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One month of our challenge has passed us by in the blink of an eye and we have 335 days of sex left to look forward to! The other day when surfing the web, DW ran across a TV series on showtime called “Seven Days of Sex.” The show chronicles the experiences of several different couples as they undertake a challenge to have sex daily for one week. OK, so we just did that four times in a row. It is kind of funny to think about how a little over a month ago, I would have been in the same mindset as some of the participants, thinking that seven straight days of sex is a pretty big accomplishment.

While I don’t want to minimize what they accomplished, anyone who can manage seven days really ought to try 30. Each of the participants whose account I read talked about how the seven days really opened them up to their partner. How they felt so much more intimate and how they were more attuned to their partner’s needs. For me, it feels like that times a hundred.

We chat more, we talk about things that we normally would have kept to ourselves, we argue a lot less, and we are both less quick to get irritated. When we do get irritated about something the other does, instead of stewing on it for hours or days, we are letting it go and getting back on-board the “us” train within minutes.

Of course, it hasn’t all been roses for the entire month. And having sex every day is definitely not as easy as you would think. There were many days where going into it, one or both of us really didn’t want to have sex and a couple of days when we hit a low that thinking about sex seemed like a chore on the to-do list. But we stayed committed to this and (except for one single day where all we got done was a back tickle and couple times when Mr. Johnson would not cooperate) we were pleasantly surprised. On the difficult days, once we get over the mental block of “I am too tired to have sex” and actually start doing it, it its generally quite enjoyable.

Well, this day is not a difficult day. We are on a high from yesterday an although we don’t get it going in the afternoon, at least it isn’t 2am. We got the kids in bed at a decent hour and before you know it, we are ready to go as well. We tickle and caress each other for a while and then make love side by side. After a little bit, we switch to missionary and then to our modified side stradle. Although DW opts not to use Lelo go try for her orgasm, it is a good session.

DW told me yesterday that I never post anything here about “us”, only about the sex. Is that true? I know I don’t go into the same amount of detail and analysis of the day that she does, but I thought that I had been posting things besides the sex as well. No? I was beginning to feel guilty somehow, like I wasn’t doing enough reflection on things or was being too superficial and just focusing on the sex act.

Well, so I just went back and looked at the posts we have written up until now. There is a difference between what I write and what she writes. I am about 80% sex talk and 20% everything else. She seems to be about 60/40. Everything else is made up of miscellaneous things about the day, other things that are going on, comments about the kids, and also “us” analysis and commentary. But while the word count of non-sex talk is different between us it seems like the number of posts containing “us” talk is fairly similar.

So, this lead me to wonder if the length and sexual explicitness of my posts are detracting from the sincerity of the other things I post. Are they a distraction from what this blog is ultimately about: Our relationship with each other and our personal feelings and experience as we undertake this journey of sexual exploration.

Sex this evening was good and fun. We got into bed and I started on the foreplay just as the baby began to wake up. That seems to be one of the most common interruptions we have to deal with. Can’t wait until he starts sleeping through the night. But we got him fed and back into bed soon enough. We start out face-to-face on our sides, which seems to be our regular starting position this week. It feels good for both of us and she likes this position a lot. But it is hard for me to cum so we switch to me on top and DW laying on her side with a leg up. That does the trick…

Lazy morning with the kids, Sunday BBQ at my parent’s house, come home and get the kids in bed and then to our nightly routine of hanging  in the living room and writing out blog posts. I am several days behind and trying to catch up. I write the posts for days 20 and 21. It is frustrating trying to remember all the details of what we had done and how things happened. (I still have to finish up days 22, 23, & 24.) Even right now as I write about “last night”, all the days seem to blur together as I try to pull together the details. DW is having trouble too. She isn’t as far behind as I am but can’t seem to get started writing. As the hours pass by, it is suddenly 1:00 AM and we decide to head to bed.

