Wedding Night Stories

[LuluJakey1]

DH has a cousin, 21, who is getting married in September. She called round for a coffee this afternoon. She was talking about the wedding plans and told me she has bought lovely underwear for the wedding night and how romantic it is going to be - amazingly they have not slept together!
She asked if our wedding night was romantic.

I had to laugh really. We were just knackered. We got married in a registry office at 1 pm and had a reception at an Italian restaurant owned by friends of PIL. Food was great, there was a courtyard outside and a small swing band. We drank champagne, ate, danced, drank some more, danced and by 8.00pm had had enough.

We left quietly in a taxi and went to the country house hotel PIL had treated us to two nights at. We were too knackered for sex. We ordered bacon sandwiches and fresh orange juice and lay on the bed eating them in our underwear and talking about the day. I got grease and ketchup on my pink satin underwear.

Then we watched a horror film in bed with mugs of Yorkshire tea and fell asleep. Romantic? Not.

Lol ! We got back to our hotel room at about 2 am after dancing all night. After spending over half an hour unlacing/unbuttoning/unzipping me and trying to help me out of the 10 layered petticoat yen finally my dress we unsurprisingly lost the mood -plus we were rather drunk- and all we wanted to do was munch on the goodies that were left on the bed and fall asleep.

@ OP

That sounds pretty good actually.

Well there was nothing romantic about it. DH had trapped wind and I had to find some Gaviscon in my bag- which seemed to allow him to 'relieve' the problem. Then he snored when he fell asleep and I had to keep elbowing him to turn over.

My wedding night was spent on the overnight Dundee to London train. DBIL had given us a bottle of champagne for the journey and when we asked the conductor if he had any suitable drinking vessels, he came back with plastic cups. Three of them...

Knackered

Drunk

Terrible period pains

Jumped on the bed for a bit

Really noisy air conditioning in hotel, so hardly slept

No sex

And the second night there was a fire alarm while we were shagging. We had to go outside in hotel bathrobes. It was 9 pm and everyone else was fully dressed.

There is hope for your cousin! My husband and I had a very good wedding night. We did sleep through the next day, though!

Perhaps it's best if her expectations are not too high, though, as it can be a tiring occasion.

DH taking off my corseted dress was the best feeling in the world, then we both fell asleep and had to be up at 5am to go on honeymoon!

Watching with interest, getting married soon and all I can think is that by midnight I'm going to be SO TIRED!

Also, can someone explain wedding underwear to me?

I assume it's not the same underwear you wear under your dress? So do you get your DH to hep you out of your dress and be naked, then put on new underwear, in which case what's the point? Our do you go into your bathroom alone, struggle out of your dress alone and put it on to come out and do the Big Reveal

We were spending the night at my parents' house while they stayed at ours (long story) so we got back, spent about half an hour unpinning my hair, read all our lovely cards then went to sleep! Definitely no sex, we were too tired.

We had a lovely wedding night

Stayed at a 5 star hotel, had a free upgrade to a suite as it was our wedding night.

We took off my dress and spent some time in the whirlpool bath. Then everything after was lovely and romantic.

Well after my dh was shown by my sister and the best man on how to unhook my dress (we were a tad drunk propping up the bar and it was 3am) we stumbled upstairs and fell asleep. The morning after However was :) :) :)!!

Pretty shit, but I shouldn't have married him. Divorced now :)
Takes two to make a marriage work, and he wasn't trying.
So the backdrop was fairly crap.

The wedding was fab. We stayed at one if the city's top hotels, and the flipping expensive room, one of the best, was above the bar with live loud music. Worst bit - the double bed was two singles pushed together with a really hard ridge on their edges. Ridiculous, for a honeymoon suite!

We didn't have sex but I was 10 weeks pregnant and he wasn't keen to. He'd stayed in the room the night before, and frankly he probably had a prostitute in it, based on subsequent revelations.

My divorce night will be better!!! :)

Wedding underwear for me was just nice underwear. I didn't have a big dress with lacing and corsets. It was straight and simple and lace with a sash around the waist. It just unzipped so I had the underwear on already- just ready for the ketchup and grease.

