The moment had finally arrived. Sally and I had been waiting for a long, long time. We had agreed that we wouldn't sleep together before marriage and finally this afternoon, we had gotten married.

After the ceremony and reception we had gone to her parents' house and changed our clothes. We were now in a room in a nice hotel. Our first moments alone as husband and wife. I looked into her eyes and we met in a kiss. We embraced and held each other tight for a long time. We kicked off our shoes, then stepped apart and I reached behind her and untied the sash on her dress. Then she removed my tie. We continued to kiss throughout this time of exploration. She began to unbutton my shirt and I undid the two buttons on the front of her dress revealing her bra. She helped me out of my shirt and then unbuttoned my pants. The pants fell to the floor. She bent down and helped me step out of the pants and she removed my socks. Sally stood back up and I worked her dress up over her head. We now faced each other in just underwear.

I kissed her deeply and reached behind her. I fumbled with the clasp of her bra for a few moments. Then with a smile I turned her around to see what I was dealing with. I was surprised and amused by what I saw; not just the complexity of the clasp, but also a small butterfly tattoo on the small of her back, just above her panties. I was sure that there was a story to go with that, and I had the rest of my life to hear it. I spent another minute unhooking the bra, but it was definitely worth the effort as I watched her breasts come free. They were just incredibly beautiful. Once we were facing each other again, we each grasped the waistband of the otherÂ’s underwear and slid them down.

Naked, except for our wedding rings, we sat down on the bed and stretched out next to each other. We could tell that God had made us for each other. We began exploring the otherÂ’s body with our handsÂ…

Go on what happen next....

next?...

maybe he finds out all the stuff he should have known before they married.

"whaddaya mean you don't like it THAT way?"

hehe

i wonder if he waited until they were married too to find if she she could cook, or would.

I think cooking is probably the number one prequisite to getting married.

I agree!! It's very important that the guy knows how to cook!!!

Point Well Taken!!!

I agree.

Wow....first time here, first post...what a story...any updates?