This is the first story I've shared so far about my husband and it's a little shorter than my other stories, so if that seems boring to you, then move along :)

Before we were married, my husband was invited to his buddy's wedding. It was big, formal affair at a Catholic church. Neither of us are religious, but we went anyway as my husband liked the guy. It was the first time I'd had to dress up in a long time and I found what turned out to be one of my favorite dresses ever: a long sleeve, black lace dress with a nude-colored slip under it. I completed the look with black 6 inch heels, but I was still shorter than my husband by almost 6 inches in them. He's a tall guy...I love tall ones 😍😘

After the ridiculously long ceremony, we had a couple hours to kill before the reception. We stopped for ice cream and drove around for a little bit and we ended up back in the church parking lot to wait. Boredom led us to fooling around, and I ended up riding him in the front seat of his Cummins, dress pulled up. There's something about a big man being between my legs that always gets me going, but I especially love feeling like I'm not totally in control- that he can dominate me at any point. About halfway through, my foot ended up in my ice cream. I had to stop because I started laughing, but I still finished before cleaning myself up (in multiple ways...)

We spent the reception laughing about what we had just done in the parking lot, and we still talk about that incident to this day.