2011 was not a great year for us. Our first born daughter and her husband died in a car accident in October while visiting us with their daughter. It was a tragedy that shook our entire family. Our grandbaby was only six years old. Their funerals were the very next day, and we mourned for 30 days after they died.
Thankfully they wrote that we’d be the guardians if anything ever happened to them since our granddaughter was close to us. I think she felt relieved too. She wouldn’t leave our side. We never turned away from God, we always trust Him, and we know that He wants what’s best for us.
After our period of mourning, our granddaughter showed a bit of interest in the times when my husband and I were younger. She put on an ABBA tape and started dancing. It delighted me to see her happy, and I joined her. My husband then came home, and he began to smile too!
“Can I join in?” he asked happily,
“Yeah!” said my granddaughter and me at the same time.
We had such a ball, happy again, and I know that’s what our girl would’ve wanted.
After dancing, we prayed, thanking God for helping us get through this difficult time. We all sensed Him reassure us that she was safe with Him and that we and the rest of our family would all be with Him when we left this earth.
We danced some more until we were exhausted, so our granddaughter went to bed. My husband and I hugged each other, and I felt his hand slowly slide down over my bottom.
“My beautiful wife, you’ve got the sexiest bottom,” he said, and I couldn’t stop myself from giggling like a teenage girl!
We walked upstairs. Our granddaughter had gotten into bed, so we tucked her in. Then, when we went to our room, we freshened up. I took my top off, and I was in my skirt and bra. I had a stretch to get ready for some lovemaking and to turn my husband on.
I could tell he needed to touch me, so I let him. But only gently – I wanted to strip entirely first. My husband undid my skirt zipper and pulled it down. I had run my hands up his shirt before he lifted it over his head. I was getting wet as he cupped my face and kissed me. He unhooked my bra and pulled down the straps, revealing my breasts.
“Such beautiful breasts you’ve got…” said my husband. He gently pulled down my frilly panties, then carried me over to the bed after which he stripped the rest of his clothes off.
The way my husband was climbing over me was sexy, and I knew I needed to spread my legs and get ready for his big ‘n’ hard man part. We embraced each other tight when he came inside me. We needed this, and it was our first time since our daughter’s passing and we’ve never gone more than three days without it. We lay in each other’s arms for a little while, loving the intimate feeling of each other, of him being inside me. We shared gentle kisses while we lovingly caressed each other’s smooth skin.
Then, my husband started thrusting, going slowly at first while I rubbed his back, kissing him. He touched my breast and then caressed my cheek as he started going a little faster.
We started to sweat as he sped up, and I climaxed so strongly, and I cried out in ecstasy as he thrust hard, making my orgasm even more intense. My husband came intensely as well, letting out his ecstatic grunts. We both kept holding each other tight when we came down.
We lay together on our bed the same way as the night our late daughter was conceived, falling asleep in each other’s arms. We are forever so grateful to God for the good times, as well as getting us through the difficult times and looking after us all. We were happy again, and though there will never be a “back to normal” for our family, we still are happy and we have God to thank for that.
And we still have our passionate yearnings for our special cuddles! That’s so important to have regular sex with your spouse.