Our Daily Sex

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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!

Last night was fun.

I begged myself and DH if we could skip having sex last night. Please!!! I don’t want to have sex tonight! I am so tired! I just want to snuggle and go to bed! I just want a back tickle! I just want to go to bed!!

We got into bed, naked as we always do. And instead of turning away from DH and looking at my phone or reading a book, I turn to DH and snuggle. I put my left leg over his crotch area, lay my head in the nook of his neck, and stretch my arm out across his barrel chest. We used to snuggle in this position all throughout dating and our first year of marriage. As soon as we moved to our first house we bought, we stopped snuggling face to face each night.

I remember specifically when we moved to our new house that we had stopped snuggling on each other, and stopped having our dog sleep in our bed. Two tragedies. With the move and being newly pregnant and hormonal, it must have changed the flow of things.

After having kids, the front snuggle rarely happens. We spoon all the time, but usually me in front with DH as close as possible or DH giving me a tickle. I know, I am spoiled. I have noticed since starting this new adventure of ours, the sex everyday for a year thing, that I have turned towards my husband almost every night and engaged in some way. How nice! A miracle? Or just a conscious decision to change things. Maybe a bit of both. That’s just plain sad that we let that happen. It just evolves some how and you don’t even realize how far you’ve gone. Next thing you know, we would’ve been having sex a few times a year, then a few times every 5 years. Ew!

Since we were facing each other, we were caressing and tickling each other every where. Mmmm. I’m surprised how much I like it, since I am so freaking tired. I am rubbing DH’s body everywhere and we are slow about it. I could go on with this forever. I am thinking that I hope we never stop. He is touching me down in my vagina area and I am going crazy! I love it when he takes a while because I can’t wait for him to start rubbing my clitoris. I am going crazy, again! I start to go down with my hands since I am so horny and I can’t wait. I am rubbing myself and then he starts rubbing himself. We are horny. I am feeling the feeling of “gawd! yes! i am going to cum!” Then the clothes washer starts to get off balance and we can hear the rattle and roll. DH has to leave and adjust the washer or it will break and maybe wake up my parents upstairs. Ugh.

DH leaves to fix the clothes washer and I continue to nurture myself in the clitoral area, but I need my DH to keep the feeling alive! I can masturbate and reach orgasm when I am in the mood, but when I am in the mood to cum with my husband, that is what I want. I keep rubbing myself, thinking I am wet enough, but maybe I should get some KY, it might help. When DH runs back, the mood is broken but I ask for some KY and ask for him to be inside of me while I continue to touch myself. Sometimes I can cum when he is inside me, but it can be a distraction. Tonight it is not a distraction, but the mood has changed and I am pretty sure I am not going to have an O.

DH reaches orgasm with me pushing on his knees, which is a new one. He is on top of me and he is kneeling and sitting on me, and I was trying different things when I held his knees and pushed them up, and he went into instant pre-orgasm. I love it when we try something new and it works! DH came, and it was good.

Then baby woke up and started crying. Thank you for waiting!