Sex With Girl Who Became My Wife. A Very Special Day.

The catalyst for these posts was a stack of old photos. I was sorting through the thousands of pictures we have accumulated over the years and found a small pile from the time period all this occurred in. There were four pictures I had taken of her on the day we went out for the first time. Pictures of us on her Senior Prom night, A picture taken a few hours after we got engaged. Plus several more I had taken through our dating phase and into the first few years of our marriage. I always remembered she was very pretty back then, but the pictures reminded me of what a stunning a young woman she was. She is still pretty, of course, but so much older. So, the photos triggered the memories, and no, I will not post any of them.

Since the second time we had sex, I had gotten a part time job. I am a little older than she is and had already graduated from high school and was attending the local community college. This job was after classes each day plus Saturday morning. That ended our after school make out sessions. We still saw each other every day, though. We had sex in my car a few more times, but it was November by now and when the snow came we lost the secluded places where we were able to have sex. There were still places we could go where we were comfortable making out and putting our hands in each other’s pants, but sex would have been too noticeable.

I had known from the first time we went out, which wasn’t a date so much as two people who had known each other a while deciding to go to the movies because there was nothing else going on. I knew her because she was a friend of my younger sister and I was always driving them to school functions and sporting events. We got along well, we would chat about all kinds of things. occasionally I’d tease her about her braces, but we never flirted, and although I was aware of how pretty she was, it never once crossed my mind to try to date her.

That non-date ended not only without a kiss, but without us even touching each other. When I dropped her off at her house and drove away, I knew I had found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I have no idea what caused it, it was only dinner at McDonalds and a movie and some talking, but an unbreakable bond was formed, and she was all I could think about.

Anyway, the story from that first outing to here has been recounted in previous posts. At this point we are making out less and nearly no sex because we have very little privacy. And that was ok, as long as we could spend time together.

By December I had saved up enough money to buy her an engagement ring. Now I just had to figure out how to give it to her.

I wanted it to be near Christmas, but not a Christmas present. It had to be its own day. I also didn’t want to do it in my car on a freezing winter night. I wanted to be alone with her and in a nice place, but I couldn’t come up with anything.

The day did, in fact turn out to be not Christmas, but Christmas Eve. The reason was almost like a Christmas miracle. On that day there would be no one at my house. I know my parents were working, but I can’t remember why my sister wasn’t going to be there. The girl I loved and I had the chance to be alone, and we made the most of it.

I brought her to my house and told her I had something to show her. I turned the lights on the Christmas tree and we sat on the couch. We kissed a little and then I got the ring out and asked her to marry me. She was ecstatic and didn’t hesitate, the answer was “YES!”

We sat on the couch talking and kissing for a long time. Then I asked her if she wanted to go up to my room. She said yes to that too.

The only times we had sex before had been on the floor once and a few times in the front seat of my car. Now we had a bed and real privacy.

We stood and kissed and then she let me undress her. Of course, I has seen her breasts before, and her pussy, but I had not actually seen her naked. She was breathtaking to look at. Perfect little breasts, perfect patch of pussy hair, She got into the bed and I took my clothes off and joined her.

We took our time exploring each other, kissing, I kissed her face, neck, breasts, stomach, pussy and thighs. I did not perform oral sex on her, and while she pretty much kissed me all over, she didn’t perform oral sex on me either.

She spread her legs and I climbed between them. This time I was the one to guide my cock into her. I pushed it in slowly, savoring the feeling as long as I could. She was squirming under me and let out a long “Yessss” as it slid in.

This time we made it last. Long slow strokes, short slow strokes. Our lips were locked together for most of it. She was moaning and moving her pussy up and down in rhythm with my thrusts. Whenever I got close to coming, we stopped moving until the feeling subsided.

She started moaning a little louder and pumping her pussy a little more urgently, so I responded with harder and faster thrusts. She came, now bucking under me and gasping and saying “oh, oh, oh”

Now I was ready too. My thrusts became shorter and faster, but as deep in her as I could get. My cock spasmed and my cum spurted into her. The moment the semen began flowing into her she melted under me, just completely relaxed like she was letting the sperm take her over.

We laid there for a long time. Not talking, just basking in the afterglow. It wasn’t until my cock had softened and slide out of her sopping, cum filled pussy that we separated.

We got dressed and then went out to wait for our families to get home so we could announce our engagement.

We would be able to use my bed just two more times between that day and our wedding. One time for sex, and the second, about 6 months before our scheduled wedding date, which I thought would be for sex was instead for her to tell me she had gotten pregnant and had miscarried. She had been about two months pregnant and hadn’t figured out how to tell me yet when she lost it. She was heartbroken and devastated.

All that was in the future, though. I had gone into my house with my girlfriend, and I came out with my fiancée. That Christmas Eve was the best one ever.

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