We hop into bed and I snuggle up behind her. Tired as always but looking forward to seeing what the last few minutes of the day might bring. I joke that technically, it is already tomorrow so we could just go to sleep and finish it in the morning. But I am not serious and DW feels so nice and warm as I am spooning with her. I begin caressing her body and running my hands over her delicious curves. I feel her inner thigh, hips, and groin with my fingertips as our bodies rub together and both of us are getting more turned on. She turns towards me and grabs my erect penis as we kiss.

We are laying on our sides, facing each other, as I begin to enter her. She puts her left leg up over my shoulder and I grab her ass as we make love. She is in an extreme splits position and is squeezing me tighter than I can ever remember.  Literally so tight that I thought she had her hand squeezing me with all her strength. The sensation was incredible and I felt as if I was going to cum at any second.

I must have been thrusting a little too hard though because my left buttock cramped up. We changed position slightly so that I was straddling her lower leg and moments later, being rocked by passion of the moment, I was nearly ready again. But this time, my back!! Good grief!! I shift to the other side a little more. My right leg is kneeling on the bed frame and my left is balancing me as I try to ease in and out. “Focus on the pleasure, ignore the pain…  Focus on the pleasure, ignore the pain…” It seems to be working. I am so ready to explode and my orgasm is starting to build. But then some hellspawn demon stabs a knife into the right side of my groin as I thrust. I am not sure if it is a pulled tendon/ligament/muscle or if I have just ripped open my old hernia repair, but it hurts. Dammit! This is not fair! I was so raging horny and so ready to cum, and it was ripped away.

Frustrated beyond belief, we are forced to call it a night. And right on cue, the baby wakes up.

Three Weeks of Sex! Who’d a thunk it? We were talking earlier today about how even when we were first together, we probably didn’t have sex every day for three weeks straight. Two weeks straight, maybe. I didn’t quite know what to expect when we started this experiment and to be honest, I wasn’t certain that we would make it this far without missing a day. But here we are!

I was putting #3 to bed around 8:30, sitting in the rocking chair to calm him and I fell asleep before he did. DW wakes me when she takes him from my arms to the crib. Even though I feel a twinge of guilt for going to bed early, I take her suggestion and hit the hay. I am counting on her waking me up when she comes to bed and pleased when she does.

It is around midnight and #3 has awoken for a feeding and been put back in his crib. I am a little surprised when DW asks me to get Lelo out of the drawer. I thought she had given up on it. But tonight is to be a great night because Lelo gives her not one, not two, but three neck-snapping orgasms! Horray! The way Lelo works, DW has to be in just the right mood and I guess today was the day. I had been feeling bad that she hadn’t cum for several days. I always get a silly grin on my face because I love to be there when she orgasms. It really turns me on.

After her second “O”, I go inside her and she is still using Lelo to try for a the third. I can feel the vibe through her body and every once in a while it pushes against the top of my penis, sending the vibrations all the way down my shaft to the tip. If she wasn’t trying to cum again, I might ask her to keep pushing it on me to see how it changes my orgasm. But after a little bit she cums again and a moment later, so do I.

We are both totally stoked!

OK, I am in trouble. And I am slothful. While DW has been faithfully taking notes and doing her blog posts, I have been falling behind. It is really day 22 right now and here I am trying to get caught up way back on 18. I can’t believe how easy and how fast I fell behind.

I don’t think that we have mentioned this yet, but when we started out on this journey, we agreed that neither of us would read the other person’s drafts or final posts until both of us have finished our posts for the day in question. This lets us tell the story from our own viewpoints without being influenced by what the other person is thinking or feeling about it. Overall it has been really fun to see how & where our perspective and experiences have been similar or different.

This also means two things as relates to falling behind:

1. I am dying to see what DW has written about the past few days.
2. Being a man, my memory of the past 5 days is a little hazy. So it might be hard for me to remember exactly what we did on each day and I am not allowed to read her posts to refresh my memory.
3. This makes me sad. I can’t fall behind again. (Okay, that is three things.)