DH's comment was 'That's nice Lu but I'm not up to shagging mind'.
Me 'Nor am I'.
DH 'Shall I order bacon sandwiches on room service? '

The hotel said they could bring dinner up to our room as it was included in the price but we said we just wanted bacon sandwiches tomato ketchup and fresh orange.

Took about an hour to get all the kirbys out my hair.
Meanwhile, DH flooded the hotel bathroom with bubbles - far too much bubble bath and then turned the jacuzzi jets on.

Total disaster.

Bless him, he was trying so hard to be romantic.

Afternoon wedding in lovely park. 12 guests. Walked across to restaurant and had delicious meal with funny speeches and lots of wine.

About 8 pm I needed the toilet so off I went. Wedding dress was very slim-fitting and as I tried to pull it up I realised it wasn't going over my knees. No chance of undoing complicated corsetry.

Held it, held it.

Car came at midnight and I was running down the hotel corridor with DH behind me undoing the dress as we went. Fell through hotel door and out of dress.

Oh the relief.

It was so great I jumped DH and we had a lovely wedding night.

I've just spit tea at the computer screen whilst reading about Lulu Jakey 1's exploits - hope the 3rd night was better!

Third night we were back home! It was great.

My hasband (a manly bloke) spent an hour trying to unpin my hairdo. It became a challenge - he sought out every last hair pin.

We had an amazing wedding, just what we wanted but our babysitter let us down - got rip roaring drunk - so we ended up taking our four children home with us at about 9pm.

They were shattered so we put them to bed, then he undid my corset, took millions of Kirby clips out of my hair and carried me upstairs to bed. Left me there, went and made a cup of tea for me and brought it to me with a packet of rich tea biscuits as I'd not eaten anything all day.

We had a lovely night together, and the kids sleepily coming into us the next morning was really nice.

But we have friends who flew straight off on honeymoon to somewhere in the Carribean. There was a hurricane and they both had food poisoning.

Their descriptions of the hurricane, no doctors and them laying on the bathroom floor for 2 days, picking themselves up to sit on the loo while they vomited into the sink because it squirted out the other end as well, then crawling into the shower to be hosed down of shit and vomit are horrific.

Wins the prize for most unromantic start to a marriage.

DH and I had a fab long honeymoon in France.

We left our wedding at about 3am and went up to our room (staying in the hotel where we had our reception). Both of us were shattered and very sweaty after spending about 6 hours dancing very energetic ceilidh dances all evening, we had had an amazing day! Got upstairs, pulled dress and underwear off and climbed into the jacuzzi bath. Then put cosy pjs on that I had actually bought to wear the night before, not that night (romantic stuff!) and we sat on the balcony watching the sunrise over the loch whilst we drank champagne and ate the best bacon sandwiches I have ever had. It was fabulous, very us and not remotely sexy!

We were married in church (not my idea). Went from church to hotel for reception, all was going well until EXH fell over blind bloody drunk. His DB scooped him up and took him off to sober up. Meanwhile I had a brilliant time dancing until about 2am. EXH returned and we went to hotel room all lovey dovey. He got undressed quickly and lay on bed saying come and get it. I was struggling with dress etc etc. Eventually got into sexy dexy kecks and headed for the bed, he sat up and puked all over me. No sex No speaking No Champagne. I had a shower and slept in a chair. Next morning he felt crap (serves him right) so I left him in room and went and had breakfast with family and friends. I'd driven myself to hotel so I drove myself back home. He arrived home at 10pm and we didn't speak for hours until I threw a shoe at him for being a complete arse. Sad thing is he ducked and the shoe hit my nice mirror and cracked it. All his fault of course

Really bad hotel room - one of the top suites at The Imperial Hotel in Torquay. Absolutely horrible.

We ordered burgers. Even the burgers were shite.

No sex.

Divorced now thank God.

I will need to name change to reveal what happened on my wedding night.