Wedding Night Jitters SeXStoRY

WEDDING NIGHT JITTERS By way of introduction, I was born 82 years ago in Phoenix, Arizona, in the USA. For those who are not familiar with America, Phoenix is smack dab in the middle of a desert. Dirt, cactus, road runners, diamondback rattle snakes. We get about four inches of rain per year. Yep dry all right. Try to plant flowers or vegetables and they burn right up! Learned that as a c***d. I was born Melinda Meriwether Oglethorpe. When I was twenty-two, I married Henry James Hawthorne and changed my name. I was raised by my loving mom and dad, and I helped raise my two younger siblings, Kate, and Jennifer. Yes, as you may have guessed, as the oldest, I was the underpaid, and underappreciated live-in babysitter. Let me tell you what I am not. I am not a woman without any skills, and no opinions in my head. I raised three k**s and have seven grandc***dren and f******n great-grandc***dren. That means that in eighty-two years of living, I developed the skills to be a wife, mother, maid, cook, chauffer, counselor and much, much more. And yes, I am mighty opinionated about a lot of things, and what's worse for others, I don't mind sharing those opinions, so don't get me started! I have seen Democratic and Republican Presidents come and go and my life or my families hasn't really changed one iota. I have seen our boys go to war time and again and for a host of reasons I don't claim to fully understand. I was also raised in a very religious f****y. In all of my eighty-two years, I can still count the number of times I failed to go to church on Sunday morning due to illness, birthing k**s, or going away for a much needed vacation. Every Sunday morning, when those church bells started ringing for us to assemble, my f****y always answered the call. Things sure have changed over my life-time. Some good, some not so much. Many inventions were advertised to save time, but the way I see it, I still work my back-side off with the same twenty-four hours in a day. I was born before color television, microwave ovens, and even ball point pens. We had a party line for the telephone, so you had to be careful when you used it, or you would be accidentally eavesdropping on someone's private conversation. And yes, I helped raise my two siblings and my three c***dren without the use of a single cell phone, so yes, it is possible! Growing up religious had it's rewards and it's drawbacks. If girls found themselves in the f****y way, with no husband to speak of, they were sent off somewhere and you never saw them again. Dating has changed a lot as well. In my day, if a boy came a courting, we had to sit in the front room in the house. If we were allowed by our parents to go out on a real date, like for a soda or a burger, we ALWAYS left the house with a chaperone. No one ever heard of young people 'fooling around' when there was a third party present and watching your every move. One day, I fretted most of the day away, trying to summon up the courage to talk to my momma about boys and sex. It seems like she was always busy or in the company of my dad or one of my s****rs. Finally, I found an opportunity to be alone with her and began hemming and hawing. "Momma," I stammered, try to f***e the words out. "What's on you mind, Mindy? Go on, c***d. Spit it out!" "Momma, when you are with a boy...with your HUSBAND, I mean, how do you...how do you have sex?" "Is that what's bothering your pretty little head? Don't you worry about that none, c***d. You'll figure it out when the time is right. You'll just let nature take it's course and do what comes natural. Now help me clear off the table so we can wash these dishes. Bedtimes coming soon, and you'll have to help me get these young-ins bathed and off to bed." That was the sum total of the 'sex talk.' Sex wasn't something you ever talked about. EVER. No biology or sex education in school neither. You found out the hard way, just like my momma did, and her momma, and her momma did before her. Except...when you went to church, or to the grocery store, tons of women were either pregnant or pushing baby carriages. With all those babies, the people who sold prams must be rich, to my way of thinking! So I learned a valuable lesson early. NO ONE talked about sex, but it seemed that EVERYONE must be doing it. Isn't that how babies came about? Momma never told me. I was properly courted for about six months, then we had an engagement that lasted most of a full year. We were, after I became engaged, allowed to hold hands on occasion, and the occasional good-night kiss, if someone was watching us. That's how I was raised. Prim and proper. The church wedding was grand. My momma and I went to eight shops before picking out just the right dress. A very modest white dress with a long train and veil. There were millions of little pearls sewn into the dress and it almost took my breath away just looking at it. Wearing it, I felt like a fairy princess, marrying my prince charming and living...well, you know the rest. The whole congregation turned out to see us wed and wish us well. The reception was held at the Vets hall and my, did we receive a load of fine gifts. Good thing too, because we had nothing to start out with except the few items in my 'hope' chest. My darling husband made reservations in Sedona for a two night stay for our honeymoon. It was only two hours or so by car north of Phoenix, but my was it ever beautiful! It's nickname was "Red Rocks" and a more apt description of the place could not be found. We found our room which came with a 'king-sized' bed. I never saw a bigger bed in the whole of my life! Here is where my tale begins to get interesting, at least to me. As a woman, you are just lead to believe that men somehow know about these things and will take the lead in the love-making department. My new husband didn't know any more about it than I did! His daddy had pretty much given him the same sex talk that I had. "You'll figure it out." We were