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This day was probably the most boring sex day. It wasn’t bad it just wasn’t AWESOME.

I went to a Nurse Practitioner today and I am trying to figure out what’s going on with me physically. I told her that I was having sex with my husband everyday and that we made a commitment for a year. She said nothing, gave no judgments, but listened and smiled. I wanted her to know so we would look out for anything out of the ordinary right now or in the future. I have to keep my body well. And I was trying to figure out why I am not losing the weight that I gained during my pregnancy. She suggested a few vitamins right now, and I will be doing some blood work to figure out if there is anything more.

The NP asked me if I was craving sex physically or just having sex because we committed? I told her 6 out of 7 times it was the commitment, and the other because I was wanting it.  I still didn’t use the word “craving”. She said it will be interesting to see when we get my body back to a normal balance if my sexual desires change. NP says that she has women in their 70’s saying “I knew I had it in me, that I could get IT back”. Meaning the sexual libido back. It’s not that I hate sex, because I don’t, but most of the time I don’t start loving sex until we “get into” it. It’s the before sex that keeps me from having sex. But wouldn’t it be AWESOME if I craved sex and was horny and couldn’t wait to “get a room”? That would be awesome. Especially with 3 kids and 10 years of marriage!

DH and I got into bed and chatted and cuddled. I started getting bugged that he was kissing me all over while I was finishing a  text and that the baby started to cry.”Stop kissing me, get the baby”. The babes usually starts to wake up around the time we go to bed.

After I fed the little one, we started kissing and touching. We started out, side to side, or face to face, then ended up where DH was on top of me while I was in the side position. Every other leg position. Does that make sense? If I was DH I would have a photo or better yet, a 3D photo of our sex position.

DH came. He said it was good. I need a new vibrator. The End.

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.

I am pretty sure that I have never put this much thought into the sexual side of any relationship, ever. And we have never talked this much about this side of our relationship ever before either. It is a lot of fun to sit together talking and writing about it.  I feel like I am learning a lot more about DW’s likes and dislikes. Even after being together for more than 12 years. Much of it I already knew on one level or another but this is really bringing it to a more conscious place.  This is really neat. And believe it or not, I am thinking about sex more often during the day as well.

This day is a great example. I am horny for her every second of the entire day. I can’t keep my hands off of her. Every chance I get, I steal a kiss or cop a feel. 🙂 The day comes to an end, and as has become our routine, we are chilling in the living room working on our blog posts. I have begun writing Day 17’s post and am getting even more horny as I describe the sex. It isn’t long before I have a raging boner.

I am sitting on the floor with my computer on my lap and my penis trying to bore a hole through it. I push my computer forward a little and pull the waistband of my sweats down enough to free willie. It stands up vertically above my keyboard like the Washington Monument. DW sees it out of the corner of her eye and does a double-take. She whips out her cell phone and takes a few pictures.

I have set the mood and we both close our computers mid-post and head for the bedroom. It is a really fun and playful session. She is really wet, we both are really enjoying it and having fun. At one time, we start kissing and I accidentally slip her the tongue a little too early. “Ooops!” I am getting better at catching this but usually too late. “Sorry.” She proceeds to laugh and slide her tongue all over my face to get me back for this heinous faux pas and I am obliged to retaliate with more tonguing as well. This comedy repeats a couple more times throughout the night as we make love.

Good fun sex.

There are days that I get bugged at my husband, and yesterday was one of them. If I get mad at him I will not want to look at my the DH and for sure  not want to have sex with him. I decide not to get mad. I change my attitude. I don’t want to have sex with someone I can’t stand to look at. Yuck! I choose to let go so I can enjoy sex tonight. This is huge for me.

We were finishing up posts last night when DH says something to get me to look at his computer. He has a big rock hard penis standing straight up staring at me. I start to laugh and say “Wow! That is huge! I haven’t seen that in a while before sex.”  He asks if I want to post a picture of it. I say, “No, but I will take some photos of it.” I took a bunch of photos of it with Instagram. Just kidding! Just on my phone. Note to self…transfer these photos to the computer “special” file, soon, so I don’t accidentally show the mom at school my new baby photos, but instead gets a photo shot of a penis staring at her. We close up our computers and head into the bedroom.

