At 43 years old, a divorced mother of three, I have reached a stage in my life where I genuinely savor the pleasures of sex, despite the limited time available. When a friend proposed a daring proposition to engage in sexual activity twice a day for a week, I found myself intrigued. The only instance I recall engaging in such frequency was during my attempts to conceive, where sex served a purpose rather than pure enjoyment.
Typically, my boyfriend, Mario*, and I engage in sexual intimacy three or four times a week. Hence, this challenge represented a notable increase. Opting not to disclose the challenge to Mario, I dove headfirst into the experience. Here is a candid account of how it unfolded.
Monday’s Adventures: Surprising Shower Encounter and a Stealthy Theater Tryst
With my kids staying at their father’s place, Mario spent the night at my house. Our morning routines aligned perfectly, prompting me to seize the opportunity for a surprise in the shower. Stepping into the shower with him, I eagerly lent a hand in lathering up. Although it proved trickier than anticipated, as it always seems effortless in movies, it proved to be a delightful way to kickstart the day.
Later that evening, Mario and I had plans to attend a play. In the dimly lit theater, during the second act, I daringly brushed my hand against the front of his pants. I must admit, what happened next is quite scandalous. We discreetly sneaked into a bathroom stall and engaged in a quick passionate encounter. The experience was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking, a first for me. I followed Mario’s lead, silently hoping to avoid any unwanted interruptions. Swiftly completing our rendezvous, we returned to our seats undetected. Fortunately, it seemed that bathroom breaks were not a popular choice during the show. With the final curtain call, we made a hasty exit, reveling in the thrill of our clandestine escapade.
Tuesday’s Journey: A Day of Recovery and Intimate Reconnection
Waking up alone on Tuesday, I must confess that after the previous day’s exhilarating endeavors, thoughts of sex weren’t at the forefront of my mind. Attempting some self-pleasure, I quickly realized that my vagina was feeling rather tender and sensitive.
Later that evening, Mario surprised me with dinner and we settled down to watch a movie together. Playfully engaging with each other on the couch, our passion reignited, ultimately leading us to my bedroom. This time, we made sure to incorporate ample lubrication, sparing me any discomfort resulting from excessive activity. (For a reliable option, consider Sinclair Select’s Organic Lubricant & Personal Moisturizer, which features certified organic botanicals to nourish and safeguard your intimate well-being.)
By prioritizing comfort and finding ways to enhance our experience, we continued to explore the depths of our intimacy amidst this memorable week.
Wednesday’s Surprises: Morning Delight and Distant Intimacy
On Wednesday, I embraced my newfound spontaneity by deciding to awaken Mario with a sensual act of oral pleasure. It was a departure from my usual approach, but I relished exploring this side of myself.
Considering Mario’s impending work trip and my responsibilities as a mother, finding a way to incorporate another intimate encounter seemed challenging. However, a stroke of inspiration struck me — the wonders of technology. Thank you, Facetime. I sensed Mario’s surprise as I took the initiative once again, but he quickly immersed himself in the experience.
Yet, as the night progressed, a sense of concern crept into my thoughts. I began to worry that my constant initiation of sex might diminish his opportunity to assert his masculinity. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel that he couldn’t pursue me, as I knew from past experiences that Mario thoroughly enjoys being the one to initiate our intimate moments.
Thursday’s Moments of Pleasure and Longing
With the kids safely at school, I indulged in a private session of self-love using my trusty bullet vibrator. Its 20 different settings effortlessly brought me to orgasm, providing quick and enjoyable satisfaction. The accessibility and convenience of this toy made the experience even more delightful.
As I explored this newfound sexual adventure, I couldn’t deny that engaging in more frequent sexual encounters had intensified my desire for further intimacy. The anticipation of reuniting with Mario in person grew stronger with each passing moment.
Eager to maintain our connection, I attempted to engage in phone sex with Mario that night. However, he was occupied with a late dinner and didn’t answer my call. Exhaustion began to set in, dampening my enthusiasm for another round of self-pleasure. Balancing the demand of engaging in sex twice a day proved challenging, particularly with my partner’s absence.
An Adventurous Friday: Surprises, Secrets, and Drawbacks
To my pleasant surprise, Mario made an unexpected visit to my office right after his flight. He confessed that our recent “phone conference” had sparked his desire, compelling him to see me immediately. Seizing the opportunity, we locked the door to my office and indulged in a passionate encounter, with my desk serving as an exhilarating playground. (Discover 16 more intriguing sex tricks every woman should explore in her lifetime.) Given the favorable circumstances—my office being down the hall from my colleagues’ and most of them being out for lunch—the risk of discovery was minimal, and we kept our passionate rendezvous discreet. It was a welcome deviation from my usual mid-day routine, an experience I had savored before and would undoubtedly repeat.
Later that evening, I sent Mario a text, expressing my desire for him to come over. Perplexed, he inquired about the reason behind my sudden urge. Taking a leap of faith, I revealed the sex challenge to him, and he found it amusing. He attributed my recent surge in friskiness to the hidden agenda. Mario, being easy-going, was intrigued and more than willing to play along. As he arrived, we engaged in intimate moments that required utmost silence, which deviated from the norm and unfortunately didn’t culminate in orgasm for me—a departure from my usual experiences. The combination of my children being at home and my fatigue seemed to create an insurmountable obstacle. This was a notable drawback of our intensified sexual escapades; it appeared that the quantity of encounters had begun to impact their quality.
An Eventful Saturday: Exhaustion, Intimacy, and Challenges
Despite both of us feeling fatigued, it was evident that Mario was determined to help me conclude the week on a high note. Hence, early in the morning, we embarked on another round of Facetime intimacy. We had engaged in virtual encounters a few times before the challenge, and although it initially felt slightly daunting—taking time for me to become comfortable with the idea of being on display—we had established a routine that suited us. When prompted, I would share the details of my self-exploration while offering him a tantalizing glimpse, and he reciprocated in kind.
Later that night, I paid a visit to Mario’s place for our second rendezvous of the day, but unfortunately, things didn’t unfold as smoothly. We attempted to engage in sexual activity, yet despite employing ample lubrication, discomfort plagued me. Moreover, for the first time in our five-month relationship, Mario experienced difficulties maintaining an erection. The repercussions of indulging in such a high frequency of sexual encounters were becoming evident, and it no longer felt like a positive experience for either of us.
The Sunday: Reflections, Intimacy, and Rediscovering Anticipation
On this last day of the week-long challenge, I felt a sense of duty to complete what I had started. I began the day by resorting to my reliable bullet vibrator. While I managed to fulfill the task, it lacked the usual enjoyment, as sex had started to feel obligatory rather than a source of pleasure.
Later in the day, back at my place, Mario and I found ourselves alone, enjoying takeout and a Netflix session. We both agreed that although we thoroughly enjoyed sex, it was refreshing to have a little time to actually miss each other’s intimate connection. We mutually decided to give ourselves a pass on engaging in sex that night. However, as the lights dimmed and we nestled under a cozy blanket, he planted kisses on my neck, and before we knew it, clothes were discarded.
Reflecting on the overall experience, I concluded that having sex twice a day was simply too much for me. While it temporarily gave me the exhilarating feeling of being an extraordinary sexual being — I mean, we had sex at a play! — the truth is that one can indeed have too much of a good thing. Both Mario and I discovered that we missed the anticipation leading up to intimate moments, which, at times, can be even more enjoyable than the act itself.