First time posting, I’ll start with a brief background… I’m [31f] 5’4”, grey-blue eyes, with long blonde hair that runs ½ way down my back and weigh in at a pretty fit 117lb. I’m a personal trainer by trade, with a specialty in kettlebell strength training, and my ass proves it.
My husband [32m] is roughly 5’11” and 165lb and in great shape (lots of thanks to me, haha). He has long, perfectly curled hair that’s mostly dark brown with some salt, and an impeccably trimmed beard. All topped with perfect, sky blue eyes… No joke, at our wedding, he looked like a literal GQ model in his steel blue suit.
Anyway… To our story. Our Christmas weekend was spent like many, visiting family and (in my case) staying with the in-laws. While reasonably relaxing, there was little space for too many intimate moments, especially since I have a hard time keeping quiet. But that’s not to say we still didn’t find ways to work each other up while we were there. His parents have a 2 person sauna in the basements So between taking a couple of naked, hot, sweaty saunas and finding opportunities to makeout, and feel each other up on drives… Well, by the time we got home Sunday afternoon, it was all we could do not to tear each other’s clothes off.