Evelyn says her sex life is ‘through the roof’ (Picture: Myles Goode/Getty)

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 Evelyn*, a 45-year-old woman, who has been married for 15 years.

The mum-of-three used to have sex once a month on average but, since going on HRT, Evelyn’s libido has shot ‘through the roof’.

She says: ‘For the past year I have felt moody, anxious, and kept waking up in the night drenched in sweat – my vagina also felt as dry as sandpaper.

‘Our weekly shag had dwindled to monthly, and most months it didn’t even happen. I couldn’t have cared less if I ever had sex again, but I went to the doctor and she explained it was perimenopause.

‘She prescribed me oestrogen patches, gel and micronised progesterone in tablets. Now, about six months after starting the treatment my sex drive has well and truly returned!’

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

Monday

The minute our three sons walk out the door, I bolt the door behind them and dash back upstairs.

When I hear the shower running in our en-suite I can barely get my pyjamas off quick enough before jumping into the cubicle next to my husband, Adam*, pushing my hard nipples against his chest.

He pushes himself inside me and the intensity of the moment means we both quickly climax.

I barely register the cold wall tiles on my back or the fact the dog is barking incessantly to be let out downstairs.

Adam looks like the cat who has got the cream, especially as shower sex has been a fantasy of his for years now. It was something we both enjoyed before having our three children, but the small matter of parenting and the menopause, meant it’s something we haven’t done for over a decade until today.

Tuesday

Adam has gone into his office this morning and all I can think about is how fit he looked when he kissed me goodbye.

Yesterday’s shower excitement was so out of character that I can’t stop re-running it in my head. Part of me feels annoyed – that I’ve wasted so many years being too knackered or moody for exciting sex.

I message hubby to ask what time he will be home, keen for more of the same, but he replies saying he will be late.

So I go to bed and try to wait up for him, but next thing I know it’s morning and he’s laying in bed next to me snoring!

Wednesday

It’s 6:15am which gives us half an hour before we have to get ourselves and the boys up for school and work.

Reaching over to Adam my hand creeps down his stomach towards his groin and within seconds his eyes are open and he’s hard. It’s still dark so I don’t even feel self-conscious about my wobbly bits as I slip my pyjama bottoms down and roll on top of him.

We have fast, frantic sex which leaves us both gasping for breath, sweating and surprised. Afterwards, Adam asks if I’m okay, as he gently points out that for us, sex twice in less than a week is very out of character.

I explain that I have been to the GP and was prescribed HRT for my perimenopause symptoms. He looks surprised and says he didn’t realise people as ‘young’ as me need it, but he definitely isn’t complaining!

Thursday

I forgot to set my alarm last night and we have all overslept so, after scrambling to get everyone fed and out the door for school, Adam races off to work, barely having time to kiss me goodbye.

It’s a slow day at work, and all I keep thinking about is wanting more sex and how pleasurable it is.

For the past few years, when we had sex I’d always feel so dry down there – it had been more of a case of getting through it, rather than enjoying it. I’m relieved it’s so different now.

Adam and I only see each other briefly when he gets home from work because I head straight out for dinner with friends. When I tell them about my sex life they are all screaming and giggling with excitement.

Friday

Adam’s working from home today in his office in the garden. At lunchtime I pop down there and, when I see he isn’t on a call, I hitch up my skirt and straddle him.

He protests a lot at first: “what if the neighbour’s see?” and that he has a call soon.

Now though, wondering if the neighbours can see or if the postman will walk past makes it all the more illicit and exciting. Unlike in the past where it’s taken me a while to warm up, I am so ready that he slips in easily and it isn’t uncomfortable at all.

After a while, I realise I’m not going to climax in that position so I climb off and lay back on his desk instead and neither of us last long after that, both climaxing at the same moment – and both very loudly.

Saturday

Adam and I go to a morning spinning class at our local gym. Normally when he’s sweaty I don’t want to be anywhere near him.

Today though, I find it unusually attractive. So much so that, after the class, I pull him into one of the toilet cubicles and promptly lock the door behind us.

‘What the hell are you doing….?’ he starts, before taking one look at the cheeky glint in my eye and realising.

Peeling our sweaty gym gear off isn’t easy but we manage it and people walking past adds an extra thrill.

As he pushes me up against the closed door and puts his hand over my mouth to stifle my moans it feels like we are twenty-somethings again – passionate and frenzied.

Back home after our ‘workout’ and showers, even Mum comments on what a healthy ‘glow’ my gym session has given me!

I’ve since learnt that sex in public is, in fact, illegal – so we’ll be opting for private spaces only in future!

Sunday

There’s no sex this morning because we have to get the boys to their rugby games and the thought of my Mum and Dad, who are staying with us, laying in the next room door is a turn-off.

That evening though, we take the opportunity to light the fire in the living room and watch a film. We haven’t had a fire for ages because it always brought me out in a hot sweat, but since being on the HRT I haven’t suffered with hot sweats at all.

We snuggle up under a blanket on the sofa and barely get half an hour into the film before we start kissing passionately. Things quickly escalate and we get down onto the rug and do it hard and deep in missionary.

It’s so intense and primal that neither of us mind it’s over in minutes.

When we go to bed I notice the carpet burns up my back and can’t help but feel like a naughty teenager again!

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