Honeymoon sex with my new wife. [M/F]

Long time reader, first time poster, yaddayadda. Sorry this is so long, didn't want to leave anything important out. This has always been one of my favorite subs, and I thought it would be fun to contribute, as I don't really have an outlet for this stuff in my daily life. This story, and any others that follow, deal with only two people–my wife and I. We're each other's first and only. Advantages, disadvantages, sure–but we've definitely had our share of hot moments, and I thought it might be fun to share some of them. We'll see where it goes.

For backstory/setting, Emma is tall with perfect, soft blond hair, pale skin, and C cups. She is a tad on the overweight side, but it’s never affected my love for her. Her ass is pillowy heaven. As for me, I’m fairly tall also, and I’m also a little heavier than I should be. Emma has always told me that she likes my dark blond hair, though, and my broad shoulders.

Emma and I are high school sweethearts. I’ve wanted her since I knew that I wanted girls. I mean, we did date other people in high school, but eventually we settled into a groove of dating each other. But mostly as a result of our church upbringing, we never had sex. Not with each other, not with anyone else. Made it all the way to our marriage altar without doing a no-pants dance. To that end, Emma was (still is, kinda) very sheltered when it came to sex. I wasn’t the most experienced person in the world either, but I had the Internet and I used it. So while my sexual education may not have been the most realistic one, at least I had something; Emma didn’t. Mostly as a result of her church/parental upbringing, which were more strict than mine, Emma’s view on sex was very, very negative for a long time. And it wasn’t just ignorance, really—the kind of stuff that’s actually misinformation (for example, she had heard of doggy style as a position before we got married, but thought it was exclusively an anal sex position, and anal sex is wrong. ’Things don’t line up like that,’ and whatnot). We eventually grew to the point where we would fool around a little before our marriage—hand jobs and fingering, mostly—but not really more than that. She awkwardly gave me head a couple of times. I appreciated her efforts, though, even if we were delaying the act of intercourse at (mostly) her behest.

Our wedding night was memorable, but not really great. She had told me beforehand, and on the way to the hotel (we flew out the next morning for our honeymoon) that she didn’t know how up for it she would be because of all the stress of the day. Life events, what you’ve been told your whole life is building towards, all the work we put into the ceremony, etc. etc…she didn’t know if she would feel like having sex. She insisted, though, after only a few minutes of making out that we should try it there in the hotel room. It wasn’t very successful, I think, for a couple of reasons. Notably, being our first times, we didn’t quite grasp how to handle the challenges of my size (not as big as some, but definitely on the large side). That, plus the mental aspect of it—the first time Emma had seen my penis, she was literally speechless, and I think the expectation of what she had heard about losing your virginity didn’t help, either. She was in pain, and we called it off mid-act. But I was patient, and we slept it off, ready to try it again later.

We left for our honeymoon the next morning. We had one week in a beautiful tropical resort. We had a lot of fun—touring around the local sights, taking pictures, lounging by the pool at the resort. It was great; to this day, with all the relationship stuff aside, it’s still my favorite trip that I’ve been on. We enjoyed the trip and the land as much as we could, but oh yeah–we were also having sex. The awkwardness and nerves that accompanied our first night together were starting to dissolve. We were still a little awkward and inexperienced, but we were figuring it out together. We had stuck to missionary and oral sex to that point, just trying to take everything slow and steady.

Until the fifth night of the honeymoon. That time…was different in some ways.

We got back into the room from one of the restaurants there at the resort, where Emma had put away almost an entire bottle of wine herself. A little sloshed, for sure, but she wasn’t completely gone or anything like that. I had a couple of glasses, as well, so both of us were feeling buzzy.

I slid the key into the door lock, pushing it gently until it rested before twisting it. The moon was perfectly framing our room, lights off, so that the only real light was the warm, orange bulb over the bathtub.

We stepped into the room. To the right was a walkway to the shower and toilet; in that walkway, the sink was to the right, and the bathtub to the left. The bathtub was, effectively, sitting in the hotel room, unobstructed from the bed which sat about two arm’s lengths away from the tub.

Emma was still her awkward self, but was doing a slightly better job at controlling her sexiness. “Mmmm, let’s get in the bath,” Emma purred at me while I locked the door. She was already bent over the edge, starting to fill the tub with water.

The smile on my face twisted.

“Just to relax,” she said with a smile of her own, turning to me as she started to lift her shirt up.

“Sure,” I said, lacing my voice with tinges of disbelief that I hoped she picked up on.

