A TV show transformed me from boring mum to nymphomaniac

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 Charlotte*, a straight married 44-year-old living in Birmingham, with her husband and three children.

Before this week, she would have described her sex life as ‘knackered and boring’, having sex a couple of times a month in missionary position. But now, a new TV show has reignited the passion in her marriage.

The culprit? Rivals on Disney+. The sex scenes have left Charlotte and her husband Simon* desperate for sex, and the mum-of-three has been wanting to do the deed up to twice a day.

‘I’ve never been into porn because it feels seedy to me, but Rivals is more light-hearted and fun. Watching it together has really made us both feel horny and up for it again,’ she explains.

‘We’re suddenly keen to try new places and positions, some that we’ve never tried before even though we’ve been married for twenty years!’

In fact, with three children, Charlotte says the biggest problem has been trying to keep a lid on all the moans, groans and action.

So, without further ado, here’s how she got on this week…

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

Monday

It’s 9:30pm and having finally got all of the kids in bed, Simon and I settle down in front of the telly to watch Rivals. Set in the Cotswolds, it starts off on Concorde with a couple noisily joining the Mile High Club, while an air hostess knocks frantically on the toilet door.

As the couple leave the toilet and walk off as if nothing has happened, Simon turns to me with a glint in his eye. His hand touches my thigh and moves up my leg towards my jeans zipper.

Normally by this time of night I’m shattered from work and looking after the kids, and ready to get my PJs on. I’ve assumed that my lack of intimacy with Simon has been the inevitable consequence of being married for so many years – couples grow distant over time, don’t they?

Right now though, I feel very turned on by what we’ve both just seen and I know Simon feels the same.

Getting up to quietly shut the living room door, I undo my jeans and pull them down, before straddling Simon on the sofa. I can feel straight away beneath his chinos that he’s hard, as he quickly pulls them and his boxers down, and slips inside me.

Fast and frantic, with the same urgency as the couple on the TV, I feel sexy and invigorated as I ride him, while unbuttoning my denim shirt so that he can slip his hands into my bra.

We climax quickly before turning off the telly and heading to bed.

Tuesday

I forgot to set my alarm so this morning is a mad dash to get everyone fed and dressed before the school run. Sitting at my desk all morning I can’t stop thinking about the sex from the night before.

It was so out of character for us, and not the obligatory missionary like usual. Simon must be thinking the same because at lunchtime my phone beeps with a message: ‘Same again tonight?’

Normally I’d roll my eyes, tut and be internally furious about his obsession with sex (he’s always been the one to want it more) when three young kids mean I’m always too knackered. Today though, I actually feel myself starting to get turned on as I replay our living room antics in my mind.

There’s something about the way the sex seemed so exciting on the TV show that reminded me it’s not just what married people do to make babies – it’s exciting.

As soon as the kids are in bed, we sit down for the next episode. We barely get through the first 10 minutes when I become aware of how nice Simon’saftershave smells.

Leaning over I kiss him, properly, with tongue! Something we barely ever do these days. Rather than always letting Simon take the lead, I start unbuttoning his jeans and feel he’s already hard.

But then, the sound of our youngest calling out because she’s fallen out of bed brings things back to reality with a bang. The next hour spent trying to get her back to sleep curtails any further action for tonight.

Wednesday

This morning, I find myself thinking about sex when I’m in the shower and getting really horny.

I quickly shave my legs and armpits, something else that is done very infrequently these days.

And when I put my knickers and bra on I actually choose a pair that look sexy, rather than the simply fitting the usual comfort criteria.

Kissing Simon on the lips as he heads out the door to work, I give his pert buttocks a cheeky squeeze and feel myself looking forward to later.

The evening comes and I get the kids into bed at breakneck speed so Simon and I can watch another episode of Rivals, and hopefully engage in a re-run of Monday night.

This time the sex in the postroom isn’t quite as glamorous as on Concorde, but still, the urgency and secrecy makes it seem exciting.

