The husband and I have been very amorous lately. There was a time last week where we did it were intimate 5 times in 3 days.
Then we hit a slow patch. Yesterday, however, I encouraged my husband at about 3pm.
I'm not usually much for daytime sex - the kids are around on the weekends and during the week I typically have work to do - but I was inspired.
It was 45 minutes before the kids were due home from their first day back at school and the high school bus had just driven by.
Inspired by the emptiness of the house after having the kids home for SIXTEEN days I'm afraid the high school children walking by may have heard some, um, loud noises from my house. With any luck, they now think the house is haunted.
I was supposed to head to Baltimore last night but my flight was cancelled. My husband had promised to go to bed at 10pm in my absense - he says I keep him up. I say, "You're welcome!"
I crawled into bed around 11, he came in a few minutes later. I tried to put the moves on him - he gave me the Heisman.
By way of apology he said, "You know I'm not much for nighttime sex."
I said, "But Marriage is a sacrifice."
He answered, "and you sacrificed this afternoon?"
"Yes," I answered seriously, "At least three times."