Losing my virginity on my wedding night [FM]

It had been a perfect day. I married my best friend and everything had gone off without a hitch. I could gush about it all day. The ceremony was beautiful. The reception was amazing. Everyone that was important to us was there. It was just incredible. The cake has been cut and served. We had made the rounds and said thank you to everyone for coming and now it was time to go. We headed out through a sea of bubbles and friends to our getaway vehicle and we were off.

That night we are staying at a great little bed and breakfast for our first night together. During the 20 minute car ride to the inn we held hands and talked about the day. How beautiful everything was. How the pictures would turn out. How good the best man’s toast was. Can you believe he was hitting on your cousin. It was great and the time flew by. A few minutes before we arrive he got a text. I hate it when he uses his phone while driving so I told him to “hand it over”. He did and it was from a member of his wedding party who is married to my good friend also in the wedding party. The text says: “We just left. Everything is all set. Have a good night mate!” “Why is he telling you everything is all set?” I asked. “Don’t worry about it.” He replied. “What is going on?” I asked slyly not receiving an immediate answer.

As he turned left down a dark driveway he said “Let’s just say I have a few more surprises for you tonight.” It was then I realized we weren’t at the B&B. “Wait, where are we?” I asked as we emerge into a clearing. Nestled into woods was a gorgeous house standing picture perfect all lit up looking oddly familiar. As we pulled up to the garage I was so confused. It wasn’t until after he had parked and hurried around the car to collect me that I saw the big red bow on a green door (I love green doors btw) “Why is there a bow on the door?” I asked. “Because I bought it for you” he replied. “Bought what for me?” I asked still confused “The house…do you like it?” he replied

Then I recognized it. It was our house! The one we had designed. The one he said we wouldn’t be able to afford for a few years but that it would be good to dream. I just melted. I couldn’t believe it. “Look it even has a green door!” he encouraged. I just stood there weeping as he hugged me. “You built me our house. How did you do this?” I cried. “We broke ground the day after we were engaged.” He answered “I had to push the crew hard to get it done in time, but we got it done. Oh and everyone knows; your sister, your parents, my parents, most of our friends. Honestly half the people at the wedding knew. I was surprised we were able to keep it a secret to be honest. Come on, let’s go inside and look at it.”

He opened the door and he carried me across the threshold as I beamed at him with a smile. He then took me on a tour of the whole house. There wasn’t any paint or furniture yet as he thought it would be better to pick out the colors together and he couldn’t risk moving in any of his things without making me suspicious, but it was perfect. Exactly as we had envisioned it. I was so happy! The last room that we came to was the master bedroom. As I opened the door I realized what our friends had been up to. This room had furniture. An oak bedroom set with matching night stands. The bed was made with white sheets with a white down comforter folded at the base sprinkled with a few red rose peddles all illuminated by over little 50 candles.

It was then that I realized we weren’t going to the B&B. My heart started to beat out of my chest and I became nervous looking at the scene knowing what was about to happen. I looked up at my husband and he kissed me. He pulled back and asked “Do you need to get ready? … All your things are in the bathroom … Just come out when you are ready.” In the bathroom my friend had set everything out for me. Toothbrush, deodorant, and baby wipes to make sure I was “fresh” with a little note that said; Don’t be nervous. Just have fun! I smiled at the note as I let my hair down proceeded to get ready.

When I finally emerged from the bathroom he was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing his suit pants and white undershirt. As I walked to him, still wearing my dress that now glided a few inches above the ground after removing my heals, he stood up to greet me saying “You’re so beautiful” making me blush. Tasting the mint from his toothpaste as we kissed I knew he too must have slipped away to get ready. We kissed some more as I pressed onto my tippy toes before I said “I might need some help with my dress.” Putting his strong arms around me he lifted me off the ground, spinning me around so I was between him and the bed. He kissed me again as he set me down and I turned so he could undo my zipper. I tried to remain calm as he flicked away my golden locks and unclasped the hook holding me together but as he tugged down the zipper a shiver shot down my spine. He put his warm hands on my shoulders helping to push the dress off my arms as I allowed it to fall to the floor. My back still to him, he hugged me tight around my stomach as I pressed into him. He then took his hands and made his way up to my boobs squeezing them through my white bra. My nipples were so sensitive and it felt so good to have him touch me after all this time. I wanted him so badly. I turned my head and we kissed over my shoulder. We stepped left and out of the dress and I turned to faced him.

