Chapter 2: Christmas Dinner with the In-laws

Christmas dinner is a big event in the Hargreaves family and most of Dylan’s relatively close relatives were there. I’d met most of them at our wedding reception but didn’t get that much of a chance to properly talk to them.

I suppose that you’d call it a sexist, traditional Christmas with the women in the kitchen cooking and the men sitting around in the lounge drinking and talking, but everyone looked happy. Mary Hargreaves took me around, making sure that I knew everyone who was there then she led me to the kitchen to help out there.

Two of the distant cousins that I hadn’t met before were Ethan and Jasmine. They’d got married a week before Dylan and I and they were still on their honeymoon when our wedding took place.

Dylan hadn’t given me and heads-up as to what to wear so I was wearing what is probably my most conservative, normal dress. It’s black with no sleeves and spaghetti straps. It’s also quite short, above mid thigh but not revealing any of my butt or pussy. That is unless I bend right over which I hadn’t envisaged needing to do.

When Mary gave me an apron to wear the hem of it was a good few centimetres below the hem of my dress but I put it on and mucked-in with all the other ladies there. All were very happy and chatty people and we were all getting on like the proverbial house on fire.

The joviality continued throughout the meal with us all sat around this huge table. I was sat next to Dylan and his right hand kept moving to my left thigh and sliding up to tease my clit for a few seconds before he took his hand away to continue eating.

Whilst some of us women were clearing the dishes Jasmine pulled me to one side and asked me if I was nervous or worried.

“Nervous or worried about what?” I replied.

“The tradition.”

“What tradition?”

Before Jasmine could tell me, Mary called us to carry the dishes for the Christmas pudding into the dining room and I thought no more about what Jasmine had said.

Later, after all the dishes and utensils were washed and back into the cupboards, all us ladies joined the men in the lounge where we were all given drinks. Then Mark Hargreaves, Dylan’s father, said,

“Okay, we’ve got to the traditional christening of the girls who have joined our family in the past year. This year we have been very lucky to have 2 amazingly beautiful young ladies join us, Jasmine and Esther.”

I was puzzled but I looked over to Jasmine and saw that her face was bright red and she was staring at the floor in front of her feet.

“What’s going on?” I thought, “What’s this tradition thing?”

“Okay Jasmine and Esther, would you like to come to the middle of the room please?” Mark said.

We did, with Jasmine still staring at the carpet.

“Okay ladies,” Mark continued, “I know that Dylan hasn’t told Esther anything about this tradition and that Ethan has only given Jasmine brief details. I also know that Jasmine is a little on the shy side whereas Esther no longer is. Folks, you should see the photographs of Esther on the walls of their house. I’m sure that they could sell them for a fortune if they wanted to.

So Jasmine. I’m going to give you the option to go first or second. As I’m sure that you have realised there are advantages and disadvantages in going first but I’ll give you the choice.”

Still not knowing what was going to happen, but believing that whatever it was it couldn’t be that bad, I said,

“Jasmine, you probably know more about what is going to happen than I do, but I’m happy to go first just so that you can see that our new family isn’t going to burn a brand on us or kill us. You’re not are you Mark?”

“Good grief no, we love out new daughters and could never be so cruel.” Mark replied. “Jasmine, are you happy for Esther to go first?”

Jasmine nodded her head as Ethan continued to hold her hand.

“Okay Esther,” Mark said, “first we need you to take all your clothes off.”

That didn’t bother me and I quickly turned my back to Dylan and said,

“Would you please darling?”

Dylan unzipped my dress, I shrugged it off my shoulders and it hit the floor leaving me naked apart from my shoes. I took those off as quite a few complimentary comments came from the rest of my new family.

“Even better than the photographs Esther.” Mark said as I looked round the room to see everyone staring at my naked body that I did nothing to try to hide.

“See Jasmine, that part was easy.” Mark said, but I saw Jasmine cringe a little and I wondered if anyone other than Ethan had seen her naked.

“Right Esther, the second part of the tradition is that you go to everyone here and ask them if they would like to spank you. If they say that they would you then lay over their lap and they will spank you 5 times. Don’t worry no one will permanently mark you. Okay, start whenever you are ready.”

I looked around and decided which way to go round the room. I quickly realised that because of the placement of all the chairs, at some point everyone would get a quite close look at my bare butt and pussy as the next person in the big circle put me over their lap.

The first person just happened to be Mary, Dylan’s mother, and as I lay over her lap she said,

“Welcome to the family dear.”

Then her hand came down on my bare butt. It wasn’t a hard swat and I didn’t even flinch, but I did instinctively say,

“One, thank you ma’am.”

“So polite as well.” I heard a woman say.

The rest of the swats landed with me counting them and as I got to my feet Mary said,

“If your butt is painful when it’s over let me know, I have some cream that will make it feel a lot better.”

“Thank you Mary.” I said as I went to the next person, one of Dylan’s uncles.

