"And what remained was us - bare and raw and wildly intent on copulating until our minds went blank." This is maybe an awkward sentence for a pram-pushing mum, but writing it really feels good, you can believe me.

When Aldo undressed, I was watching Beatrix. And there it was - the existential shudder I know so well, which shook her ever so slightly at his sight, accompanied by a clearly audible moan. I have mentioned before that Aldo has the largest cock I have ever seen this side of photoshop, and each time I see it, it's bigger again than I had expected. It's not that it keeps growing, I think my mind is just not large enough to keep the memory of it.

When you now imagine what was bound to follow, with your pornographically trained minds, you will certainly open your mental file for "Threesome" and think we were equally artistic at trying to find always new acrobatic positions and ways to fill as many holes as possible in a given moment. Me on her, as he on me and so on.

Go on thinking about it for a little longer and enjoy, but then be prepared for disappointment. It was different.

When you write, how do you expect your audience to be? Certainly like this, and I quote from a PM I found tonight:

"I am so pleased you screwed Aldo, was it as enjoyable as it used to be? How did Beatrix feel about Aldo afterwards?
Does Phillip still get horny when you relate to him what happened? Will you flesh out what happened in your next blog please? Your ever faithful Alpinist, D."

On the other hand, you're right, By-the-Sea, I am writing in instalments again and expect my readers to follow the thread, instead of giving them the chance to understand what it is all about when they only look in once - so what I write might look like a riddle at times, I admit.

It was a lovely, warm Saturday afternoon when Aldo arrived (he even took along some flowers for me). We had sent Beatrix' daughter and Alpinita to see Aunty Angelika in town, so we were alone and lying on deck-chairs near the pool. We must have been a sight, though Aldo was cool as ever: two nudes and he in his best suit, nibbling some biscuits from the village shop and having espressos.

Then we moved inside into my bedroom, which was not really mine any more. There was a smell I was not familiar with in my bed - very different from what it is like when a man sleeps there, different from what I was used to. But never mind, Aldo would certainly make a change to the all female atmosphere, and when he undressed, he made our usual lives vanish in a vague haze of forgetfulness, and what remained was us - bare and raw and wildly intent on copulating until our minds went blank.

"Did you or did you not?" that is the question I was asked in a PM I found this morning from someone who pointed out that "the plot thickens and so does a certain part of my anatomy as I wait to hear more". So good to know that literature can still change the world - and if only that it affects and moves certain anatomical parts.

I did, is the short answer.

The long answer for those who have time to read goes as follows: Saturday came and with it Aldo. I guess hardly anyone remembers that on my Polterabend, the evening before my wedding, the girls had presented me with a photo of Aldo's cock, to have something to hold to should there be times in my married state when I forgot what cocks can look like (I never did). I had showed it to Beatrix so she knew what was coming her way and this had definitely quickened her heart-rate.

I must say time also affects Aldo. He has put on weight considerably in the last two years (who hasn't) and so he reminded me a little of a lazy old tom-cat (Aldo is not old, though). He was visibly pleased to see me again and his embrace was heartfelt and warm. I had told him on the phone of course that I would bring Beatrix and what I thought she would like to experience. And as Aldo is a dear and cannot say no to me, I knew he would comply - with his usual condition, mind you: that he could also have me.

The weather this weekend was so wonderful and I was totally overwhelmed when I saw my house and my garden, and the pool, that we enjoyed staying longer - actually I have just come home, and Alpinita fell asleep immediately. Phillip is at work, but I am looking forward to him coming home in the late afternoon (have a guess why).

I am so glad: Helene is looking after my place very well, and all is like it has to be. A woman has moved in, who she lives with and is her lover, and she seems to have a green thumb, as we say: she can make plants grow and be wonderful by just talking to them. And she seems to be a hard worker and like this a lot. Helene beamed proudly when I praised her for her care, and so did her friend, who I immediately liked a lot.

Thursday had begun rather disappointingly, though, because Aldo had phoned he couldn't make it on that day. He said Saturday would be better and after a call to Beatrix I told him we would stay in Vorarlberg unto then and expect him after lunch to coffee and cake. So we were without Aldo on Thursday, but we didn't mind much. Although it was not really sunny, we spent a lot of time outside and often swam in the pool - as usual all in the nude - you might have liked to look over the fence, guys. Helene and Berta, her friend, Beatrix and her teenage daughter and your humble narrator - and our all girls' event was just good, good, good.

