Anniversary Heat Trip

We celebrated our 31st anniversary this year! We’re usually not too dramatic on our anniversaries unless it’s a number with 5 or 0 at the end! But this year also celebrates 30 years of success, even though we are retired now (though we will never retire from serving the Lord!).

Our daughter surprised us with this trip to a houseboat where there was a cafe nearby, a maritime museum and beautiful (yes I mean beautiful) foggy weather!

“Don’t worry,” said our daughter, “We will look after your granddaughter while you two have a break.”

We were so touched, because of her caring nature and because she remembered by looking at our photos back in 1985, after our successful Swedish shows we went to stay on a houseboat in the San Juan Islands off the coast of Washington State. My husband and I still remember the fogginess of that place. One time the fog was as thick as cotton, but we simply sat outside on the boat and enjoyed the view while we cuddled up in each other’s arms. It was beautiful, and we went every day to the local “Hot Kettle Cafe” to eat.

This place that we were going to now was a little different since it has been 30 years, and it’s a different place. Our houseboat also had a TV. Wow, it was tiny but cosy. We were quite excited. We went to town and had a light dinner. I wore a petticoat to surprise my husband. As I freshened up, I heard some familiar music coming from our sleeping area. I came out to see that my husband was watching our engagement video! He was up to the part where I sang the ABBA medley with my girlfriends right before he asked me to marry him!

My husband was in his boxers, sexy as ever. He smiled and put his arms out to embrace me, so I did just that. We shared a tender French kiss, after which my husband lifted my dress over my head and suggested we cuddle in bed, naked while we watched footage of our younger days. I agreed, smiling. I watched as my husband took off his boxers. I felt a trickle of wetness.

We cuddled up together. I lay my head and hand on his chest as he rested his arms around me. After watching the part when he asked me to marry him, the video switched to our wedding. I know I tend to say this, but my how young we were! And it was the 80s. My husband had his hair in a quiff while my hair was like Mia Sara’s in the movie Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (though the movie hadn’t come out yet!).

My husband kissed my forehead and said, “Remember when we were young, how we used to travel a lot together? Then we had our precious children. God has blessed us greatly.”

“He sure has. All the wonderful times we’ve had are because of the Lord,” I replied.

We watched our first dance as we caressed one another, watching our younger selves falling even more in love. Then, my husband pressed the TV button and switched it off. He cupped my face as he French kissed me, slowly and sensually. As I looked into his eyes, I flashed back and saw my darling husband as the young man I married in 1984. As I saw the love in his eyes while he caressed my cheek, I could tell he flashed back too, seeing me as a young woman, the wife he married, to whom he gave his virginity, and who gave him hers. He kissed my chest and neck as he climbed on top.

“You are as beautiful as you were on our wedding night my sweet, beautiful, precious wife.” Said my husband as he ran his fingers through my long, brown hair.

“Your hair is still like silk; you still have lovely legs. Your breasts are still perky, my sexy lady and your skin is still beautiful and soft.”

I responded by saying, “My darling, you will always be handsome to me. Your eyes have not changed, and your sexy chiseled cheekbones are still the same. I love you as much as I always have, my dear love.”

After my dear husband had entered his man part into my wet lady place, we embraced each other tight with so much love, while reminiscing. We remembered how we were in that house boat 30 years ago. I as a young woman lay on our bed, naked as my husband lay on me, kissing me passionately and embracing me as we made love that beautiful night.

He then French kissed me while I stroked his hair. I felt so wrapped up in his love for me. We kissed passionately, like on our snowy vacation in Greenland. He passionately thrust inside me, as I let out exhales of pleasure with my arms wrapped around him tight.

My husband gently felt my breasts before he lovingly caressed my face. With one arm around my husband, I cupped his face while I showered his cheek with kisses as he started thrusting even more vigorously.

All of a sudden, I had a powerful orgasm rush all over me. I cried out in ecstasy while feeling my husband’s love in his warm embrace while he thrust hard. My orgasm, as usual, was enough to send him over the edge, and he came powerfully, still clutching me tight.

After our beautiful orgasms had subsided, my darling husband kissed my neck a few times before rolling me on him. I relaxed my head on his chest, feeling blissful and enjoying his gentle caresses on my body. I kissed his neck as he stroked my head. He held my hand while I rested it on his chest, and he lay his other arm around me. As I drifted off, I felt my husband kiss my head. I smiled contentedly as I fell asleep in his arms.