It’s never a good look when you’re getting nods and winks from the hardware man at Bunnings…
So, my husband and I broke our bed during sex. Don’t worry, it’s not as exciting as it sounds.
We were right in the middle of typical married-for-10-years sex in that it wasn’t anything exciting or out of the ordinary. There was no jumping, no hanging from the ceiling, no passion-filled screams…just quiet, generic sex but lovely none the less. My point is we weren’t doing anything that should have resulted in a broken bed.
We were both focused on, well, you know, when the sound of suddenly splitting wood interrupted our revere, then the side of the bed we were on slumped to the floor and my husband grabbed the headboard to stop us rolling off.
Our first thought was, "Did that wake the kids?" closely followed by, "Should we keep going, or stop and examine the broken bed?"
We chose to check the broken bed.
Our night-time amour had split the wood beam in two. But once again, not because we're all that adventurous in the bedroom. We discussed the situation and concluded the following events led the breaking of our marital bed:
* It is very old. We've had this bed for as long as we've been together;
* My husband is a shift worker and we don't always sleep at the same time, but that is the side of the bed we do sleep on when we are in bed because it is next to the side table that contains our phone charger. So that side is used more often than the other side;
* It's the side of the bed we sit on to put on shoes and socks, because it is next to our wardrobe;