me and my virgin wife

It’s not always a man get a wife who virgin and scared of love making. I was one of the luck one. My wife Anne was so scared to let me touch her on the bed. It took me quit a while to talk her into to let me teach her ( 1 month after marriage…).I made sure she had some wine to drink to make her relaxed a bit.
I got the shirt open, but I didn’t unbutton it completely. I caught her hand and guided it inside my open shirt. “I want to feel your hands on my bare skin”. She grasped handfuls of the thick, curling hair she found there. I sucked in my breath.
I thrust my thigh between hers, bent my head, and kissed her throat. I try to reassure her “You won’t regret this. I swear it .I would stop if u tell me to”
I pulled her close and started to unfasten the row of shell buttons of her gown. The process seemed to take forever. So damned many buttons.
I slowly lowered the bodice of her gown and revealed her small, firm breasts. I was far from all right. My hands were shaking as though I’m coming down with fever. My lower body was throbbing. Only thing on my mind was dazed with the force of my need.
God, she was perfect. I bent down and took one firm little nipple between my teeth.
“Oh.” Her fingers clenched in my hair and her slender body arched as if she had touched a hot iron. Her instant reaction drove me closer to the edge of my control. My tongue sought hers while my hands wandered to her breasts, her stomach, and finally between her legs. I reached down and pushed my hand up beneath the edge of her skirt. I stroked her thighs until she trembled. Then I probed higher, seeking the moist heat. He found it. “Tom” Anne shuddered and tried to lock her legs against my hand. I sensed the movement was instinctive on her part, her natural reaction to a caress she had never before experienced. “It’s all right,” I whispered encouragingly. “.
“Yes, but this is so strange.” Her voice was half drowsy. I gently forced her thighs apart again and found the soft petals hidden in the even softer hair. “Oh. Good heavens. Oh, my God. Tom, what are you doing?”
She was as hot and wet as I had known she would be. I sank one finger deep into her slick, tight channel. The small passage tightened around me like a well-made glove. The sensation was indescribable. I feared I would humiliate myself by spilling my seed then and there.
Suddenly I felt my own pounding desire was not nearly as important as my need to give Anne her first real taste of passion. I wanted her to experience the thrill of release and to know that I had been responsible for that release. There would be plenty of time to satisfy myself later. We had all night.
I found the sensitive bud with his thumb and slowly pushed my finger back into her wondrously warm passage. Anne made a tiny sound that was halfway between a shriek and a moan. I covered her mouth with my own and deliberately repeated the caress between her legs. She gave another muffled cry and clutched at the fabric of my shirt. Her knees clamped shut again, trapping my hand against her.
“You must relax a little.” I dropped a series of soft, persuasive kisses across her breasts. “Open yourself. Yes, that’s it, my sweet. Let me inside, Anne. Deep inside.” I felt her hesitate and then slowly part her soft thighs again. “You are so warm,” I whispered. “I want to feel your heat. I need to feel it.”
I stroked into her again and again, gradually widening her until I could slide a second finger into her. Anne’s reaction was immediate and intense. She went rigid. Her mouth opened on a soft, silent scream and then she started to shiver. I felt the tiny ripples rush through her. The moment of her release was gratifying beyond anything I had ever experienced in my life. I watched Anne’s face as she gave herself up to her climax.

Now it was my turn.

I inhaled Anne’s scent as I started to unfasten my jeans. I was so fully aroused that I doubted I would be able to last for more than a few strokes at the most. Hell, I would be lucky to last long enough to get inside her. “This time I am going to be deep inside you when you find your release.”
I yanked off my shirt, jeans, and boots. I was naked. She gazed at me in startled wonder. “I don’t think this would work.” “Don’t worry Anne, I assure you that in spite of appearances of my manhood (jutting staff), we shall fit together with absolute perfection.
I drew her gown off entirely and tossed it over the side of the bed. The garments landed in a small heap on the carpet. I studied Anne’s nude body with an expression rendered stark by desire. When my hand reached the triangle of soft hair between her thighs, Anne cried out softly and turned her face into my chest. Shyness did battle with a growing sensual hunger deep within her. The hunger won. She curled closer against me, seeking more of my intimate touch.
I settled myself on top of her. I reached down and parted her thighs. My fingers dipped into her, gently testing. The touch made Anne dig her nails into my back and lift herself against my hand. Anne threaded her fingers into my hair and pulled my mouth down to hers. I accepted the invitation of her mouth with an eagerness that spoke for itself. My tongue surged between her lips, claiming her with an intimacy that foreshadowed what was to follow.
I pressed her thighs more widely apart, making a place for myself near her heat. Then I reached down between our bodies and fitted myself to the opening of her feminine passage. “Tom, I want you”I thrust forward slowly.
Anne gasped against my mouth. Her whole body stiffened in reaction to the invasion.
“Open for me,” I urged. I withdrew slightly and then pushed forward again. “Let me inside, my sweet.”
Anne’s fingers clenched in my hair as she bravely braced herself. I did not force the entrance. Instead I again withdrew a short distance. There was perspiration on my forehead. “Oh boy this is hard”. I reassured her to trust me.
I moved my hand downward, dampened one finger in her moisture, and then found the firm little bud that seemed to be the center of her passions. Anne began to relax again as I caressed her with my wet finger. Her whole body convulsed with pleasure .I guided myself into her once again and this time I did not hesitate or withdraw. I thrust deeply, relentlessly, into her snug channel. She lightly bit my shoulder .But the small, passionate assault on my shoulder seemed to send me over some invisible edge. I gave a strangled shout and buried myself between her breasts. Anne held me tightly as I shuddered heavily and poured myself into her.
I raised my head and looked down at her. Her mouth curved faintly with satisfaction. I leaned down to brush my lips across hers. Then I eased myself out of her and rolled to one side. I’ve never felt anything that good before in my life.” I pulled her down on top of me. “I LOVE YOU”. Anne blushed.
I grinned and touched the tip of her nose. “It’ll get better with practice.”
I’m now a proud father of 2 twin boys ….hehheheh it worked out all right
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