‘If I worked with you I would definitely shag you in the postroom,’ I laugh to Simon.

‘Will the living room do?’ Simon asks, already pressing pause on the TV remote.

Instead of me straddling him, this time he stands and picks me up, my legs wrap around him as he pushes me up against the living room door and slips inside me.

It feels so naughty that I orgasm within minutes, and Simon isn’t long behind me.

Thursday

At work today I find myself fantasising about different places and positions for Simon and I to have sex in. After three kids and so many years together I never expected sex to feel so exciting again.

I even order some new underwear to replace some of mine which must be well over a decade old, and as I opt for the impractical sexy sets, I smile to myself imagining Simon’s face when I try them on for him.

Annoyingly school parents evenings and Simon’s delayed train mean that by the time he gets home I’ve already fallen asleep. Today’s a write-off.

Friday

It’s date night. Instead of getting a babysitter and going out for dinner or to the cinema like we usually do, we get the kids in bed in good time and binge three more episodes of Rivals.

The pent up sexual tension between Rupert and the beautiful Tag turns us both on and even the sex between Cameron and the very unsexy Lord Tony Baddingham, feels exciting.

Yes it’s cringeworthy at times but part of it seems to rub off on us both and make us feel sexier.

By 11pm I’m describing the new underwear I’ve ordered to Simon. As I walk into the kitchen to lock up for the night Simon follows me.

‘Close the blind,’ he says. Then he bends me over the kitchen table, pulls up my satin skirt and lifts my jumper off over my head.

Normally I’d be moaning about the how uncomfortable the glass table is or worrying about smashing it, but now I’m enjoying sex in a different position and location so much I don’t think about any of that, as I climax not once but twice.

Saturday

The postman delivers my new underwear and, while the kids are watching TV downstairs, I go upstairs to try it on.

Standing in front of the bedroom mirror wearing a lacy thong and very revealing bra I’m cold so my nipples go hard. Simon walks in from the shower in his towel and does a double take.

‘Bloody hell you look amazing!’ he smiles, standing behind me and kissing the back of my neck as his hands wander all over me.

‘Stop it!’ I laugh, pushing him away. ‘The kids are downstairs.’

‘And….?’ He says.

Unperturbed he drops his towel and I can feel him pressing against me.

‘We can’t now,’ I say.

Normally we never have sex during the daytime when the children are at home for fear of them walking in. We don’t have locks on any of the doors, so it’s too risky.

But risk seems to go out the window today as Simon suddenly enters me from behind while I’m still standing in front of the mirror.

After years of feeling too mumsy to be sexy I actually feel sexy again, and it’s reassuring to know it’s reciprocated.

‘Stop!’ I scream, hearing footsteps coming up the stairs. I disappear into our en-suite as Simon grabs his towel and the eldest two kids run in arguing.

We’ve got family arriving for the day and evening soon, so frustratingly there’ll be no time for TV or sex tonight.

Sunday

The morning is a slow, hungover slog. I’m trying to get rid of the family who stayed overnight and help the kids with their homework.

Come bedtime we get into bed and binge the rest of Rivals on the TV in our bedroom while touching each other, before working up to full blown intercourse.

This time I’m too tired to put the new underwear on or do anything exciting, but it’s enjoyable and intensely satisfying. As we lay next to each other afterwards I realise how happy I am that we’re both enjoying each other’s bodies so much again. Like the pre-kid old days.

There’s no doubt it’s made Simon and I closer too, and while Rivals is, in parts, cheesy and very tongue-in cheek, I’m grateful for the fun, happy and mutually pleasurable experiences it’s helped us to have together.

I’m sad we’ve finished the series, convinced a second won’t be too long in the pipeline, and already planning a foray into an al-fresco encounter once the weather starts to warm up.

The show focused on the excitement of affairs, but for Simon and I, I’m pleased to have rediscovered the excitement right under my nose.

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