3 Reasons To Enjoy Married Sex

So, it’s the day after Mother’s Day and according to an article on Shine last Friday, today is the second most popular day for a lady to look over the hood of her marriage, step outside the car, pout, kick the tires and go shopping for a Porsche. In other words, this day and the day after father’s day have statistically been known to rack in record numbers of membership to online cheating sites. So to all women who need a little inspiration as to why you should not look for an affair and should concentrate on what your marriage (particularly married sex) can do for you, take an extra long chug of your double shot latte and read my proclamation.

Here are 3 ways to look at your marriage and reinvest in the fun it can create:
 

#1- Casual Sex
Alright, wasn’t there a reason you dated, fell in love, invited a bunch of relatives to dinner (whoa..at the SAME time) and wore a frilly dress for 10-12 hours? Well, yes, because now everyone, including Gram Grams, would know that you would be getting busy on a regular basis and there would be nothing but happiness in such unity that married people share, right?  How are you going throw massive support away like that? Really.
 

But personally, after you’ve whipped out a few Munchkins, what’s to keep you from having casual sex from the one you share everything with? If you need to handle some business, handle it. If you need to ask, ask. If you need to beg, well, kick him in the knee, then beg!  Either way, if you have put in the work in other areas of life to show your love and dedication to one another, sex should be the fun part. If in fact you did marry for love, go ahead and take your love for granted and get yours like you would run out and “hook-up” with a fling. ‘Nough said, Hook It Up.

#2- Drunken Sex
Perhaps the most enticing part of an affair is the socializing and mindless sex that comes in tow.  Wait, didn’t you have fun with your spouse once? Go on a date or two and take a taxi back to where you’ll be staying that night. Remember what it was like to “take somebody home” after some great socializing, dancing and a couple of shots. It just happens to be a double knock out of a time when you wake up the next morning and instead of trying to remember somebody’s last name, you look up from your pillow and see a familiar ring on a familiar hand. Instead of wondering what happened that night, it’s cool to just pass back out. Sure you’re bound to hear about the funny things you said (or did) but really, who cares? He’s your husband.