Our Wedding Night

Hello, my name is Alex. My wife Joy and I have been married for over a decade now. I still vividly remember our first official encounter as man and wife, which I suppose is the best place for us to start…

We met at church and dated for two years while I was in college, were engaged for a year, and then married after I graduated, and she was still in college. We were far from being physically “pure” by the time of the wedding, but we managed to hold off on actual intercourse, at least, so we looked forward to that.

It was a summer wedding, in the evening. A large church ceremony with many guests and a reception full of great food that we barely had time to nibble between talking to guests and cutting the cake, etc. We wrapped things up around 8 pm and drove to an ice cream shop nearby in our full wedding attire, but what I wanted wasn’t in a cone, it was under her beautiful dress.

We finally made it back to our apartment where we planned to spend our first night before leaving for the Honeymoon the next morning so that everything would be more relaxed. We wanted our first night together to be in our first “home”, where neither of us had ever yet spent a single night, though we had had time to move in furniture, paint, decorate, etc. I had gone over earlier in the day and scattered rose petals in the shape of a heart on our new, unused queen bed and along the floor leading into the bedroom and had some candles to light.

We locked the door after putting down the things we were carrying and immediately embraced, kissing passionately. Joy broke our kiss after a few moments, saying, “Let me change.” She had bought a special lingerie set for the occasion.

I also changed out of my tux and into just a pair of silk boxers and lit the candles. She came out a few minutes later in a sexy white sheer baby doll that accentuated her incredible breasts and curvy hips beautifully. I just said, “Wow,” and she smiled and giggled. We came together and began kissing passionately and slowly, building in intensity until we could take it no longer.

We turned down the bed, scattering rose petals all around in the process. We laid out a towel on the bed to protect it, and climbed into bed from our opposite sides and met sitting in the middle. We began kissing again, our hands exploring. I pulled the baby doll off over her head, exposing her breasts fully and kissed my way down to partake of them with my mouth. Her large nipples were amazing rolling around my tongue. She moaned and held the back of my head, pulling me into her. I slid a hand down under the top of her lace panties and down past her smoothly shaved mound until my fingers found the already soaking wet folds of her labia. I rubbed around, teasing her clit. She moaned.

Joy then pushed me back, so I was laying down. She kissed me for a moment then began kissing down my neck, chest, and stomach. Her hands tugged, and I lifted to help her remove my boxers, which she tossed to the floor. Her small hand gripped my cock, and she bent down and licked, then took me into her mouth. I moaned. Her tongue swirled, and her hand stroked. I rubbed her hair, encouraging her efforts. Finally, I pulled her off, “I want to cum inside you.” We both smiled.

I laid her down and pulled off her panties and kissed my way up her legs, teasing her inner thighs until she was reaching for my head to pull it down. I could smell her strong, aroused scent, see the moisture all over her gorgeous vulva and labia. I licked from bottom to top, tasting her, savoring her. I began licking around her clit. She moaned but stopped me after a few moments. “I want you inside me.”

She spread her legs wide, and I knelt between them. She grabbed the bottle of KY we had set out for this moment, squirted some onto me, and rubbed it around, giving me a little handjob in the process. I warned her to be careful doing that, or I’d cum all over her. We giggled. She wiped her hand on the towel and laid back.

I lay on her, and we kissed. The tip of my penis was just touching her vulva. We’d been here before but had stopped ourselves, barely. Tonight we didn’t have to stop. She reached down between us and pressed my member down until I was aligned, and I pushed forward slowly. Her lips parted. I pushed against the resistance. The warmth and wetness began to open, to my head, and then another inch or two before she had me stop. She had used dilators to stretch herself before the wedding, but she was still tight. We paused and kissed until she nodded, and I pushed a little more. She gasped a little but told me to keep going, slowly. I did my best. Finally, after a few moments the tightness in the middle was passed, and I slid forward the final inches and was buried to the hilt inside her. We both moaned at the feeling. It was incredible. Indescribable. We lay there for a moment, whispering, “I love you” and “Yay, being married!”

