This is based on a true story, it happened in Ireland, and my source was Fiona, wife to Dan and mother of two. It is almost as she told it to me.
Like my husband, I am a journalist. Unlike him, I am freelance, and have to take any work offered. This can be exciting, surprising, and exhausting; not unlike my sex life! We were doing fine until the kids started arriving. Both working hard, and all hours, earning plenty of Euros, and only leaving the house to go for a drink, a meal, a concert, or a show.
Things slowed drastically with the arrival of the first, and a second baby two years later, stopped almost everything for me, both work and play. Before children, so long as we met our deadlines, we could do pretty much as we pleased, which mostly meant indulging ourselves, and each other.
We had good enough sex while we were courting, but since Dan and I came back from the honeymoon things have got even hotter. He would come looking for me every time he finished an article or a story, to celebrate. He liked to tip-toe up behind me, slip his hands under my arms, and squeeze my boobs, kiss my neck, and I would pretend that he had surprised me.
In those days they had not been savaged by two young, hungry mouths, and I didn't need a bra for support, so I never wore one in the house. In fact no underwear at all, we both liked it that way. Auto-save on the computer is essential with a randy husband in the house, I'm pleased to say.
When Dan started pinching my nipples, and running his teeth over my ear, I gave up any thoughts of writing. He would lift me bodily, in his strong arms, and lay me on the sofa in the corner (I don't think I ever sat on it) and take over my body. He loved to undress me with his teeth, growling like a wild animal, it was his favorite game.
He would kiss his way down, from head to my feet, before plunging his tongue between my thighs. It was like a mobile cock, long, thick and very desirable. With amazing control, he could flutter the tip over my clit, until I screamed, or plunge it into me, lapping my juices, making my head spin.
I would be powerless, unable even to speak, and out of control. In this state he would bury his lovely cock inside me, and cover my face with his kisses, he always made me scream! It was a time when nothing mattered but the pleasure we found in each others rutting bodies.
With only one child, we got by, just the two of us. Dan started ghosting some of my work, he did a pretty good job of it. With the help of a friends daughter, Carol, who babysat, we even got to go out once in a while. We could also still make love spontaneously around the house, as baby Fiona slept like an angel, and there was just the three of us.
Oh those, seemingly, far off days when time and money seemed endless, and we hadn't a care in the world. These days, when I'm on my knees, its because I have baby-sick to mop up, or one of the little darlings needs a nappy change. Those happy times when I was on my knees, and Dan's seven inches of bliss sliding down my throat, are a distant memory.
When baby Daniel put in his appearance everything changed. The birth was more difficult, he was ten pounds larger than his sister had been, and didn't I know it. He was lovely, of course, but I thought I'd never get laid again. I was so bruised that I couldn't sit, stand, or walk, never mind fuck, but fortunately I could manage a blow job.
I have a radio show to do, only a fifteen minute slot, but it is five days a week and pays better than the rest of my work added together. Dan could not ghost that, but for my first week back I had to be carried into the studio. There were other differences. Even with Dan ghosting half, or more, of my work we needed live in help.
So Carol moved in, she could earn while she finished her studies, and needed a place to live as her parents had to leave the city, her fathers firm was re-locating to Donegal. What we hadn't bargained for was our total loss of privacy. With an adult in the house we were restricted to sex in the bedroom only, and this had a detrimental effect on both of us.
Within weeks of her arrival, Carol had effectively cancelled my sex life. I am not blaming her, but facts are facts and they were telling me I wasn't getting any sex. On the other hand Carol was a built in babysitter and we did take advantage of that fact to go out together.
Our first such date had us spending an evening at Neary's, a pub in the heart of Dublin. A bit of a tourist place in the summer but the oysters are just heavenly, and off season it has atmosphere, busy without being crowded. We had a grand evening, but I couldn't fully relax, I did wonder what was going on at home.
Its not that I was worried about the children, or the house, but I did have the feeling that something was going on behind my back. On our return I entered the house like a squad of Gardi (police) and went over it with all the diligence of a latter day Sherlock Holmes.
Finally I found the evidence, a tiny piece of plastic! The corner of a condom wrapper. Was I angry? No, at least she was being careful with her body, safe from infection and conception. Although I wasn't getting fucked in this house, at least someone was, so that was all right.
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