Adventures in monogamy--episode one | 2016

My wife and I have been a couple since 1985. We have been married since 1989. When we met, she was a 16 year old 5'3" 125 lbs. virgin with auburn hair, sky-blue eyes, and the best ass in the contiguous states of the old Confederacy. I was a 17 year old big goofy-ass redneck with 2 previous and decidedly awkward sexual experiences under his personalized leather belt.
We met on a blind date and quickly fell in love ... and then in lust--lots of lust ... hours of making out, fingering and hand-jobs at the beginning. Then, one Winter Saturday night, we decided to "go all the way." She had been put on birth control pills to regulate her cycle a few months before, so we thought we were ready. Well, we weren't; oh, we tried ... fingering, licking ... all sorts of inventive foreplay, but I could not get my relatively large cock--a 7 inch Mellow Yellow can--in her virgin pussy. After about 30 bewildering minutes, I brought here to the first 4 orgasms of her life with my first 2 fingers, and she jacked me off on her tits--a satisfyingly sticky, if somewhat frustrating, finish for both. Monday morning, I consulted with the alpha male sage of our mullet-sporting sub-group and he told me the straight dope on crashing through "the iron gates of life," with my sore-headed soda-can cock. I will continue with 30 years of gomewildmonogamy if anyone is interested, and any feedback would be welcomed.