And so it went on. Mark was right, no one there was out to hurt me and I was starting to think that I probably wouldn’t have an orgasm.

Then I came to John, Dylan’s brother. He’d taken part in all the games that we’d played at the party that Dylan and I hosted and he wasn’t shy about having me over his lap. In fact, as I lay down I felt his hard cock pressing on my stomach.

When his first swat landed he kept his hand on my butt and I felt his fingers on my pussy, and before I could thank him he loudly announced.

“Me thinks that Esther is enjoying this, her pussy is dripping.”

“JOHN,” Mary loudly said, “this isn’t about sex it’s about tradition. Stop groping the poor girl.”

“One, thank you sir.” I said before John’s second swat quickly landed.

I was a little disappointed that his hand didn’t linger after each swat landed.

After 2 more people I came to Ethan and as I got over his lap I felt his hard cock pressing on my stomach.

“Don’t worry Esther,” Ethan said, “I won’t hurt you.”

And he didn’t, but by then I’d resigned myself to not having an orgasm, just getting quite horny.

“Just do what the others have done.” I said as I lay over Jasmine’s lap.” You won’t hurt me and it’s quite enjoyable actually.”

Jasmine did spank me 5 times but they were very timid swats.

Two more people and it was all over, and I was right, I didn’t cum but I was very horny. Dylan came to me, put his arm round me and asked me if I was okay.

“Sure, a walk in the park.” I replied just before Mark started talking to Jasmine.

“Okay Jasmine, your turn, you’ll soon be a fully fledged member of the Hargreaves family, stand up and take you clothes off.”

Jasmine looked to Ethan who nodded to her then she slowly stood up and moved to the middle of the room, just standing there. Ethan stood up, went to her and said,

“It’s okay luv, you can do it, there’s no need to be embarrassed, no one is going to ridicule you and your body is just as beautiful as Esther’s.”

“But you’re the only one that’s supposed to see me naked Ethan.”

“I know, and after today that will be the case if that’s what you really want, but this tradition is to give you confidence, to make you proud of your body and not be ashamed to let people see it.”

“I know but,...”

“Do you want me to help you undress Jasmine?” Ethan asked.

Jasmine nodded and slowly, Ethan started undressing his relatively new wife.

Jasmine was wearing both a bra and knickers, albeit a G-string, and as Ethan stripped her everyone could see that her tits were only slightly bigger than mine, and that her pussy was totally bald. She also had tan lines where she’s been sunbathing whilst wearing what was evidentially a quite modest bikini.

“Be proud Jasmine,” Ethan said, “keep your hands by your side and stand up straight. Let everyone see that you are a beautiful young woman.”

Ethan took Jasmine’s shoes off, leaving her totally naked, then told her to slowly turn round. As she did so Ethan backed away and the comments started. Every one of them complimenting Jasmine and by the time they stopped Jasmine looked a little more comfortable.

“There,” Mark finally said, “that wasn’t too bad was it?”

Jasmine shook her head sideways and I noted that she was no longer looking at the carpet in front of her feet.

“Proud of you Jas.” I heard Ethan say before Mark spoke again.

“Okay Jasmine, you know what comes next and you can tell from Esther that it didn’t hurt her.”

Jasmine went to the first person, Mary, and as she lay over Mary’s lap Mary said,

“Relax Jasmine, you’ll probably enjoy it as much as Esther did.”

The swats started and true to form, Jasmine hardly moved as each one landed, although I noted that Jasmine didn’t count the swats.

Soon, Jasmine was going round the room and getting the 5 swats on her butt from everyone there. When she got to John, he couldn’t help himself and I heard a little gasp from Jasmine as one of John’s fingers entered her pussy. It didn’t stay there and when he pulled it out he held it up and said,

“I guess that Jasmine is enjoying this as much as Esther did.”

“JOHN,” This time Mark said, “Cut that out and behave like a proper adult.”

“Sorry dad.” John replied but I was sure that he realised that there were only 2 girls getting naked and that he’d managed to finger both of them.

Jasmine kept going round the room and getting spanked, and she actually smiled as she bent to lay over my lap.

Soon it was all over and Jasmine was standing between Mark and Ethan, her hands by her side.

“There, all done,” Mark said, “both of you are now fully fledged members of the Hargreaves family.”

“Didn’t you say there were 3 things that we had to do Mark?” I asked.

“Oh yes, the third thing is that you both have to stay naked until you leave to go home.”

Jasmine’s eyes went wide open then she bent her head to the side and lay it on Ethan’s shoulder.

Dylan and I went over to Ethan and Jasmine and I said,

“That was okay wasn’t it Jasmine?”

“Well I’m still alive.” Jasmine replied.

“This being naked is okay isn’t it?” I asked.

“Well it isn’t as bad as I expected and I am finding it a little exciting.”

“Maybe you should try it again when you get home Jasmine. I’m sure that you’ll get to enjoy it, and I’m also sure that Ethan will appreciate you running around with no clothes on.” I suggested.

