Family Reunion In Hamburg

December in 2009 was a quiet one for us, relaxing at home with the occasional restaurant dinner, and me going grocery shopping (which I enjoy). We enjoyed the snow and quietness. Then, we got a call from our daughter. She and her husband were going to Hamburg, Germany because he had to go there on business, and because he was going for a month, he decided to take our daughter and granddaughter with him so they could have a vacation.

Our daughter told us on the phone that our younger daughter and her family were invited as well as us! She also said that the company our son-in-law was working in was putting him and the family up at the Hotel Hafen Hamburg, which was close to the Europa Passage, which is where we went shopping.

We arrived on the morning of December 27, and our son-in-law drove to the airport with our daughter and granddaughter to collect us. It was snowing at this time, and it was beautiful. We saw our younger daughter and her family had settled well too. Our room was small but cozy, and it had an excellent view.

The next day, we did a bit of sightseeing and shopping, preparing for a night of fun. Our son-in-law insisted on treating us to a posh restaurant dinner. It also was family friendly so our grandchildren could come too.

We wore semi-formal attire, with my husband wearing a white shirt and black pants and at 50, he still looked hot. I was 48 at the time, but very content with the looks God gave me, not to mention that my husband still makes me feel as beautiful and sexy as he did since we were married. I wore a white dress with long sleeves. We love each other in white!

As we talked with our family members while waiting for our food, my husband gently held my hand, and I rested my head on his shoulder briefly as he kissed my head.

“I love you, honey,” whispered my husband,

“I love you too, darling,” I whispered back, and then he kissed me.

We had a wonderful time, and after a little while we went back to the hotel. At the hotel, my husband surprised me with something. He put our wedding video on DVD! The quality was great, and, of course, we enjoyed watching it so much!

Little did my husband know that I had on a sexy white sparkly dress under my modest one. So I put on the very song I danced to 25 years before when I danced for my husband for the first time – Frida’s (from ABBA) song “Shine”.

My husband, looking ever so sexy in his white shirt, started breathing a little heavy when he saw me in that glittering white dress. He sat on the chair in front of our bed as I began to dance. I flipped my hair with my hands, lightly ran my hands over my breasts while I moved my shaven legs in a ladylike way. Then I did my favorite move, twisting my hips, and I raised my arms up, then down, then up again as my husband watched me dance. Twisting my hips is my husband’s favorite move of mine as it’s so sexy.

Then, I stood over his legs as he sat and did a little twisting over his legs, and I felt my husband’s hot breaths on me. Then when I turned around, my husband took me onto his lap and kissed me passionately, with one of his hands on my breasts, and I, of course, kissed him back, embracing him and caressing his face.

We stood up, and I ran my hands around my husband’s back over his shirt while he kissed me. I proceeded to unbutton his shirt, and the way he slid it off was oh, so sexy! He’s always hot shirtless.

I lay down on the bed; he climbed over me, and French kissed me. As I kicked off my shoes, my husband lifted my dress over my head, and it felt so right to be naked on the silk sheets though I knew the best was yet to come.

“Oh, darling you’re beautiful! And sexy! And you’re the sweetest woman in the world. I love you so much!” exclaimed my husband.

“I love you too, handsome! You are the sexiest man, my sweet, darling husband!” I responded.

I lay there and spread my legs, as I got an excellent view of my sexy husband as he entered his hard man-part into my wet, throbbing and slippery hot lady place.

I let out pleasurable moans as he thrust inside me and kissed my neck. I felt my husband’s warm breaths down my neck before he touched and kissed my breasts. Then, he French kissed me again, passionately, and I got even more turned on as I watched my husband flex his butt muscles while thrusting with passion.

I kept feeling his smooth back, still watching him flex those butt muscles. He kissed my cheek multiple times as he continued pleasuring me with his man-part.

I suddenly had this strong, and long orgasm, as he thrust hard. I cried out in such ecstasy, enjoying the orgasm as we both sweated. When I came down, my husband grunted as he climaxed, embracing me tight as he let out his orgasmic moans.

Both sweaty, my husband kissed my cheek and neck when we came down, and we rested a moment to catch our breaths. My husband, still on top of me, leaned his head next to mine on a pillow. He gently caressed my cheek while I stroked his head.