Getting Married Set Me Free Pt. 03

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 some of the photos.

I was actually very proud of myself being able to sit there totally naked in front of Tom, the first of Tom's friends to see me naked.

It's not a nice thing to think, but I was pleased when Tom left, I'd so wanted to get Dylan alone so that I could fuck his brains out and get the relief that I so needed.

As he left, Tom said that he'd be sure to phone before he turned up the next time but Dylan replied,

"That's okay mate, Esther doesn't mind you seeing her like this, in fact I'm sure that she actually enjoyed the experience, didn't you honey?"

I blushed a little as I confirmed what Dylan had said, and I blushed a little more when Dylan ran a finger along my slit then held it up and continued,

"See, I knew that she was enjoying the experience, you should just turn up with all the guys sometime, she might even put on a little show for you."

"Dylan, stop it, you're embarrassing me." I replied.

As soon as Tom had gone I took Dylan by the hand and led him to the last room that needed christening and as I impaled myself on his cock I asked,

"So what sort of little show were you thinking that I should put on for all your mates?"

"Maybe bringing yourself off with your fingers or maybe your dildo. Or maybe you could wear your remote vibrator and I could pass my phone around them and they'd make you cum."

"You'd want me to do those things? Oh, that's nice, keep jerking your hips Dylan."

"Would YOU want to do those things Esther? Shit, I'm gonna cum."

A couple of minutes later when we'd both recovered I finally replied,

"Would you mind if I did those things Dylan?"

"No, in fact I'd like to watch you doing those things in front of my mates, and the whole world."

"You might have to drop me in it Dylan because I don't think that I have the courage to do those things without you forcing me to do them."

"But you'd like to do them Esther?"

"Yes, I think that I would, but can you wait to force me to do them until after I've had my pussy laser treated please? As much I enjoy you shaving me, and I really do enjoy it, when you go back to work you won't have time to do it before you have to leave for work and I want my pussy to be silky smooth for you whenever you touch it."

"Probably true, but we can still shave you even if there's no hair there to remove, I like shaving you just as much as you enjoy it."

"I was hoping that you'd say that Dylan, I'll make an appointment at a beauticians tomorrow morning."

"I should have asked Tom which beautician his girlfriend uses when he was here, I'll phone him and ask him."

That evening Dylan phoned Tom and got the beauticians name and number and I happily resigned myself to never seeing my pubic hair ever again.

We then set about trying the toys that Dylan bought me for the first time. I'd been putting it off because the nervousness was slightly stronger than the excitement. Dylan said that we should try the magic wand first because that would get me all relaxed before anything went inside me, and boy was he right. I never imagined that something like that could give me so much pleasure.

After the wand gave me an orgasm we experimented with the dildo and then the remote controlled vibrator. I sucked Dylan's cock as he setup the vibrator app on his phone.

I screamed when Dylan first switched the vibrator on. I hadn't known what to expect but it certainly wasn't what I got. I thought that my insides were turning to jelly. We experimented with all the different modes and patterns that control app offered and I couldn't wait until Dylan was controlling it from his work place.

Dylan made me cum 4 more times before I pulled the vibrator out and Dylan's cock replaced it, him unloading a big, pent-up load inside me.

Whist I was in the bathroom cleaning up I could hear Dylan on the phone and when I went back to bed there was a new text message on my phone. It was from Lucy. Tom's girlfriend, sending me the name, address and phone number of the beauty salon where she went to to get the laser treatment to remove all the hair below her neck.

Before retiring to bed we spent an hour putting the photographs into out special honeymoon album and frames then hanging them on the walls downstairs.

Our bedtime routine continued and ended with a very full and contented me going to sleep.

*****

Day 4

It was Dylan's first day back at work and I woke-up with his cock slowly sliding in and out of me.

"Morning honey," Dylan said when he saw me move my hand to my eyes to rub the sleep out of them.

"Hmm, and a good morning to you too lover. What time is it? Have you got time to be doing this to me?"