both excited and scared, at the same time. We knew that before the night was over, we were expected to do it.' Part of us was anxious to see what all the fuss was about. The other half was just plain afraid and wanted to call the whole thing off. I half expected my new spouse to rip off my clothes and ravage my body. Truth be told, I had mixed feelings about being ravaged, but as a woman, I had the comforting option of just letting Henry take the lead so to speak, and I knew him to be a kind and gentle man. Henry decided that instead of hanging around and doing the deed, maybe we should eat first, postponing things a mite. The butterflies in my stomach were grateful. I knew that I couldn't ignore or get rid of them entirely, but maybe getting them to fly in formation would help some. So, we found a restaurant, ordered some food and the kindly waitress brought it to us. We picked at our food, to nervous to really eat, so back to the motel room we went. Now my butterflies had turned into Eagles and they were flying with full f***e. This was it, no looking back. My husband began to kiss me tenderly. He was a good man, a patient man, and that night endeared him to me like no other. "Mindy, I must confess, I haven't ever been with a woman before. EVER. I don't exactly know what I'm doing. I hope you don't think I'm a git or anything for being such a schoolboy in matters like this. I only know that I want to do it, but not for the reason you might think. You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I want to grow old with you by my side. This is just a loving part of our journey together." "Henry, I love you too, I really do. We can take things slow, and do what my momma said, just do what comes natural. Let's learn together, okay? I think that's what husbands and wives are supposed to do. Besides, there's no rush. We have our whole lives together!" "Thanks, Mindy. You're the best. Tell you what. I am as scared as I'm sure you are. So let's begin by just undressing each other. That's probably the best way to start." I smiled in approval. So, I wasn't going to be r**ed tonight, even if we were married. And I was glad he didn't have all that much experience. Okay. None. Learning together seemed...natural...somehow. So, I decided I would break the ice and get the ball rolling. I pulled him close to me and began unbuttoning his shirt, starting at the top and working my way down. It struck me that with all the schooling I had, education was never as exciting as the one I was about to get. I took off his shirt and then pulled off his undershirt and gave them a toss onto the nearby chair. With that done, I turned around and had my new husband unzip my dress. After he did that, it unceremoniously dropped to the floor. I turned to face my life's partner. I stood there blushing wearing my bra, panties, garter belt and nylon stockings, all in virgin white. To clear up one little point, my measurements were 38C-24-36. Never really thought about it until that moment. His eyes were devouring my half-naked form like he was a wolf and I was dinner! From the large smile on his face, I was glad he approved of what he was looking at. I put my dress on the chair. Nervously, I undid his belt buckle. If my daddy could only see me now! For 22 long years, my momma, my daddy, and the local preacher had programmed into my head that doing this was wrong, and you'd go straight to hell if you did it. Now, a few I do's and a short sermon later, it was all of a sudden, okay. It still seemed wrong somehow, or at least naughty. Guess we are all programmed from birth in one way or another for better or worse. I undid his zipper, and pulled his dress slacks down to the floor. He sat on the bed and took off his shoes, socks, and of course, his slacks. Now he only had on what is called his 'tighty-whiteys.' He had this big bulge sticking out, right in front. I remember wondering to myself, "I wonder what that's all about? Women sure don't stick out like that!" As a young bride, I was eager to see the reason behind the bulge. I stepped out of my shoes, and lay on the bed. Henry undid my garter belt from the nylon stockings and carefully rolled them down and off my legs. Was I ever glad that I had shaved them that morning before getting dressed! I stood back up and now I was in the company of the opposite sex wearing only my new white bra and panties. Color my face red! I turned around again and let my husband undo my bra. I broke out in goose-bumps when I felt it being undone. I turned to face him as he slowly removed the bra and let my ample bosom fall free. He tossed the bra onto the chair. He began kissing me again, much more passionately this time. It felt like he simply couldn't get enough of me. His arms were embracing me until I guided one of his hands up, and onto my waiting breast. When he felt my naked breast in his hand AND my hardened nipple, he began kissing my neck and ever so slowly, down to my breast. I put my hand under my breast and lifted it up, offering it willingly to my husband. He put my breast into his mouth as I felt his warm and wet tongue licking the nipple. Then he would stop and suck on my breast like a c***d would when it was nursing. He was producing sensations in me I never knew existed. I washed my boobs when I bathed, but it NEVER felt this good. Now it was my turn. What was that bulge all about? I was on safari and I was searching for big game. I wouldn't stop until I spotted my prey. I reached down and pulled his shorts all the way down to the floor. As I bent down, this long, thick thing practically hit me in the eye. So THAT is what caused the bulge! Good heavens, was it that hard all the time? How in the world could men walk around all day for 16 hours with that thing pointing straight out? It's no wonder, they were uncomfortable. It sure seemed happy to be free. I stood up and Henry pulled my panties off and tossed them onto the chair next to my bra and dress. Naked as jaybirds, both of