We snuggle face to face and hug and squeeze and caress each other. DH starts to kiss me and starts with a lick of the tongue then quickly changes using his lips first. He says sorry about the tongue action when I react fast with a bunch of licks to his lips and we both belt out with laughter. This makes the licking funny and the laughter puts us right in the mood to have sex. I love having fun with him, life is so much more enjoyable!

DH has an instant boner that is raging. He had been horny all day, and let me know this throughout the day. We continue laying on our sides kissing, making-out, and caressing each other everywhere. I am super wet, as I am ovulating which helps with my lubrication and my horniness. We can’t wait to put his penis inside me. I have my left leg pretty much in the top scissor position to get his penis almost all the way in. It’s difficult to get the penis all the way inside of me with this side scissor position. We are loving it, and I am dripping all over him and me. I am caressing his balls and the base of his penis and a brush or two of his perineum if I can reach that far. I hate it when I can’t reach those areas, as I know he really likes me to touch them, but some positions do not allow me to easily get to them. I did caress his “luscious zone” as DH likes to call it. The Luscious Zone is the area of the front hip that is apparently called the “groin” area. The top of the hip area down to the top of the inner thigh. That soft spot of skin that is smooth and makes a diagonal line heading towards the love scepter, or penis. As soon as I touch the groin area, DH reaches orgasm.

We start to kiss after and he did the tiny tip of tongue lick thing he does, so I slobber all over his lips with wet tongue and kisses and we break out in laughter all over again, saying how much we love each other and how fun that was.

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.

Holy crap! Did you know you can get vibrators through Walgreens?! Masturbation devices for men and women and pleasure pieces to share together? Wow, it’s a whole new world. I just looked up Walmart.com. You can get a Vibrating Mini Personal Massager with 1 accompanying condom for $13.23. We just paid $120.oo for our Lelo that I was hoping would send me through the roof!  Damnit.

We were working on a few of our blog entries from this week to catch up when 12:30 am rolls around and baby wakes up. I’m breast feeding thinking, hmmm, maybe DH should just come from behind, then we could go to bed. Aaah! No! Just kidding! I did that once with our first when it was a desperate morning moment. I should’ve said no, but I didn’t, and it’s all good, nobody got hurt. I have heard later that some women like it, so to each her own.

Tonight’s sex was fun! DH started kissing my back, and basically attacked my entire body with kisses and tickles. I don’t think he’s done that since we were dating, and not quite like that either. It was fun and new. It’s something I might get bugged about because I would be crying with tickle tantrum, but I really liked it. It turned out that he spent most of it on my back side, all over my back, and the back of my neck, which I love and basically went crazy.  It felt good but also so very ticklish that I could hardly handle it. I could not stop laughing and giggling, and I thought any minute that the baby would wake up. Tonight we didn’t have the white noise on, a first, which was awesome!!!

DH started going for the vagigi area (I just can’t say pussy! even though I may say that during our sex or love making sessions). He was caressing labia and inner thighs but then he goes too quickly to the clitoris or vagina opening and it doesn’t feel good anymore, actually hurts a little. That doesn’t usually happen, but it can and does sometimes. I’m bummed it turns to that, but I think to myself, talk to him later about it. I end up going for his penis and putting it inside of me. I should’ve spent more time on me. I think maybe I could’ve cum with the touching and caressing, but it wasn’t feeling good so I changed it to the dick enter vagina phase. This phase does feel good and at one point think that he’s hitting my g-spot and maybe if we kept it there for a while I would have had a vagina orgasm, but we change it up.

We start kissing and he goes for the lick first. I hate that. I tell him so. “Don’t lick me, I hate that.” Eeeks. I didn’t mean to say it during the sex. The past week since we’ve been DOing it so much, I have wanted to talk to him about him using his tongue before his lips outside the love making. Especially since last weekend when feelings were hurt. I have told him this in the past that I don’t like it when he does this. He doesn’t do it all the time. When he did it the first time when we were dating I thought this was probably a one time thing. I tried to tell him throughout the years with little nudges here and there, and I am pretty sure I talked to him about it. It is not all the time and not every time we kiss or make love. But once in a while he starts kissing me tongue first, then lips, and it bugs me. I don’t know why I don’t like it. He must’ve learned it from someone. Or he just loves doing it and it turns him on. But I thought I was clear that I don’t like it. But how do you ask your partner to stop doing something they might really love and that turns them on? I try to not make it a big deal and forget about it and focus on the other things that turn me on, but it always throws me for a loop

We move on. And the love making session is great. He ends it with the jerky thing again. We laugh. I ask him what the jerky thing is about. He explains it’s not that he is trying to do it faster, but his body just starts doing it. It’s the second time. DH said it was a good orgasm, I trust that it was, but curious what this new movement is.

