Hot Rendezvous With Husband
It had been weeks since my husband and I had connected intimately. With life’s hectic pace, we barely got to spend any time together like we used to. Somehow, even though we worked hard for our growing business, we had almost forgotten about our own relationship. That is why when we got the chance of a brief yet exciting rendezvous, I was excited to jump at the opportunity.
In the days leading up to our rendezvous, we made sure to tease each other in anticipation. We sent naughty texts and pictures, spoke dirty thoughts and dreams to each other. I remember how I’d blush uncontrollably while talking to him, and how we’d both moan in pleasure when we talked about what we would do to each other when we met.
Finally, when the day of our rendezvous arrived, I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer. I dressed in a ravishingly beautiful dress, not really caring if anyone else would enjoy it. All I wanted was for my husband to see me and be aroused. We decided to meet at a local hotel near our home, so all I had to do was wait for my husband to arrive.
The second he walked through the door, my desire for him was more than obvious. He was looking even more handsome than ever, dressed to the nines in a tailored suit. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw me, and as he approached me, his sensual smile lingered on his lips as he whispered in my ear.
He made me feel as if I was the only person in the world, and his touch had me practically melting in pleasure. We took a few minutes to adjust to the room, to really appreciate the private atmosphere and the precious privacy we afforded ourselves.
The next few moments were a blur, as we both eagerly dashed to the bed, leaving a trail of clothes behind as we went. We didn’t bother trying to stop ourselves anymore. We both wanted this, needed it, and couldn’t wait any longer.
I remember how it felt when he ran his hands over my body, how my skin tingled in pleasure at each touch. He moved over me, showering me with sweet, damp kisses as he explored my body with the most intimate of caresses. He cupped my breasts, playing with my nipples, before running his fingers through my hair. He then moved to my inner thighs, massaging them in a way that had me begging for his touch.
My mouth watered with anticipation as every movement of his sparked desire within me. I wanted more, I wanted him to make love to me. It was incredible, the way he ravished me, with passion and desire as if he wanted to never let go.
It’s a feeling I’ll never forget, how his passionate touch brought me pleasure and how it felt to give myself to him. He took his time to explore my body, to learn what gave me pleasure, while I explored his.
The night went on and on, and we stayed entwined in each other’s embrace until the night was almost gone. If our rendezvous had to end, then it should have ended just like that, with a satisfied smile lingering on both our lips as we caught our breath and recovered our energy.
The days that followed often reminded me of that hot rendezvous I had with my husband. For a moment, we both took a break from our busy lives and simply enjoyed some passionate moments together, fulfilling our own deepest desires.
