Max and Derek - Sex Stories

Max and Derek

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 ...