Mr and Mrs Bond Get Passionate

In 1998, my husband and I went to an annual family-friendly party that a friend of ours organized every year until 2007. It was formal, but there was always a lot of dancing!

I wore a new knee-length red dress with elbow-length sleeves, my hair was down but done well, with a finishing touch of red lipstick and sparkly red nails.

“Wow, you are so beautiful! I can’t express in words how amazingly gorgeous and sexy you are!” Exclaimed my husband as I slipped into my red stilettos.

“Well, if you want, you can express it fully here tonight. By the way, you are very hunky yourself, Henry my honey.” I flirted.

“I’m so there!” He said.

I loved the look of my husband’s new tuxedo. As I grabbed my white clutch purse, I called out to our daughters saying it was time to leave.

We drove to the event, and as my friend greeted us, remembering our dress up in 1987, she said,

“Well, good evening, Mr. & Mrs. Bond! Wonderful to see you two!” We laughed a bit.

After exchanging greetings, having dinner and all those formalities it was finally time to dance. Ah, the blasts from the past bright us a lot of flashbacks, including “Time Of My Life”.

“Remember how passionate that was? We did it twice that night!” Said, my husband, as we danced.

After a couple of hours, it was time to go home. It was well past our girls’ bedtime.

“Girls, bed, immediately,”  said, my husband, after we’d all freshened up, and they listened. They were tired anyway so we knew they’d sleep. My husband followed me into our room, and the moment the bedroom door was closed we started making out.

As I slipped out of my stilettos, I lay on my back on our bed and my husband practically jumped me and we made out some more before he passionately ripped my dress off, revealing my sexy lingerie and kissed me while I unwrapped his suit and unbuttoned his shirt.

After my lingerie came off I pulled back the covers and lay back as my husband ripped of his pants. After tossing them on a chair, he climbed on me, kissing my body and my breasts, licking my pointed nipples.

He entered me with a passion and thrust with vigor, grunting as he did so. My ladyplace was throbbing with so much pleasure, a lot of aroused exclamations escaped my mouth while my hips bucked up to meet his thrusts as I passionately massaged his back.

My husband stroked my breasts while kissing my neck, moving up to my mouth. He noticed my arousal was intensifying, so he “switched gears” so to speak, and began his classic throbbing thrusts that as always, caused me to climax strongly.

My hips involuntarily twitched as I let out breathy cries of erotic euphoria while my husband clutched me close to him. I watched my husband’s butt making those sexy flexing movements as I came. Then, just as my orgasm was finishing, my husband came, also causing him to make his sexy jerking movements while vocalizing in ecstasy. I had the pleasure of watching his orgasmic face as he let out his last cry and orgasmic shiver.

My husband’s body shone with sweat as did mine, and he kissed my neck multiple times once we caught our breaths. We remained in each other’s arms, relaxing in blissful afterglow, as my husband gently lay his head on my chest. Needless to say, we both slept immediately.