Anticipation

I knew after our first date that I would one day marry Denise. We were engaged two months later and married nine months after that.  We moved the wedding up three months due to the raging hormones (mainly mine). Denise wanted to give me the gift of her virgin pussy on our honeymoon. It was all I could do those 11 torturous months to keep it in my pants and not completely ravish her incredible body. She was then and is today, 30 years later, the most gorgeous woman that I have ever known. She has maintained her self very well and even now at 51 many people can’t believe she is long past 40. Once when she was out shopping with our oldest son one of his friends thought she was his sister. She is definitely a beauty to behold.

In those last few months leading up to our wedding we had advanced beyond the heavy kissing. I did have occasion a few times to suck her breast, but I always had to have my eyes closed (anticipation). One time we made it home from church before my parents. We were in the bonus room lying on the floor making out heavily. I was drying humping her fully clothed body and we both had orgasms. (I know shame on me, but we were just two months from our wedding). When we stood up we both had huge wet spots on our clothes. Denise was so embarrassed, knowing my parents would soon be home.  That was 30 years ago and it still makes me horny thinking about it.

We had a beautiful wedding and saw old friends that we had not seen in years. But I couldn’t wait for it to be over. I wanted to make that drive to the North Georgia Mountains as fast as I could. We found our little mountain chalet, complete with a hot tub and beautiful mountain view. Denise was rather nervous. As I lay on the bed in anticipation, she took a shower and finally stepped out wearing a little teddy. It was the most incredible site of my life, my sweet 21 year old bride ready to give herself to me. I could hardly contain myself. The anticipation of this night had been building for nearly a year. I could hardly believe that it was actually happening.

I stood to greet her and we embraced in a passionate kiss. I led her to the edge of the bed and we sat down and continued to kiss deeply. At this point my briefs were tenting and Denise was blushing. I laid her back and continued to kiss on her neck and ear. Slowly I pulled the strings down her shoulders and for the first time saw her beautiful perky breast. Gently I kissed and licked all around her nipples before taking it in my mouth. When I did she wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me into her breast. What a wonderful sensation.

After several minutes I raised my self and lowered my briefs. It was the first time that Denise had ever seen a man’s dick. I took her hand and guided it to my swollen member. I helped her stroke it, my hand over her hand. The feeling was incredible. Then I began to rub my hands over the outside of her teddy while I continued to suck her breast and she stroked my cock. I could feel the heat rising and moisture building.

I looked her in the eye, there was passion mixed with fear; her cheeks were flushed with anticipation. She didn’t speak a word, but I knew that she was ready for me to take the gift she had waited so long to give. I moved the teddy covering her gift to the side and slowly positioned myself between her legs. I took the head of my cock and massaged her pussy lips, then I inserted just the tip about 1 or 2 centimeters in until I felt the maiden head. I pulled back all the while looking her in the eye. I did this several times and with each stroke felt more of her juice coating my throbbing flesh. After several minutes I pressed hard in and Denise grunted from the intrusion. I gently pulled out and saw that there was a dab of blood on my cock head. I asked if she was ok and she assured me that she was. We spoke at the same time, “I love you” and I dove back in. After several minutes of slow humping I began to move faster. I could feel my balls wanting to explode inside of this beautiful woman who had just given me what very few can offer on their wedding night. I knew that night that I was the luckiest man on earth.

That was 30 years ago. We will celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary in 14 days. We are heading back to the mountains where it all began. The anticipation is once again driving my wild. As I write this story Denise is having lunch with a dear friend. I just texted her, “Is your pussy wet? I sure hope so. I’m hungry.”  In many ways so much has changed and yet so many things have stayed the same. For one thing her perky tits are now fabulous 38Ds. While we have expanded our bedroom activities to include oral play, one of my favorite pasttimes remains sucking Denise’s tits; to this day it sends her over the edge. I love to hear her say “suck em baby!” I also love to hold her ass as she rides my cock and I suck her tits. I can always tell when she is about to cum  because her butt tightens and gets goose bumps. Just this past week we had a first. Denise finally did a little sexy dance for me by the bedpost. Oh my. it was instant boner. I love to admire her body and while she is in the shower I will often just stand there watching her lather up while I stroke my cock. She says I act like a little puppy, but I am a devoted puppy and  one that is eager to lick her wherever she likes.

The one thing that has become evidently clear to me over the past few years and Denise is finally starting to understand is that sex is more than just physical. I know that men are often the brunt of jokes from wives that don’t understand. “ALL HE WANTS IS SEX.” I also know that I may follow her around like a little puppy dog some times, but there is so much more to it than that. Sex for a husband who deeply loves his wife is a doorway to a spiritual and emotional connection that he shares with no other person in the world. Men are emotional too. Sex truly is a very emotional and moving experience within the garden of marriage. It is an incredible blessing; meant to be enjoyed. Even after all these years there is really nothing that compares to it. I am grateful that as we have gotten older Denise is opening up to new ways to enjoy our sex life. The reality is that the “marriage bed is undefiled.” We have the wonderful opportunity within marriage to discover ever new ways of giving each other pleasure and enjoying this most special of all relationships.

MH has been a blessing too. I am thankful that others are out there who promote the beauty of married sex. Now I wish she would hurry on home. I am really really hungry…..