Our Daily Sex

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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.

Nothing says sexy like being covered in shit. And nothing says “Oh Shit” like hearing a loud gurgling noise coming from the bathroom. And nothing says “SHIT” like spending four hours draining the house’s backed up plumbing, cleaning out clogged pipes, and then washing the floors and counter tops where all of the sewer water had flooded. And then I crawl into bed at 3:00 AM.

Don’t get me wrong, I love sex, even at 3 AM, but this time I am exhausted and just want to go to sleep. Duty calls though, and we did commit to this challenge. Thank God my DW is a trooper and as soon as I get showered and into bed, she is working on my penis. Within no time at all, she has gotten me hard and is sucking on me like a porn star. The tiredness begins to fade just a little and this feels great. But the fog of exhaustion is constantly battling with my libido for control over my mind. Twice, I catch myself almost passing out but being kept in the game by my awesome wife.

We transition to straight sex and things are good. She is tight and wet. (I think she is ovulating and that always makes for a slippery va-gi-gi.) The good feeling is there but the exhaustion is winning and my back is hurting from spending so much time bent under the sink. It takes a lot longer than I would hope and eventually I have to throw in the towel.

We snuggle up together and I tickle her back for as long as I can…. But I am sure I was asleep in mere seconds.

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!

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.