Here we were again, in one of our favorite cities in the steamy summer of ’95. We were going to sing “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” in the city center, Gamla Stan to be specific. I sang at this event 10 years before with my female friends, and my husband told me how sexy I was then and that has not changed.
After singing “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You”, and two other songs my husband kissed me passionately and hugged me tight before we took our bow as the audience applauded us.
It was a hot summer night, so I was wearing a silk, spaghetti-strapped white dress while my husband wore a red opened vest with long pants. He was just hot! And my husband, by his actions around me, was saying, “You’re hot too, babe!”
We immediately went home after posing with a few fans, and our daughters were tired so they went straight to bed. We went into our own room and decided to have a dance.
While dancing to one of our “sexy dance songs” we stripped for each other, and I did some sexy dance moves as I got on our big, white soft bed. I spread my legs as my husband walked over to me, and I saw he was very erect.
He eagerly climbed on, and I was even wetter when he touched me. Nothing arouses me more than his touch. Anyway, with my legs spread I gave him the signal and he entered me and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me with a passion.
We got intensely passionate and we rolled me on top him and as I lay on his sexy body, I thrust with a passion while he met my thrusts, bucking up from under me before he rolled on me again.
He kissed me again and he felt one of my breasts, kissing it before starting his thrusts again as I let out my exclamations of pleasure. I listened to his whispered moans while watching his butt flex as my own hips twitched, harmonizing with his deep, throbbing thrusts while his moans turned to grunts.
Then, I had a strong, beautiful and throbbing orgasm rush all over me as my body tightened and I tilted my head back in abandon. I let out my orgasmic vocalizations and clutched my husband as he thrust even faster reaching his own climax. He hugged me tight as he grunted loudly, and involuntarily jerked vigorously.
I relaxed after coming down, and my husband took a moment to catch his breath before kissing my sweaty neck. He ran two of his fingers down the shiny, sweaty area between my breasts.
My husband then rolled me on him, and I rested on him with our arms still wrapped around each other, and we woke up the next morning still in the blissful afterglow.
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