But I am allowed to ask her to refresh my memory a little. So, I did. DW gave me a few little details… let me see if I can fill in the blanks.

She is dead tired today. Most likely #3 had kept us up last night and sleep was a little lacking. Several times DW says that she doesn’t want to have sex tonight. She says it so much that I begin to wonder if I am going to have force myself on her or do something drastic.

It was a very pleasant surprise then when we get in bed and she immediately snuggles up alongside me and lays her head on my shoulder. She puts her leg across my torso and her arm across my chest. Loving this! This is one of my favorite positions to snuggle and fall asleep in. I am tickling her back and running my hands through her hair with one hand and caressing her leg with the other. She is running her fingers across my chest and torso and snuggled up close. It feels so cozy, close and comfortable, and I never want it to end. (Did you know that men who reported frequent cuddling are three times as happy on average as those who do not?)

Before long, we are both quite aroused and our caressing naturally moves down to each other’s (and our own) erogenous zones.  For a long time, we are just feeling, caressing, and loving the sensations. DW begins to masturbate and it is turning me on big time. I am masturbating as well and sometimes caressing her thighs, tummy, breasts, neck, head, and around her vagina. She comes close to orgasm a few times and I could probably cum as well. I put my penis inside of her and slowly move in and out as she is playing with her clitoris. It is delicious.

Thump-thump-thump-a-thump-thump-thump-a-thump-…… The damn washing machine is out of balance and banging against the wall upstairs. Bad timing! DW continues to masturbate while I grab my robe and hurry out to move the wet towels before it wakes up everyone in the house. As I run up the stairs and into the laundry room, my bathrobe falls open. My erection is mostly down but my penis is still hugely engorged. It is hanging out and still very wet from sex. I catch myself thinking how good it looks like this. I hope I don’t sound vain to say that I like my dick.

Back downstairs DW hasn’t cum yet. 🙁 She tells me that she needed to have me there touching her, that it helps when I do that. Sometimes I touch her in just the right way that sends her to another level. I know this already but it makes me feel good to know I am needed, even though I am bummed for her that she wasn’t able to finish.

We get back into caressing kissing, and sex. We start out with me on top, but soon I am in a low kneeling position, holding her hips between my knees. It feels really good and my orgasm starts to build. For some reason, she lifts up my knees an inch and it changes the direction of my thrust a little. This change hits the magic button and my orgasm explodes in a crazy rush!

We are in bed and kissing. DW asks me if I had looked at any porn today. (How does she know this??)

“Just, a little,” I say.
“What did you look at?”
“Um, just some random tits and stuff.”
“Like what?”
“The last pic I looked at was kind of a goth chick with perky tits and long legs. She was standing outside, only wearing black leather boots and had some tattoos.”
“Kind of like that girl from the movie?”
“The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo? Lisbeth? No, not really. This one was better looking. The girl in the book was way hotter than the one in the movie too.”
“Like the girl from the glasses shop?”
“Yeah, kind of like her.”
“You’d want to do her.”
“Yeah, she’s kind of hot.”
“I think it would turn me on to watch you have sex with her.”
“Really? That might turn me on too. But I think I’d rather do it with you and her together.”
“Then you could have both of us nibble on you while we are having sex…”
“And she could lick your pussy while you suck on my dick…”

(Or something along these lines…)

And it continues. We are making out, fucking, and talking dirtier and dirtier. The conversation gets more explicit as DW describes the fantasy and I add to it. I am totally turned on.

DW does most of the talking. I always have a hard time coming up with sexy things to say during sex. I don’t know why, but she is better at it. I don’t always know if she is “really” into the fantasy or just playing it up for me, but it still turns me on.If I spent too much trying to know if she is into the fantasy or not, it would be too much of a distraction. Especially if I “found out” that she wasn’t. For whatever reason, it really matters to me a lot that she is enjoying whatever we are doing during sex. I have a hard time cumming or enjoying it if she is not. But hey, right now we are dealing with an imagined fantasy, so I suck down my chivalrous good intention and try to be a little self focused for a change.

