Henrik had wanted to talk to me and so we sat down comfortably in our garden with a glass of wine and talked about our marriage while crickets chirped and the sun slowly set. The fact that we were still deeply in love was not the issue, that was clear. We also knew at every moment that we belonged together. No, he was interested in bringing more momentum and energy back into our sex life. I myself hadn't noticed so drastically over the years that our eroticism was slowly becoming more and more tired, but Henrik seemed to be suffering a lot.
The fact that this July day was very warm and the evening was in no way inferior to it was perfect for our little 'garden meeting'. We kept looking deep into each other's eyes as we talked. Precisely because it was about our love, our sex and our passion. And also because we could sense how much we still felt for each other. We didn't come to a real conclusion. But we did make a promise to each other, namely to pay more attention to our togetherness again and to revive it as best we could.
It didn't take long for Henrik to put an idea into practice that would fulfill this promise. Just a few days later, he took me by the hand after work and led me to our car. It was another warm day and I was only wearing a light summer dress and light shoes, which he noted with an appreciative look. Grinning with anticipation, he held the passenger door open for me and as soon as I got in, we set off. We drove towards the outskirts of the city. There he stopped on a hard shoulder, reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a cotton cloth. Before I could ask why he was carrying it and what he was going to do with it, he blindfolded me with it.
"What...", I began my sentence, but Henrik put his finger on my lips. "Shh, don't ask. It's going to be a surprise," he whispered in my ear and gave me a tender kiss. Immediately afterwards, he set the car in motion again.
We were on the road for an estimated hour. We seemed to be driving along fairly lonely country roads, as I rarely heard the sound of another car coming through the open sunroof and into the car. I suspected that this surprise staged by my husband would have something to do with our sex, and I was looking forward to it. It was even more than that, because as we drove along, I felt this exciting heat spreading deep inside me and the thrilling tingling of anticipation joining in. I couldn't tell if I was starting to get wet, but I suspected I was. I would have liked to look over at Henrik, just to risk a quick glance at his crotch. Did it excite him too? I suspected that too. Oh yes, I was looking forward to seeing him.
"So, we're here, darling."
I heard Henrik's voice and realized that he had turned off the engine. The next moment, my door was opened and Henrik grabbed my hand.
"Come on, get out," he asked me in a friendly manner and immediately helped me, as I was rather clumsy in my current blindness.
With me by the hand, he opened the trunk and took out a rucksack. Then he locked the car. Hand in hand, we walked slowly over rough terrain. Henrik carefully guided me with his words and soon I heard water lapping against a bank. At the same time, I heard the creaking sounds of boats hitting a jetty. And ... yes, and it smelled of wood and water. I could hardly believe it. Had he really done it? Had he really taken me to the old boathouse? It was almost too good to be true. I stood still in disbelief.
"Henrik?" I held him back by the hand.
He answered me with a hidden laugh and immense anticipation in his voice.
"Yes, Danni?" I was so overwhelmed that I was barely able to formulate my question properly.
"You're not ...? Did you really do it? Are we at the old boathouse?"
Now he laughed softly.
"Why, yes!"
With that, he pulled off my blindfold and lifted me up, still laughing. Slinging my rucksack over one shoulder and carrying me in his arms, he walked the few steps to get inside the abandoned boathouse. He carried me through until we came to a jetty at the open end. There were also the small rowing boats I had heard earlier.
"Oh, it's a dream, Henrik! But are we allowed to do that? Isn't it actually abandoned?"
I had long admired this boathouse from afar and when passing by. I had repeatedly raved to Henrik about this romantic place. That he had remembered that he knew this was my favorite place! He put a finger over my mouth again.
"It's okay and all sorted. Don't think about it, just enjoy, darling!"
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. Wild, demanding and full of desire. I pressed myself tightly against him and he pulled me just as tightly into his arms. Without a word, but with an intimate understanding of ourselves, we kissed hotly and full of desire. Now it was no longer a guess, now I could clearly feel myself getting wet with arousal. And Henrik's erection was also pushing through the fabric of his trousers. Oh, how exciting it was!
After a while, Henrik hesitantly detached himself from me and slipped the rucksack off his shoulder. He placed it on the floor and pulled out a woolen blanket, which he spread out. He also took some baguette bread, red wine and cheese. He draped everything on the top of the blanket and looked at me with flashing eyes. I looked back with excitement. I praised him for the great idea with dinner, but he told me that I had to earn it first. I didn't immediately understand what Henrik was looking at me for, because without hesitation he began to take off my dress and remove my bra. He also undressed himself. Then he ran out onto the jetty and jumped headfirst into the warm water with a powerful leap.
Aha! Now I knew what he was getting at. I got rid of the rest of my clothes and followed him. Not with such a daring leap, but rather cautiously, I stepped from the bank into the water, which quickly became deep. After just a few steps, I could no longer stand and I swam to Henrik. He welcomed me with a deep look and took me in his arms. Kissing and still moving slightly so as not to sink, we increased our excitement immeasurably. I stroked my hand down Henrik's body and felt his lust. And he stroked my skin too. The water was calm and smooth, there was a peaceful silence around us and not a soul for miles around. I loved it and was ready for anything and more. Henrik was too, as I could clearly feel in my hand.
