Just Keep Swinging - Sex Stories

Just Keep Swinging

... there was now calm in my life. The stress of the office work vanished. I was not being as highly strung. There was no pressure on reports or meetings. Nothing.

However, what didn't help the body clock situation was that for several years, including the first four or five years of our marriage, I was dead against having any children. I just did not want to be a mom. No, it was not for me. The idea scared me. We didn't like to announce it, but I was on the pill, and we were wearing condoms. There was not a chance in hell of me getting pregnant. The idea of being a mom truly scared me. I wasn't ready.

I liked having our expensive holidays together. Getting in or even out of my bikini spreading my arms and legs out on a stunning white sand beach taking in the sun, sea, and plenty of sex for two weeks every year. There is nothing like post coital sand in the butt crack. I liked that at home at the weekends could fuck at two on a Saturday afternoon and not give a care in the world that we were both sprawled out naked on the lounge sofa. I could reach across and swiftly light a cigarette afterwards and spread my legs, grin at John and be dripping our combined juices all over the couch.

That was an amazing time for me. Life was reckless and for me, fun. I then all of a sudden without really noticing, I turned thirty-one. Almost overnight I was now very much on the wrong side of thirty. Forty was on the next horizon. However much I willed it, I was no longer in my twenties. ...

... I was truly in my thirties. I was now looking towards a fat, frumpy middle aged forty with fear. It was also around then that I got a tinnitus type thing. I could now hear the ever louder ticking noise surrounding me. It was from my own personal body clock. I was married, I had a well-paid job, and a large house. Life was amazing. But mother nature was banging her drum.

For all the trying and stress it created, relief finally washed over me to a certain extent. It was the day that we were due our first meeting with the IVF doctor. Mother nature had worked. I had almost violently threatened my ovaries and his sperm with a test tube, and they had responded. We just had a scan rather than treatment. My second was so much easier. We didn't plan her, but the postpartum sex was fun even if I felt fat and grumpy. She was a delightful surprise.

I have separated my children into different rooms, they are like two scrumming rugby players but each now with their own expensive tablet. It scares me every time they get their mitts on them. Just how long before it gets thrown at the wall in a fit of rage because the operator made an error and blames it on the computer. Peace and quiet is the aim for all. Silence fell, this meant they were now quiet playing games or probably watching awful YouTube videos. As a rule, I had fifteen minutes now before they would start fighting again. Yes, bad mom. They should be doing arts and crafts or playing board games. Promoting their dexterity and ...