Mature Monogamous Sex That Sizzles: The Sexy Real Estate Agent

He gave me that big white realtor smile as he said that and I fuzzed up a bit on the inside at his double entendre. Where the hell was Rob?

The door to the home was unlocked with a security pad and John deftly typed in the six-digit code. That immediately put a check in the positive column for me. He opened one side of the double doors into an open floor plan. To the left was a dining area, professionally decorated with a very impressive table and chairs and setting beside a bay window looking out on the front yard. Ahead was a kitchen area separated from the living room with a bar and barstools, and to the right, another living area highlighted by a floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace. 

The home was basically the manifestation of the layout of the changes I had requested of Rob for our home for the last five years. Open. Airy. Homey. It took my breath away for a moment.

“Would you like to see the bedrooms?” John wanted to know.

“Sure,” I replied. “This place is amazing!”

“Good! Glad to hear I hit your sweet spot!”

I did a double take at that expression but it didn’t slow me from following John down a 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,” John explained.

He stepped aside and let me go in first. “Just damn,” I uttered at first glance.

John smiled his toothy, gleaming smile. “I’m afraid I need to take this call. Please, take a look at this room and the master bath and I’ll meet you in the great room.”

I began to wander the expanse of this master suite. We had a large master in our house, but our current bedroom would have fit in this one twice. Moving forward to the master bath 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. 

One last surprise. 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…

“What do you think?” John was suddenly in the room, walking toward me.

I shook myself awake from the very sensual daydream. “Wow,” I managed. “Very impressive. This room is my dream room inside my dream house.”

John 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 your husband in this place?” he practically whispered, looking out the windows at the backyard.

I wanted to move away, give us some space, but at that point my heart was beating inside my chest like a jackhammer. I did the one modest thing I could think to do, raising my right hand to place over my cleavage. Modesty was the last thing on my mind. The juices below were pooling something fierce…

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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