My husband and I still have sex in public after 25 years together

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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 Gemma, a 42-year-old sex and relationship coach, and qualified yoga instructor, who loves having an adventurous and spontaneous sex life.

The mum-of-two has been with her husband for nearly 25 years, with the pair getting married almost 15 years ago — and in the interest of keeping their spark alive, they’ve set themselves a challenge to have sex for seven days straight.

Although they typically have sex three times a week on average, they enjoy seeing how long they can keep up a sex streak for, with their record being 12 days in a row (which they reasoned was a little too much to keep going with).

With all that action, it may sound like they’re still in their honeymoon phase, but this hasn’t always been the case.

‘We found it hard once children came along, and had to change the dynamics by squeezing in a few quickies every now and again,’ Gemma explains.

‘In 2006, our sex life had a lull because we got lost in work and drifted apart, so we had a dry spell for six months. Now we make an effort to set ourselves intimate challenges to deepen our connection – I recommend it to friends too.’

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

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

Monday

Darren has just messaged asking to meet me in between classes today and have some sex in the woods. ‘Absolutely,’ I reply.

It’s going to be so exciting. I usually have two early morning classes teaching yoga, then I have around two hours before the next two at lunchtime — so I can squeeze him in.

At 9.45am, we both park up at our local forest in different cars. It’s really muddy and cold, but hey, it’s only going to be a quick one. Although, I’ve packed a blanket in my bag, I actually just fancy a quick session against a tree.

We’ve had sex in this forest a few times, when we’ve made sure no one is around —  even mutually masturbated while having a picnic here, so I’m not anxious at all.

We walk for around 10 minutes and then I feel Darren’s hands on my shoulders, pushing me against a pine tree — it’s a little uncomfortable and rough on my back but I’m so turned on I don’t care.

He gives me a deep, longing kiss like we haven’t had for ages. It feels so good and turns me on in an instant. There isn’t anyone around, so I quickly unbutton his jeans and slightly pull my leggings down.

I move further up the root of the tree and turn around, with my back to him. He can feel I’m wet already, so he thrusts into me, rubbing me with his hand simultaneously.

It feels amazing as he’s inside me; moving, thrusting and playing with me. I just about hold it together and we both climax at the same time. Wow. We’ll certainly have to do that again.

Tuesday

Today I’m so busy with work, and I just need to chill and relax for a bit. I’ve got my headphones on, the children are in bed asleep, and Darren is downstairs watching TV, so I lay on the bed.

I choose some sensual music and get my vibrator out of its box. I lay there concentrating on my breathing and the calming vibes flowing through my body.

It’s been a stressful day with the kids and work, so I need some time alone this evening — our sex challenge will have to wait, but that doesn’t mean I can’t go solo.

I have my silk nightie on, which makes me feel special, and I feel the urge to gently stroke my body, which gives me a tingling sensation down below.

I turn on my vibrator and get a small amount of lube. I start off rubbing it around my clitoris, then place it inside me to go for my ‘G’ spot. The vibrations really get me going and I can feel my body climbing higher and higher as I orgasm, feeling it all over my body. The shudders just keep going.

Darren knows I’m up here doing this, but we both agreed today had been busy and stressful and we needed some alone time, where we didn’t feel any pressure to have sex. When we do it, we both agree we want it to be really good, not for the sake of it.

Wednesday

I’ve been teaching yoga all day today, so I’m tired when I get home but mentally I feel really good.

I put the kettle on for a cup of tea after tucking the kids in bed. Darren comes into the kitchen and slowly takes off my dressing gown, kissing my shoulders, and moving up my neck.

His hands are over my breasts as I face the worktops. I turn and pull his trousers down, but before I can do anything he picks me up and puts me on the kitchen counter. He goes down on me and I climax, trying desperately to keep quiet so the children don’t hear.

I lift my hips forward off the counter slightly so he can penetrate me, and it feels so good, even if it is hard to balance. It only lasts five minutes before Darren orgasms and then one of the children calls for us from upstairs — perfect timing.

The kids are seven and 11 years old and they’ve never actually walked in on us going it, although they’ve come close. Unless they’re in bed, we don’t do the deed because we spend every waking minute taking care of them – unless they’re at school.

Thursday

I text Darren to ask if he wants to have sex on the sofa when I’m back home at lunchtime. He quickly replies with a big yes, which I find really hot.

After arriving home from yoga, I jump in a much-needed shower, before heading downstairs to lay naked on the sofa. Not long after I start playing with myself, he finishes something off for work and walks into the lounge with his clothes off.

We start kissing and he kneels on the floor, once again going down on me, before kissing me again.

Then we transition to a 69 position on the sofa, I orgasm and we switch to doggy. We both love this position as it gets really deep — plus we can be loud because the house is empty.

We both finish and have a shower together after.

Friday

Today we’re taking it up a notch, as Darren suggests doing the deed in the car after school drop off. Of course, I’m up for it. We actually do this quite often because we enjoy the possibility of getting caught or someone watching — it’s exhilarating.

We park up along a country lane and pull our trousers down, playing with each other. I masturbate as Darren does the same and we watch each other. It feels exciting and naughty.

After a short drive, we park up again and make the most of the blacked-out windows in Darren’s car. I slide down on top of him as he puts his seat down and lays back. It’s so fun and spontaneous, and I climax really fast.

Darren wanted to come too but we didn’t have any tissues to clean up, so we pause and drive home, before running upstairs and having sex on the bed. About 20 minutes later, we’re laying beside each other panting, already excited to do it again.

Saturday

It’s 5am and we’re both awake — I’m not sure why. As we lay, naked and cuddling – which is something we love doing – it’s not long before Darren’s hands are wandering all over my body.

While we’re spooning, his hands cup my breasts before moving down to my clit. I can feel him hard against me before he pushes into me, which feels amazing.

I love the idea he’s claiming my body. It feels very sensual and that’s what we like most of the time. I climax before we move to a new position. I’m on my back, legs up on his shoulders before we go back to doggy because Darren likes looking at my bottom. We both climax at the same time.

The children came in just as we were finishing, but luckily they don’t see anything.

Sunday

I’m finishing off some work stuff ready for tomorrow morning in the office, and the kids are asleep. Darren comes into the office, closes my laptop and turns me around to face him.

He starts kissing me and unties my silk dressing gown, revealing my nightie. I lean back slightly in the chair and he gently kisses my neck, knowing it drives me crazy. I can feel he’s hard, so I pull down his pyjama trousers and tease him.

He picks me up and sits himself down in my chair with me straddled over him. He has his hands on my hips guiding me up and down, controlling my movements. We have to be quiet as we don’t have a door to the office and the children are in bed asleep. It makes it all the more exciting.

The rhythm we’re creating feels so good and I climax hard around him while he’s inside me, causing him to finish too. We’re both panting and catching our breath.

Laying in bed afterwards, we talk about how much more connected we’ve felt this week. We’ve been bickering less and, although a whole week without sex isn’t that long, it was unusual for us, so it’s been good to work out our sexual frustrations. Life just gets in the way sometimes.

Maybe next week we’ll manage the full seven days.

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