The whirlpool jets buzzed as the water frothed and bubbled around us. I was leaning up against the wall of the tub, Emma propped against my chest, with my arms draped over her wet shoulders and across those beautiful, slippery breasts. Once I pulled my gaze away from the sight in front of me, that’s when it hit me—we were alone.

Like, our whole lives, we had been attached to our parents. To our church, to our friends, to so many other people. But there, in that hotel room, we were together. And alone together.

The room was dark, as the moon had started to rise out of the angle of our windows. The only artificial light in the room was directly above us, an incandescent bulb in an aluminum fixture. It put off a decent amount of heat, and I felt it on my forehead. I know she could feel it too.

“Em?” I called to her softly. Below the water, I felt my erection start to brush against her back. “I love you.”

Emma craned her head back, and we shared a glance. That glance.

She spun herself over in the bed and straddled my lap slowly, trying not to slosh the water out of the tub. But our lips were attached from the moment the glance ended. Once she had perched in my lap, I leaned her back, putting her round, soft breasts directly under the warm light. Emma’s head fell back gently, offering them to me without a word. I took her up on the suggestion, as my arms circled her back and I dove in, kissing and licking her nipples. She started to moan, quiet and low. There wasn’t much room in the tub, but I started to wiggle my hips back and forth to reposition my dick under her. I was in no hurry, trying to help my dick find it’s way in by flexing and wiggling slowly. Her moaning picked up as I started to work on her right nipple while pinching the left gently.

“Oh God,” she whispered into my ear. “Oh God, Will.”

I looked up from her tits and started to kiss her beautiful, soft, thin lips. Once everything else started to fade out, all there was was the slow slosh of the water as I continued shifting my hips, trying to drag the head of my dick across her labia.

“Just take me to the bed,” she whispered. “Take me there.”

I am not now, nor have I ever been, one that’s needed to hear instructions twice in these situations. So I kissed her breasts for another short moment before tripping the drain plug with my foot and continuing to make out with my wife.

Once we got too cold to stay in the bathtub, we both stood up and grabbed towels. The whole time, though, our lips never stopped. I dried Emma off in the walkway as she pulled the other towel back and forth across my broad shoulders. Our tongues stayed locked together, gently exploring each other’s mouths until we got sick of the towels. She dropped the one she used on me and deliberately, slowly wrapped her hand around my erection. “Follow me, husband,” she said to me with a devilish grin. She led me by the dick to the bed, where we both climbed up and made out on our knees.

She never let go of my penis, and once we got onto the bed she started pumping it gently with her hand. Feeling the dryness of just getting out of the tub, she reached toward the nightstand for lube. Meanwhile, as she applied it to my erection, I had reached down and was fumbling for her clit. Couldn’t see much, because we were out of the light, but my hand explored around enough until it felt the little, tiny button.

“I bet,” I said to Emma, “that I can get you off before you can get me off.”

She hummed excitedly. “Oh, you’re on,” she said, starting to tug a little more quickly on my erection. She tried to re-adjust the angle of her wrist slightly as our mouths stayed locked, the sweat starting to form on our brows. Emma’s a competitive person, and I could tell that she definitely wanted to win this little game we had invented for ourselves.

I had started thrusting into her hand while I we were making out, but once I found her clit, I smiled behind my face knowing that I would win this round. Emma’s moans were picking up, louder and louder, to the point where I was wondering if we would have an awkward encounter with the neighbors tomorrow. But fuck that, I decided—I didn’t care. I gently flicked her clit back and forth in the dark. She must have sensed that she was losing, because she tried to break away from our kiss and go down on me. But I held her still, firmly, as my finger sped up slightly.

“OhGodOh GOD, Will,” she moaned.

“Lay down,” I told her. She didn’t hear me. Or, at least, she heard me but was too occupied to obey. She stayed on her knees, eyes closed, with the strained look of ecstasy on her face. She wasn't stroking my dick any more–her mind was otherwise occupied. I could feel the muscles behind her skin start to tense up as her competitive spirit tried to fight its way toward my dick, which admittedly ached for her touch. But (because I’m a classy bitch, I guess) she came first, as her big thighs clamped down on my hand with a strong grip. I saw her eyes close tight, her breaths got quick, and her voice called to some demon somewhere. It was the sexiest thing I had ever heard to that point—this ecstatic, high moan/shriek. And then she collapsed on the bed, pulling herself away from my hand, legs quivering and wet.

