Mature Monogamous Sex That Sizzles: Morning Shave and Suck

Then Rob kicked it into overdrive. I wasn’t paying attention until I realized one evening that this new man was not “dad” anymore. This man was engaging, thoughtful, and most of all, he wasn’t needy. My God, that was such a turn-on for me. After raising four kids, and basically being “mama” at work to a bunch of construction-types all day long, the last thing I needed to come home to was another needy man.

Rob had decided along the way that it was time for reinvention. To reach out for some of the things he had put on the shelf while raising a family. He locked in more at work and the higher-ups noticed. He locked in more at the gym and I noticed (as well as other women). He locked in more on his writing and although he played those cards very close to the vest, the little he did share told me that he was building momentum.

In regards to our relationship, Rob made it very clear: He wanted more sex. He wanted more romance. He wanted to be more bonded to me physically, romantically, spiritually.

How do you do that and still be a grandmother?

I was still figuring that out. We started slow. Rob was very patient. Toward the end of last year, it all kind of came to a crescendo with us going at each other like rabbits. It wasn’t one thing that got us there. It was a host of things. It was Rob’s preparation. It was my willingness to adapt. It was circumstances. It was creativity. It was putting our intimacy in a role that mattered. 

As the new year got its legs, now three months in the books on this last day of March, I realized things had trickled back down to just about no sex at all. We had been intimate toward the end of February, then nothing since. There were love pats, there were squeezes, hugs, and neutral kisses, but that was it. 

Rob simply had not been pursuing me as much. I couldn’t remember the last bouquet. The last love letter was months ago. Of course, there was the whirlwind trip down to south Florida after Christmas—couldn’t deny that wasn’t sexy as hell. Still, there was some doubt in my mind. 

This morning I was going to confront him about it. 

If there was someone else in his life, let’s just get that out in the open. That way, when the police found his body, I’d have a motive.

There was still an hour before he was due upstairs. I imagined he was either typing away on his next project or on his recumbent bike.

Time to get ready for work. I showered, washed my hair, shaved everything from the waist down until it was smooth and shiny, then went to work on my makeup. I didn’t hold anything back. Went for sexy as hell.

If Rob admitted he had a lover, I wanted him to be looking at who he was missing.

If he didn’t have a lover, I wanted him to see who he wasn’t romancing.

It would also be a reminder to that project manager shark at work that I still had it, and could still bring my A game when necessary. Bitch.

I heard him on the hardwood stairs, his footsteps light. He had been writing this morning. On mornings he rode his bike or ran, he sounded like a Clydesdale coming up.

I finished my eyeliner. Adjusted the girls in the sexy, but still work-functional, push up bra. I stood to get the whole effect. Yeah, I still had it. More importantly, I knew how to use it.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted me with a smile and a cup of coffee.

I took the cup and returned the smile. “Thank you, sweetie.”

He moved away, stripped off his shirt, and stepped to our bathroom sink to shave.

“Rob, honey, I need to ask you something.”

“Sure.”

“Is there someone else?”

“Excuse me?…”

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