I sat on the edge of his bed, not sure what to think of my new husband. We’d only met that afternoon and already I wondered what was wrong with the man. There was nothing at all familiar or kind about him. His features were strong, and his face lacked any hint of happiness, unlike me, whose laugh lines at nineteen years old were the most distinct characteristic I had. I’d waited for this day for as long as I could remember. My mother had not prepared me for what I would experience tonight.

I heard the water turn off in the bathroom and relaxed as I realized he was finally getting into the bath he had drawn. It seemed like an eternity that I lay there, wondering what our first night together would be like. I closed my eyes and wondered if he would gently move a stray curl from my face, to better look into my eyes. I shivered as I imagined him slowly untying my robe. I could almost feel the silky fabric expose my nude breasts, the cool September air hardening my nipples instantly. I leaned my head to the side, giving my fantasy husband easier access to my neck, imagining him planting delicate kisses there to entice me further.


There she lay with her robe untied, rubbing her hard nipples and massaging her swollen clit. She moaned quietly. I couldn’t help but moan in sync with her. She was slightly hidden by the sheer white curtains around the canopy, but to my delight, the wind blew through the open balcony doors, exposing my virgin bride. I didn’t realize my relaxation bath would mean leaving my woman to pleasure herself. I stepped forward, opening the bed curtains wide and said in a whisper, “My love, may I join you?”

She sat up, startled, pulling the robe tight across her chest, stealing away my view of her youthful breasts. “I didn’t realize you were finished in the bath, please excuse me,” she said, embarrassed. With that, she got up from the bed and moved toward the bathroom.

As she swept past me, I could smell her sweet scent calling me to her. I could feel myself getting hard, my cock pushing itself against the soft satin of my own robe, and went to sit on the edge of the bed. I watched the minute hand on the clock tick as I imagined the feel of Sarah’s tight, wet pussy engulfing my already throbbing cock. I wondered how long I would last with her full breasts bouncing against my skin. I wondered if her long brown hair would be left down, wild and feminine. I decided it would, I decided I would pull out every last pin from her hair before I allowed her in my bed. I wanted my virgin bride and I wanted her now.