As a 43-year-old divorced mother of three, I’m finally at a point in my life where I really enjoy sex, even if there’s not always a lot of time for it. So when a friend posed a challenge to me to try having sex twice a day for a week, I was intrigued. The only other time in my life I remember having sex more than once a day was when I was trying to get pregnant—and sex then was really just a means to an end.
My boyfriend, Mario*, and I usually have sex three or four times a week, so this would be a significant increase. I decided not to tell him about the challenge and just jumped right in. Here’s how it went.
My kids were at my ex’s, and Mario had stayed the night. We both get ready for work at the same time, so I decided to surprise him in the shower by getting in and helping him soap up. We’d never done this before, but I had always wanted to try it. Even though it was a little slippery and hard to maneuver—it always looks so easy in the movies!—it was a pretty great way to start the day.
Later that evening, Mario and I were scheduled to see a play. The theater was very dark, and so during the second act, I grazed my hand over the front of his pants. I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but we actually snuck into the bathroom and had a quickie in one of the stalls. This was another first for me—a rather terrifying one. I followed Mario’s lead, all the while hoping and praying we wouldn’t be caught. We finished quickly and returned to our seats unseen. Lucky for us, apparently no one really likes to go to the bathroom in the middle of a show! We rushed out during the curtain call, feeling like we had gotten away with something naughty.
I woke up by myself, and to be honest, after the previous day’s activities, I wasn’t really thinking about sex. I tried masturbating, but my vagina was pretty sore.
Mario stopped by with dinner that night, and we watched a movie. We fooled around on the couch, and that led to us having sex in my bedroom. We used lots of lube, and thankfully that meant no pain from overuse.