Posted by:
anonymous1
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Date: February 20, 2012 04:23PM
My wife and I tried to have sex for the first time on our wedding night. However, she had consciensciously avoided masturbation throughout her life, and I had only masturbated for seconds at a time, at the end of my rope - though plenty enough to know how to please myself. My wife was plenty horny enough, but we were both completely inexperienced. That day was the first time I ever touched her privates, and the second time she had ever touched mine.
It was a long day. There was a big mix-up in the temple and my tuxedo got taken by someone and put in the back of a car. I needed it for our luncheon, and to avoid paying for it in full for losing it. After going to great lengths to find out what had happened, I finally tracked down the person who had taken it, who was 45 minutes away, driving home in a hurry to make some appointment. I ruined their day by having them turn around, and was pretty late for my luncheon, causing it to go way over.
After the luncheon my new wife and I had a little down time, which we took into her little brother's old room in her parent's house, where we did the first touching. We tried penetration right away, not knowing what we were doing, and to our dismay found that I didn't fit (in reality my wife wasn't properly "prepared" through stimulation, but we had no idea at the time) This caused my wife to freak out, thinking that there was something wrong with her, sexually, and that she was "broken." Memories of early-childhood abuse probably fueled this.
We then went to our reception, which was supposed to be one-hour of greeting and one-hour of celebration. Since nobody had paid attention to the the starting time, it ended up being 2 1/2 hours of greeting the perpetual stream of newcomers, followed by blowing off the rest of the line, hurriedly opening our presents, getting asked by about a dozen people how we should approach this or that little problem with finishing the reception, and eventually telling everyone to go screw themselves so that I could get out of there.
We drove an hour to the reserved hotel and got there about midnight. It was a frustrating day, but we tried sex again. This time, with effort, we finally uncomfortably got me "in." There were some tears.
The next day we didn't have a care in the world. On that second day we learned how to really have sex, and we've been getting better ever since.