"Aaargh! What's that?" cried my wife on our wedding night. Her hand had accidentally brushed against my erection, which in those days was fairly impressive. We were naked together in bed for the first time, with the light off because she would have been too embarrassed for us to see one another's bodies. That question was the last thing I was expecting, and the only reply I could think of was "What do you think it is?"
We were both committed Christians, in a tradition which had negative attitudes towards sex. We had heard more than one preacher say "I never even kissed my wife until we were engaged, and she respected me for it." We felt a little guilty because I had begun kissing her at an earlier stage in our relationship and she had allowed me to do so. While we were engaged, I once touched her breast under her bra, but she pulled my hand away, with the words, "Not until we're married." We never saw each other even partially naked.
We expected to have sex for the first time on our wedding night, but she was rigid with terror at the prospect and after a few attempts at penetration it soon became obvious that it would be impossible. My wife gladly agreed to my suggestion that we should continue the "courting" process for a few days and postpone intercourse until we were ready. Not surprisingly, I could not sleep with my erection unrelieved, and so I said I needed to go to the toilet. Of course, what I actually needed to do in the bathroom was masturbate, to relieve the erection, and that is what I did.