Rough stuff lover rips off my panties to satisfy me

I’VE been married to my hubby for nearly nine years and our sex life has become a bit boring.

He’s a smashing guy in other ways but his bedroom moves are always the same.

We have a bit of foreplay, I give him a blowjob and then it’s the same old climb- on- do- it- roll- off routine.

The trouble is he’s too nice and doesn’t realise that all women want sometimes is some rough, dirty sex. That’s why I ended up having an affair with a guy in my office.

The first time f** ked it was amazing, everything I’d longed for. It was a Friday afternoon and everyone else had gone.

I kissed him passionately and he thrust his tongue hungrily in my mouth as I rubbed the bulge in his trousers.

He pushed the papers on my desk aside, threw me roughly over it, pulling my thighs apart and ripping off my panties.

He grinned wickedly as he unzipped his pants to reveal his hard cock. He grabbed my hair and pushed my head down and I took him eagerly in my mouth.

I sucked him hard until I could feel the surge of his throbbing climax in his balls.

It was hot and sweaty as he rolled me over and rammed his dick into my soaking vagina, shagging me doggy- style. I yelled at him to f** k me harder until I could feel an almighty orgasm swelling within me.

It wasn’t long before we were both climaxing and I felt completely satisfied and fulfilled for the first time in ages.

I’ve been seeing this bloke for three months and in many ways it’s helped my marriage as my need for wild uninhibited sex is being met.

But I can’t help feeling guilty and I am wondering whether I should confess all to my husband as I do really love him. What do you think?

Tess says…

MR, Middlesex

DON’T tell him – but you must try harder to sort out your problems.

I’M a 32- year- old man going through a sex- change op and I wondered if you could give me some advice on becoming a glamour model – once all my bits have been sorted out.

When I’m all dressed up people tell me I look sexy. During nights out at clubs, I always get loads of men chatting me up and wanting to take me home.

But when they get a grip of the meat and two veg, they go cold and run a mile.

Once I’m all woman, I’ll be the hottest girl in my town. Any help would be appreciated.

PC, Lancs