“We should hang up my” was all I was able to get out before he interrupted me with a kiss. Then to my surprise he half pushed, half tossed me onto the bed, my tits bouncing from the impact. I propped myself up on my elbows while he looked down on me. He had his same kind eyes as always but there was also an intensity that I hadn’t seen before. As I watched he began to undress. First he pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and six pack abs on his 6’1” 175 pound frame. Next his pants dropped to the floor and I was left staring at the growing bulge in his gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs while he removed my garter. He looked so large in that moment, masculine, confidant, and in control. He gave me a minute to take him in from my candle lit perch on the bed. When my eyes finally meet his I noticed the corner of his mouth turn up ever so slightly before he pulled down his Calvin Klein’s.

He was far bigger than I was expecting. He wasn’t even fully hard yet and he was at least 6 and a half inches and super thick. I just sort of froze, going full deer in the headlights. My mind started to race. “He looks really big. I’m a small, skinny girl (5’ 6” 120 lbs.) how is that going to fit inside me. I hope this doesn’t hurt. He’s been with other girls. I hope I’m not terrible at sex and he becomes disappointed in me. I bet he can see the huge wet spot in my panties. Maybe he likes the huge wet spot in my panties. I think it’s getting bigger this really is going to hurt.” My heart was beating so hard I swear he could hear it as he climbed onto the bed and rested part his weight on top of me pressing his cock into my leg. Sensing my panic he looked me deeply in the eyes and put his hand on my cheek before kissing me finally breaking my train of thought, bringing me back into the moment.

We laid there just kissing for a minute before he sat up kneeling with his legs folded under him beckoning me to join him. I did a sit up and he pulled me onto his lap as my legs spread around him. Pulling again he brought me closer pressing my pussy right against his cock, shielded only by my thin white panties. As I looked down the gap between our bodies he lifted me up and down rubbing me against his hard cock which was now glistening with my moisture that had soaked through. I moved my hands to his face and we shared a long deep kiss as he reached up and unclasped my bra. I leaned back allowing it to fall before tossing it away as he took in, for the first time, my 32 C’s looking large on my small frame. He pulled me tight pressing me against his firm chest before lifting himself and me to his knees. Taking a kneeling step he set me down with my head at the top of the bed on a pillow.

Wasting little time, he left a trail of kisses from my lips down my cheek, neck, and chest before arriving at my boobs. He spent a solid minute massaging me and sucking on my nipples, making me gasp, before continuing his trail south. Not even hesitating at my panty line, he continued down kissing me right on my clit through my soaked panties. Grabbing the elastic with his hands I instinctively lifted my hips off the bed allowing him peal them off as a glistening rope of wetness stretched and then snapped falling back onto my pussy.

As I laid there trembling looking up at him in all his manhood kneeling before me. Knowing, but really not knowing, what was to come. I resolved myself in that moment that, come what may, I would let him do literally anything he wanted to me that night. He had waited for me! Not pressuring me once after I told him I wanted to wait even during the engagement. It must have been torture for him. He had given me the perfect wedding and even a surprise home to share as a wedding present. I mean who does that? Truly and completely I was his and I would do anything to please him for the love and commitment he showed me. The wedding might have been for me but tonight was his and he could do with me as he pleased without any complaint from me.

