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Four Times! Can we do it? Yes we can!

Two professional women: both married with kids and both juggling clients, reports, potty training, packed lunches, chores, dogs, cats, errands, husbands and …”what was that you said? SEX?”
That three-letter word that once was so frequent, so liberating, so yummy has been sidelined in a sea of life, work and snot.
It is time.
Time to put sex back on a pedestal by injecting some extra spice into our relationships.

Four Times! Can we do it? Yes we can!

Missions are set on Monday morning with completion goal end of day Sunday. Seven blissful days and six nights to indulge in sex.  Four times.  Easy, right? Apparently not.  By Friday, I was sweating it – the Duke hadn’t seen any action in four of the six nights.  I was failing in my mission.  Damn it. It’s such early days, how can I be stumbling already?  But Friday night came around, the work week was put to bed and so were we…literally.  Friday night sex.  Check.  Mmmmm… that was nice.   We even got out the Whip & Tickle from Mission 2 – MUCH more successful this time around, thank goodness. So we had blast off….

The sun rose on Saturday morning and the Duke’s rocket was pointing into outer space. Seems the night before had wet his appetite.  So on went “Bob The Builder”, 20 minutes of silence was guaranteed from our son and we went tripping into the bathroom to complete 50% of our mission.  Slow start to the mission, but there was build up.  I was feeling better about myself.  So much better in fact that only 30 minutes after numero duo, I was starting to think about third time lucky.  Something had happened in my labial region and it was positively excited at the thought of a sexual revisit.  So I delighted my son in allowing him to watch another bout of TV and as he settled into Dora land, I grabbed the Duke’s hand and dragged him into the bedroom.  Hey presto, there’s our third.  Saturday night, the two of us are positively glowing with our “now unheard of in our lives 3 times in 24 hours sex”.  It was working.  The wheels of the sexy revolution were now starting to turn.  It felt good.  So good in fact that we topped it off on Sunday with the final fourth.  Did we make it to five?  Hell no.  Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. For now the Duke is smiling. Mission complete.


  1. […] that wasn’t the only thing crackling to life.  I think the week we exhausted ourselves by doubling the charm   it wasn’t the just the Duke and me getting frisky – our reproductive organs were too. […]

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