NOTE - This is another collaborative effort from Heather and I. This was the first story we wrote together and it was written shortly before our 30th anniversary.
I wrote my memories first then had the idea to share it with Heather. When she started reading, her memories kicked in. When she started telling me her memories, I told her to add them into the story in the right places.
I don't remember ever having a conversation with Heather about our wedding night so her memories were a surprise to me. I had no idea how much that first night meant to her. I thought she was so afraid that she just laid back and tried to block out what was happening.
Enjoy our first story.
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-- NICK --
We married on a very cold, windy day. A snow storm had blown through the night before our big day and dumped over a foot of snow. The good news was the storm was long gone when we woke up. The sun was bright, the sky was blue, and the snow left a beautiful white blanket all across the valley and the surrounding mountains. It was a perfectly beautiful day to be married. The cold, windy conditions wreaked havoc on our attempts to get some good wedding pictures however.
Heather and I were married in the morning and our reception was several hours later that evening. Our first home would be about four hours from our wedding and reception hall, so after our ceremony we had no choice but to wait it out at her parent's house.
Once at the house, we ate a light lunch and mingled with the friends and family who had decided to come by. We were exhausted and decided to go downstairs to my new wife's old bedroom to get a little rest. I really didn't want to get into bed with my new wife without giving her a test drive, but she made it clear that she wanted to wait to consummate our new bond in our honeymoon suite after the reception. As a compromise, she agreed to allow me to strip her down to her birthday suit and I did the same.
-- HEATHER --
I didn't go downstairs thinking we were going to do anything but sleep. After we got down there I realized that Nick had other ideas. I was scared. Other than one short instance of light petting (touching my breasts) during our dating, this would be my first sexual experience beyond kissing.
-- NICK --
For the next few hours, we lay in her bed exploring each other's bodies. I was the luckiest man on the planet. My new bride had several things to admire. First, she's gorgeous. Second, she's tall and slender with long legs and perfect (for me) smallish breasts. Third, she's now married to me and I am the first person to see her naked aside from her parents and maybe a few girls in the locker room of her high school. My beautiful bride was a virgin. The greatest gift I have ever received. I wish I could say I gave her the same gift. I have very few regrets but this is my biggest to this day.
-- HEATHER --
When we got into bed naked I was really freaked out. He started touching me. It felt wonderful to have his hands softly touching my shoulders, arms, and breasts. I lay there and moaned softly, getting used to the feeling of his hands on me. At first I didn't dare touch him back, but after a while I started caressing his hairy chest and stomach.
-- NICK --
Looking back, I realize that this is my favorite memory of the day. Because we agreed to wait until later that night to share our most sacred gifts with each other, we could just relax and explore. She was very naïve and was fascinated with my penis and balls. She fondled them softly and carefully so as not to hurt me. I was in love with her magical breasts and spent a lot of time playing with them.
Although I wasn't a virgin, my brief sexual experiences were stupid and clumsy. I knew nothing of the female form. I took my time and explored her vagina, opening the lips for a better view. We both had a lot of questions about each other's bodies and spent a lot of time just talking about what we were learning. There was a lot of giggling and awkwardness but it was so much fun.
-- HEATHER --
After a while, Nick's hand inched lower. I stiffened a little and waited. Then he touched me in a place that I had never been touched before. I jumped as he touched me for the first time. He waited, then touched me again. His fingers were very gentle and soft, and soon I relaxed.
I timidly reached for his penis, which, I admit, I had touched only once before our marriage and that was outside through his clothing. It felt warm and stiff. Then I touched his balls. They were cooler and very squishy and hairy. Not what I had expected. My fingers explored while he continued to touch me.
I think I was too freaked out to really feel anything sexual yet. I know he was feeling it though, because he was rock hard. The whole time I was worried my parents or someone would come downstairs and catch us. I guess I didn't feel married yet.
-- NICK --
As we lay there exploring each other and making out, we had no clue where we were going or how we were going to get there. All we knew was that we were in love and very excited about a new life and future together. We figured we'd hold on tight to each other and take the plunge. I don't remember if we ever fell asleep or not and soon it was time to get some food and get ready to run to our reception.
For me, the reception was a nightmare. For such a small town where she grew up, there were hundreds of people coming through the line. We stood there for 3 hours just meeting people. If we thought we were exhausted before, now we were nearly dead. The reception couldn't end soon enough but it finally did.
-- HEATHER --
I loved the reception. These were my friends and family. It was great to have everyone I loved there to celebrate the happiest day I'd ever had. We stood most of the night, talking to everyone. My legs started to ache, and got worse and worse as the night wore on. I started thinking about the big bathtub at our hotel. I knew I'd want to get in it and soak in the hot water as soon as we got there. That's what I was thinking about all night. I'm sure Nick had other thoughts on his mind.
-- NICK --
Free at last, we sprinted back to her parent's house and changed our clothes before driving the 30 minutes to our hotel. Remember that cold, windy day I mentioned? It turned into an even colder, windier night. One thing I've learned about my wife is she's ALWAYS cold. ALWAYS! By the time we arrived at the hotel, she was chilled to the bone which led to ...
I don't know about other men but I have always had my dreams and/or fantasies about my wedding night. Aside from the obvious of sharing our sex with each other, my dreams included my beautiful new bride going into the bathroom, making me wait far too long as she primps and preens, dresses in sexy lingerie, applies the right amount of makeup and perfume before emerging and presenting herself to me so I can undo everything she just did. I anticipated for years "unwrapping" my new gift. Even though we had the afternoon "explore and grope fest", I was still looking forward to seeing Heather in her sexy underthings and then playfully removing them.
The Honeymoon Suite Bathtub
As soon as we were in the room, Heather saw the big bathtub and announced how cold she was. She immediately went over and started the hot water flowing so, after I got my gift "unwrapped", the tub would be ready for her. After she got the water running, she opened her suitcase and removed a frilly looking bag, looked at me, gave me a cute little "you're gonna love this" look, and disappeared into the bathroom closing the door behind her.
"OH, BABY," I was thinking. "This is going to be so great! She's gonna come out of there looking all sexy and I will get to ..."