us. Henry suggested we lay on the bed. I thought that was a pretty good idea. I began to have all these naughty thoughts running through my head. Before my religious upbringing blocked them out, I decided to act on them. Henry was lying on his back with this thing between his legs pointing straight up. I reached over and held it in my hand and it began to pulsate. It felt warm, and nice. I leaned over to see it up close. Two balls below, and a nice 'thingy' above. I played with it a while and Henry said nothing. Just sat there smiling at me. I do not know why, but I licked it. Nice. I put the head of it in my mouth and ran my tongue all over it. Henry moaned. I began sucking on it, like Henry had done to my breast. He closed his eyes and moaned out loud. Must be doing something right. I can't believe my momma was right about this. I decided that natural was good. But Henry wanted to do his own exploring. His hands covered both of my bare boobs, alternately massaging and squeezing them and sucking on the nipples. With the bl**d rushing into them, they sure turned dark pink. If this was Henry's first time at this, I decided to let him practice till the day I died. GOD, did that feel good! Only, something was happening to me that I didn't quite understand. He was sucking on my breast, but the area between my legs was tingling and getting wet which was a long ways away from my boobs. What was that all about? Henry left my breasts and very gently pulled my legs apart. He lay down between them and looked at my bush. Yes, I was all natural down there. I didn't learn about trimming it until about a year later, but that's another story. Anyway, Henry was as eager to see what a woman looked like as I was to see the reason behind his bulge in his shorts. I only hoped he was as pleased as I was. He spread the hair a bit, and then spread the lips of my sex apart with his left hand. He was looking at it and then took the finger of his right hand and ran it up and down my pussy. I involuntarily jumped when he found my clit. I didn't even know what a clit was, or what it did or what it was for. "Did I hurt you, my love?" he asked with concern in his voice. "Oh no, it felt nice. Real nice! Just hadn't felt anything like that before," I said. "Shall I do it some more?" Henry asked. "Oh yes, you do anything you want to, Henry. Don't stop!" He obediently followed my suggestion. He kept rubbing my clit and he was amazed that just like his 'thingy', my clit grew as well. I was extremely wet by now and having the time of my life. Henry was proving to be a patient and gentle lover. He found the entrance to where we could be joined as one. He put his finger in a little at a time, and then would pull it out. "Don't stop, Henry. I love it!" I encouraged. Henry obliged. He put his finger deep inside me and I felt a twinge of pain as I felt something break. I gripped the covers on the bed, not knowing what had just happened. I just know that I liked something in there and the feeling it was giving me. The sudden sharp pain gradually subsided. Henry was done teasing. Beads of something slippery was coming out of the end of his, okay, I'll say it, his penis. That word was just something you didn't use back in my day. Henry lay between my legs, and I grabbed his manhood. I used it to rub my clit a few more times before I guided it into me as he held himself up with his powerful arms. He lowered himself onto me very slowly, inch by inch until he was fully in. It was an experience I shall never forget. I had never had anything inside me before, let alone something that hot. It felt wonderful! He began pulling it out and plunging it back in, slowly at first. It felt so great, I wanted to have all of him inside me. I started lifting up my hips to match his thrusts so that the full length of his rod would find itself into my waiting hole. He began kissing my breasts which only served to make me lift my hips even higher. I also made sure both breasts got equal attention. Suddenly, I could feel Henry getting even bigger inside of me, if that was possible. My vagina responded in the only way it knew how. I felt waves of desire building inside of me. It was a feeling I was unaccustomed to, but I instinctively knew that it was going to happen no matter what I did. My pussy began to contract as wave after wave of intensity washed over me. When the muscles of my vagina began contracting over and over again, Henry spewed his hot love juices into me. Lord, was it hot, but it felt good, really good. Something I would repeat in the future, as often as necessary, and it was necessary. Regularly. My first orgasm ever! WOW! Henry went into the bathroom and cleaned up. He brought back a warm wash cloth for me as well, loving as any husband could be. We turned out the lights and fell asl**p cuddling next to each other. About 3 a.m. I woke up, horny again. This was all new to me, and I couldn't get enough. I reached over to my husband and began playing with his dick. "So, it doesn't stay hard 24/7 I found out. Okay, duly noted. But I'll bet I can get it hard again!" I said to myself. Sure enough, it began to grow as Henry woke up. I put the head of his penis in my mouth and began to suck on it for all I was worth. He smiled and let me have my way with him. I straddled my husband and lowered myself onto him in the darkness of the night. This time the roles were reversed. Henry began thrusting up to meet me and I rode him hard like he was an untamed bucking bronco. We both came again and again, and finally, exhausted fell asl**p, not to wake until 10 the next morning. My wedding night was over, jitters gone. It was worth it. Something I would recommend. And in my 82 years, I have years ago lost track of how often we have done it. Let's just say that we were novices, and we did what came naturally, and we just figured it out, just like momma said. We didn't know what we were doing, but we learned together, with each other. I wouldn't have it any other way!