been for the breeze I'm sure that all of my pussy and inner thighs would have been wet.

As we exited the Underground in the centre of London I asked Dylan if I could follow him up the escalators. Dylan smiled and agreed but I never looked behind and below me to see if anyone was looking up my skirt.

The first shop that we went in was a big, chain fashion store and as we browsed the garments I was amazed by all the thin, light-weight and often see-through fabrics that ladies clothes are made of today. A total contrast from the heavy-weight clothes that I was used to wearing before I got married.

We selected a few garments and headed for the changing rooms, only to be disappointed that Dylan couldn't come in with me. Instead I had to put on each garment and then go and show Dylan. Each time that I went out there was always at least one other guy there waiting for their partner and I got turned on when I went out wearing a see-through garment that was intended to be worn over something else, but I wore nothing under them.

When I saw one of the other guys looking at me I took my time, even bending over with my back to the guys and asking Dylan if he could see anything that he shouldn't be able to. Each time Dylan said not, but I'd already bent over in the changing cubicle and looked in the mirror behind me through my legs so I knew which skirt was short enough for Dylan and the other guy(s) to see my bare butt and pussy.

We bought 5 skirts, 2 dresses and 5 tops in that store before moving on to the next store where we had a similar problem with the changing rooms,

Dylan ripped off the label from one of the dresses from the first store and I wore that dress when we left that second store, leaving my mother bought dress in the changing room.

Oh, we bought 4 dresses in that second store.

Even walking through the shopping centre in that new dress felt so different. It was so light that I had to check a couple of times that I still had the dress on and that it was covering my pussy. I also liked the fact that when I looked down at my chest I could just about make out the darker shade of skin of my areolae around my protruding nipples.

Dylan said that I looked amazing.

When we went up an escalator to the second floor with Dylan in front of me I was sure that the middle-aged man behind me could see my bare butt up the back of that dress and when I looked back over my shoulder I saw him quickly turn his head to one side. I smiled and felt a little tingle in my clit.

Then it was a shoe shop. It was one of those self-service ones and the only person who saw up my dress, that I know of, was Dylan, and with him standing in front of the seated me I could easily see the bulge in the front of his jeans.

We bought 6 pairs of shoes, 3 of them with 4 inch heels and 2 of them with 5 inch heels. Dylan told me that they would make me walk like a model does and show-off my amazing legs. They were my first ever pairs of shoes with heels more than 2 inches high, my mother telling me that only whores wore higher heels. I told Dylan that I'd have to wear them around the house to get used to wearing them.

Our next stop was a shop that specialised in Club Wear, Party Wear and Bespoke clothing for the more adventurous young lady. Dylan told me that he'd noticed that shop soon after he'd asked me to marry him, thinking that he'd have to try to persuade me to go there with him, and that that was where he bought the bikini that he gave me on our honeymoon. Little did he realise at that time that once I knew about that shop I would become a regular customer.

As well as 3 very short skirts and 2 see-through tank tops, we also bought another couple of bikinis like the one that Dylan bought me for the honeymoon and a very short, white dress that he said I could wear for tennis or other ball games. When I say 'very short, I mean so short that I could see the front of my slit and the bottom of my butt cheeks when I looked in a mirror.

"You want me running around in public wearing just this tiny dress Dylan, flashing my bits to everyone around me do you Dylan?"

"That is up to you Esther, although I'm sure that I already know the answer. It's the same for the leisure centre, I'm sure that you'll wear as little as you can get away with there."

"Thanks to you Dylan I'm sure that you are right. I wonder if I can get away with wearing just one of those fabric free G-string and bra sets that you are about to buys me?"

That shop also had a range of sex toys and I was a bit embarrassed as Dylan picked up some of the products and asked me what I thought of them.

"Interesting." I replied as I tried to imaging some of the dildos and vibrators inside me, those thoughts causing my bits to tingle and my pussy to get wet, again.

Dylan bought me a dildo that is bigger than Dylan's cock, a massage 'wand', and a remote controlled vibrator that Dylan could control from his phone. I had a vision of me sunbathing in the back harden and Dylan controlling the vibrator in my pussy from his desk at work.