Putting his hands on my knees he pushed my legs further apart then moved up my legs caressing my inner thighs as I felt a drop of moisture escape. I expected him to come forward and join with me right then, but instead he leaned down and kissed me on my lower stomach. Laying down he began to kiss all around my shaved pussy finally coming to rest on my clit causing me to twitch and squirm. Then using his thumbs he massaged me starting at the base of my pussy, slowing stretching and pulling me horizontally, opening me up. At first I thought this rather strange. It felt good but shouldn’t he just finger me. He didn’t. He just kept poking around my pussy making me mildly embarrassed. When he reached the top of my kitty he used two fingers to press my outer labia together around my clit. First rolling it between his fingers before suddenly “popping” my clit sending an intense shock wave over my body as I let out and unexpected yelp. After “popping” me several more times he went back to the massage but this time moved his thumbs to my inner labia stretching me further as he moved down. When he reached my base I was so wet I no longer had a drip but a full stream flowing out, pooling on the bed.

He spent forever rubbing the opening of my little hole but never entering me. Which to me was pure torture. I was squirming and embarrassed by the moans I couldn’t keep in, finding no fulfillment. He then wrapped his left arm around my leg steadying me before using his hand to rub my clit. I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached down running my fingers through his hair causing him to look up at me as I pleaded with him to put me out of my misery. He soon obliged slipping in two fingers finally delivering the satisfaction I so desperately wanted. After that he used the hand still wrapped around my leg to pull back my hood as he began to lick and suck on my clit, driving me absolutely wild. But it wasn’t until he turned his fingers upward and found my G-Spot that the intensity really started to build. It only took about 30 seconds after he put all the pieces together before he made me come. I muffled my moans and squirmed but was unable to escape his grasp. I tried to push him away but he had the leverage and made me linger in ecstasy for several more seconds before finally having mercy on me.

I was still in mild shock as he climbed on top of me. I pulled him toward me and kissed him tasting my own juices as I thanked him for the orgasm. Looking at me he asked “Are you ready? Smiling back at him I replied “Yes, just take it slow” Getting up he knelt in front of me rubbing his cock against me, slipping it back and forth getting wet for me. Then using his hand he flicked himself across my opening coating the tip finally stopping, ready to push in as he looked down at me. Trembling I took a big breath in anticipation but he did the unexpected. He flipped my legs up onto his shoulders as I squeaked in surprise leaning in all the way stretching my hamstrings as he kissed me. Pulling back from our kiss he looked deeply into my eyes and said “I love you” as he pushed in for the first time, kissing me again.

Pausing for a moment and allowing me to breathe, he slowly pulled out then pressed back in slipping deeper than before. I will always remember those first few strokes as he gently challenged me to take more and more of him. I moved my hands to his face and we looked deeply into each other’s eyes again as he slowing moved in deeper and deeper. The emotions I felt were overwhelming and tears began to well up in my eyes, partly from the pleasure, partly from the pain, partly from the sheer gravity of the moment. I was losing my virginity to my best friend and husband in the house he built for me on my wedding night. I felt so safe, so secure in his arms, yet dangerous and sexy.

Seeing my tears he paused asking if I was “ok”. Wiping my eyes I said “I’m ok.” “You have to tell me if it hurts” he retorted as he started up again. “No, it doesn’t hurt” I lied as he pumped several more times “I love you and it feels so good” I said smiling at him. With this added confidence he pressed down hard, forcing the final portion of his dick completely in. My abs contracted and I nearly head butted him as I rode out the shock of pleasure and pain. He continued to thrust away still quite slowly yet more forcefully soon picking up speed. The pain wore away as it was replaced by intensifying pleasure as I took the full length of his member. I was contorted up, calves on his shoulders, feet over my head in a position I didn’t even knew existed before, unable to move, totally given over to this man. Held tight by his arms and his love, filled and stretched to my limit. It was then I felt it. A deeper and different pleasure than when he fingered me. With each trust and retraction it grew and grew. I involuntarily began to moan trying to muffle myself before he looked at me and said “No one is going to hear you baby” giving me license to let loose. Everything was electric, my whole body began to tremble. I couldn’t control my breathing as he slammed down again and again and again. I was in ecstasy. I closed my eyes and gripped him tight as the orgasmic wave crashed over me. I cried out in high pitched screams as my pussy contracted again and again on his cock still pumping inside me.