I rested back on my ankles for a moment, proud as shit of what I had accomplished. That wasn’t her first orgasm, but it was her best. She was reduced to a mumble. “Water,” she said.

As I walked back to the bed and handed her the glass, she sat back up. Facing the bath light, I could see her face; her eyes were fixed on my dick, standing at perfect attention. One of those erections that feels like it’s just going to run out of skin. I was proud of what I had done to her, yeah, but I was also proud of what was between my legs. “You like it?”

She inhaled sharply and nodded, without another word. I honestly think the sight of it was still a little scary to her, but her face looked a little more determined this time. “What next?”

The buzz was still rolling. I leaned down and started kissing her again, and she reciprocated more slowly than before, but still showing interest. She was still with me.

I’m a doggy style guy when it comes to porn, but I had never experienced it firsthand. And did I mention Emma’s best feature was her ass? “Bend over,” I whispered in her small ear.

“Whoa,” she said, “you’re not going in my ass with that.”

“Not your ass. I promise.”

Her demeanor was odd—equal parts post-sex bliss and uncertainty about what was getting ready to happen. But we kissed for another moment before she bent over onto all fours, positioning her delicious, jiggly ass right at the edge of the bed.

“Holy shit,” I said.

“What?”

“That’s…the best thing I’ve ever seen,” I said.

“Is it really that big of a difference? Why is this exciting for you?”

“It just is, babe,” I said. “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” My new wife’s ass was presented to me, pinkish-red pussy lips peeking out from between gloriously pale thighs.

Almost involuntarily, my dick started twitching. Come ON, dude.

I grabbed Emma by the hip with my left hand and slid my dick up and down into her warm, wet slit. She hummed and wiggled with easy pleasure. “Here it comes,” I said, growing accustomed to warning her before I’d enter her.

I started pushing in, still slowly as we had discovered that I had to do (still have to do, actually) for her vagina to stretch around me. I kept pushing, though, for the length of Emma’s moan. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she held out until my hips pressed against her ass cheeks. Somehow, it felt like her pussy had doubled in length as I pushed all the way in, as far as I could go.

“My God,” I muttered, almost in doubt that this could be any better. “All good?” I checked on her, as this was new to us.

Emma’s lungs were pumping harder than usual. “Yeah, I’m good,” she called back to me in a breathless voice.

I pulled about half of my dick back out, reaching up to grab her other hip with my right hand before pulling her back toward me, back onto my sword. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” she said, turning her head to face me as she looked over her shoulder before dropping her head down to the bed. The way everything was positioned, I was on my tiptoes—her thighs propped her up a little higher than I needed. We spent the next few minutes trying to re-adjust, moving her ass down or trying to give me something to stand on. The whole time, though, I was still firmly thrusting into her, feeling the press of her feathery ass on my hips as I pushed. Her moans punctuated every thrust as I felt her pubic bone pressing on the underside of my dick, almost like it was milking every thrust.

It was amazing, but I wasn’t able to build up enough of a rhythm to really get anywhere. And I think the position was wearing her out—she asked me eventually if we could switch it up. “It’s starting to hurt a little,” she explained. As for me, after years of waiting, I was just balls-deep doggy style with my new wife. She pretty much could’ve said anything there, and I would’ve gone along with it.

So we stopped, and she flipped over onto her back. “How about this?” she offered, scooting her ass to the edge of the bed.

I smirked, grunting my approval. Bending my knees slightly, I pointed my dick into her. I slid all the way back in, starting to get a little impatient. My hands grabbed her ankles and put them up over my shoulders before grabbing on to the sides of her ass, and I started firmly fucking her.

The way her tits shook, they looked like Cookie Monster eyes. I focused on my pace, trying to make each thrust both equal and memorable. After another minute, I felt the switch flip; her moans were becoming longer and more connected, like she was starting to come back into it after her orgasm earlier. Eventually, the tingling at the tip of my dick was too much to ignore—one more big, slow thrust all the way in and I held her there tight, pumping every drop that I could manage as far into her as I could. Her eyes opened wide, but her mouth opened wider as she felt my orgasm rushing into her.

I pulled out slowly, letting her feel it. Then I climbed up on the bed and cuddled up to her, just resting for a moment.

“Everything cool?” I finally asked her.

I looked down, and she was touching herself, softly and slowly. That was the biggest surprise of the week to that point—that she was doing this in front of me. That moment felt like the first one where she started really shedding her old skin, and starting to move into a life with me. I looked back up at her with widened eyes.

“Mmhmm,” she nodded. “Just let me know when you’re ready again.”

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