I Went To My Wedding Bed A Virgin

The first thing that happened was that he asked me to show him my boobs. Then to let him finger my pussy. We were sitting in his mother's car in the street in front of my home. I got felt up and fingered, and kissed all over. It was my first car date, I was fifteen and he was seventeen. My father was a letter carrier and my mother took in laundry and ironing. He was the son of the man that owned the bank and most of downtown.

When I went in my mother checked my neck and chest for signs of lovemaking, running her thumb over the deep red marks that would be bruises in the morning. She didn't check if I had been fingered. My mother approved of this relationship, my father rolled his eyes and when he was alone he asked my mother if she had had the talk with me.

He liked my boobs, he called them tits and called my pussy a c**t. Bad words made it sound more adult. I had to call his penis Charley. He held me in a head lock and fingered my anus. We did everything you can do on third base. My virginity was sacred, and he would kill to protect it. I wasn't going to get pregnant that way, and I was not getting married.

When I did get married seven years later I was a vaginal penis virgin. Not only was I a virgin I was only touched and kissed by him. He had succeeded, kept me virgin. He didn't talk to me about all the girls he had tried out. Not until I was married. And some of those girls I knew. They were also looking to marry a rich boy.

Living this way, never having been felt up by anyone else, kissed or fingered, I went to my wedding bed totally inexperienced, he took me to my wedding bed having fucked half the school. And those girls just could not understand how he married me. Of course, I was a virgin. They couldn't make that claim.

I was supposed to be jealous that he had fucked so many girls, when it was them that were jealous that he married me and not them. I moved into the house on the corner with the swimming pool.

Of course we had sex, I didn't last very long once I was married. Of course I followed up with his heirs. Of course when I was identified in the social pages I was the Mrs. X they wrote about. My mother claims that she knew the moment he picked me up on my first car date, he came to the door instead of honking for me. My father got a much better job after we got married. And those girls, some are married, other's divorced. None of them talk about not being virgins when they got married.