A US woman has written a book about the unusual gift she gave her husband for his 40th birthday – 365 nights of sex.
High-flying PR exec Charla Muller, from North Carolina, hit upon the idea for her salesman husband Brad, now 42, and has written a book about the year.
Here’s some of the excerpts printed in The Sun:
“When I offered my husband sex every day for a year to celebrate his 40th birthday he literally fell over. After hearing the words, Brad slipped on a toy on the floor and landed with a thud. As I had spent so long thinking about an exciting present that I thought he would love, I was confident he would say yes. But to my astonishment, Brad refused my offer. He said: “It’s a great idea, I just don’t think you really mean it.”
Being intimate at night meant we worked better as a couple during the day. Our house ran better because we were more agreeable. Having sex regularly made me start looking around, wondering who else was getting good loving. Is it the good-looking women or the regular mums – like me?
Looks can be very deceiving. Sometimes I don’t shave my legs and have stinky breath, but Brad still finds me sexy.
I worried our sex every day arrangement may become a routine, like brushing my teeth or having a shower. On the third month, Brad had to call it a day during one session. “We’ve been doing it for 88 days straight,” he said. “I don’t think I have it in me. After all, there’s always tomorrow.”
After six months of the gift, we both worried whether it was possible to keep things new and exciting. I didn’t have the energy to constantly spice things up. Before, just having sex was new and exciting. Now we had to turn it up a notch to get out of the land of run-of-the-mill sex, to the kingdom of earth-shattering, wake-the-neighbours sex.
But we were nearing the end of our agreement, and although all I wanted to do was crawl under the covers and go to sleep, I realised: Sometimes you gotta do it when you just don’t want to.
It was just like spending Christmas with your in-laws or cheering on a football team you couldn’t care less about. “Let’s get on with it,” I muttered to Brad. “Just close your eyes.” Brad sighed, and did just that.
The day after Brad’s 41st birthday I was giddy with excitement, relieved and ebullient that I didn’t have to have sex every day. I bounced around the house, singing: “I did it, I did it,” under my breath.
I was deeply satisfied that I had carried the present through.”