FREE ON AMAZON: Mature Monogamous Sex That Sizzles: Dream House Romance

“Bedrooms?” Rob wanted to know.

“Absolutely,” I replied. “This place is drop-dead gorgeous!”

We walked down the hallway beyond the kitchen. We passed a significant mudroom behind the kitchen, and to the right and to the left along the hallways were three oversized bedrooms with nine feet ceilings and impressive crown moulding everywhere.

“Just ahead is the master bedroom,” Rob pointed out.

He stepped aside and let me go in first. “Damn,” I uttered. It was even more impressive the second viewing.

I began to wander the expanse of this master suite. I was entranced by the double shower—enough room for two and then some with shower heads at each end and it looked like multiple water jets on the side—practically a stand-up jacuzzi. 

A garden tub was to the right, also equipped with multiple jets. Beyond that, a water closet that was oversized. 

To the right of the water closet was another open doorway. I wandered through into the largest changing closet I had ever experienced. On both sides were intricate shelving, hanging space, and crannies. 

Then, finally, my favorite part of this house. Another doorway out the closet led to a substantial sitting area. Another floor-to-ceiling fireplace similar to the great room was on the wall to the right. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out on the manicured backyard. Plenty of room back there for our own little hideaway and a private pool. 

Above, atrium lighting let in the sun. Instantly, I could see myself sitting with Rob in this room on cold winter nights, side by side, reading in the evenings, enjoying the stars overhead, listening to the crackle of the fire. A bearskin rug would be in front of the fireplace, and on that rug we would make slow, gentle, passionate love…

“Still like it?” Rob wanted to know.

“Like I told you the first time we saw it, this room is my dream room inside my dream house.”

Rob made his way up close, standing beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist. I could smell his scent again, strong, masculine, sexual.

“Can you see you and me living in this place?” he practically whispered, looking out the windows at the backyard.

I leaned back against him, my heart was beating inside my chest like a jackhammer. 

“Yes,” I replied. That said, I pulled myself away from Rob and moved toward the fireplace. I placed a hand on the mantle to steady myself, let the breathing return to normal.

Rob came up behind me, placing his hand once more on my waist. “You’re an incredibly sexy woman, Sandi,” he whispered into my left ear.

The jackhammer fired up in my chest again. The right hand covered my cleavage. My breathing was short, labored. It was just like last time, except no roll playing. Just us. Two old lovers. I closed my eyes and smiled.

His left hand moved up my side from my waist, caressing my ribs, settling under my breast. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Really? Tell me more.”

His right hand repeated the movements of his left, likewise settling under my breast.

“I know you smell like an intoxicating cocktail of vanilla, cinnamon and sex right now.”

Sweet, barely there kisses began to flutter over my ear, neck and collarbone. 

“I know I’m the luckiest man in the world to have spent thirty-three magnificent years with you.” 

Both hands moved up palming my breasts, rough palms stimulating my nipples. He ground his hard cock into my ass, pressed down on my breasts, pulling them to him through me, and sucked on my neck. I arched my ass back into him, wanting to give him the fuck of his life…

Join Sandi and Robert as they embark on the next phase of life: Life in the empty nest–a time of discovery, of self-revelation and fresh starts.

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