Yes, she still had her cherry on our honeymoon. Was I shocked? Not at all. We had been dating off and on for the past five years.
Hell, we didn't even share a kiss until our tenth date. Talk about having blue balls!
But at least some of the other women I dated between dating Ellen put out.
She explained to me that she was raised in a strict catholic household. Sex was only for married couples. When we would watch reruns of Seinfeld she get all disgusted when they talked about sex.
I tried to explain to her, that making love was a wonderful thing if you were with the right person. But she wasn't having any of that literally.
I would tease her about doing it with the lights off and in the missionary position. She would look at me in disgust and throw me out of her condo.
This is why I still dated some of your typical bimbos. Give her a few beers and she was ready for a good fuck.
But Ellen captured a part of my heart that none of the others could. I could see myself being with her, sharing our retirement years.
So, I went back to her and she admitted that she missed me as well. We came to a compromise. She's willing to explore some of the wilder things, like hang gliding etc., if I would accept her puritan morals.
I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me. She hemmed and hawed for a bit. She did finally say yes, and we were married on her birthday of June 30.
It was quite a lavish affair as this was her parent's only child. We even had a 12 piece band in the local Knights of Columbus hall.
A bit too sappy for my friends, but for my Ellen, we had to endure it. Some of my friends got totally shit faced One even told me later he got a blowjob from the maid of honor in the coatroom.
Ellen and I took a breather from the wedding excitement before we left for our Bermuda honeymoon.
The plane had a bit of a tailwind and we got in rather early and checked into our hotel room.
"I bought a bathing suit just for this trip," Ellen said.
She slipped into the bathroom, being careful so I wouldn't see her purchase.
The horny toad in me sprung up thinking about Ellen in a skimpy bikini, and I had a hard time getting my baggy swim trunks over my raging hard-on.
To say I wasn't surprised when she came out in a 1950's style swimsuit wasn't exaggerating.
The horny toad sank back into his hiding spot,
She did look lovely to me, however. All five foot two inches of her with her soft brown hair brushing her porcelain shoulders. I loved looking at her and her emerald eyes.
We grabbed our towels and suntan lotion and headed to the beach. Very relaxing sitting on the beach, swimming and sunbathing.
At dinnertime, we went into the restaurant and had a very nice dinner. A bottle of champagne was sent over to our table by the hotel manager. Our waiter started to open the bottle, but Ellen put her hand on top of her glass.
"None for me please."
"Pardon Ma'am, it would be an insult to the Manager of the hotel if you do not drink with him? "
"Just a sip Elle!" I said.