I saw Ethan’s arm gently squeeze Jasmine’s body. She looked up at him and saw his smiling face then said,

“Maybe.”

I looked at Dylan who was also smiling, and I wondered if another exhibitionist had just surfaced.

Mark and Mary appeared holding trays of glasses of champagne and handed them out. Once everyone had one he proposed a toast

“To our 2 new family members, let them never be shy again.” Then he held his glass up and said,

“To Jasmine and Esther.”

Everyone there did the same and I felt quit humbled, and proud. I was so happy that Dylan had chosen me to spend the rest of his life with.

After that, the gathering just continued. Mary and another couple of the older women served mince 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 asleep. Once the cabin crew have seen you I’ll ask for a blanket to keep you warm then who knows what we can get up to under that blanket.”

Thirty minutes later I was on Dylan’s lap with my head on his shoulder and pretending to be asleep under a blanket. Dylan kept an eye out and I carefully got his cock out and hitched up my dress.

When it no one was looking I lifted myself up then impaled myself on his cock before putting my head back on his shoulder and pretended to be asleep again.

It was wonderful just sitting there feeling his cock inside me and the gentle vibrations that the plane was making was very slowly making me very horny.

We just sat like that for a good 30 minutes before Dylan whispered that he was going to cum. Somehow, he kept a straight face, and kept quiet as he unloaded deep inside me, That feeling triggered me to cum as well and somehow, I too managed to stay still and quiet.

Then I dozed off.

I woke up to the sound of the captain telling us that we would soon be landing in Atlanta and that we had to return to our seats, put our seatbelts on and put the tables in the upright position.

I remembered what we had been doing when I fell asleep then did a mental check of my pussy. Dylan’s cock wasn’t inside me but I could feel it along my slit.

“Good afternoon gorgeous.” Dylan said, “have a good nap?”

“Yes thanks.”

“You need to get off me and into your seat, we’re nearly there.”

“Can you pass me some tissues from my bag please? I hope that I haven’t stained your jeans.”

“Who cares? We can now say that we’re now club members and that’s the important thing.”

We used the blanket to hide me cleaning Dylan and myself up the best that I could, then I sat in my seat ready to land.

We had a leisurely walk around Atlanta airport before heading to the gate for the final leg of our journey. Looking outside I was pleased that the weather looked much better than it had been in London.

No fucking on that 2 or so hour flight, just Dylan’s hand on my bare flesh, either my hand or between my legs toying with my clit, my bag and a magazine covering what he was doing to me.

I took a long, deep breath of the warm air just as soon as the plane door opened. It may have been early evening, and dark, but everything felt much more pleasant, more relaxed and definitely warmer than London had been.

There was a minibus waiting for us and we were soon making the short journey to the hotel.

And what a hotel it was, the photographs didn’t do it justice. It’s a big, multi-storey hotel with one side facing the sea and as we got out of the minibus I hoped that we’d get a room with a sea view and not a view of the road and countryside.

Then Dylan surprised me again. Between the hotel and the beach is a swimming pool and down each side of the pool is 4 bungalows. Dylan had only gone and booked a bungalow right on the edge of the beach for us. I could literally step off the veranda and onto the private beach.

My dress was coming off before Dylan had tipped the porter, me telling Dylan that I wanted to go for a swim.

“No, tomorrow Esther, tonight we have to eat and explore, Get in that shower and I’ll fuck you properly this time.”

I did, and he did. It was only as I walked back to the huge bed that I took-in the layout of the bungalow. One big room with the bathroom in one corner and huge glass doors out to the veranda where there was a table, chairs and a couple of loungers. We could lay on the bed inside and look out over the veranda to the beach and the sea. In the distance I could see the lights of the main town.

I opened the suitcase and got out a clean dress and as I was putting it on something caught my eye and I realised that the path from the hotel to the beach went right passed our veranda. Everyone going to the beach would be able to see into our bungalow and what Dylan and I were doing. When I told Dylan he just said,

“You could always close the curtains if you’re feeling shy.”

“Why on earth would I want to do that?”

Dylan smiled then told me that he was ready to eat and explore.

We only just made it to the restaurant before it closed and we had a great meal in an almost deserted restaurant. Then it was a stroll around the hotel to see what it had to offer.

We found a huge conference room that had dozens of seats set out ready for whatever. There was a board outside the conference room door listing upcoming events and Dylan laughed when he saw an entry for a few days time, ‘How Climate Change is affecting the Financial Markets’.

“That may just be slightly interesting,” Dylan said, “but I’m here for more important things.”

He squeezed my hand and we moved on.

Next we found a small casino that had quite a few people in there playing games that I’d never seen or heard of before. Dylan told me that we’d go there one evening when my pussy needed a rest.

“You mean when your cock is so sore that you can’t get a hard-on?”

“That will never happen when you are around my love.” Dylan replied.