Sweaty And Wet

In 1979, several months after my wedding, I attended a concert with my sister. My new husband and I were babysitting at the time, so I was initially a bit reluctant to go.  But Paul, my husband, insisted.

“Go and have a good time. I’ll take care of the baby,” he said.  “You deserve a break.”

So I got dressed and, when my sister arrived to collect me, I met her out front. She had two backstage passes! We met the stars before the concert and had a photo with them before going to our seats. We enjoyed the concert immensely, singing, dancing and having fun!

I was still excited about the whole thing when she dropped me off at home. I was sweating when the concert was over, so I went to the bathroom to freshen up before getting a glass of water. My husband came out and told me the baby was sleeping then asked me about the concert.

I told him everything and how it all went so well.

“Are you too tired for a little fun in bed?” He asked.

“Of course not!” I replied. If anything, I felt like it, too! So,  once my husband closed the bedroom door behind us, we immediately kissed passionately. Paul reached for a shoulder strap and my dress slid off as he pulled downward.

We continued kissing for a bit. I unbuttoned his shirt, then Paul gently slid my panties down my legs. As I got on our bed, I watched him pull down his jeans. He climbed over me and kissed me deeply.

As I spread my legs, I could feel how wet I was. I watched him stroke his penis to get it ready before entering me.

My husband was passionate and I could feel it. I sensed it in the way he held me tight and thrust hard while letting out amorous exclamations. And I felt, too. I grunted softly, feeling his penis pleasure me and enjoying every second of it. I loved how sensual our kisses were as I caressed him.

His thrusts got more impassioned and I had a sudden, strong orgasm come in shockwaves. My husband embraced me tighter so that he could thrust as far as he could go. Then, as my orgasm faded away, Paul reached for my breast and grunted sharply in pleasure as he had his orgasm.

Once Paul rolled off of me, we realized how sweaty we were. So we took a moment to cool down before I cuddled up to him, resting my arm across his body. He kissed me on the forehead and stroked me. Then we turned out the light and went to sleep.

In the morning it was foggy. We had left one window partly open during the night so some cool air would enter our room. The mist wisping through the room was beautiful.

We had a great day out that day! Praise God!