"God, Danni, it's hot!"
I nodded and instead of replying, I indulged him, which he acknowledged with a deep sigh.
It was fascinating to experience how light our bodies felt in the water. The magic of this wet element and this tingling situation left me with only one wish.
"Come on, make love to me...!"
Henrik's eyes were full of lust at these words. The unfamiliar surroundings and the feeling of our wet bodies seemed to catapult him into another dimension of desire. I wanted it too, badly! So I nodded and breathed a willing yes to him.
"Come on," he urged me and swam ahead of me, closer to the shore. The water was less deep here and we could feel the ground beneath our feet again. The wet element sloshed around Henrik's chest and my shoulders as he looked at me for a long time. His gaze went through and through me. He told me about love, intimacy and sex, pure sex. I answered him and also looked deep into his eyes.
His hands were everywhere. They stroked and pampered me and finally found their way to my pulsating center. Henrik felt my lust and could hardly control himself. He stroked me from the inside and snuggled up close to me. He showed me in no uncertain terms what he wanted so badly and as I could hardly think of anything else, I put my hand around his pleasure stick and guided it between my thighs. Henrik let out a sigh. He lifted my thigh and then all it took was a single, powerful movement with his hips. Now it was me who sighed out loud.
"Yes, Henrik, good!" I whispered and snuggled up close to him.
The water pushed up between us and with each of Henrik's lustful rhythms. We held each other in a loving embrace and I had my leg wrapped around his hip. Henrik moved his pelvis in his very own rhythm, plunging in again and again. He sighed and kissed me deeply. I looked at his face and saw that he kept his eyes closed most of the time. When he did open them from time to time, I was greeted by a warm and eager look. Now I kissed him and slid my hands from his shoulders down to his bottom. I felt his tense muscles and gripped them tightly. That was the moment when Henrik breathlessly announced to me that he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. Instead of answering, I kissed him again, letting my tongue find his and caress it gently. His grip tightened. Henrik had buried his face in my hair and sighed into my dark curls.
"Now, Danni, now!"
Experiencing all this in the water with him also pushed my arousal curve to the limit. Out of breath, he looked into my eyes and put my leg back on the floor. Thanks to the wonderful lightness that the water gave us, Henrik effortlessly lifted me onto his arm and carried me to the jetty.
I looked down at his blond wet hair and lay back on the sun-warmed wood. Oh, yes - it was wonderful! Henrik continued to spoil me, he knew exactly how I loved it, still do. It was heaven on earth as I sighed and sank into my husband's caresses. Then he looked at me, first at my wet body, then at my face. Immediately afterwards, he leaned over me and kissed me again. I had the feeling that the world was sinking around us and our kiss. But that wasn't important to me. Only his lips on mine and his soft tongue on mine mattered on this evening that Henrik had prepared so magnificently for us.
He stood up and pulled me with him.
"Hungry?"
"Yes, and how!"
We laughed at each other. Those were the first words we had spoken to each other again since he had so eagerly asked me to follow him earlier. Arm in arm, we walked to the blanket. Once there, Henrik reached into his rucksack again and pulled out two towels, which we used to wipe the worst of the moisture from our skin. A moment later, we made ourselves comfortable on the blanket and enjoyed the cheese, bread and dry red wine. We took it in turns to drink from the bottle and laughed conspiratorially at each other in between.
As dusk began to fall and I feared that we would soon have to leave again, I asked Henrik if he would go swimming with me one last time. He looked at me and I noticed a mischievous smile playing around his lips. I grinned too, knowing exactly what he was thinking ...
"Well, what is it?"
I asked him again, smiling sweetly. Instead of answering, he stood up and took me in his arms. He kissed my neck, my shoulder and stroked my back. I was just enjoying him with a pleasant sigh when he suddenly let go of me, gave me another kiss on the lips and then took a running start and jumped headfirst into the lake again. I watched him do it. It looked amazing! So powerful, dynamic and full of energy. The water splashed up and his thunderous plunge broke the silence of the evening. A few water birds startled and flew up.
I climbed in a little more cautiously. But I enjoyed the now cooler water just as much as Henrik. I swam a few strokes when I suddenly felt his hands on my skin. I was briefly startled as I hadn't noticed him before. He must have dived underneath me. Neither of us could stand at this point in the lake, so we moved our arms in small circles as we kissed intimately again. Henrik pushed my upper body backwards so that I was almost horizontal on the surface of the water and on his arms. He pampered me extremely tenderly.
"Henrik, it's beautiful!"
I lifted my head and looked at him. He looked into my face and nodded in confirmation of my words as he looked deep into my eyes. We found each other once again in the light of the setting sun, full of devotion.
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