My Honeymoon Ch 00

I know it probably seems old fashioned, but Mark and I decided to wait until we were married before we had sex. We dated the whole time I was in high school, and my first year of college. He was three years ahead of me, so when he graduated, we got married. The plan was that he would go to work and I would be a housewife and a mother. I had never been so proud as I was on the day that I got married. I was never as sure of anything.

The ceremony was beautiful, with our Pastor Richard giving a wonderful homily about the devotion of husband and wife being like the devotion of God to his children. As I listened, I knew I would always love, honor and obey my husband in all things. I knew we were meant for each other and that nothing would ever change that. I knew that we had done the right thing by waiting.

The reception was everything I had wanted it to be, in the backyard of my parents house, with plenty of food, and dancing and everyone dressed up and having a good time. It seemed like the whole town came, and even a few people from out of town, Mark's uncle came down from Memphis, and even my friend John whose family had moved to Arkansas when we were twelve came.

That night was the first time we were together, and we were both nervous. I pulled my nighty up to my waist and slid my panties down, and he lay on top of me, kissing me. I was so excited when I felt him pressing against me, I didn't have any idea what was happening to me, I just knew that I couldn't hold still, and I was dizzy, and this unbelievable heat was filling me up.

I had felt that way before, but never that much, and everyone I had asked had told me that I should pray for the strength to wait until I was married and I could have sex without sinning. It had always worked, though I did seem to spend a lot of time praying. This time, though, I didn't have to wait. I didn't have to pray. I could do what my body wanted to.

"Is this it?" he whispered.

"Yessss," I moaned, as he pressed against me. I felt that part of me opening up for him, welcoming him into my body, and he slid in slowly, gasping and sweating as if he had been running. I felt a sting of pain as something ripped, and then there was a moment when I felt like I was in heaven. My arms and legs wrapped tight around my husband, and he pushed into me.

Each time, it seemed like the light blazing in my belly was brighter, and I thought I might evaporate right there. Four times he pushed in, and four times I felt my body squeeze him, and then he jerked. I thought he was having a seizure, and I was starting to panic. If he collapsed on top of me, he was so big, I wasn't sure I'd be able to get out from under.

After a minute, though, he rolled off of me, onto his back, panting for breath.

"Are you alright?" I asked him.

"Oh Amy," he said after a few minutes. "I've never felt anything like that in my life. That was amazing."

It was, too. He fell asleep quickly, but I couldn't sleep. I could feel his seed inside me, and my whole body felt like it was burning with pleasure. I wanted to try again, but it had been a very long day, with the wedding and the reception, and his uncle Charlie getting drunk and proposing to all three of my bridesmaids, as if he weren't twice their age and divorced already. I knew I shouldn't wake him, so I went into the bathroom and took a shower.

It was one of those showers that detached from the wall, and I thought it would be a good idea to clean up down there, since Mark's stuff was dripping down my legs. When I did, though, something happened that made my legs so weak I had to lay down right there in the tub. I tried again, and the pressure of the water hitting me there made me feel like I was exploding with happiness. I didn't know it at the time, but I had just cum.

If we had just moved into our new house the next day, everything would have been fine, but instead, we had wanted to go on a real honeymoon trip. With a lot of help from both our families, we were able to go on vacation for two weeks. The next morning, we got up early, and loaded our luggage into the car for the drive down to New Orleans.