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Four of the old pictures I found that prompted me to write down my early memories of wife were of her (as my girlfriend) and I on her prom night. She was radiant.

I have read several posts on here about other’s prom night experiences. What I discover striking was it doesn’t sound like a lot of people had much fun. I never knew so many people planned their first time for this night, and many, as could be anticipated, found it lacking.

My wife and I had no such plans. In fact we have never, in our forty nine year relationship “made plans” to have sex. If anything, we’ve made plans not to have sex, but usually end up doing it anyway. Our only expectations on her prom night were to go and have a good time. Since we had started having sex about eight months earlier, there was no pressure to do it or not do it, although we tended to do it every chance we got.

And we did have a great time, dinner, dancing, staying as late as was allowed. Also since it was a special night, she didn’t really have a curfew.

On this night I had taken my parent’s car instead of mine. Their car was much larger and had a bench seat in the front instead of the buckets mine had. The only really comfortable position for fucking in my car was me in the drivers seat with her on top of me, facing me with her butt supported by the steering wheel. It was a European car, so horn was on the turn signal stalk, so there was no danger of accidently alerting anyone of what was going on. The bench seat offered other possibilities, one of them was that she could snuggle up against me with her hand on my cock while I drove.

We went to one of our most rural and secluded parking spots. As soon as I parked she slid away, pushed her dress up and took her panties off, then rearranged her prom dress. We made out for a while and I got my hand on her pussy while she stroked my cock. At one point we got out of the car and she rested against the trunk of the car with her dress around her waist while rubbing my cock against her pussy, teasing me.

When we went to get back in the car she asked me to unzip her dress. I did, and she slipped out of it. Now she was naked. The design of the dress didn’t allow for a bra, and her little tits never needed one anyway. She got in and laid on her back in the front seat. I took my clothes off and climbed in on top of her. She guided my cock into her very, very wet pussy as I did. We fucked like that for a while (it was more cramped than I wondered it would be). Then we tried the back seat, which was similar for missionary, but was pretty comfortable with her on top. We fucked for nearly an hour, switching positions several times. She came at least once, which made her even wetter. Finally, back in the front seat with me on top of her, I emptied my balls as far inside her as I could while she moaned and kissed me more deeply with each spurt of sperm.

We lay like that for a bit, then got out of the car and put our clothes back on. It took her a while to discover her panties – she had forgotten that she had thrown them in the back when she took them off and they had ended up hidden under the front seat.

She snuggled me on the ride home and we chatted a bit. She became quieter, lost in wondered. When I dropped her off and kissed her goodnight, she kissed me hard and deep, and acted kind of like she was in another world.

About two and a half months later we would be sitting on my bed and she would be telling me that she had just been to the gynecologist because she had been pregnant and had a miscarried. Like I said in a different post, she was heartbroken and devastated. She told me it had been prom night. She claimed that on the ride home she had an overwhelming feeling that she had just become pregnant. That is why she was so lost in her thoughts. During those months she was pregnant, she was scared, but also filled with joy at the wondered of our child. This had also revealed to her how badly she wanted children. She started birth control pills at this point to keep from getting pregnant again before our wedding, and stayed on them for about two years. But she would not get pregnant again for another thirteen years, even though, except for those two years, there was no birth control and we had sex three to five times a week. The second pregnancy, though ended with our first child.

Thanks for reading, if you got this far.

NSFW: yes

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