It was a warm summer night on a Tuesday or Wednesday. I mean… we’re married (31M and 27F). Exciting for us is usually diving into a bed of sheets and blankets, pretending we intend to watch a movie, chatting, exchanging massages, sometimes leading to vanilla sexy times that wouldn’t impress anybody but ourselves, never watching a movie, and then passing out in a puddle of cuddles on the bed. It’s not exactly /r/gonewildstories material, but hot damn it’s awesome for us! At that point though, we had been through a lot on a personal level for a few weeks.
Going out was exactly what we needed, and my wife Estelle was – and still is – an amazing woman to have holding your hand. She’s tall, strawberry blonde, and pretty fit from years of dancing. She could have gone pro if her parents had been a little more neurotic and her boobs weren’t threatening to bump her up from a “c” to a “d-cup”, but I’m the beneficiary of every curve on her body. She was wearing a dress that she bought on a trip to South America back in college, and it showed her off beautifully.