"I'll make the time."

Dylan was nearly late for work as I couldn't take my pussy, hands and mouth off his cock.

The first thing that I did after Dylan set off for work was to phone the beautician and was pleased to hear that she could fit me in at 11:00 that day so it was into the bathroom for my first shower in that house without Dylan 'helping' me.

After getting something to eat I chose another of my new, summer dresses and with nothing under it I set off to go a couple of stations down the Underground line to where the beauticians was.

The Underground wasn't very busy but the warm breeze tickling my pussy felt very nice. I wasn't very ladylike as I sat on the long bench seat along the side of the carriage and I pretended to play on my phone as I watched the 2 young men sat opposite look up my dress. I just knew that they'd be able to see my bald pubis and the front of my slit and I could feel my juices leaking out and wetting the seat.

My first, solo flashing session was over way too quick but the 2 young men got off the train behind me and followed me up the escalator. I couldn't feel the fabric of the dress on my thighs so I knew that the breeze was billowing the skirt part and giving the 2 young men a great view but I didn't look behind me to confirm it.

I felt a little exposed and excited as I slowly walked along the high street. Again, it was the first time that I'd been out in public, without Dylan, and wearing only a VERY short and thin dress. I felt good.

After checking-in at the beauticians I went to the toilet to clean up my pussy and inner thighs as, unlike when we were on our honeymoon, the air outside wasn't warm enough to dry me.

"First time?" The young woman beautician asked me as we entered the 'treatment' room.

"Yes it is."

"Okay honey, all you'll feel is a little tingling or burning sensation, nothing to worry about. Just take your dress and knickers off and climb up on the table."

The woman didn't bat an eyelid when she saw that I was naked under my dress and I was soon on my back on the table.

I remember being a little embarrassed as I wondered if my pussy would get all wet again, but the woman put my mind at rest when she said,

"Don't worry if you get aroused honey, it's perfectly natural and a lot of women get aroused. Only last week I had to stop working when girl had a very intense orgasm as I did her outer labia near her clitoris. The poor girl was jerking about for nearly 5 minutes."

I didn't cum, possibly because I was distracted by the conversation that we got into. She got me to tell her about our honeymoon when she commented on the nice, all-over tan that I had. I did tell her about the nude beach but not all the very intimate photos that were taken.

Strangely, I didn't get embarrassed as she was zapping all around my vulva, but I did get embarrassed when she told me to get on my hands and knees and to spread my knees so that she could zap all around my butt hole.

Neither Dylan, nor myself had shaved me that morning and I still looked bald before I went into that shop but when I left I felt even more naked than when I went in.

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Satisfied that the session was worth every penny of Dylan's money, I decided to go into central London and to that shop, the Young Ladies Fashion Emporium, to see what else they had that I liked. I'd really enjoyed shopping for clothes with Dylan but I also wanted to do some more leisurely shopping, not worrying that Dylan might get bored.

Before doing that I went to the nearest McDonald's and to their toilet where I took my Lush remote controlled vibrator out of my bag and eased it up my vagina. Checking that it was working okay by opening the app on my phone and giving myself a quick blast, which made me squeal with delight, I closed the app and straightened my dress. Looking down I could see part of the pink antenna hanging below the hem of my dress.

Ignoring the possibility of embarrassment if someone saw it and said something, I left and headed for the station wondering if Dylan would remember what the new app on his phone could do to me.

Again I had some fun on the Underground, this time it was group of half a dozen youths who stared at me all the time and said a few things to me that no one has ever said to me before. I guessed that that was because of my new, liberated attire and one comment was about what was 'stuck up my cunt' as one young man put it; but I wasn't complaining, in fact I was actually enjoying it. I didn't respond to any of the comments but I felt good that they thought my body was worthy of those comments. By the time I got off the train my pussy was very wet, something that I was sure the youths had noticed.