I decide to go to bed again, with no orgasm. My choice, my loss.

If every other day has been a busy day, today was a Holy Fuck Non-Stop Busy day.

DW is in a book club where once a year, each member gets a chance to host, providing dinner and a venue for conversation. Each member takes tremendous personal pride in how their event goes and it is a really big deal. I get a huge kick out of seeing DW have an incredible book club night when it is her turn. And this is that night. So, we spent the entire day together, on our feet, finalizing the preparations, cleaning the house, and cooking the feast. (And cleaning up afterwards.) As always, book club night was a fantastic success and everyone was raving over her dinner.

By the time the last guest headed home at One-Something in the morning we were exhausted. I had actually almost gone to sleep an hour or so previously with the rationale that DW would hopefully wake me up by sucking on my penis while I slept, or some other male fantasy like that. But there was a pile of laundry on the bed that needed to be folded and there were still dishes from their dinner in the sink to put in the washer. And I’m a nice guy……

We tidy up a little and get into bed. I joke that maybe we could just put it in for a “minute” and call it good. We snuggle up together though and lay facing each other on our side, kissing and fondling. It feels yummy and good and we start to have sex in this sideways position. My back begins to hurt a little so I move up to straddle her lower leg with her leg laying across my lap. It is feeling REALLY good and the combination of her leg laying over and tight wet pussy are hitting all the right spots on my dick. Kind of like this but with the leg down, not up…

After I cum she is feeling like it too and we get Lelo out of the bag. It takes forever and a little longer. I am doing all I can think of to help by caressing and fondling but nothing seems to be working. After quite a while, she turns it off with a whispered “dammit!” Lelo has failed us. It is time to go shopping for a more effective vibe. Dang.

Of all the nights thus far with the new baby, Monday night was the worst. Baby is teething and has gotten a cold from his brother and has snot running down his nose now. Baby boy was up every 45 min. throughout the night. I didn’t think it could get any worse. I am feeling things crashing around me. I am tired, exhausted and I am feeling a constant reminder of the commitment I made to myself and my husband, but mostly myself.

I was the host for my bookclub last night. We were organizing, cleaning, and making food all day in preparation for the evening. And all the while trying to juggle two sick kids and going to sport activities with the two oldest. Oh yeah, and some work for my DH.  Somehow I pushed through the day with several hours of sleep. I was too tired to go walking in the morning but not too bummed about it, and it happened to be raining. Excuses, excuses.

After a great bookclub, and the last of the ladies left by 12:30am or so, I knew what DH and I still had to do. Luckily I have the greatest husband in the world, and most people know this, but DH cleaned all the dishes and kitchen up while us ladies were chatting. So that was out of the way. But sex wasn’t. It’s sad that I have to get Sex out of the way. But it’s feeling like that these past few days. This is going to be a great test of endurance of body and mind.

We came to bed with baby asleep and white noise. We wrap our naked selves around each other and lay exhausted. I think to myself just before and during this snuggle at what a great thing to have promised to have sex everyday. Even if the sex doesn’t turn out right or we don’t finish, or we fall asleep in snuggle position, at least we made a conscious decision to think about each other in this way each day or night. To come, and not necessarily cum, together and be ONE. To turn to one another in bed and say, HI. To acknowledge the existence and give thoughts of intimacy towards one another, even if for a few minutes.

We snuggle and it is nice and comfortable and I want to fall asleep, but lying there naked we always start to touch each other or rub each other. And so we do. We are also able to KISS, which I love, it always helps with getting in the mood, which leads to rubbing or tickling etc, etc. We stay in the side position which is a favorite of mine, and I could stay like that, but we have to move on. We go to some sort of side position which is fun, and he ends up cumming with me thrusting a certain way.

I’m in the mood to have an orgasm, since I didn’t the last two nights. It’s so late and I’m so tired that I go for the vibrator. I don’t know why I think the vibrator is faster, because the LELO is NOT! So frustrating! I end up throwing the lelo down and getting up to take a shower. UGh. I reach the total climax of an orgasm ready to spill over about 15 times and then nothing, nada, no feeling, it’s gone, the feeling is gone. So I start over again, get vibe into a good position, relax, get in the mood, get into my body, get into my vagina, the process! One or two times I start to fantasize for a second or two, but that doesn’t work, get back to the feelings and how my clitoris is feeling. Okay, maybe just 10 ‘almost orgasms’, but it seemed like 100. I was done. Cuss the Lelo! I need a new vibrator! 1-800-walmart.