I do the same, bluecat, I go back, say, to page 25 and read it attentively and ask myself: was that me? I seemed to be so different then when I compare to now. Unfocused in a way, and unpredictable. School put a lot of pressure on me. I wanted to be good, if not better than just simply good, and I did everything to succeed. And it worked. But at a price. Beyond school I just ran wild. When I was out of my business suit and left respectability behind, I craved for release - and this was sex in all its forms and colours.

I seem much more satiated now. Like our well-fed cat on the sofa purring. But sometimes in a clear warm night, she leaves her resting place and slips out into the dark, for a time of excitement and hunts. Oh how I envy her.

Yes, I know I am a married mother, and so is Beatrix. I know we are supposed to be nest-building, pram-pushing, latte macchiato-drinking beings with strictly marital sex lives. And yet? And yet?? I will never be as young again as now, and I will only live once. So don't judge me - I am not totally domesticated yet. Let's follow my body for once and switch off the mind. The body never lies, they say, so lets see where it is going to take me this week.

I was in a Zuerich roadside café the other day with my friend Beatrix and we were chatting about the world as a whole and men in particular when she asked me if I had ever come across one with a really, really large cock - herself not exactly being overindulged by such a view from her husband's side.

I could say I certainly had - remembering my friend Aldo, who used to come to the swingers club with me at times (when I still did such things). And some of you who have read all of my blog (there are some, it makes me so happy) might remember what happened when I made him meet my friend Elsie. So I told her of Aldo, and Beatrix got fairly excited about what she got to hear.

To make it short: next Thursday, when there is a Catholic holiday, and people in Zuerich work, but not those in Vorarlberg, the two of us will travel there to have a look if everything is ok with my house and garden - and: I have invited Aldo for a drink for old times' sake.

Why just talk about something one might be able to see with one's own eyes?

This is my one thousand and first blog entry - I didn't even notice my jubilee last time. If I take 30 minutes for one entry (usually more), a workday of 8 hours, a work-week of 5 days, then I have been blogging for close to 13 weeks or almost a quarter of a work year. And all to tell you of my life, my ailments and my pleasures. If you have read all, it must have been the equivalent of a few hundred book pages. Imagine: probably more than "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" or "Anna Karenina". Thanks, dear readers and friends, for still looking in here now and then.

What bliss - a sunny warm Sunday and life is wonderful. I was swimming in the early morning (8 o'clock), then I prepared a lovely Whitsun breakfast outside with smoked salmon, toast and Italian Prosecco - me just in my bikini and Phillip already in his suit as he was due to meet some Swiss top-shot for an interview (good lord, on a Sunday ...)Then the little one and I were in the garden a bit, pulling some weeds and admiring whatever beauty nature offers. Now she is asleep and this gives me time for some written English - which I have been missing a lot I must admit.

"I wish for you to create a brother for Alpinita. Take your time, it may happen. You will always be a good friend", is what I could just find in a PM - isn't this great? What else do you need for a happy life than a safe and wonderful place to stay, a loving family, some good friends and sun on your skin? I know not all can be so happy, but I hope you can find something which warms your heart, too, my readers and friends.

It's still a bit chilly inside, my bikini is not enough in my study yet (Yes, one can see it!) I better go outside with a book and enjoy the sun. Have a good Sunday, and kissing you all !

There are a handful of people who still know me - so nice. In this fast-living time with changes all around! Speaking of changes: Phillip gave me an iPhone to my birthday (15 May). Now I am playing with it constantly. Do you know any good apps?

Oh well, it was my 42nd birthday - and I am definitely not young any longer. As I always say: I am as old as Kylie Minogue and look at her pictures. But now I have seen a paparazzi picture of hers, which was taken spontaneously: and what could you see? Elderly skin and wrinkles. That's her when not photoshopped! And that's me: unphotoshopped, either. So you know what I mean.

Outside the sun is shining - the first time this May. As soon as Alpinita finishes her beauty-sleep, we'll go outside and enjoy the sun for a bit. I haven't been naked on a lawn for much too long. Fortunately there are dense bushes and trees all around the garden - no-one will mind me.