I am Mrs Mary Richards. I had only fucked one man, and he is my husband, Derek. That was until I met Max. I was 35 when I first met my younger lover
Max started working at the same firm as me. He was a very handsome 29;year old man with a lovely smile. He has a great sense of humour. He soon gained a reputation as a sex magnet. One of my single workmates confirmed that he had a 10 inch penis. She said that she hadn't slept with Max, but no one believed her.
Many of my lady workmates wanted to go out with him, including some married ones.
GRADUALLY FALLING IN LOVE
At first I wasn't sexually attracted to him. He seemed vulnerable and he actually listened, unlike my husband. One example, Derek made me feel that I was interrupting something really important. He was watching sport on TV. Its not that it was an important match or that it was at a critical stage. It seemed that some common or garden match was more important than I was.
Probably because he was a good listener, I liked being in Max's company. We had long conversations in our lunch breaks. The first warning sign was that I missed Max when he spent 2 days at our Cambridge office. When he went on holiday for a week it seemed he was away for more like a month. Each working day dragged.
Gradually Max and I got to discussing our deeper feelings. I felt comfortable telling him little things about Derek that I hadn't told anyone else. One example was our different views on holidays. Derek wanted to see football and rugby grounds, I wanted to see Art galleries. He actually pays good money for 'stadium tours'. He has loads of pictures of himself at British and continental stadiums.
Derek wanted to have our wedding reception at a football ground. Luckily it was too expensive so we had it in a 3 star hotel instead.
I told Max about Derek's lack of sexual performance, and how frustrating this was. I finally confessed to Max what I truly felt. It was the truth that no wife wants to feel.
A STREAM BURSTS.
I blurted out "My marriage isn't as great as I had hoped it would be. He is so self centered. I work, clean the house, cook his meals and he just watches sport on TV. Then he sometimes, when he is in the mood, allows me to have sex with him. Otherwise its a loud fart and then he dozes off. He then snores and it takes ages for me to get to sleep. I can't even wank in case I wake him up."
Max replied "I am sorry to hear that. We men can be such brutes. Have you tried having a date night?"
I was near to tears.
I said "Yes, and dressing sexily and all the other garbage tips that the internet gives us women. None of them worked. In fact they made me feel worse.
Here was I failing on these supposedly 'sure fire' solutions. Each failed attempt made me feel even more desperate. I began to think of myself as a failure. Each time I failed it chipped away at my self esteem. I even thought of ending it all."
Max looked concerned. I hadn't meant to reveal so much.
I said "Don't get too worried. It wasn't a serious, prolonged desire to end my life. It was just a fleeting thought. But it was worrying that I even had a fleeting thought.
I also hoped Derek would die. But of course I didn't really want him dead. For all his faults, I do love him. But I want the old, more attentive, more sexually active Derek back."
HIS FIRST KISS
Max put his arms round me. It wasn't sexual. It was one human being reacting to another human being who was desperate. But his act of kindness took me over the edge. I cried uncontrollably for a couple of minutes.
Max said, in the way Professor Higgins did in My Fair Lady, "You look lovely. Not at the minute of course with all those tears. But any man should be proud to be married to you. If I wasn't a confirmed bachelor I would marry you myself."
He lifted my head and gently kissed my forehead. It put the idea into my head that I could be romantically involved with Max. After I washed my face, we went back to our workplace. During my afternoon coffee break, I started thinking about Max as a sexual partner.
FANTASIES
I hoped that Max was also thinking of me sexually. I was the first to test the waters. We were alone in the staff room, eating our packed lunches and drinking coffees.
I said "I had a dream of being with a younger man in a hotel room. It was so intense and felt so real. When I woke up I was disappointed that it was only Derek laying beside me."
Max took the hint.
He said "Most people dream about what they want to happen. They are called 'wish fufillers'. It means that you actually want to have an affair."
He put his right hand on my left breast. I never stopped him. He had confirmation and so did I. He continued to fondle me.
I said "You better stop. Someone might come in and see us. We could get the sack."
He stopped and said "My main interest is exhibitionism. I have a sexual kink. I want to be watched as I fuck a woman. I want you to be that woman. You don't have to agree today. We can discuss it on Monday."
I blurted out "I don't need to wait. If that's the way you want us to fuck, then I'm game."
THE ARRANGEMENTS
Max had a lady friend, Liz, who had a venue where they made specialist porn films. That paid the rent. However she also used the venue so she and her friends could watch other people 'do the evil deed'. Voyeurism was for Liz's pleasure unsullied by commercial considerations. No one was charged for attending, or for participating
No one was allowed to film the bonking couple. They would leave, with only happy memories.
I had secretly hoped to experience a second sexual awakening. Now I had agreed to have it in public. I just couldn't resist the thought of helping Max to fulfil his fantasy. I wanted him to fill my cunt with his 10 inch cock.
I HAVE NO REGRETS
I didn't regret seizing this opportunity. Derek chose that night to be randy. As he huffed and puffed I lay there imagining Max's monster cock inside me.
I couldn't wait for the day when I would experience this forbidden pleasure. I no longer worried about Derek's infrequent lovemaking. Soon Max would fuck me.
MAX'S INSTRUCTIONS