It was December of 1993 when this beautiful, special night happened. December 10th to be exact, so not at all long before Christmas. It wasn’t our best year (nothing to do with our marriage, all was well there), but everything was well now, and December was wonderful. At least God brought us through and our marriage was as strong as ever. Also, we in our private moments refer to that year as the “sitting” year because most times we were intimate that time were in the sitting position.
We came home one evening after going to the movies with our girls, had supper, and went to bed. In our room we started with some light kissing. Then, some touching followed while slowly unwrapping each other’s clothes. My husband sat on our bed, naked and I joined him once my remaining garments fell off. I gently touched his shoulders as I straddled and kissed him before lowering myself onto his hard cock.
“Baby, you’re so beautiful. I love you,” he said.
“I love you too, my handsome man,” I replied.
We wrapped our arms each other tight when he was fully inside me, taking time to enjoy that beautiful intimate feeling. I caressed his smooth back and he kissed my neck. We nuzzled lightly before exchanging sweet, erotic kisses. I kissed his forehead as he caressed my back before bringing one of his hands around to gently caress my breasts. He took one pointed nipple in his mouth, slowly licking and kissing it, giving me the orgasmic tingles. He then did the same with the other breast.
I then felt my husband’s hard, throbbing cock move a bit in my wet ladyplace. It felt so pleasurable while he pulsated in my ladyplace. My husband moved gently at first, and I started to move, too.
I clutched him, my breasts pressed up against his chest as my hips went back and forth, pleasuring us both. Our movements got faster, and I orgasmed strongly, with my husband cumming with me. We held each other tight while thrusting and moaning in orgasmic abandon before we came down, and relaxed in each others arms, taking a moment before my husband lay back, and lay me on him.
My husband held my hand as I rested it on his chest. With his other hand he stroked me, and rested his arm around me as I fell asleep.