I visualize DW making out with the eyeglass store salesgirl while I am fucking her. In my imagined fantasy, “her” is actually both DW and our goth salesgirl. There is something about a fantasy that lets you ignore the laws of physics and linear time-space and have your dick in two vaginas at the same time. I cum a good cum.

Sunday was a great day. Hung out with the boys and watched Power Rangers in the morning. Made a mid morning brunch of super yummy Æbleskivers. Tidied up the garage and made a skateboard ramp for #1. Then, we took a Sunday drive into the hills to see the leaves changing color and had dinner at an old pizza joint on the other side of the mountain.

After this busy day ended, we got the kids shuffled off to bed and put #3 in his cradle swing out in the hallway so we could have a little privacy. We both finished up our day 10 posts and chatted for a little about the past couple of days.

I think we were both horny and curious to see how things would turn out with sex tonight. I was pretty positive and felt like I was pretty much over the mis-steps of the previous two days.

My cold-sore is now 100% healed up so there is no reason not to get right into some lip-mashing goodness.  We kiss and make out for a while, she tells me that it IS ok to touch her left breast and tummy and we joke about it a little. I am getting rock hard and totally turned on. So is she. She grabs my dick and plays with it, using it to rub her vagina and clit. This is totally turning me on even more. She puts me inside of her and we are fucking while kissing. I am totally into this and loving it. Did I mention I am turned on?

Then the baby wakes up and starts crying.

Try to block it out….. Nope….. Can I cum before he starts to scream? Nope…. Oh, tha pressha.

I decide that the best thing to do is get him taken care of and then we come back and work on cumming. Fast forward 30 minutes. Baby back in bed, me back in my lady. Things are feeling good again. We have some good sex and I have an explosive orgasm. It is late in the evening and she decides not use the vibe. We clean up and get back in bed. Back tickles and some good rest. Broken the losing streak. Kicked out the head demons and replacement referees. The world can begin to rotate again.

Hi, My name is DW, and I am a sex-aholic. I can’t stop this insanity of sex everyday. I want to, but I just can’t. There is a need in me to do this, and I don’t know why.

I am so inexplicably tired and overly tired and super tired. But I don’t want to stop having sex. DO IT, DO IT, DO IT.

Today was a beautiful day of ebel skiebers, or however you spell these delectable Danish pancake treats, and a fall canyon drive. The get-a-way to the mountains was much needed. We can stay in our little basement apartment and hibernate more than any human should sometimes. It was a sunny morning which I took advantage of and I took a walk alone with music blasting from Pandora. We had a few sick kids and stress from the week but chose to get a way, if just for a moment. It ended up being a little over cast and rained a bit on our drive which was glorious!

After the kids went to bed we wrote our posts and I am anxious to see how this night will roll. I am confident that it will end well, as there is good feelings had by all throughout the day. Plus, we need it to be good.

The sex is good, we are having fun, I am turned on and very wet. I can tell he is avoiding my breast area and say that it is okay to touch the left breast(as I only breast feed with the right breast now, I know, it is what it is) and also that he can touch my stomach. It was just a bad moment the other night which I didn’t like DH touching at the time. He touch’s me, and I like it, a lot. The baby starts crying, crap, just keep going! And finish! But no, I can tell some stress from the male partner, and he stops. I am bummed and think, “Oh no, another bad night”. We get baby fed and back in bed and start up again. It’s slow going but we get back in the groove. We are back on track! He orgasms, it’s a great finish, smiles on both our faces, we are good again. Aaaah. I leave it at that, and go to bed without trying to have an O. It’s okay, I had fun, I love my husband.

