Hot Married Sex

I like having hot married sex on most nights, but there’s always something special about our Friday night activities. There are occasional exceptions, but in most cases the sex is hotter, the sessions go on for longer and the orgasms are more intense. Yep, there’s nothing to beat some Friday night filth.

Maybe it’s the fact that the working week is over and all that stands in front of me is the prospect of a relaxing weekend. Maybe it’s the extra glass of wine or two that I allow myself to indulge in. Or maybe it’s just because my wife and I agreed a few years ago to deliberately make Friday nights our “fuck nights”.

Okay, before you go getting the idea that we only used to have sex once a week, let me scramble to discredit that notion. The fact is that a few years ago our two kids were more exhausting than they are now, and at the end of some days we’d both be so knackered (that’s “tired” for all my non-British readers) that we lusted after sleep more than sex. After a couple of particularly challenging weeks we realised that we’d only had sex once, and that wasn’t good for either of us. So we made a pact and declared that Friday night was Fuck Night, no matter what happened.

The surprising thing was that as soon as we made the pact to set Friday night aside for fucking, we started getting a bit more creative. Even though we were quickly back into the swing of having sex on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and on any other days, we both began planning how we could make Friday night the “big one”. And the more we planned and anticipated that particular session, the better it got.

These days we have sex on most nights (kids do get less exhausting eventually), but Friday night is still the “big one” despite the fact that all of the other nights have got increasingly hotter over the years.

So, here I am, writing my daily blog entry at just before 3:40 in the afternoon, and the prospect of tonight’s activities is something that I can’t get out of my head. My mind is gradually becoming overwhelmed with thoughts of pinning her down, calling her names, bringing her to the point of orgasm and then stopping abruptly before eventually allowing her to reach it and fall over the edge. (She says she hates me teasing her like that but then comments that her O’s are always stronger when I do, so I read between the lines and take the hint.)

Yes, I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and look forward to Saturday night sex, but you can bet your life that I’ll be planning our Friday Night Filth for next week even before the milk hits my Cornflakes.

Do you have a “big one” to look forward to each week? If not, feel free to steal this idea and create your own night of Friday Night Filth. Or be more creative and go for Sunday Night Screaming, Monday Night Muff-Diving, Tuesday Night Teasing, Wednesday Night Whipping, Thursday Night Throbbing…