Great-Great Grandma's Secret Sin

The scent of lavender and old paper clung to the air as I carefully turned the brittle pages of my great-great-grandmother’s journal. The leather cover, worn smooth with age, felt cool beneath my fingertips. The first entry, dated the day after her wedding, was scrawled in elegant cursive, a stark contrast to the raw emotion spilling onto the page. “WOW!” it declared, followed by a frantic, breathless account of the events of that first night. It was a shocking, yet captivating, glimpse into a world of passion and vulnerability, and I couldn’t put it down. The weight of generations past settled upon me as I devoured her words, a strange connection forming between us across time.

My own wedding was fast approaching, and I felt a nervous tremor beneath my skin. My first husband, Luke, had been gone for nearly two years, leaving a void in my life that felt both immense and strangely familiar. His death during childbirth had been a brutal reminder of life's fragility, but his memory remained a potent force, pulling me back towards a future I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted. Now, I was preparing to marry again, this time to a man named Silas, a rugged, taciturn carpenter with eyes that held an unsettling intensity. The thought of allowing myself to be consumed by another man, after experiencing such profound loss, was terrifying, yet undeniably alluring.

The morning of the wedding dawned gray and overcast, mirroring the apprehension churning in my stomach. I wore my white silk sleeping gown, feeling both vulnerable and exposed. The fabric clung to my curves, emphasizing the changes my body had undergone in the years since Luke’s passing. It was a bittersweet reminder of the life I had lived, the love I had known, and the grief that still lingered beneath the surface. As I lay in bed, waiting for him, I remembered my aunt’s words: “Your husband will touch you all over. It will feel strange and be scary. But you must allow this and give yourself to your husband.” Her words, spoken with a knowing glint in her eye, both comforted and unnerved me.

Luke arrived just as I was starting to succumb to panic. He wore the same white silk sleeping gown as me, his presence radiating an almost intimidating power. As he pulled the covers down and slid next to me, a shiver ran down my spine. The scent of sandalwood clung to his skin, a sharp contrast to the lavender in the room. "My love, my wife," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. Then, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, followed by a passionate kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through my body. His hand, strong and calloused, reached out and ran down my back, squeezing my hips with a possessive grip. The sensation was both jarring and exhilarating, a potent mix of fear and desire.

I instinctively grabbed his hands, pulling them away from my back. "What are you doing, wife?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. "This is our wedding night." "Yes I’m sorry," I admitted, "It's all new, exciting, and I am afraid." My fear was palpable, clinging to me like a shroud. Luke caressed my face with his fingertips, his touch gentle and soothing. He kissed me softly, then pulled back, his eyes searching mine. "You'll get used to it," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

As he continued kissing me, I felt a strange sense of surrender wash over me. The fear began to recede, replaced by a growing anticipation. He pulled my gown open, slowly unbuttoning each fastener with deliberate precision. My hands instinctively reached out, halting his progress. “What are you doing, wife?” I demanded, my voice regaining its strength. “This is our wedding night.” "Yes I'm sorry, it’s all new, exciting, and I am afraid." I admitted my fear, which was something I was told never to do. Luke caressed my face and kissed me softly. We continued kissing, and I felt his tongue enter my mouth again. I welcomed him by removing my hands from my gown. He quickly unbuttoned it and pushed it down my body until I was naked. I pulled back and pulled the bedding up tight around me, as Luke sat up pulled his gown off. Then he slid up against me again on his side, and I looked at the ceiling as he spoke to me.

“My beautiful bride, were you told what we’re going to do and what you should do?” He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. I nodded, my voice breaking as I said “Yes.” I then asked, “Do you want to get on me?” He said,”Not yet,” and he rolled me to face him, held me tight, and kissed me deeply. His hands slid up and down my naked back. Then he push me to my back again and slid his hands over my breasts, stopping to rub my nipples, which made my body tingle. I gasped and gasped again as he lowered his head to lick one, then the other nipple. His big hands took a firm hold and squeezed my breasts, and I moaned loudly as he licked more. “My wife, your breasts are amazing and so large.” I tingled at his touch and compliment. Mother and Auntie always cinched me tight in a corset to hide my endowment. I cried out “OH, YES,” as he pinched my nipples. My body was behaving in new ways. I was very hot, and my nethers were feeling wet and tingling.

Luke stopped, asking if I were alright. “Yes. Please touch more if that is your desire.” My husband licked and suckled my nipples as his hand slid down my belly. I trembled, but now with excitement, and I opened my legs for him. I gasped, “Ah ah ah,” as his big hand slid between my thighs, touching me where only I in cleansing had touched before. My body was vibrating. Luke ran a finger up and down through my hair and touching me there. His finger opened me, and I felt something swelling. I jumped when his finger touched me. I was shaking and gasping. It was tender to the touch but the more he rubbed it, the more pleasant it became. I was feeling euphoric pleasure, and I desired to have him take me and make me his wife. I spread my legs wide as an invitation to deflower me, to fill me with his manhood and his essence.

Luke climbed on me, and I flinched as I felt his manhood touching me. He kissed me again as he slid his hand down and rubbed his manhood along my sex. Then he pushed into me, causing me great pain. I fought against tears as he pulled back and pushed in harder. He did this a few more times until I couldn’t hold back and cried out in pain. It felt like my womb opened up for him. He pushed harder and harder until our bodies were pressed together. I felt such pressure and pain, thinking I was too small for him. Luke caressed my face and wiped my tears away. “You are now my wife. Rest in the feeling, and the pain will soon become great pleasure for us both.” I felt his manhood throbbing inside me, and soon the pain subsided somewhat. I moaned, and we kissed. Luke started to move slowly in and out as the pain ebbed, while excitement and pleasure filled my body. “You are so tight, but this feels so amazing. I will not be able to hold back, my love.” His manhood sliding in and out of me felt astounding. It made my body heat up and sensations build inside me, a feeling of impending release.

Luke fell on me, moaning, his body shaking, as I felt a warm sensation of liquid filling my womb. I remembered my aunt saying, “Every time your husband enters you, he will plant seeds in your womb to bring you both children.” I wrapped my arms around my husband as my euphoric feeling went away. Luke rolled off me, and his seed gushed out of me. I thought something was wrong and pushed my hand over, trying to keep it inside. Luke looked at me and told me, “It’s alright. There is a lot more than your body can retain. Rest with me, my wife, and I will rise again and show you what pleasures you can feel.” I hoped you enjoyed this as much as I did. There are many many more erotic stories I will be posting.

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