Just Keep Swinging - Sex Stories

Just Keep Swinging

... empty or the thermostat on his radiator too hot. He will be too busy to come down the stairs or sort it himself. But I have to deal with Johanna and the case of the missing pen first. I flick my orange filter and briefly watch as it cartwheels out onto the patio. To be dealt with on a dry day.

Today, and since lockdown, he practically lives in the back bedroom. Coming out of the man cave for food and sleep. No longer needs to drive into the office quite as regularly. I have never gotten back into work either. I had promised to start job hunting again in 2020. Children were either about to go into school or nursery. Yup, lockdown. That finished everything. There were no jobs to look for.

A few years earlier I just had to give up work and most of our fun social life to try and be a mom. Things were not happening. Sex was. Lots of it. There was no lack of effort on either side. It was perfunctory, almost a chore. Check the calendar, my temperature and undress and jump on the bed or sofa. But with ever worrying certainty every month my period rocked up, mother nature sitting there in my panties grinning triumphantly all in red at me. Everything was also getting too stressful at work. Equally it was hard at home. My mom was continuously on at me for grandchildren. "You and I are not getting any younger" was the refrain. Then John was on to me to be a dad. I now really truly wanted to be a mom too. He had very supportively gone along with the no kids rule up to the point ...

... where I said I now wanted to be a mom. I was the one that had changed my mind, he now had one focus. He saw a reason for his life. Sex. It was no longer spontaneous. It was not really enjoyable. It became a function. Three times a day on the weekends, we even jokingly did it upside down on the stairs. Just to experiment and see if that was the cause.

It just was not working. There was a consequence. I was unfortunately smoking more and more, whilst telling everyone I was quitting. I was planning on quitting. I knew I had to. I didn't want to admit that might have been part of the problem. The stress levels I was suffering from were not helped by coming off the pill. My hormones flew around and around like an aircraft circling an airport. My moods are swooping and swirling like a bird. Even I noticed it. The dream that this month we had done it, only for total emotional failure. It was my mom that suggested quitting work and staying at home. Life calmed down. I could suddenly breathe a little easier. I was not rushing out of the house at seven in the morning, spending an hour driving to the office. It certainly helped. I was also not getting home at 630 at night.

It was easier to stop work than smoking. I almost danced after handing in my notice. Even though I had to show effort to quit, telling them I was busily trying showing off the patches on my arm when we decided to go down the IVF route. I honestly did cut down a bit. What helped was that being out of the office, ...