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.

Wow! It’s been 7 days, a whole week of having sex everyday! I don’t think we’ve done that since we were dating. I mean, maybe close to that was after we got married or maybe during my second child’s pregnancy. If it wasn’t for this commitment, it would’ve been one time this week, not 7. Especially today!

I didn’t get out to exercise this morning, and that always starts the day out wrong. Baby hadn’t pooped in 3 days and was fussy, and I felt I needed to stay and feed him and get him back to sleep instead of go to exercise class I committed to with a friend.

This put me in a funk all day, and I was super tired. Baby slept from 10-2 which he never does, and I should have joined him. I’ve been trying to finish my bookclub book, and since I can only last a page or two before I fall asleep, I was determined to finish before next week. I felt yucky and tired and depressed and I thought, of all days, this day would not consist of sex.

DH was caressing me in the kitchen when we were getting dinner ready, and I said, “Stop”, and he said “we’re not having sex tonight, huh?” I start laughing and said, “What?! Of course we are, you keep saying that! You think I’m gonna quit, and I’m not! Maybe you’re the one that wants to quit, but you want me to so you don’t have to.” 🙂

We put all three kids to bed and baby in the hallway for the first run of sleep. It was 10pm and I was in bed trying to read, and DH comes into bed after putting baby to bed and lays down with all his clothes on exhausted and done for the day. He’s had back problems all day. He said he just got a rush of electricity go throughout his whole body. I asked him if he was dreaming, and he said he was awake. I said he might have a pinched nerve somewhere. I then say he’ll have to stay there so that I can get on top of him and not to move. He somehow is able to rip off his clothes.

I help DH with his clothes and throw them on the ground. I start with grabbing his penis and giving him a blow job. We haven’t done that in a while, maybe a month. It’s fun. I love giving bj’s, but he takes so long to have an orgasm with it, and sometimes it doesn’t happen. We usually have to finish off inside of me so I tend not to go down on him as much as I’d like, and I’m sure he’d like. It’s too bad. I should just go down for a little while at least. He loves it. But I think I must like to have an ending to the beginning, and a prize at the end of my effort, a pat on the back of sorts. Or sperm on his stomach. One or the other.

Anyway, DH is loving the BJ, and I am loving giving it. I am caressing all around him, his genital area, his inner thighs, legs, top of feet, up to his stomach and chest, then to his sides of his torso. Suddenly he goes crazy! Then I start to kiss his left side of his torso, and he goes nuts, moaning out of control and kind of spasming, and saying the F word at least a hundred times. I guess I hit a hot spot. I then so from kissing to licking, and it’s beyond out of control. I am laughing and loving it, and he is shaking and loving it and laughing but seriously out of control loving it. I go to his other side, he goes crazy, then down his sides to his front hip areas, left and right sides and lick, kiss and suck. He is in another dimension! I tickle his whole body and face and kiss it and he is in heaven, and beyond! I think I will try this again sometime. 🙂

He is so hard and sticking straight up and I can’t resist going on top of him and have him inside me. We have sex for a while with me on top. It’s fun and I love being on top.

He isn’t cumming, so I get off and lay there, and I’m thinking I’m done. I’m starting to dry up, ya, that bums me out just saying it. I start to get sad that he has a harder time reaching orgasm with me on top, just like with a blow job. I’m bummed because it was so awesome a second or two ago, but suddenly, wa wa wa. He asked if I wanted a buzz, I say, no. I’m kind of depleted. He says let’s just snuggle, but I said No, I want to finish. Which is true, I don’t want it to end like this.

I tell the DH he needs to get on top, even though his back hurts. We go at it, but then I realize I need some lube. After I get that, it’s good and smooth and starts to feel good again. The baby starts to cry. But we get into it, and I caress him down by his penis and he loves that, and he starts to cum and it looks like a really good orgasm. And he said it was. And I was happy that we had a happy ending 🙂 I was thinking of having one myself, but the baby was screaming at this point. As he is right now as I am writing!!! Goodnight!