Everytime You Go Away

My husband and I were rarely apart other than that time in 1985, when he had to go see his family in Portland for three days in November. I know, three days may seem like nothing, but for us it was long so I decided to visit my aunt during that time. Now, remember this was 1985 so there was no Webcam, no FaceTime or the like.

So my husband came back in time for a friend’s 40th birthday party. We had a great time at the party, lots of dancing. Then one slow dance was particularly memorable – Paul Young’s “Everytime you go away” played and we held each other close while dancing. Coincidentally, that song also played in the car as we drove home! We love that song so we enjoyed that.

At home, I freshened up upstairs and went to our bedroom. After my husband did, he came up to me took my face in his hands and kissed me.

“Oh baby, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed your tender touch, and the wetness of your ladyplace,” he said, as he reached for my ladyplace and felt its wetness.

“I missed you too, sweet darling. I missed your sweet kisses and caresses, while feeling you thrust inside me,” I replied.

“Oh yes, I’ve missed that, too,” he said. From then on, we were rarely apart. We took turns in unwrapping each other’s clothes off between sweet kisses.

When I was down to my under-dress, my husband touched my breasts from behind me and kissed my neck, and I sensually smiled, lost in his love and desire for me. He turned me around and carried me to our bed. He slowly unwrapped the dress from my body, and gently entered me after I spread my legs for him.

When he took me in his arms, I ran my fingers through his hair, caressing his scalp. I delighted in his kisses and the feel of his hot body while he delighted in me, kissing me all over and caressing my face while he clutched me.

Soft, sensual exhales escaped my mouth as I was dizzy with love and attraction while my husband kissed my neck, and gently thrust inside my wet ladyplace. I could tell he felt the same way by his beautiful body language, gentle caresses, and sexy sounds that he let out while he made love to me.

My husband caressed my breast before moving his hand up to cup my face and kiss me on the mouth again as we got more passionate. His thrusts increased speed and intensity, as did my pleasure.

Then I reached a beautiful orgasm. I tensed up and clutched my husband as I let out excited, breathy sounds with my husband clutching me before he, too, reached climax, jerking inside of me while vocalizing loudly.

He kissed my cheek before he rolled off of me. I saw him lay on his back, enjoying the afterglow and his sweaty body glistened in the moonlight that penetrated our window. I snuggled up to him and we cuddled, sharing a sweet kiss on the mouth before I rested my head on his chest, still wrapped in his arms.