As the intensity subsided he finally stopped, pulled out, and let my legs down giving me reprieve as he slid to my side playing with my boobs as my chest slowed its heaving. After gaining control of myself I rolled toward him gazing at him with my deep blue eyes. “That was amazing” I said with a shaky voice. “I think we are going to be very happy together” he smiled back as we cuddled together. “I think so too” I replied. But our night was far from over. Making his way to his knees I followed kneeling in front of him. I reached out grabbing his cock thinking I might as well try to give my first blow job, but before I could he kissed me, then told me to turn around. I did as I was told. It was his night. He was the boss. Still upright I turned and looked over my shoulder as he moved closer grabbing my hips. Then slipping his hands up my chest he pulled me back to him by my boobs. He leaned in and kissed me over my shoulder then moved his left hand down to my waist and used his right to push me onto all fours. Saying “No, all the way down” gently pushing again till my face and shoulders were on the bed. Putting his weight on my lower back I arched till I reached a position that satisfied him.

As he entered me I gasped but quickly fell into rhythm with his long continuous strokes as he pulled on my hips. He started off fairly shallow but soon was going full length slapping his hips against mine, driving me forward sliding my sensitive nipples across the sheets adding to the intensity. He maintained his depth and pace for more than a few strokes before delivering a particularly forceful stroke, penetrated further than he ever had before just barely hitting my cervix sending a massive shockwave through my whole body, causing me to cry out in bliss. I swear this man was made for me. He literally is the perfect size. So thick that I am stretched wide forcing my pussy to grip him and just long enough to hit my cervix at max penetration without being painful. Anyway. Sensing my pleasure he picked up the pace making me moan and buck my hips. It got so intense I tried to move forward to get away but he pulled me back crashing down again scoring another hit on my cervix shooting ripples of pleasure through seemingly every nerve in my body. I pressed up onto all fours trying to control his depth but he wasn’t having it, only allowing me a few stokes before pulling my hands out and pressing me back down where he wanted me.

It was then, that through the haze that had formed over my mind, due to the obvious lack of blood flow to the brain, I remembered that this is what I wanted. I was his. He could do with me as he wanted. If he wanted me face down, back arched, going full length, pounding my cervix, if that’s what gave him pleasure then I wouldn’t move. I would just take it. I might scream…a lot…but I wouldn’t stop him. I should note that he wasn’t being mean or abusive pounding me this hard on the night I lost my virginity. I really didn’t have a conception of what hard was at this point :-)

As he continued stroking away I knew my plan was working because I could hear his breathing become sharp and he began to mutter low guttural moans that became louder over time as he periodically called out my name. But as much as I wanted to focus on him I had my own problems. I was barely holding it together. I was T-minus 30 seconds from blasting to the moon and I couldn’t repress it any longer. And being a man of impeccable timing it was then he decided to reached around my leg and attack my clit. Within a few seconds I was gone. As the euphoria consumed me he scored one final cervical shot taking me past the moon to somewhere far, far away.

A few strokes later he released me allowing me to collapse in a heap on the bed shivering and shaking, curling up into the fetal position desperately trying to regain control over my body as the aftershocks flowed over me. He lied down behind me spooning me, putting his arm around me, taking my hand in his. We laid there for what seemed like forever but I was so out of it I honestly don’t know for how long. Finally his kisses to my shoulder brought me back and I rolled over to face him nuzzling into his shoulder. After a moment I looked up at him pressing my boobs into his chest and said “I love you” “I love you too baby” he replied as we kissed. The night had been so overwhelming but I knew my job wasn’t done. He hadn’t come yet. Hard as I had tried to make this night about him he had outclassed me twice now, three times if you count the foreplay, but now it was his turn.

I pulled back, looked him directly in the eyes and with the most serious face I could muster said “I want you to fuck me till you come.” Which is a funny thing for me to say because I’m a good girl and never swear. He instantly burst out laughing mildly deflating my ego but after a few seconds I had joined him in a good chuckle. “I’m serious though I want you to come. Put me in any position you want and don’t stop until you come” Smiling at me he said “I almost came already but you didn’t seem like you could take any more” Getting up I said “I don’t think I could have, it was so intense but now I want you to feel that too”. I pointed my butt at him as I climbed back into doggy giving him a proper show. Reaching up to give me a mild spank he said “No, turn over. I want to see your face when I come” Again I just melted. In that moment for some reason that the was nicest thing he had ever said to me. I flipped over, looked at him endearingly, and spread my legs as wide as I could, inviting him to take his prize.

