Sextings: Sharing A Couple’s Love Languages. Beginnings. (Mature Monogamous Sex That Sizzles Book 37) Kindle Edition

“Jeff and Tammy are here with a friend,” Dave offered as he came up to me. “I saw them out front at the hostess stand. They’re getting us a table.”

“Good!” Taking my Long Island iced tea, I looked back to the bartender, gave him a wink, and made sure he got a good view of me resting my hand on Dave’s ass as we walked out of the bar.

“You haven’t put your hand on my ass since the kids were still at home,” Dave whispered as went to meet our friends.

“Seemed like the thing to do at the time,” I replied.

“Waiter, more Long Island iced teas for the lady,” Dave rang out.

“I think this second one will be plenty, dear.”

“Alrighty, then. Let’s go have a good time.”

Jeff and Tammy stood as we approached the table, hugs all around. They introduced us to Mel, Tammy’s mom’s in-care nurse. 

“Mom can be quite a handful these days,” Tammy explained. “I thought we’d have Mel out and share some different scenery.”

Mel smiled at that and rolled her eyes. I knew Tammy’s mom. She was definitely a handful.

The next hour and a half passed quickly, old friends catching up after a long time out of each other’s lives. Jeff and Tammy were pretty much sequestered between Tammy’s mom’s illness and their daughter having a baby without the baby daddy sticking around.

As they described it, “our lives are quite full these days.”

Dave, in typical Dave fashion, deflected all attention away from him, and asked many questions of our friends and Mel. I don’t think Mel got much attention in the rest of her life and she took to Dave’s apparent interest in her like a duck to water.

By the time the evening was drawing to a close, Mel’s big, brown doe eyes were sparkling at Dave and she twisted strands of her blonde hair as they chatted.

After thirty plus years of marriage, I’d seen it happen many times. Dave wasn’t flirtatious per se, he simply genuinely liked people and wanted to hear their stories. When the other side was female, it didn’t take long for the fawning to start.

I suppose I should describe Dave at this point. My husband is 6’ 2”. Lanky build. His upper body is thickly muscled from years of hard work and these days three days in the gym lifting weights. He keeps his weight in check by cycling or running six days a week.

Dave wears his hair long in the fall and winter, silver curls falling almost to his shoulders. He’s also sporting a silver beard, which makes him look older and wiser than his 55 years. Definitely sexy. My silver fox.

“I guess we’d better be wrapping this up,” Dave offered as the check came to the table. He scooped it up, and he and Jeff had a few words over who was paying, but Dave, as always, managed to take care of the matter without any hurt feelings.

“Let’s do our best to get together before the holidays again next year,” I requested of Tammy.

She shrugged her shoulders and sighed, offering a half-hearted smile. 

“I know girl,” I said, thinking back to taking care of Dave’s parents toward the end.

More hugs were shared. I noticed Mel went right for the hug with Dave. She seemed to press against him way longer than I thought appropriate. Dave didn’t seem to mind.

Bitch.

I’ve got to admit some switches were thrown for me that evening. The bartender’s interest in me. The interest Dave had received from a much younger woman.

Sex was almost an afterthought for us these days. We both had tons of pressure and responsibility at work. Evenings were an intense workout followed by a light snack for dinner. Then onto reading, a nightcap and bed.

As a matter of fact, as I walked out of the bar to my car, I couldn’t remember the last time Dave and I had been intimate.

While I was still sitting in the parking lot, I texted my husband.

Shari: “When was the last time we had sex?”

Dave: “What?”

Shari: “When was the last time we had sex?”

Dave: “Do I need to drive you home?”

Shari: “Quit avoiding the question. When?”

Dave: “Umm….”

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