At the beginning of our year-long courtship, Rose and I mutually agreed to wait until we married to have intercourse. Its not that we were especially religous, it was the anticipation we savored. We slowly uncovered the secrets of each others’ bodies in passionate semi-clothed petting sessions in my parents’ basement. Early in the relationship we discovered she could orgasm freely from being dry-humped (with underwear still on)but this usually did not provide the needed stimulation for me. It was not until a week later, as we rested after one of these sessions that she got up suddenly and retrieved a handkerchief from her purse.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
Kissing me lightly she whispered in my ear, “I’m going to give you a hand job.”
And she did. She reached into my already unbuttoned jeans, wrapped her fingers around my erect penis and stroked me lovingly until I ejaculated. I found out later that her more-experienced best friend had instructed her as to what to do. This was the pattern of our sex life until the wedding night.
And now it was here.
We decided to spend our first night together at our new apartment rather than a hotel. I carried her across the threshhold like a good husband and she went immediately to the bathroom to make herself ready. I turned on a small lamp next to the bed, pulled back the covers, and then undressed. I put on a robe Rose had bought me for the occassion but had difficulty keeping it shut as I was in a state of anticipatory erection. What was about to happen had been the subject of my most erotic fantasies, and still is.
Then the bathroom light went off, the door opened, and there she was. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. She was wearing an old-fashioned, white floor-length nightgown, very chaste, except that it was almost transparent. Her dark brunette hair cascaded over her white shoulders and her nipples (which by then had become well-known to me)and pubic hair (which had not), were clearly visible underneath.
As I arose and went to her, my robe fell open and my arousal was clearly evident. Taking her in my arms I kissed her softly. I could sense her nervousness. I tried to go slow but my hands would not obey. As I began to lift her nightgown she uttered a faint, “Wait,,” but we both knew I could not.
She obediently lifted her arms as I removed her gown. It had served its brief purpose. I slipped my robe off my shoulders and there we were – lovers, newlyweds, completely naked together for the first time. As I drank in the sight of her body, I could sense her shyness, Her hands moved to cover herself but I took them into my own to prevent that.
Leading her to the bed, she laid down and I joined her. Things were about to happen very quickly now. As I touched her vagina I could feel the lubricant she had already applied to facilitate my entry. She spread her legs and I moved over her. Taking my penis in her hand she guided me to her opening. I inserted myself into her body slowly, hoping to minimize the pain of her defloweration. I felt her stiffen and, although there was no apparent obstacle, I knew that her hymen had broken.
We lay still for a few moments. Lifting myself up so I could look into her eyes. I whispered, “I’m finally making love to you”, and then my release came. I held her so tight I thought she might break as spurt after spurt of semen shot into her womb.
Our marriage was now consumated.
I rolled off of her and got her a towel. She wiped up just a little blood mixed with the wetness of our lovemaking.
Within minutes we were at it again. And again. Three times that night and then once more when we woke up the next morning.
26 years and 3 kids later we are still at it. Our sexuality has unfolded slowly over the course of the years. We’ve learned together and gradually added new things to our sexual repetoire. And the exciting part is that we are still learning.
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John and Rose’s Wedding Night
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