Climbing over to me with purpose, he gave me a quick rub up my pussy to my clit before entered in, still kneeling in front of me. I could tell he wasn’t as hard but after a few strokes he was back on full form stretching me as he had before. With each thrust his hips struck mine making my tits bounce. I kept my hands up and to the side as to not obscure his view wanting to give any extra stimulation I could. Which must have worked because he soon reached out for my chest. Grabbing, squeezing, and kneading me as my sensitive nipples presses against his palms causing me once again to begin to build. His hands were so big on my small frame he was able to reach across and massage both my nipples at once using the thumb and middle finger of just one hand. Freeing his other hand to move down to my clit. Closing my eyes I became lost in the moment, squirming and moaning as he serviced my pussy, clit, and nipples at the same time. Taking me for many strokes before I snapped out of it. “He had to come, not me” I thought to myself. I pulled his hands away saying “I don’t want you to make me come. I want you to come” “I’m getting close baby” he replied. I interlocked our fingers on both hands as I said “come for me baby, come for me” my tits now bouncing again. After several more strokes he squeezed my hands hard and I knew he was really close now. He was deep inside me pumping out fast, short strokes edging me closer but I knew I could hold out for him. “Come for me baby” I repeated. Pulling one hand away he said “Come with me” as he attacked my clit again causing me shutter. “I’m so close baby, come with me” he said again. A few seconds later I was over the edge and my pussy clamped down on his cock as we locked eyes and cried out together. He thrust once more forcing in his full length as he shot off his load deep within me. My pussy convulsed again and again on his swollen twitching cock milking every last drop from him as we rode the seemingly endless wave together.

He collapsed on top of me, still inside, still holding hands, as we tried to recover. Neither of us finding enough air in the room. I felt truly connected to him. We had shared an orgasm. I couldn’t imagine being more in love. I had vowed earlier that day to stand by him for the rest of my life and he vowed the same to me. But now it wasn’t just words. I felt it deeper and stronger than I knew possible. I would do anything for him, take on any challenge life would throw our way. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, feeling the drops of sweat and smelling the aroma we had created together. Laying there on top of me he pulled out and I felt his warm seed drip out and run down my butt. Rolling off he looked at me with his kind eyes, not saying a word. He didn’t need to say anything. I knew. We just laid there content and exhausted in each other’s arms before he pulled the comforter over us and we drifted off to sleep never having cleaned ourselves up.

It has been years since that night and we are still very happily married. :-) I wrote this story on our honeymoon not wanting to forget that night, hiding it away deep in my labyrinth of files in a password protected document. I stumbled upon it again the other week while reviewing my files after I got a new laptop. Giving the story to my husband as a present he “rewarded me” :-) for being, as he put it “the best thing that ever happened to him” After our reenactment I joked “What do you think people would think if they read our story? Can you imagine?” “ I don’t know” he responded “but I bet there is a subreddit with stuff like that if you ever wanted to find out” So after finding this subreddit and reading through some of the posts together we agreed that I would make a few minor edits as we continued to “think about it” seeing how uncharacteristic this is for us both. I’m still not entirely sure what we expect to gain from sharing these most intimate details of our lives but seeing that this month’s theme is weddings it’s hard to resist. Secretly I suspect my husband wants to show me just how good I have it. Which honestly I do have it good. I couldn’t ask for better sex, a better life, or a better husband. :-) Love you baby! I guess I am a little curious what everyone thinks but I also hope to encourage people. The world is a crazy place and no matter your past you deserve love, it can be found. Good, faithful people are still out there and I hope you will find happiness, joy, and fulfillment, as I have, in the arms of someone you love. Take the time to take care of each other guys and you will build a life better than you ever thought possible. Best of luck!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/db3o43/losing_my_virginity_on_my_wedding_night_fm