It was 1989, and I went out one night with my cousin, Clara, while visiting her in Stockholm. We had lost our cousin Charlotte two months before very suddenly. But we decided to get together, even though it was going to be just the two of us.
We went out for dinner, then saw “Steel Magnolias” at the movies. We had a lovely time despite a few tears while watching the film, as well as tears for our dearly departed cousin.
When I got home, my husband saw I was a little bit sad. I wasn’t too sad, but just a little. So after I freshened up, I went back out to our living room to put something in the fridge when I suddenly heard “Rock ‘n’ Roll Band”, a lesser known ABBA song, start to play.
When my husband cheerfully appeared, a smile instantly formed on my face.
“There’s the beautiful smile! Come on baby, let’s dance,” he said.
He took my hand and we started dancing, as he sang with the ABBA boys. It’s a great song because the lyrics talk about a boy trying to cheer up a girl. And we were laughing while we danced, thanking God we’re still alive!
We then danced to the Swedish version of “Waterloo” before calming down a bit. We shared a sweet kiss before my husband said,”Come on baby, let’s go to bed.” So we went, excited and anticipating our impending passion. Looking forward to him throbbing and jerking inside of me.
Sure enough, things got heated as my husband performed a passionate opening by kissing me ardently. He ripped his shirt off and kissed me some more before getting me naked, then himself as I got in bed and covered myself up to my neck.
I smiled flirtatiously and my husband responded by doing the same as he slipped into bed with me, eager and ready. He gently kissed me before whispering:
“You are one sexy woman.” Before climbing over me, and I spread my legs, ready for him to make his grand, pleasurable entrance. He let out a breathy “oh baby” as his penis felt the warmth of my soft vagina. My husband swiftly rolled me on him and we resumed our passionate kisses. I cupped his face with my hand with my other arms wrapped around his neck, feeling one of his sexy shoulders while my husband embraced me, caressing my lower back as I felt cherished and desired.
He swiftly rolled on me again, and his thrusts intensified as he grunted while thrusting and making me throb in pleasure. He felt my breasts, kissing them while he thrust, and then I had massive orgasm rush through my body. I cried out in ecstasy as my arms tightened around him impulsively as a result of the strong pleasure.
While my orgasm was still going, I listened to my husband’s orgasmic moans and felt his orgasmic body language. His body tensed up, and he clutched me tighter too, while he made his orgasmic jerking movements inside of me.
We both came down at the same time, and though we turned to lay side by side, we did not let go of each other. My husband looked into my eyes, took a moment to caress my glistening cheek before kissing my forehead. Nothing more was said. But it didn’t have to be. Our passion that night told everything. It wasn’t anything we didn’t already know, but still we love to tell and hear it from each other (and of course feel it).
My husband nuzzled me gently before we kissed on the mouth goodnight, and swiftly fell asleep in each other’s arms.