The shop wasn't far from the Underground station and I was soon saying hello to the owner, Bethany. She was wearing a dress that she'd made herself and the front of it kept falling open when she bent even slightly forwards revealing her tits. She told me that it was designed to do that and I asked her if she had any more designed to do that. I was soon trying-on similar dresses, some of them so short that I could see the pink antenna and my slit in the mirror in front of me.

Bethany hadn't said anything about the antenna when I took my dress off to try on some of the clothes but I did notice a smile on her face.

Whilst we were chatting and I was trying on clothes, a young couple came into the shop. Both the guy and the girl stared at the naked me for a couple of seconds then the girl started browsing the racks whilst the guy's eyes kept going from his girlfriend to me and back. This was making my nipples and my clit harder.

"You like guys looking at you when you are naked don't you Esther?" Bethany asked.

"Yes I do, it makes me tingle, how can you tell?"

"Well it's certainly not cold in here Esther. I'm the same when an unknown guy see me. You should have seen me when I suddenly ended up naked in front of around a hundred people on holiday, I just had to grab the nearest guy and take him round the back of a building."

"Wow, I've never had that happen to me but there again I was a good, innocent little catholic girl until I got married just over a couple of weeks ago, and look at me now, totally naked in the main part of a shop in London, with strangers looking at me, and getting turned on by it."

"It sounds like getting married has certainly brought you out of your shell, that husband of yours has a lot to answer for Esther."

"He certainly has, he's the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"Hey Esther, I sometimes need a girl to model some of my lines for my website, I have one girls that comes and does it for me when she can but it would be good to have another girl, would you be interested?"

"Me! My tits are way too small to be a model."

"No they aren't, look at me, mine at small too, and so are the other girl's."

"Can I think about it Bethany?"

"Sure, you know where I am.

"So do you get naked in the shop sometimes Bethany?" I asked changing the subject.

"Yes, sometimes if my boyfriend is here I'll strip-off and pretend to be a customer, trying things on when other customers are here. The looks that you get from the guys is amazing and I too get all gooey like you are right now Esther. You should come here on a Friday or Saturday when we are busier. hey, I'd better go and see if I can help that couple."

Bethany went over to the couple and I continued selecting and trying on clothes that I liked. As I was doing so I kept looking over to the couple and I saw that the girl was also getting naked and trying clothes on. The poor guy's head was going from one naked girl to the other, just like he was watching a tennis match.

I ended up buying 2 more dresses, 3 more tops and 2 more skirts. I hoped that Dylan wouldn't be too mad at me for spending so much of his money.

As I was walking back to the Underground station I suddenly screamed as my legs started to give way. I managed to get to the side of the pavement and lean against the wall. For a split second I thought that I'd been shot or stabbed (which happens quite often in London these days), but I quickly realised that it was the vibrator inside me that had burst into life.

Oh my gawd, when we'd previously used the vibrator I'd been on my back but this time I was stood up and my legs just weren't used to my insides shaking like that.

"Dyyyyylan." I said to no one as I was both annoyed and grateful that Dylan had fired-up the app on his phone.

As I started to get over the shock, and my legs started to get used to what was happening inside my body, I looked around and saw that everyone was ignoring me.

"Typical Londoners, so reticent with invisible blinkers on" I thought, "I'd have to get run over by a bus before anyone took any notice."

After a minute or so I somehow managed to stand up straight and slowly start walking as I got over the initial shock but I just knew that if the vibrator kept going at the same speed it wouldn't be long before I had an orgasm, on the street with people walking passed.

Either Dylan turned the vibrations down or I started to get a little used to them because I managed to walk / stumble along to the Underground station. Someone looking up my dress on the escalators or sat on the train was the last thing on my mind as an orgasm hit me just as I sat down.

The vibrator kept going and I wondered if Dylan had deliberately left it on, or the signal couldn't get to my phone underground to turn it off.

"Is that thing giving you hell? The girl sat opposite me asked with a knowing grin.

I realised that she could see the antenna, maybe my bald pubis, and definitely my tortured facial expression as the vibrations kept going. All I could manage was a nod to the girl before another orgasm hit me just before I got off the train.

