Yes, we had it on vacation. In between hanging with family, meeting new people, dancing, eating, getting dressed up and all the rest of the debauchery of Vegas; we enjoyed each other.
Since moving in together our sexual schedule has changed. When we lived apart sex was a scheduled thing in many respects. My son’s time with his dad predominantly governed the time I had free to spend with Daddy. Our sex revolved around our limited time. All our pent up needs would wait and then when we saw each other we would have all that energy stored up like a wound rubberband.
After moving in our schedule began to change. I see Daddy every day now. My son lives with us most of the time in a little house with very little separation of spaces. Initially, I felt like I was on the same sexual schedule. As the days without my son in the house would approach, I would get wound up. Time with Daddy is coming! My body would tense up as my mind would do the happy dance that precursed our play times. But as life would have it, things would get in the way. Work was hard for one of us that day, family would be over, something got in the way of our tryst and I would get dejected.
We’ve started having sex as husband and wife do, when the time and opportunity arise. Sometimes hurried, sometimes being as quiet as mice because the child is home, but generally no longer on a ‘dating’ schedule.
Sex in a hotel before this vacation wasn’t any different than sex at home together. We were our same uninhibited selves. This time though, it felt more free, more wild. The child was in another state entirely. I had my voice back. I intermittenly wondered if the people in neighboring rooms could hear me. I didn’t care.