The evening started off simple enough. We are kicking back on the bed, finishing up our posts from the night before. We had the lights off because #3 was asleep in his crib across the room. Writing my post about day 7 was starting to give me a boner so I took off my clothes and played with myself as I typed. When I finished my post, I closed the laptop and we read our recent posts together on my cell phone in the darkened room.

I caressed her legs and labia and she started up Lelo. When my cock got hard, she asked if I wanted to go inside of her. I’m not going to turn down that invitation! As she massages her clit, I insert the tip of my penis into her warm vagina. I love the way it feels when I first enter her. The way she wraps around my dick so perfectly.  Yum!

For a while, we do this. She has Lelo massaging her pussy and I am slowly moving in and out of her. I play with my balls and run my fingers around her labia, across her thighs and up her torso to her breasts and perfect neck. We are pretty quiet, except for moans of pleasure here and there. Just the darkness and our bodies, and the feel-good nature of slow gentle sex. Then her moans get more intense and she cums. Her legs squeeze around my ass and her pussy pulses tightly on my dick with the contractions of her orgasm.

After she cums, I slide in deeper, feeling her clitoral mound pushing against me. The smooth and silky sensations are cascading like waves where we grind together. My penis is wrapped up in a blanket of lush softness. She feels totally relaxed and the little bumps inside her vagina tease my sensitive penis like nothing else. I am loving every second of this closeness and don’t want this to stop. I am falling into her whole body when my orgasm explodes. One of those intense, slow-motion explosions. The kind that carries you away into a dream that goes on forever.

But what I am really trying to say is: “Damn, that was good!”

HOLY SHIVERS! Things turned out a little better than I expected today.

The day was going like absolute crap. I was in a total funk. My back was killing me, I couldn’t concentrate on work, I was massively stressed out about our finances, the kids were really getting on my nerves, and I had an incredible searing, knife-stabbing pain in my abdomen.  Not a happy camper.

After I got the kids in bed I flopped down on our bed exhausted. My back was on fire and a jolt of electricity shot through me like I had stuck my face in a light socket. All I wanted to do was to curl up in the fetal position under the covers and fall asleep.

But my magical lady has a way of making me feel alright. She tells me to just lay there and relax as she’ll just have to get on top of me. The look in her eyes  and smile on her face makes me forget the pain for a moment and I take off my clothes as she comes over and grabs my dick and starts to suck on it.

I love it when she does this! After a minute and when I am raging hard she stops and I think she is going to transition to sex but she starts to kiss and nibble on my side and hips. GOOD FUCK, what is happening??? We always knew I had a sensitive spot on each side of my body where the hip meets the groin. But this was something else I have NEVER experienced! She spent the next, what seemed like an hour, running up and down both sides of my body kissing, licking, and nibbling while I turned into a quivering pile of ecstatic pleasure. It felt like I was having an orgasm without cumming and I wonder if, had she gone on, I could have came. Eventually it was too much and I begged to be inside of her. If only there was some way that she could have been fucking me while licking and nibbling my sensitive body at the same time. I probably would have been such a mind blowing  sensation that my heart would have exploded. Seriously, it felt that good.

She mounted my cock and began to gyrate her hips and ride me like an animal. I was so turned on it was incredible and we fucked for several minutes. A couple of times, I got close to cumming but my back was still in pain and although I tried to be gentle on myself, I couldn’t help but thrust and grind as well. After a little longer, the pain was getting to be too much and we recognized that I probably wasn’t going to be able to cum in this position.

We switched and I got on top. The change gave my back a little relief for a moment and for some reason, I cum a little easier like this. Her pussy was tight and she squeezed a little extra tighter too. I pulled and thrust such that just the first few inches of my rock-hard dick were entering her. As the tip of my penis pushed into her warm pussy again and again, the sensations left over from her earlier nibbling and caresses ROCKED my body into an orgasm that went on and on and on!

My GOD, I can’t wait to do that again. Whoever said the Seventh Day was for resting is dead wrong! 😉