Early Marriage Story
I’ve been married to my beautiful wife for 43 years. I was only 20 when we married, and she was too. We were both virgins and knew nothing about sex when we married.
We started very slowly, very shy about figuring out what felt good, and we were very reluctant to even ask each other. (Different era, guys!) We had the opportunity, our first, to travel out of town together, about a year after our marriage. Jobs had been covered, and we were fancy-free.
We were staying with one of her relatives, and we went out to eat with them. She was wearing a cute, short skirt, and I had been longing for her all day. It had been a few days since we made love, and we were 21, right?
So you can imagine my need. We got home, and my wife’s aunt showed us to our room. My face fell, I’m sure, when I saw twin beds.
Her aunt said, “Oh, let me push these together, so you can sleep in the same bed.”
My wife, being shy, said, “Oh, that’s ok.” But her aunt insisted.
So we got into bed, and I thought about the fact that we were in someone’s house. Making love would make noise, and people might hear. For some reason, this was intimidating, but also a little exciting. I reached for my wife, and she resisted, saying, “You can kiss me goodnight, but that’s it. It will make too much noise.”
She was wearing a beautiful short, lilac nightgown, low cut so that when she leaned over, I could see her gorgeous breasts. So I pulled her into me, and when our lips touched, I felt prickles all up and down my scalp and spine. I was instantly hard. I kissed her again and put my tongue into her mouth. Again, she tried to pull away and said it would make too much noise. This thought was frustrating, but also wildly exciting to me. I noticed that the air conditioning was on, and the fan and rush of air made a background noise.
I mentioned this, and kissed her again, holding her close so that her beautiful breasts crushed against me.
She said, “Do you absolutely promise to make no noise?”
Of course I said yes, and began to kiss her more earnestly. When I touched her lightly between the legs, I was surprised to note how incredibly wet she was. Her lubrication was dripping outside her panties.
It was dark, and I could just see her outline, as she thrust her legs straight up into the air and pushed her panties off in one very acrobatic move. I removed my underwear and suggested she take off her gown.
She said, “No, if someone hears, I want to be dressed.”
Somehow this excited me even more. I began to kiss her earnestly and touched her breasts through the soft velvety material of the gown. I imagined being inside her in the quiet house. When the a/c clicked off, it was almost like being in a sound proof room; you could hear our labored breathing.
Back in this day and time, KY jelly was the go to lube. She asked for some, and luckily, in my drop bag, I had a small tube. She put some on her hand and dropped her hand to my penis, which was hard beyond belief. I had never felt a hard on like that. When she started to stroke, I gasped, and she immediately covered my mouth and told me to be quiet. Honestly, it did sound loud in the quiet. I couldn’t stand much more, so I whispered to her that I was ready if she was. She told me she was, so I moved to get on top of her.
Our standard back then was me on top, with my woman’s legs spread out on the bed. We didn’t even know that there were many variations of this position, at least not until this night. When I entered her, she brilliantly put her feet flat on the bed and pulled her knees up, creating a wet, velvety, and tight fit. I glanced back in the moonlight to see her knees in the air, under the covers. I looked down at her beautiful face, upturned toward me with open desire and also love. These two snapshots are imprinted in my brain, 43 years later. I began to thrust, almost involuntarily, and the bed squeaked a bit. She told me again that I had to be quiet, which made each movement all the more sensuous.
Then the air conditioning shut off, and it was deathly quiet. I stopped moving, and just gently kissed her lips and touched her breasts, through the nightgown. Without a word, she lifted her gown so that her breasts were exposed, and I began to kiss her erect nipples. She moaned softly and thrust back against me. I could feel the juices leaking out on me and the bed. There was a lot more than I could ever remember.
Then the a/c came back on. As if on a signal, she opened her legs wider and began to push up. I started to thrust, and sounds erupted from my lips. She covered my mouth as we thrust against each other. I could hear the headboard squeaking as we moved, but the a/c seemed to dampen the noise a bit. Then, it clicked off, and we stopped again, resumed kissing, touching, even holding hands, in the dark, in the quiet. It was the most intimate experience.
Then, the a/c came on again, and the cycle started again. When my orgasm came the a/c was on, and she was beginning her orgasm also. I felt the orgasm as if it was far away and building until I went over, and I felt like it was coming from the toes all the way out of the top of my head.
She had her hand over my mouth, whispering, “Shush, shush,” over and over, as I drained a week’s worth of desire into her. I could feel her clamping down on me as she came also.
The next morning, I showered and pulled on some clean jeans and a tee shirt. She dressed in a perky sun dress, and I began to fantasize all over again. Amazing night, amazing woman.
Nice story. The air conditioner really makes everything special. I so enjoyed growing up with my Sweetie too.
Dear Zack from the Smittens:
My parents had rickety twin beds in the guest bedroom straight across from their bedroom and one night while visiting it fell in with a huge crunching bang just as we were cumming. Of course everyone came running and burst through the door . . . . My dad asked us all the next day, laughingly, “But what were you doing to make it cave in like that?”
Thanks for sharing your warm heartfelt horny story and bringing back fond memories.
That is hilarious! You ought to make it into a full-on story.
Hey smitten,
Laughed out loud, drawing the attention of all who were around me, and blushed.
The need for silence, a clandestine work of sort, adds to the excitement.
Thanks for sharing, both you and Zack.
Clandestine! That is the perfect word for it! It brings back memories of many instances that we have been in; the two us doing naughty things right under people’s noses and feeling all fluttery inside.
We were totally innocent virgins when we married too.
Our church was very conservative and although we had spent a lot of time kissing there had been no hand under clothes or feeling each other. For the first few months we were so shy that we would both orgasm quietly and have to ask ‘has it happened to you?’
Obviously our upbringing was a little sheltered!
Reminds me of the first time my wife and I spent a weekend at her parents home. They had a modest home and the spare bedroom was right next to the master bedroom. It also had twin beds! When bedtime rolled around we decided to climb into one of the single beds together. My wife was concerned about making too much noise, but our mutual desire for intimacy overcame her concern for caution.
We cuddled and kissed and decided that spooning would be the best position due to the narrow bed. The anticipation and foreplay had me in a state of arousal. As I felt her lady garden I knew that she was ready also. She lifted her leg and placed it on top of mine, as I guided my penis toward her lips. I rubbed the head of my penis up and down her lips a few times as I searched for her entrance. She arched back and I pushed my mushroom head into her.
She made a moaning sound as I entered her which caused both of us to start shooshing each other, that led to stifled giggles as we tried to be quiet. Meanwhile, my penis continued with a mind of its own to enter her fully. We stayed still for a while enjoying the beautiful feeling of togetherness, me filling her completely and she holding me tightly within her. I reached down to play with her button and in response she took my ball sack in her hand to play with my balls, rolling them around and squeezing gently.
That mutual play got us both moving in and out. We spoke in breathy whispers and as the peak approached we slowed down and relaxed to enjoy the moment. Finally I reached a point that I was not going to slow down. I grasped her hips and pulled her to me while I thrust into her as deeply as I could. We were past the point of being concerned about noise, all that we cared about was our love and completing the intimacy that we started.
The next morning at breakfast MIL asked if we had slept well? She said it sounded like we did a lot of tossing and turning.