One other thing that made that little shop so very different from the other fashion shops that I'd ever been in was that there were no changing rooms, the owner, a very friendly and helpful young woman called Bethany, telling us that if girls were buying the sort of outfits that she sold, they probably wouldn't mind trying-on the garments right there in the main part of the shop.

"You're right there Bethany." Dylan replied as he looked at me as I took the dress off in the middle of the shop and tried on the skirts and tops that we'd selected.

Whilst I was doing that Dylan was looking a rack of long (ankle length), black dresses.

"What are you thinking Dylan?" I asked as I struggled to pull up a denim skirt that was more like a belt.

"You're going to need at least one long dress for the formal events that I'll be taking you to Esther. When you've finished there will you try on a couple of these?"

A few minutes later I was stepping in to one of the long gowns. It was backless, had a very low-cut front that I was sure that if I bent a little my tits would be visible to anyone in front of me, and the dress part had slits up the sides, right to my waist; but it was too long for the short me.

"I can shorten it for you if you decide to buy it, it's one that I designed and made myself."

"Impressive." Dylan replied, "did you make everything on display here?"

"No, I'd need to work 48 hour days to do that, just the garments with a 'YLFE' label."

I quickly realised what YLFE stood for as I looked at myself in a mirror and decided that I liked the dress.

I tried on a similar, but slightly different dress then asked Dylan if I could have them. When Dylan said that I could he also asked Bethany if she could shorten them. I then had to stand wearing each of the dresses, in turn, and wearing a pair of the heels that we'd just bought, whilst Bethany measured how much to take off the length.

As Dylan was paying for all the things that we'd bought, Bethany told Dylan that the 2 dresses would be ready in 3 days. Dylan turned to me and asked me if I could come and get them as he'd be at work.

"No problem." I replied.

"You're new credit card might have arrived by then, if it hasn't you can borrow mine." Dylan said.

"So I can buy some more clothes then?"

"Exactly Esther."

On the subject of spending Dylan's money, I forgot to mention that just before the wedding I'd quit my job because Dylan told me that he earned enough for me not to work. At the time I was happy to go along with that just so long as Dylan didn't mind if I got a job somewhere along the line if I wanted to.

Dylan had told me that I could be a leisurely housewife spending all the sunny days sunbathing in the back garden and talking to the neighbours. On the rainy or cold days I could join some sports clubs, go to the huge leisure centre just a 10 minute walk away, or just go shopping.

When we left that shop we headed straight for home, both of us laden with shopping bags which meant that I couldn't have done anything, even if I'd wanted to, about the breeze in the Underground blowing the very light-weight skirt part of my new dress all over the place. My butt and pussy must have been on display at times but at the time I was more interested in getting home with those bulky bags.

Dylan had to sit opposite me on the train and he later told me that he was pleased that I hadn't crossed my legs because he'd really enjoyed staring at my pussy for most of the journey. I wondered how many other people had seen it.

The day had been quite exhausting but after we'd had something to eat Dylan phoned his parents to let them know that we were back from our honeymoon. They had a long chat and they talked about us going to visit them and them coming to visit us but no dates were fixed although Dylan did tell them that it was okay for them to just call in anytime that they wanted. After the call Dylan and I talked about them catching me naked and again Dylan told me that he was sure that it wouldn't be a problem.

I kind of liked the idea of me being naked in front of Dylan's brother and their dad, both being reasonably handsome.

Then it was time for me to phone my mum and dad. I was dreading mum inviting herself over. I knew that there would be a bust-up but I was trying to defer it for as long as possible.

It felt a little weird talking to my mum on the phone whilst I was naked and Dylan was playing with my tits and pussy but I got through it without feeling obliged to invite them over.

Dylan had suggested that I call my parents on a video call and I replied,

"That would be okay if you never want to see my parents again but I like my dad and don't want to never see him again. Besides, I'm not sure that my mother knows how to video call."

Then it was bed and to finish what Dylan had started when I was on the phone to my parents.

