A little over exactly 20 ago, my wife and I had sex for the first time in the back seat of my car in the parking lot of the Idaho Falls the temple immediately after our sealing. We both came, one of the few orgasms she's had from PIV only. It didn't dawn on me till much later, that she never took her garment bottoms off for us to have sex.

We drove straight from the temple to the hotel (Blue Heron B&B) to drop all our stuff off, and they let us check in early. By this time it was just after noon. We had missionary sex on the bed with tins of making out, and I saw a real girl fully naked for the first time (sure I'd seen pics/movies, and certainly my sisters, a cousin or 2, and my little nieces when we/they were much, much younger - my grandma once shortly before she passed, when she had really bad dementia...shudder... and certainly not in anything resembling a romantic situation), but a real life post-pubescent female, to whom I was physically attracted and in a committed, loving relationship, and who seemed to reciprocate the feeling. This nerdy fat kid was on fire. I came far too quickly, again, but with a small amount of coaxing and clitoral rubbing, she also came. It was a much more the romantic interlude, albe it some what short, especially considering we had had sex barely an hour before, but neither was it the 22 years of pent up animalistic 10 second barely finding the right hole and getting it in cuz it was so tight, like the first time. Honestly the fact that she could come at all the first several times is astounding to me now.

We (after a short afterglow makeout/cuddle session) got our selves dressed and presentable, having changed out of our wedding attire (gown and tux), into street clothes to go to the luncheon, which was now wrapping up (her dad was pissed). We ate (at a restaurant on Main St. in Rexburg that no long we exists), then went to her parents house to hang out with the families until our reception started at her parents ward building. We snuggled on the couch, groping, necking, and generally making a nuisance of ourselves to everyone's great amusement/disgust, and got each other all riled up again. We moved to her used-to-be-her bedroom (where I had never before been allowed entry unchaperoned). We took so much time "getting dressed" that only a dead nun wouldn't know what we were actually doing. By this time her hair was a mess, we were both caked in crusted juices, in spite of cleaning us up with a warm wet wash cloth -and yes, we did put a towel down on her sisters bed - and honestly, all I wanted to do was stay in bed and do it over and over, forever. This was both our number 3, and her second orgasm from PIV with no clitoral stimulation, and her first resulting in tears, which we now know is a good thing. Freaked me out thinking I had hurt her, but they were oh so happy tears. Also, this introduced a series of position changes that led to our discovering our 2 favorite positions: standing missionary and standing doggy style.

We went to our reception so late we didnt get any pictures beforehand (again, irritating my father-in-law, and plus my wife's sister had to redo her hair and make up), as she had spent far more time on her back with her legs in the air and making out than her "do" was intended to handle.