I was happy that the escalator going up to street level was working because I'm sure that I couldn't have survived going up all those stairs.

Out on the street the vibrations kept going and I was half way home before they finally stopped.

"Oh my gawd," I thought, "that was awesome, thank you Dylan, but next time not when I'm on the Underground please, I could have had an accident."

The experience had left me exhausted and very horny and the first thing that I did at home was to collapse on the sofa and toy with my clit.

About an hour later I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. As soon as I saw the caller-ID I had a decision to make. It was my mother.

"Hello darling, how are you, settling in to your new home nicely?"

"Hello to you too mother, I'm just great, very happy thank you."

"So are you free this afternoon, can I come round for a coffee? I can update you on everything at the church, Father Thomas has got a new cause in Africa."

"Oh right, of course you can come round mother we've got the house sorted out for now and we've put some pictures up on the walls."

"How nice, okay, I'll set off now, should be there within an hour."

"Okay, bye mum, see you soon."

I'll admit that I had a little panic right then, I just knew that my mother would throw a wobbler and I hadn't really thought about how I could counter the accusations that I just knew would be flying at me. I quickly took the bags containing my new clothes upstairs then looked at myself in the mirror.

Seeing the pink antenna I smiled at the thought of leaving it in, but I ease it out, cleaned it and put it on charge. Then I went and had a quick shower then put on one of the new dresses that I'd just bought. Looking in the mirror I could see 2 pokies and dark circles round my nipples. Looking down I could just see a hint of my slit and my engorged clit which seems to be like that all the time these days.

Just as I finished brushing my hair I heard the doorbell.

"Good grief Esther, what on earth are you wearing, have you just got out of bed?"

"No mother, I don't wear anything in bed now, this is a dress from my new wardrobe, all my dresses and skirts are like this and before you ask, I no longer own any bras."

"You can't possibly go out looking like that Esther, it's indecent."

"No it's not mother, and I have already been out dressed like this."

"But you look like a wanton hussy, what will Father Thomas say when you go to church on Sunday? He'll kick you out and pray for your forgiveness."

"Father Thomas can do that he likes but I doubt that I will ever see him again."

"Are going to go to a different church?"

"No mother, I don't know where the nearest church is and I'm not going looking for it."

"Well at least find somewhere to give your confession."

"No mother, I have done nothing wrong to confess."

"Is Dylan putting you up to this Esther, leading you astray, because if he is I will sort him out. Have you consummated the marriage yet, because we can get in annulled if you haven't."

"Mother, my sex life is none of your business and the last thing that I want is for me to loose Dylan, he's making me happier than I ever was growing up with you as a mother, he's amazing."

"Esther, you're making me ashamed of you, I thought that you were good girl."

"Come on in mother, I'll put the kettle on."

My mother followed me into the kitchen and she sat at the table in silence as I put the kettle on and got things ready. Her silence told me that she was totally unprepared for what she had seen and heard so far.

I put a mug of tea in front of my mother then leant back against the sink. Finally my mother said,

"You're intending to wear clothes like THAT all the time are you Esther?"

"Yes mother, all the girls my age wear clothes like this these days."

"Not girls who come to my church. Good grief girl, I can see your, your, your vulva. It's obscene."

"Mother, most people call it a pussy, and before you ask, a large percentage of girls don't wear knickers either."

"That's disgusting, I never brought you up to be a slut, go and put some knickers and a bra on."

"No mother, I no longer own any bras or knickers, I threw them all out."

"You have become a wanton hussy Esther, you make me ashamed of you. What will Father Thomas say when I tell him?"

"If you are that ashamed of me don't tell him. But I'm not going to change, in fact when Dylan gets home from work the dress will come off and we will have sex all night long, maybe even on that very table."

My mother lifted herself off the chair and pushed it back as she stepped back.

"That's disgusting, having sex has to be confined to the bedroom and only when you want to have children. No daughter of mine would ever do anything so disgusting."