In 1985, we went to London to do a talk show. We were nervous, but we knew it was going to be great. We had a wonderful time, we actually got a helicopter ride to the studio! The lady who hosted the show was very friendly so all was very relaxed, there were a few laughs. Then, after the talk was done at about 10:30 we took our rented car and went sightseeing.
We crossed the London Bridge and first we went on a Ferris Wheel to have a good aerial look at the wonderful city. We were the only ones in our “cab” of the ferris wheel and so when we were high up, my husband kept kissing me all over my cheek.
“You are so beautiful. I can’t stop kissing you.” Said my husband as he caressed my face with the back of his hand before moving his hand down to squeeze my breast which startled me for obvious reasons.
“Honey!” I laughed,
“Don’t worry, no one can see us! We’re high up!” Winked my husband.
He had a point, but I was just taken aback by his cheeky spontaneity. We explored the town, including Piccadilly Circus and Westminster Abbey before doing a bit of shopping to buy some gifts for our family members. What my husband didn’t know was that I bought something sexy I could wear for him tonight.
After having dinner at the hotel, my husband took a bath after I did, and it gave me time to put on that short dress with the sparkly English flag on it. My husband came out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his waist and I got turned on immediately, and when he saw me posing on our bed, he immediately got that certain look on his face, and unwrapped that towel and climbed on me, buck naked and passionately kissed me on the mouth before moving down to my neck and grabbing my breasts and kissing my cleavage.
He practically ripped the dress off of me and dropping it to the floor and was even more turned on discovering that I had been completely naked under that dress.
I anticipated him entering me as I saw him reach for his man part, and slowly came in as my ladyplace further lubricated. My husband expressed his pleasure at being able to smell my lady-flower’s nectar from where he was.
I wrapped my arms around him as we started kissing again. I caressed my husband through his hair as I kissed my his cheekbone.
He stroked my breast while thrusting before cupping my face and French kissing me.
Then, I suddenly came and my whole body tensed up. Moans came out as I massaged my husband’s back in response to the sensual climax, while my sweet husband caressed me while hugging me. Throbbing inside of me, his climax exploded as well causing him to yell in shock, jerking inside of me in complete ecstasy.
I felt my husband’s afterglow in his embrace and sweet kisses. I gently touched his handsome face as he lay on me and rested his head on my chest, which I always love. Early next morning it was a very heavy rain, so we lay in for the morning watching our favorite BBC sitcoms!