UK mum-of-five reveals she has sex twice a day
A mother of five kids claims she has sex twice a day, on one occasion managing to sneak it in 16 times in 24 hours.
You could be forgiven for thinking mum-of-five Michelle Haslam, 36, didn’t get a moment to herself.
With all her kids aged 18 and under - and two living at home with her and partner Andy Tyler-Fisher, 32 - she ought to be up to her neck in dirty washing and plates.
And she is … but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have time to have sex with full-time gardener Andy who she hopped into the sack with on their first meeting.
The randy couple are at it at least twice a day - and sometimes as often as eight times.
As studies revealed the stress of lockdown caused couples to cut back on making love, and sex drives to plummet, Michelle has revealed how she has kept her relationship blossoming …
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I had just ended a 13-year relationship when I met my now fiance, Andy, now 32, in January 2016 via a dating website.
Feeling bitter about blokes, I wrote exactly what I wanted in a partner … and didn’t pull any punches.
“I’m sick of men, they’re vile. They can all bugger off,” I posted on local love site Black Country Dating.
Apparently Andy, who then lived in Bridgnorth, Shropshire, thought it was funny because he responded and we started chatting.
Just the odd back-and-forth but a week later he drove the hour to my home in Old Hill, near Birmingham, armed with a shed load of booze.
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I don’t know why - maybe he thought I was an alcoholic - but we got on like a house-on-fire and chatted away easily for hours.
It sounds cheesy, but for me at least it was love at first sight.
“This is the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with,” I thought, as we swapped stories about our school days, old jobs, failed relationships and kids - I was mum to college student Jason, now 18, Dominic, now 13, and Alex, 10 - who live with their dad - whereas he was dad to Drew, now eight.
And, needless to say, within a couple of hours - conversation out the way and many drinks down - we were at it like rabbits.
“You are so fit,” I moaned, ripping off his clothes. That first date we spent three days in bed, only emerging for food. We had sex six times - I counted.
We officially got together a month later on Valentine’s Day, 2016, and just one month later I started feeling really sick …
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Yep, you’ve guessed it, I was pregnant with our daughter Rosie, now three.
To be honest it was hardly a surprise with the amount of time we spent under the covers. We were having sex at least six times a day in various positions and places. Recounting my escapades to pals, they thought it was great.
“You’re like a machine,” they cracked up.
Andy still lived an hour away and was working full time as a gardener at a nursery, but would drive back and forth for sex, knowing I was desperate for him.
I was on the pill but must’ve forgotten to take one … I had filthier things on my mind.
Nevertheless, there was never any doubt I was going to keep our girl and Andy was so supportive, despite the relationship being so new.
He decided to move in and pregnancy didn’t quash my sex drive - if anything it increased it.
After scans - turned on by Andy being so loving and paternal as we watched our baby grow - we’d race home to get to it. Sometimes we were so horny we’d pull over to woodland and do it right there against a tree as nearby traffic roared past … it was a miracle we were never caught. The danger of it excited me.
Still, my mates thought it was hilarious - and promised it would change.
“You’re in the honeymoon stage,” one said, whereas another warned me once the baby arrived the only thing that would be getting up in the night would be me - for another feed.
At that point my lads had gone to live with their dad, although they did occasionally visit. So we had plenty of time alone as a couple.
But I was warned aching breasts, 5am wakeup calls and lugging a newborn about would put pay to any thoughts of nookie.
“I didn’t go near my boyfriend until my youngest was two,” confessed one friend, while another admitted she only had sex once a month after becoming a mum.
And I looked online at surveys which confirmed the average married couple made love about once a week.
The very thought of reducing my sex life to such low numbers filled me with dread. I’d always had a high sex drive and fancied Andy so much; surely a baby couldn’t change that?
And, during my pregnancy, it didn’t. By nine months, sporting a huge baby bump, I was as turned on as ever.
One weekend, approaching the 40-week mark, we made love eight times in one night - and eight the next day.
We slept in fits and bursts. “It’s good practice for when the baby arrives,” I claimed, looking at Andy’s exhausted face and feeling a bit guilty … but mainly turned on.
6lb 8oz Rosie arrived a week earlier at Birmingham City Hospital on March 9, 2017 at 8.20am - I’d gone into labour at 5am, hours earlier I’d been having sex.
A natural birth, I didn’t bleed at all - it was really easy. I fell in love with Rosie - who was the spit of her dad.
She was an easy, happy baby which is why, a week after her arrival - and despite being a bit sore down there, I felt okay having sex.
That night we did it twice - and haven’t stopped since.
I looked at health guidelines and there’s nothing direct about when you should have sex after labour, although some people say six weeks, but my health visitor said as long as I felt I could manage it it was all right.
A year ago, when Rosie was two, Drew moved in with us permanently.
So now we have a child at nursery and one at school. Andy works full-time, I’m a stay-at-home mum. I cook, clean, help with homework, make dinner and potty train.
But I will always - and I mean always - have sex twice a day.
The only time I haven’t done it twice in one day is the week after giving birth.
We do it all around the house, sometimes in the morning but usually in the evening. It lasts for around an hour a time and afterwards we will rest for a bit and then start again.
Sure, we are behind on our Netflix box sets, but I think what we’re doing is a lot more fun.
As soon as the kids are fed and in bed, I give him the eye, the clothes come off and we are at it.
We do it everywhere. A favourite is in the bathroom, but we’ve christened the stairs, hall and shower too.
If it’s dark we might go outside; we bought a hot tub for this very reason.
And when the baby was very little I’d feed her, jump back into bed and shake him awake for a quickie. It’s good for you isn’t - creates endorphins?
Sometimes we’ll hire a babysitter and have nights out or weekends away.
On those occasions we really go to town.
We’ve done it in a hotel swimming pool and fooled around on the landing of every floor of a hotel (and the lift too).
Despite our adventurous streak, we’ve never been caught. My mates think it’s mad that, despite being parents to five - with two at home - we have sex at least 14 times a week.
But we’re both naturally high energy and to be honest if it’s a toss up between sleep and sex, I would always choose sex.
I know some people are jealous but if you really want to make love to your partner every day you can - you just need to be inventive.
Grab a quickie over the kitchen table while the kids are watching telly in the next room or sneak in the shower with one another in the morning - just set your alarm 20 minutes earlier.
I’m a full time mum and I love my kids. But I’m also a sex addict - and I’m not afraid to admit it.
Andy said: “How to find the time to manage the kids and my sex life? Well I have a lot of willpower.
“I also love my family and love Michelle to pieces.
“Whatever I am doing I always manage to keep everything going and keep everyone happy.
“We are doing it all the time in mad places, obviously when the kids aren’t with us.
“I don’t know where my energy comes from.
“Even when I was a kid I was a fidget. I was always on the go. I know Shell thinks I am great … but my mum says I am going to kill myself.
“It’s Shell’s fault really, she keeps me up all night.”
This story originally appear on The Sun and has been republished with permission