Mature Monogamous Sex That Sizzles: Robert Solo

Coming out of a deep, disturbed slumber, I gasped aloud. I could feel my heart racing. Taking in a half dozen labored breaths, I tried to gain my bearings. In bed. Slapping out to the left, realizing in bed alone. Rob was already up.

What just happened?

One part of me wanted to grab the pillows from Rob’s side, tuck them against my back, and try to get back to sleep. Glancing at the clock, told me it was 4:30 am. On a Saturday. Really needed to get some rest. Kids were coming over this afternoon and there was the house to clean and errands to run before that.

What just happened?

Taking stock of what there was to work with for the day, a quick physical inspection was made. Bad achilles heel didn’t feel too swollen; hips were sore but that was always the case these days and would loosen up once I was in full motion; what was this?

My right hand was nestled into my crotch. Two fingers buried into my puss. Wet. Incredibly wet. Soaked.

What just happened?

There had been a dream–a nightmare? No, a dream. A lover. Not Rob. In fact, more than one lover at the same time. Others. Shadowed. Faceless. Between my legs with his face until I orgasmed repeatedly. Another with his cock in my mouth at the same time. Finally mounting me. Slowly thrusting. Another orgasm….

I trembled. 

This never happened before. At least, not that I remembered.

The good wife in me got out of bed. Went to the bathroom. Peed. Brushed my teeth. Stripped off my nightie. Found Rob’s toothbrush. Went in search of my husband.

He was in his study down the hall, standing at his desk, tapping away at his computer. More writing.

“Ahem,” I cleared my throat to get his attention.

He turned to find me in the doorway, fully naked, an arm leaning on the jamb.

“Wow,” he exclaimed.

I took two steps toward him, extending the toothbrush. “Make good use of this. See you back in bed in five.”

He grasped my hand and we walked back to the bedroom, parting ways as we entered, he to the left to the bathroom, me to the right to bed. Reclining back, I tucked a pillow under my ass and waited for my lover.

Walking toward the bed, I saw him move in the shadows. Could sense his nakedness. A single candle was lit on the desk next to the dresser. He positioned himself completely over me, straddling me, his nose buried gently into my neck. A peck. Two pecks. A gentle lick.

“What do you want?”

“I want you.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Make love to me.”

“In what way?”

“In every way.”

We kissed. Softly. Slowly. Lingering. We don’t kiss in the morning. Sex is usually quick, needy, animalistic in the morning when it very occasionally happens. Not loving. We kissed some more. Tongue. Lots of tongue. He moaned. I moaned in return. Desire calling out to desire. Rob slipped into me condomless. A stroke. Almost all the way in. Another stroke. Fully seated. He didn’t move. Holding still. All the way inside of me. Arms wrapped around me. My legs wrapped around him. Heels dug into his ass. Pressing down.

The candle flickered and went out.

Dark.

“Let me turn on the light. I want to see you.”

“Not this time. Make love to me in the dark. Please.”

Now faceless, now shaded, now nocturnal, my lover let go and began kissing his way down to what he calls my valley. Hands were everywhere–caressing my breasts, ribs, stomach, thighs, calves. His tongue danced along the way, gently licking, his lips and teeth nibbling, until they had reached their destination…

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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