Your first gift
My wife was more conservative when we were getting married than she is now that we are in our early 50’s.
She had a traditional long white gown and train, with long sleeves, and slightly low neck. She wasn’t as busty then. She had cut me off about 4 months before the wedding out of some sense of making me wait for my bride like the old days. She had a lace white bra and matching panties and the traditional garter.
We had a great time at the reception and she stopped into the bathroom before the time for the garter ceremony. Just before she sat in the chair, she took my hand and put something in it and whispered “make sure you don’t lift my dress too high. In my hand were her crumpled up panties she had just removed. Holy shit, I was worked up aleady from being cut off, and that was like pouring gasoline on a fire. I reached up for the garter, wanting so bad to see and touch her hairy pussy (late 80’s).
Needless to say I broke every speed and stop sign law driving to the hotel we were staying at that night. I didn’t wait for her to get the dress off, starting against the wall, then on the bed. She wasn’t very happy that our first sex as a married couple was so rough and not like a romance novel when her legs were up against her chest and over my shoulders. I guess the combination of waiting so long and taking her panties off at the reception just flipped a light switch.
At least we can laugh at it 28 years later. I’ll sometimes say when we are out “want to give me the garter experience?”, when trying to get her to take her panties off.
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