*****

Day 2

After waking up the best possible way and finishing what Dylan had started whilst I was still asleep, we went through all the photos that Dylan had taken and picked out the ones for our special wedding album, and the ones that we wanted blown-up to A1 size.

Then it was into central London again to find a photography shop where we could get the prints done, and to buy the frames for the A1 photos.

I wore one of my new, ultra short dresses and had some fun at the station and even on the train which was very busy and men were brushing against me as they got on and off. Dylan later told me that I should go on the rush hour trains where he'd heard stories of men putting their hands up the skirts of the girls who were wearing very short skirts.

I thought about that a bit and considered catching those trains once Dylan was back at work.

We could have got the smaller prints done on one of those machines but Dylan had said that we may as well get the whole lot done in one specialist shop. At the time I'd asked him if he'd suggested that so that a guy in the shop would see all the photos.

"That did cross my mind, you don't mind do you Esther?"

"Hell no, but make sure that I'm with you when we collect them, I want to see the guy's face." I replied.

That last part actually happened because when we went to collect the prints later that day. The guy in the photo shop kept giving me knowing looks as Dylan went through the small and large prints before paying the man. I could tell that he was imagining me naked like in the photographs as he stared at me whilst waiting for Dylan for finish. It really made my nipples and clit tingle.

When we left the shop Dylan said that he wondered if the guy had made copies for himself, then he asked me if that thought bothered me.

"Not at all Dylan, if he wants to wank every night looking at photos of me naked then good luck to him. Do you think that he might put some of them on the internet?"

"I have no idea but I paid cash so he won't know your name."

"My hero, maybe we should think about posting some of them on the internet ourselves?" I asked.

"Maybe, I'm sure that there's a way that we can do it anonymously, I'll talk to one of the tech guys at work, get some advice?"

"Let's get settled first but I'm assuming that you want the special album and the big, framed photos sorted quickly."

"Sure do, when are you going to invite some of your mates round?"

"I don't know, lets get the album and the frames on the walls first."

We didn't sort the album nor hung the frames when we got home, we had other things on our mind at that time.

That night after Dylan had fucked me doggy style I used my mouth to bring his cock back to life before we went to sleep the same way as the previous nights.

*****

Day 3

We didn't have to think about when to invite any of Dylan's mates round because the next morning Tom. Dylan's best man and a work colleague, rang the doorbell. Of course, we didn't know who it was at the time and Dylan thought that it might be the postman and he urged me to answer the door, as I was, totally naked.

As I went to the door I imagined the postman seeing me naked, and I started tingling.

"Oh my gawd," I gasped, "Tom, shut your eyes, I wasn't expecting it to be you."

"I can see that Esther, but don't go getting all shy on me, I'm pleased to see that your honeymoon has knocked some of that shyness out of you."

My hands had gone to my pussy and tits but when Dylan appeared behind me Dylan said,

"It's okay Esther, I'm sure that Tom won't mind you being naked, relax and enjoy Tom looking at you, I know that you are enjoying it aren't you?"

It was then that I realised that my nipples and clit were rock hard, that my pussy had suddenly got quite wet and the aforementioned parts of me were tingling stronger than before I opened the door. Dylan was right so I dropped my hands to my sides.

"She's quite a beauty when you get under all those old fashioned clothes that she used to wear isn't she Tom? Give Tom a twirl, let him see that cute little bubbly butt of yours as well Esther."

I did, and have to say that my smile was telling both guys that I was enjoying the experience.

"Well Dylan," Tom said, "I was going to apologise for coming here unannounced but seeing Esther like that I'm definitely not sorry, you're one hell of a lucky man Dylan Hargreaves."

"Yes, I know that I am, and wait until you see the wedding photos."

"You've got them already?"

"No, I meant to say the honeymoon photo album but we haven't put that together yet either, but you can look at all the photos that we took, I can send them from my phone to the big TV. Esther, could you get 3 beers from the fridge, I'm assuming that you want to be with us when we have our first showing of the photos."

It was a very nervous, excited and naked me that carried 3 bottles of beer into the lounge and after 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.