The Wedding Gift

The first part of this tale was set in the weeks immediately after my wedding to Jen. We were young and had just finished our finals at university. We tied the knot in a small ceremony at the local registry office. We had met at a college disco and had a rather old fashioned courtship, especially so for the eighties - I had been at a co-ed college and her girl only. Chances for sex had been strictly limited, a few fondles and blow jobs, but by that time we were at the stage of exploring our bodies in any and every way we could.

We couldn't afford a honeymoon and were staying at my parent's house for a month or so, before we started our respective jobs that on reflection we were so lucky to get.

The house was small, a typically shoddily build 1970's semi. The walls were paper thin, none of the doors fitted and flopped open despite everyone's best efforts for privacy. Jen and I had wedged our wedding present, a large double bed, into my single bedroom and we merrily tested it out on every occasion we could. Luckily both my parents worked and my younger sister, Sally, had a part time cleaning job at a B