Young Nordic Love

In 1987, shortly before I got pregnant with our younger daughter, my husband & I had the pleasure of being on a Nordic TV show in Sweden. I still remember my husband’s light blue outfit with the white zipper! I wore a white 50s type dress with black dots.

My mother, who was still working at the time and was there on business was staying at a hotel a few blocks away, and she offered to look after our older daughter for the night. We were a little reluctant initially, but my mom told us not to worry, and that everything was going to be alright. Besides, our daughter looked like she was having fun, and they were both happy, so we went out for a little while.

We were shopping in this huge, warehouse type supermarket, and as we walked in, the TV people singled me out to spin the wheel for a prize! I won samples of fabric softener and three blocks of Marabou Swedish chocolate! That’s a favorite chocolate of mine!  The lady with the microphone shook my hand to congratulate me, and then my husband wrapped his arm around me and said, “Isn’t she beautiful?! I know I’m blessed by God because He created this beautiful, sweet lady who is my wife.” I was touched, and I kissed him.

“God keep blessing you, darling!” I responded, and my husband kissed me on the lips.

At the end of the show, we all waved to the camera, after which we started our shopping. We had dinner at a lovely, cozy cafe-diner next to the shop, and though we had something light it was still scrumptious!

Upon coming back, we decided to have a dance, and I wore my special dress for the occasion. The room was warm and cozy in this cold as it doesn’t get too warm in Sweden even in Summer. But the room was warm enough for my husband to take his shirt off. We danced to ABBA’s Voulez-Vous. While I danced, my dress flowed around me, allowing my husband a peak at my bottom and lady place. The see-through dress material allowed him a glimpse of my breasts while he danced with me.

I played with my hair, then slid my hands down to my breasts. He immediately became hard. I put my arms out to spin around. I swayed my hips, and as he ran his hands over my body across the thin fabric, my husband said I was exquisite with my legs.

My shirtless husband couldn’t hold off anymore! He just had to take me in his arms. He threw his arms around me, and kissed me passionately, as I embraced him back, kissing him as he kissed me. I clutched his smooth, bare back as my lady place became silky wet.

He then gently lifted me up in a bridal hold, and slowly walked over to the bed and lay me down. He kissed my forehead before I slowly stripped off my nightdress and lay back down.

I spread myself along the comfy bed-linen, & spread my legs as he climbed over and entered me.

I had my arms up around his upper back as he touched and stroked one of my breasts. He kissed me passionately while telling me that he was so aroused by his my beauty, not only my body but also my sweetness.

The pleasure I was experiencing was high as I let out soft, light breaths while my husband made quivering exhales as he thrust slowly.

He kissed me as he continued to play around inside of me. Then, at the same time, orgasmic sparks were let out by the both of us, we held each other tight as we enjoyed the erotic feeling of climaxing together. He thrust harder as my body tightened, and I cried out in utter pleasure before coming down, wet with sweat. My husband’s hot breaths of exhaust, yet satisfaction blew down my neck as he cupped my face and kissed my cheek.

We shared one last French kiss for the night before he kissed my neck multiple times and gently lay his head on my chest. As always, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. This story is one of our many favorite “Swede Dreams” – sweet nights of intimacy in Sweden.