We went from having sex twice a month to twice a week — here’s how

Welcome to How I Do It, the series in which we give you a seven-day sneak peek into the sex life of a stranger.

This week we hear from Melissa*, a 40-year-old married mother-of-two, who works as an events producer in London.

Melissa and her husband, Dan*, went through a phase when they averaged about two sex sessions a month — but lately, they’ve been having more sex than ever.

Thanks to a change in their working patterns, and more opportunities to work from home, the pair have been enjoying getting intimate during the day. In fact, they rarely have sex in the evenings anymore at all.

‘We both enjoy sex a lot and it’s fantastic when we do it,’ Melissa says.

‘If we both had to go back to the office full time it would cause problems for our relationship and sex life.

‘We used to argue when we could only have sex in the evenings, because I would rarely initiate, but now I’ve got energy during the day, I make the first move.’

Without further ado, here’s how Melissa got on this week…

The following sex diary is, as you might imagine, not safe for work.

Monday

I wake up at 5am as Dan happily snores next to me — he rolls over and grunts as I get up to take a quick shower and get dressed, before grabbing some breakfast and leaving the house.

I have a full day of meetings and event preparation all over London. By 6:45pm, I feel like I’ve run a marathon, and I still need to pick my eldest child up from netball, get home, and get the kids fed and in bed.

Not only am I physically exhausted but my brain is now out of battery completely. By the time the children are asleep, I can hardly keep my eyes open.

I don’t even have enough energy left to chat to Dan but in bed, I know he’s got the horn as he pulls his usual evening moves: spooning from behind, giving me a back rub. But tonight, I can’t bare him touching me. I’m so tired, so I roll over and say, ‘Sorry but not tonight’.

Tuesday

Today is less manic. Dan does the school run, I have no meetings, and it’s a work from home day. While he’s out, I indulge myself with a long shower, hair mask, and a full body moisturise.

God dammit I feel like a new woman, so I put on my sexiest lingerie and wait suggestively on the bed for my husband to arrive home.

I hear him five minutes later at the front door, ranting about the traffic and weather, until he walks in and sees me. Instantly his mood changes.

Day sex has been the corner stone of our sex lives since Covid. It’s bloody great, and I tell you what, it sets you up for work better than any coffee ever could.

Dan doesn’t even bother to take his clothes off, and he’s already on top of me, kissing me with such passion it reminds me of 15 years ago when we first got together and all we wanted to do was kiss and shag!

He slowly moves his hands down my body and his fingers start to work. I have to admit I bloody love foreplay, and he is particularly good at it. He then flips me over onto my back and enters me from behind.

The sex is good, really damn good. Once we’ve finished, we both smile and then get back to our desks.

Wednesday

This morning tests every inch of my patience because my youngest is whinging and saying no to everything from the second he wakes up until we leave the house.

He’s kicking and screaming which makes the school run stressful, so my mood is less than perfect. A quick coffee in my favourite local spot followed by two hours of calls, calms me.

I arrive back home at lunch time and although I would like a quick romp, an imminent work pitch is playing on my mind, so I refrain. After work it’s time for a spin class; the perfect end of day activity.

At home the mood is better, almost chilled, which is rare. After the children’s bedtime, I make dinner as we talk about summer plans. By bedtime I don’t think either of us are in the mood for sex, so we cuddle and fall asleep.

Thursday

My morning gym class really gets me in the mood, so as soon as I get home, I turn on the shower and call in my husband.

He’s on a call at his desk, so I have to shower alone and then I head into the bedroom. Still horny, I wait for my husband to finish his call in my sluttiest Ann Summers outfit (it’s a bodice that makes me look like I’ve a had a boob job, and a high cut thong).

His call takes ages and I’ve got a meeting in 20 minutes, so I decide to hurry him up by giving him his very own peep show. I can see him on the terrace walking up and down, so I stand at the bedroom window, open the curtains, and flash him.

Sometimes I feel too old to wear this kind of outfit, but it makes me feel incredible, confident and sexy. He ends his call abruptly and before I know it he’s in the bedroom, kissing me passionately and holding me up against the wall.

Again, foreplay plays a large role in our session. Then full sex. I’m leant over the bed with him behind me.

The sex again is mind blowing. We get dressed and head back to our desks with huge grins on our faces. God, I love day sex.

Friday

Friday is always a great day in our house, as there’s no extra curricular activities for the children and it’s pizza night for the kids and curry take away for us.

We don’t have sex on Fridays usually because a Vindaloo eating husband doesn’t bode well for bedroom. Instead we just enjoy each other’s company on the sofa.

Saturday

We have friends over for lunch. We have lots of wonderful food and wine, and we all watch a movie and eat popcorn late into the evening.

I jump into bed around 11, leaving Dan to watch a documentary on TV.

We definitely have more sex than we used to, although I often wonder if Dan still wishes it could be more. It is still something we bicker about.

There’s no denying that more intimacy has made us feel more connected.

Sunday

We’re off swimming today and in the bedroom I decide to pop my costume on before leaving the house. As I bend down, Dan takes the opportunity for to get a full handful of my arse.

Although he clearly wants a quickie, I can already hear the kids arguing in the lounge, so we grab them and head to the pool.

We have a great day of family fun, and exhausted, I head to bed early.

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