My husband and I had been married for a few months when this memorable day happened. It was our first conflict and makeup as husband and wife. Even before marriage, we always agreed to resolve conflicts quickly, at least before the sun went down, and this day was no exception. We lived in a two-bedroom apartment in a high-rise at the time. I had recently bought some pots of different flowers to put on our balcony to give it more color, but my husband was loving his orchids, growing lots, and I didn't like them much at the time. That's what we disagreed about, though it was very brief. So while my husband was picking our car up from the mechanic, I decided to grab the watering can and water them all.
I was able to let it go, after all, they were just flowers, so it wasn't worth it. At the bottom of the building where we lived was a little shopping place with a supermarket, food court and some other shops and I would often go shopping there. I went down there to buy food for my husband's favorite dinner because despite the conflict I still wanted to show him I love him. I'm so glad I made that decision because when my husband came home, he told me he read in a paper about a couple who were arguing about something so trivial, and then the husband died suddenly, thus never resolving the conflict. He said it made him think of us, and how glad he is that neither of us is the shouting type, despite our few differences.
"I made your favorite," I told him when dinner was ready. I had made steamed veggies tossed in butter with a side of fettuccine, and he thanked me graciously. After praying to give thanks to God, we talked over dinner, and I told him I didn't care about the orchids being here anymore, and, in fact, I think I could like having them around because they'd remind me of him. My husband was so happy to hear me say that. He held and kissed my hand, and stated that he'd move them to the other side of the terrace to make more room for my flowers. The reason he loved orchids was because they reminded him of his childhood at his grandparents'. He continued to grow them for about 21 years.
After watching TV for a little while, we suggested a makeup dance before going to bed for some more "making up." We danced to "One Man, One Woman" by ABBA, which is, in my opinion, a great makeup song to dance to for husbands and wives.
"Baby, just as God will never leave us, I'll never leave you. I don't care if you fill the house with flowers, I will love you forever, and I'll stay with you, and be yours forever," I told him.
"I won't leave you either. I'll take care of you; I'll protect you. I'd rather have you than anything else. You're more beautiful than all the colorful flowers put together. I love you, my darling."
As the third chorus of the song was sung, both of us briefly teared up. We gently wiped each other's tears away and then we started kissing. As the song drew to a close, my husband lifted me up in a bridal hold and carried me to our bedroom.
"Be right back," my husband whispered, and that gave me time to prepare myself for him. I took off my dress, leaving me in a little white lace dress. I lay back as my husband took his shirt off before climbing over me. I gently touched his face as he kissed me. The kisses started off gentle, then gradually got more passionate. My husband helped me take off my under-dress before slipping out of his boxers.
I slowly spread my legs, and I felt his tip massage my entrance before slowly going in. I took my handsome, darling husband in my arms and caressed his body. I planted kisses on his cheeks, feeling intense love for him. My husband hugged me close to his heart, thrusting gently at first as I responded, moving around a little bit giving him pleasure.
"Oh yes, baby right there!" He shivered as I rubbed the back of his neck. I could feel his hot, shivered exhales on my chest before he kissed me there. He kissed and caressed my breast while he massaged my lady place with his almost rock-hard man part. He then started to go a little faster, pleasuring me intensely before I came suddenly, and I let out a sharp cry as my body twitched, responding quite favorably to the orgasmic sensations. I felt my husband's man part pulsate inside of me as he exploded in ecstasy, holding me tight.
After we had come down, my husband cupped my face, and I took his hand into mine as I kissed it multiple times. My husband kissed my forehead and my cheek before digging his hand under my head to embrace me some more. After we had caught our breath, we lay side by side, embracing each other, my breasts pressed up against his chest, and that's how we fell asleep, enjoying the touch and smell of each other.