At twenty-one years old, we were both virgins on our wedding day six years ago. However, I'm not sure I'd be able to say that if we hadn't shortened our engagement!
We were young, madly in love, and terribly horny. Because of our convictions, we abstained from sex until marriage, but despite our efforts to stay calm, we did just about everything else in the meantime. Neither one of us had gone further than kissing anybody else, so we experienced all of our other "firsts" together.
I remember showing her my dick for the very first time. She had never seen a penis before, let alone touched one. At the same time, I had never shown my cock to a girl and it thrilled me to see her look at it with eyes full of nervous curiosity, excitement, and desire. I remember teaching her how to stroke it and cumming in her hands. And I'll never forget the first time she kissed it, licked it, and wrapped her mouth around it.
It took a little more time before she was comfortable allowing me to explore her pussy. She had never masturbated on her own or experienced an orgasm. But I was patient and she trusted me and finally felt comfortable spreading her legs for me.
I'll never forget slipping my hand beneath her panties, touching her pubic hair, and listening to her breath as I began to rub her clit, watching her apprehension turn into arousal. I felt her pussy become slippery and wet, then watched her body shake and quake when I brought her to her very first orgasm. It was my first time too. The whole thing was an experiment, and I loved every second of it.
We couldn't keep our hands off of each other! We had so much sexual tension and chemistry between us and so much pleasure in relieving it. We'd spend hours cuddling, making out, dry humping, skinny dipping, and making each other cum.
We had so much fun together, and it went way beyond just the sexual stuff--we were best friends. We needed to orgasm to relieve the sexual tension, but that freed us up to have a blast together doing all kinds of other things! We'd watch movies and be goofy. I'd give her rides on my motorcycle, and we'd go on adventures. And we spent hours and hours in deep conversations about our our hopes, and our dreams. We were young and in love, and it was absolutely beautiful.
We realized we never wanted it to end! So I asked her to marry me, and she said YES!
As beautiful as it was, it made it that much harder to abstain from having sex. I needed her pussy, and she needed my cock. It felt wrong not to be able to express our love to one another completely in that way. So we decided to plan our wedding as fast as possible, and three months later, we said, "I do."
Our wedding night finally arrived, and although we were still technically virgins, we were obviously very comfortable with each other sexually.
FINALLY -- We were able to go all the way, and I'll never forget that night, which is a story all its own.
Over the years, we began to figure out what we like, inevitably falling into ruts and then figuring out new ways to spice it up. Also, in the first five years, we obtained more life experience than I think we could have anticipated. With two beautiful children, multiple moves, career changes, and health scares, we've grown up a lot. Adversity can tend to either drive people together or drive them apart. Thankfully, all of these things have only bonded us together in a deep and meaningful way.
For some reason, though, year six has been especially difficult. Life has been exceptionally challenging and stressful, and for the first time, we noticed it was creating some distance between us. In addition to that, we've been struggling to figure out what is going on with her hormones postpartum. It's affected her libido and has become another obstacle in our path. When we realized this was happening, we were open and honest as we began to talk about it. We love each other more than ever and desperately desire to be together forever.
So this year, when our anniversary rolled around, we wanted to do something special--to celebrate, but more than that, to prioritize and invest in our marriage, even if only for one night. Of course, we would have loved to have taken a couple weeks, but we're young and in a difficult season of life. So one night was all we could really do.
Like I said before, I wanted to invest in my marriage even if that meant spending a little more than I probably should. After all, she's the most important person in my life, and one day we're gonna look back on these times and call them the good old days. So I booked the most romantic room I could find within reasonable driving distance.
In addition to the typical accommodations, it had a king-sized bed with a soft headboard, a chaise lounge in front of a fireplace, and an attached room with vaulted ceilings and a chandelier hanging over a two-person tub that fills with healing mineral waters fed by a local spring. Skylights throughout provided brilliant natural light in the morning and a starry view at night. I also sprang for chocolates and rose petals to be spread over the bed and tub. It was the perfect setting for our sixth wedding anniversary.
We pulled into the resort after dropping off our kids, and it immediately exceeded our expectations. It was well thought out and somehow both modern and quaint all at the same time. We checked in and made our way to the room. My heart filled with joy as we opened the door, and she gasped!
"You did GOOD, babe!" she said as we both explored our home for the night. "This is so dreamy!"
We turned on the fireplace and started making out on the lounge. As she ran her fingers through my hair, I pulled her body close. I fondled her breast with one hand, and she began to kiss my neck and nibble my ear before my hand moved down her body. I squeezed her perfect ass and gave it a playful slap as she pressed into me. We looked into each other's eyes and exchanged I love you's.
"We should probably get ready for dinner, huh?" I said that even though I really just wanted to fuck.
"Yeah," she said, glowing with excitement. "I'm so excited for tonight!"
I adjusted my pants and checked her out as she made her way to the bathroom. She was beautiful--just as captivating as the night that we got married.
We sang and seat-danced in the car on the way to one of our favorite restaurants, a classy Italian place with an atmosphere as pleasant as the flavor of the food. Flirting and laughing, we made our way to the table, then shared a great conversation while eating and sipping wine. We opened up to each other like we always have. We're best friends, and we love it.
The waiter boxed our leftovers, and we decided to pick up a cheap bottle of wine on the way back to the resort. The night was young, and we couldn't wait to get back to that room.
The light turned green with a click as I held my hotel key up to the lock on the door. If we were newlyweds, we probably would have been naked and humping in less than a minute! But that's not what happened. I set down our wine and leftovers on the table before kicking off my shoes. She picked them up and put them in the fridge like a responsible adult before getting more comfortable herself.
We were excited to relax and began to draw the bath. The tub filled with hot mineral water and lifted the rose petals as it did. I couldn't help but notice my bride as she removed her clothing one article at a time. I've watched her strip thousands of times, but my cock still twitches at the sight. She slipped into the complimentary robe, and I put on music before doing the same. I invited her to slow dance in front of the fireplace while we waited for the tub to fill, and she teasingly smirked and grabbed my crotch when she noticed it was already half hard.
Soon the bath was ready. She poured us each a glass of wine, and we made our way to the water. Our soft white robes fell to the ground, and we entered the oversized tub completely naked. We both reclined facing each other, her legs spread apart and resting on top of mine underwater.
Because of the high concentration of minerals in the water, it's against the rules to make it a bubble bath. Instead, they provided bath salts that filled the air with a pleasant citrus scent. Admittedly, I know nothing about the scientific reasons for the prohibition of bubbles. That being said, I was low-key thrilled because it meant there would be nothing to hinder my view of her gorgeous slender body. She looked amazing, and because her legs were spread, I had a great view of her trimmed little pussy under the surface. We hadn't started messing around yet, but my dick had been standing in full salute to her since that robe hit the floor.
We relaxed and soaked in the experience together. Our conversation didn't really become sexual, though, until I made another discovery. Evidently, the minerals in the water make everything more buoyant! I might not have realized this fact if my legs weren't positioned on either side of her body. But because they were, when I reached down to stroke my erection, I was surprised to find that my balls were floating! Logically, they should have been hanging down between my spread legs like usual, so this was entirely unexpected!
She stopped talking mid-sentence, realizing she had completely lost my attention.
"What?" She said, looking down at my crotch.
I laughed and apologized before insisting she touch my balls! She smiled as one of her eyebrows raised.
"They're floating!" she exclaimed as we both burst into laughter. She gave my shaft a playful squeeze before reclining back once again.
We had just stopped laughing when we realized my balls weren't the only things that had gained more buoyancy! I smiled and nodded, gesturing to her tits. They were floating in a way that caused her nipples to poke up out of the water.