I began slowly thrusting, always concerned for her comfort. It didn’t take long at all for her to adjust and enjoy. My pace quickened. Her vagina squeezed and pulled at my cock like nothing I’d ever felt. So warm, so inviting, so perfect. We moaned and our pace quickened. Her hips moved in unison with mine, her clit rubbing against me as our bodies met. We didn’t speak, just looked into each others eye’s, our bodies doing all the talking.

I felt the sensation build after a few minutes. I moaned, “I’m close.” She said, ” Me, too. Don’t stop.” We kissed hard, and I thrust faster. Excitement building, my whole cock tingling. “Oh,” I moaned, “I’m gonna cum!” At that Joy gasped and her body convulsed, “I’m cumming!” she squeaked. This pushed me over the edge. I felt my balls contract, and I drove as deep as I could inside her as my cock began twitching, and pulses of cum erupted out of me. I may have blacked out momentarily, it was intense. I’d never cum so hard. I kept filling her, and she kept moaning and twitching through her prolonged orgasm beneath me, our bodies a tangle of arms and legs and spasming torsos. It seemed to go on for hours but was less than a minute I’m sure. I collapsed on top of her, our bodies heaving for breath.

“I love you,” is all we could whisper to each other, softly kissing each other. I was still half-hard inside her and moved slowly, gently, the sensation too much for my sensitive cock to handle much more. After a few minutes, I was fully hard again, and she said, “My turn on top.” We laughed, and I withdrew, and we swapped positions. She climbed on top, reach down to guide me in, and slowly lowered herself onto me. It took a few moments to get the angle, but soon I was fully inside her, and we both moaned again. She began to slide her hips forward and back, grinding on me, her pussy gripping and pulling my cock as she rocked. It felt fantastic. We both moaned and I reached up and took her breasts in my hands and squeezed and pinched her nipples. Her grinding became faster and more frantic. I leaned forward and took a nipple into my mouth and licked and sucked. “”Oh!” she moaned. Her body spasmed and twitched as her second orgasm hit her, driving me over the edge with passion and my balls emptied themselves into her a second time. I noticed how different it felt to cum up into her with her on top in control vs. when I had been on top. Both were amazing. I wasn’t sure which I liked more!

She collapsed off of me onto the bed and curled up with her head on my chest. I rubbed her hair and back as we lay in silence, panting for breath, recovering from our shared bliss. After a few minutes, she looked up at me, “I’m starving!” “Me, too!”

We climbed out of bed and grabbed the basket of food our caterer had packed and enjoyed a naked picnic on the floor in front of our bed, not ashamed of our nakedness. We talked and laughed and cried a little talking about the day, about finally being married, about finally being able to have sex. After an hour or so we had recovered our energy and sitting in front of my naked wife had renewed my cock as well, and I found myself with an erection again. “One more time?” I asked, smiling. She smiled back, “Sure! We can do that now!”

We hopped back in bed, back to missionary again, and I entered her for the third time – it still felt incredible. She was soon feeling sore, so I didn’t hold back and was pressed as deep as I could get into her. My cock pulsing in orgasm for a third time in the last hour and a half, though I barely had any semen left at that point. I withdrew and lay down beside her, and we kissed and held hands and whispered for a while. Finally, she got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. I wiped down with a towel. After she had returned to bed, we drifted off to sleep, naked in each other’s arms, thoroughly exhausted from the excitement, the wedding, and the incredible sex we were finally able to enjoy.

 

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5 replies
  1. Deane says:

    Thank you so much for sharing that beautiful story of your wedding night! It brings back memories of my own, 21 years ago. I might write about that one soon (it will probably be my first story here).

    Your vivid imagery left nothing to the imagination — thanks for that! I got a wonderful orgasmic release from it! Blessings to you, Alex, and to your lovely wife Joy. May her pussy continue to delight you for many years to come.

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