Way off-color

The first dirty joke I remember was told to my sister and me by a girl a year or so younger. She was, also, a good girl, but one who had the advantage of parents who ran a business where a group called "The Birdwatchers" met on a regular basis. They would tell stories, one of which was: The young couple checks into a hotel for their honeymoon, and decides to consummate their marriage by coming together in an exciting way. (Remember when even the characters in risque jokes waited for the wedding.) "You stand on one side of the room," instructs the groom to his bride, and I'll stand on the other. Then we'll run toward each other and meet in the middle." His bride agrees, but in their excited states they miss each other and he falls out the window into the bushes below. He is not hurt but stark naked, so he spies the doorman, and from the cover of the bushes he asks the doorman for help getting back into his room without being seen. "Oh," says the doorman, "You can walk right in. No one will notice you. Everybody's upstairs trying to get your wife off the doorknob." I knew it was an off-color story, but I wondered for years of my childhood if the scenario was believable or not. Still not quite sure.