Wedding night sex may be the most hyped up part of getting married.
There is so much pressure about the sex you have as a newlywed that it’s truly a surprise that anyone has sex at all. Who can have an orgasm when there is that kind of expectation placed on one round? Especially when for many couples sex is already a big part of their routine, so it's hard to make the naughty deed stand out on their big night.
Some kind and caring friends warned us that the night would fly by and we'd be exhausted at the end, so we hightailed it out of our ceremony (and through a few post-ceremony photos with our photographers) to have some alone time together. My Jewish friends and relatives refer to this as "making soup."
Our wedding party covered for us during the cocktail hour as we snuck into the groomsmen's quarters where I lifted my dress to consummate our marriage! Since we got married outside, I remember seeing little spiders crawling through the lace of my wedding dress as I was bent over the couch, laughing the whole time. The rest of our party, people would come up and ask "So, how was the soup?" I've since passed this advice along to all of my engaged friends—make soup after your ceremony! (The soup was great, by the way!)
Thankfully we took that time after the ceremony, because when we arrived at our room at the end of the night we realized we never actually checked in, so my new husband broke in through a window, broke a shelf, and hurt his arm! Thank goodness we had soup already because after breaking into our room neither of us had the energy for anything other than sleep.
I wish I had [a story] to tell! My husband and I had every intention of consecrating our marriage, but he passed out... I'm not even sure who helped me out of my dress and into my bride nightie. But what I do remember is waking up in the middle of the night and thinking the door to our room was the door to the bathroom and locking myself out. As soon as the door had clicked shut, I knew where I was. I started banging on the door as loud as I could, but my passed-out husband didn't budge. After a mad rush to the lobby, and an awkward encounter with the teenager working the desk (it was 3:30 am, and I was braless in the skimpiest pajamas on the planet) I was safely back in our suite.
Spent in the honeymoon suite in the Luxor Las Vegas in the hot tub with my husband trying to remove 3,468 pins from my up-do.
We didn’t have any sex the night of my wedding. To be honest, my wife and I were both wasted. But, we did have some wonderful sex the next morning, brutally hungover, after a delicious breakfast in bed. I guess you could say we had dessert with our waffles.
Completely underwhelming. We were exhausted and not comfortable articulating needs....and now I'm divorced.
My wife went down on me and then we were both so over it, we went to bed. Well, I wouldn’t say ‘over it,’ we just wanted to sleep. Sleep is amazing! We are still sleeping (and sexing) together three years later.
I had my period, so we went back to our hotel, had a relaxing bubble bath together, he massaged my feet, [I] gave him an amazing BJ in the shower and then cuddled.
We didn't even bang.
It was good. Same as always.
We tried to have sex. Gave it our best go. We were so drunk and tired from dancing. We’re making out, both trying to be sexy, and then suddenly, as if we had a psychic connection, we both go, ‘Do you want to go to sleep?! I’m so f*cking tired.’ And we went to bed. It was actually really romantic sweet.