The pair have sex five times a week (Picture: Myles Goode) 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 Annie*, a 49-year-old woman who has been married to her husband for 12 years. The pair have one teenage daughter together — but Annie has a secret. She’s been having an affair with a man called Hardeep*, who is 16 years younger than her. The pair have sex about five times a week. ‘I met Hardeep by chance at a cash point, and there was an instant connection between us,’ she says. Annie gave the stranger her number, knowing deep down they were going to be more than friends. At the time, Annie was in the early stages of menopause and her husband, who had ‘never been into sex’ had no interest in being intimate. ‘Hardeep and I began texting on Whatsapp, initially just polite chitchat and stuff about our daily lives.’ ‘It was a phase of my life when I was constantly horny and thinking about sex. My husband had also put on three stone and I was starting to feel less attracted to him. ‘Hardeep has a lean body, neatly trimmed beard and beautiful skin. I hadn’t planned to start an affair, but it just happened.’ Their messages turned ‘saucy’ and they agreed to a date, kissing in his car afterwards. Since then they haven’t been able to keep their hands off each other, and Annie’s husband is none-the-wiser. Without further ado, here’s how Annie got on this week… The following sex diary is, as you might imagine, not safe for work. Monday I sleep in a separate bedroom to my husband. We haven’t had sex for more than three years now, and I prefer sleeping alone as the menopause means I’m awake and toss and turn. Today I can’t see Hardeep as he’s working away. We resort to raunchy messages instead. He starts by asking ‘Where are you? Alone?’ My husband has never asked to see my phone, but I don’t think he’s ever been jealous when it comes to me. I don’t think he suspects I have a lover, but I also wonder if he’d even care. I tell Hardeep I’m alone at my desk at my home, and I immediately get a text back. ‘Put your hand in your knickers. Imagine it’s mine. Are you wet?’ I send him a heart in return. Hardeep loves to take charge. ‘Now start rubbing yourself.’ He sends me a video of his hardness. I go to the bathroom and lock the door. ‘Switch on the video,’ he says and we both start with our faces but then move on to showing our private parts. Soon we both end up masturbating, happy, despite the distance. Orgasm comes easy. Tuesday Today I meet Hardeep at an art gallery. It was his idea. I give my family some vague story about meeting a friend, but they never ask anything more. I don’t really care what my husband thinks, but I would never hurt my daughter. It’s because of her that I would never leave — it would break her heart. As Hardeep and I admire the masterpieces I think how lovely it is that he can be very artsy at times, despite being a lawyer. It’s a huge space and we wander through the exhibits, laughing and flirting, with only eyes for each other. He touches my hand gently and then puts his hand on my neck. ‘I’m horny. Look.’ I can see the outline of his erection through his trousers, and immediately get turned on. I’ve never had such great sex and a connection before. On the way out, we see toilets. We both instantly think of the same thing. ‘I go in first. Then you knock,’ he says, smiling. It’s a disabled toilet and I feel bad. But, I’m too horny to let it bother me, so I step inside the cubicle. Hardeep pulls out his d**k. It’s hard and eager. ‘Bend over the sink, you’ll get it then, you naughty minx,’ he instructs. He immediately begins doing me from behind and we see each other from the mirror in front. I climax very fast and finish him off kneeling in front of him. When I get home I smile happily to myself. My husband looks at me but doesn’t say anything. I know my affair will end someday, but right now it’s the best thing that has happened to me. Wednesday Today, Hardeep has to take his mother to the eye doctor, and I’m working from home as I have some deadlines, so we can’t see each other. In the evening, he sends me sexy videos he took of us last time we met at a hotel. He lives with his very conservative parents so we can’t meet at his home. We both like taking close-up videos of us, when we are inside one another. My heads spins because he’s so intense and determined to please me.‘Ahead of tomorrow,’ he says with a wink emoji. Sometimes we talk about non-sexual things too. He likes to make fun of himself, which I find attractive. Sometimes he asks me if I would like to have a relationship with him, but we both know it’s an impossible idea because of our families. In the evening I cook dinner and think of Hardeep. Thursday We’ve booked a hotel for a few hours this afternoon. My husband is at work and my daughter is at a friend’s house. Hardeep messages me the room number and when I arrive, I pull up my dress at the door. ‘Look, no knickers,’ I grin. He immediately begins going down on me while removing his own clothing. He pulls me to bed and begins going down on me. It’s heavenly, but I want to feel him inside me. We have never used contraception, so he is quickly thrusting. I’m not fussed about getting an STI as most can be cured these days, and I’m pretty sure Hardeep isn’t shagging around. I’m not having sex with anyone else either, including my husband. I don’t need contraception because I am too old to conceive, and frankly I don’t care. He turns me over and whispers sweet nothings in my ear. We f**k for hours with me on top until it’s time for goodbyes. I only drag myself home when it’s time to cook dinner for my family. They chatter cheerily over dinner asking about my day but my mind is still in that room. Friday Hardeep and I meet briefly in a café on my way to work. He strokes my thigh under the table and I’m immediately ready. ‘Tomorrow you’re mine,’ he whispers and I smile as I wipe the cappuccino off his beard. I meet my friends in the evening. They ask me for any news, I just smile and say nothing new and mumble something about being a busy mum. Part of the thrill of Hardeep is that no-one knows. In our world, it’s just us two that exist, in a bliss of pleasure and devotion to one another. I haven’t told my friends because most of them would not understand. They are all happily married and cheating is not something they would approve of. And I want to keep Hardeep to myself. Saturday Hardeep and I take his car out and drive to the countryside. I tell my family I have a work meeting with a potential client. I rarely work on Saturdays but as a freelancer I take the work when I can, so it’s a believable lie. On the way, I pleasure him in the car and he nearly drives off the road.  We end up parking the car in a remote layby where I straddle him in the seat. It feels incredible, both illicit and sweet, a bit teenagery. I love how he always makes sure I am looked after. We then agree to go for a hike in the forest but end up having a quickie in the bushes. He puts his coat down on the ground and lifts up my dress. We don’t remove any of our clothing, apart from our underwear. Then I climb on top. All around us, the birds are chirping and the nature is wild, like our love making. We brush the leaves off our clothes and drive back to the city. I don’t ever feel bad about having an affair since my husband simply rejects me and pays no attention to me. I became like an old living room chair that just sat there each day but was not seen.  Maybe he has someone, too. We never talk about these things as our relationship is more like a friendship with no physicality whatsoever.  Maybe what I’m doing isn’t normal, but frankly I don’t care, life’s short. Sunday Today I’m a good mother and wife. I tidy the house and prepare Sunday lunch for my family. I make sure they have their lunches prepped for the week and all laundry is folded away. I do the chores happily, my time with Hardeep is my private reward. We end up watching a movie as a family. I don’t remember the name of it, nor what happened. I exchange a few texts with Hardeep but today I’m existing in my other world, where he has no space. Only few more years and my daughter will go to college, and after that, maybe I’ll finally leave my husband and be alone. Being in another real relationship with a man is not what I want. I have already been a wife, carer, mother. I just want to enjoy my body while I’m still in my prime. Do you have a story you’d like to share? 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