Nostalgic Night

In 2010, we were married for 26 years. It had been 25 years since our career peaks, so we were going to celebrate. Our first born girl and her husband permitted our granddaughter, who was five years old at the time to attend an ABBA impersonator concert with us and stay with us for the night. We also planned to hang out with her the next day.

It was the first concert for our granddaughter. She was excited when her parents dropped her off at our flat. She was dressed up for the occasion, and so were we. My husband wore a white shirt with a black tux, with matching pants and no tie, and his one button undone on his shirt looked very sexy to me. I was already looking forward to unbuttoning the rest of his shirt…

I wore a modest, sparkling white dress with matching shoes, and I saw the way my husband smiled at me. He walked over to me and hugged me, and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.

“I love how that dress fits you, my sexy lady! What I admire about you is that you can be sexy, and not showy.”

“Same to you, my dashing prince. It’s the little things that you do that turn me on, my handsome man!”

Then we heard a car pulling up, and our granddaughter ran to us and gave us a great big hug! We talked briefly to our daughter and son-in-law on our arrangements, and that was that. The three of us prayed to our good Lord prior to leaving. God has always been good to us. Sure enough we were on our way, and we had enough room to dance at the concert!

A uniquely special moment was when the impersonators sang “Fernando.” I held our granddaughter, and my husband and I put our arms around each other. He stroked her hair while we all slow-danced and sang along. After the concert, we posed for a photo with the band.

Naturally, our granddaughter was very tired when we got home, so she went straight to bed. As we went to bed ourselves, we were feeling nostalgic, and we weren’t sleepy.

I watched as my husband took off his suit, and I had the pleasure of undoing those buttons of his. He couldn’t resist feeling my breasts, before running his arms around me, and then unzipping my dress. I pulled it down.

After my husband had pulled down my panties, I lay on our bed, allowing my husband full view of my nude body. My now naked man came over to me and climbed on the bed to lay beside me. He lay his hand on my cheek and looked into my eyes.

“Do you remember this?” asked my husband as he leaned in and kissed my neck. I let out an exhaled “yes”. I remembered he did the same thing on our honeymoon. I gently placed my hands on his smooth back, which felt sexy. We lay in an embrace.

“Remember when we were young, and we went to Italy for the first time? When we were in the Alps after we made love, I rested my head on your chest while you caressed my head with your gentle hand?” My husband reminisced as he stroked my cheek,

“It was blissful wasn’t it? We were very young. And then in Rome, we lay in each other’s arms. It was this trip that we conceived our first girl on our 2nd wedding anniversary,” I replied.

“Yes, in love we conceived our bundles of joy. I remember it like yesterday,” he said.

“Me too. I love you very much, my sweet darling, and that’s never going to change,” I told him, and he smiled and kissed my hand.

“I love you too, sweetheart. You will always be beautiful to me, my darling, and that’ll never change either. You are as beautiful now as you always were. And your lips are still lovely and pink.”

I was getting wet by his sweet words. I remember how he said that about my lips 25 years before. My husband, hard as a rock, leaned in to kiss me before moving to enter me. We threw our arms around each other as we remembered our younger days. We kissed passionately, as he thrust inside of me. We remembered how much fun we had on television, singing together 25 years before when we were still newlyweds, and the way we made love that night was too special to forget.

We see that performance as iconic, and love remembering it. Especially when my husband joked with me, and hugged me at the same time. My husband kissed the side of my breast as he remembered how he did it on our honeymoon, and I lovingly embraced my husband while he did the same to me. I caressed his back as he kissed my jawbone, then my cheekbone while thrusting inside my wet lady place.

We had fantastic orgasms, clutching each other tight as he went harder, not afraid to cry out in total ecstasy as our nostalgia also hit an all-time high. As always when we came down, my husband lovingly kissed my neck. We both felt exhausted, but blissful as well. We didn’t let go of one another, and even when we woke up in the morning, we were still entwined.