Animal instinct
This is my first story here! I am 47 years old man, married with two kids. If you like the story and want to send comments, you can mail to [email protected]. I was getting amused as our laser printer kept spitting outputs from a very large file. I was aware that these elaborate MIS reports have become a monthly ritual in our office than be of any purpose to our management. However, I invariably took those countless printouts just to escape from the rage of my bullying boss. It did have one benefit anyway. I had nothing to do until the last page was printed out, giving me some time to browse the internet and read one of those nighttime stories. So there I was, reading another hot erotic story by one of my favorite authors. By the time I finished the first page, I was thoroughly aroused by the way, the writer had depicted the whole thing. Being at the wrong side of the 40s, sex had become a scarce commodity for me. Shanti, my wife was keener to be a good mother to my children than being the sensuous wife that she used to be once upon a time. With our limited resources, we could not manage a bigger house than what we had with just two bedrooms, a drawing room and a rather narrow kitchen. While both my sons used one bedroom, my wife and daughter had taken over the other leaving me sleeping on the drawing room sofa for years now. It was disgusting for me, as I had to resort to masturbating at the age of 46 while my wife was very much hale and healthy. ‘Not today,’ I told myself as I walked out of the office. I was horny and I needed sex very badly. I knew that my children might be at home but I somehow wanted to persuade my wife to have sex tonight under any circumstances. I was not sure as to how I can persuade my children to go out in some pretext or other even as I reached home. While I waited for the door to open, I was feeling more horny than every before. Shanti opened the door and her eyes quickly took a glimpse of the jasmine flowers wrapped neatly in a plantain leaf. She looked up and smiled as though she had understood what I was looking forward. “Where are the kids?” I asked curiously. The house was unusually silent on that day. “They have gone to some movie,” Shanti replied as she walked towards the kitchen. “They left around five.” Thank God, I told myself in utter relief. The house is going to be mine until ten. I tried to cool myself down a bit, as I realized that I had plenty of time. There was enough time for a quick shower after a nice hot cup of coffee. I can choose between either of the bedrooms now and my wife in all probabilities would never object. Just as I was changing to some casual wear, my cell phone rang. It was Shanti’s brother at the other end. “Hello, Daddy breathed his last around 5 pm. Can I talk to Shanti?” I was shocked, honestly. I feared my plans for the evening might fizzle out. I was so aroused that I could not think of anything else. I could not even feel sorry for my wife’s deceased father. “I am deeply sorry,” I spoke bringing some emotion into my voice. “Your sister is not at home at the moment. I will tell her and we will start at once.” For the next couple of minutes, until Shanti brought me a cup of coffee, I was in a dilemma. It looked as though the jasmine flowers were mocking at me. I looked up, gazed at my wife’s smiling face, and felt extremely sad for her. I knew that I cannot conceal the bad news to her but I was not sure about when I should reveal the news of her father’s demise. Nevertheless, after handing over the coffee, Shanti innocuously picked up the flowers and began putting it on her hair with a smile of content. That prompted my animal instincts to take over. I decided that I would not disclose anything to her until I quench my thirst for sex. I was in a hurry in the showers, praying that there should not be another call from anybody while I was in the bathroom. I looked down and watched my cock standing erect and rigid even after the few minutes I spent under the shower. As I came out of the bathroom, I walked straight towards my wife with just the towel on my waist. “Shanti,” I called out. She turned around and looked at me as though she was intrigued. “Yes! What is the matter?” I did not answer. I kept gazing at her nice tight body from years of dieting and yoga. Her beautiful face hardly showed any wear and tear of 20 years of marriage. Shanti’s body is a killer that really turns me on every time I watch her when nobody is around at home. Her perky breasts seemed like inviting me whenever she wears her favorite light colored blouses. “What does that look mean?” Shanti asked as she blushed. “It means that the house is all ours for now,” I replied. “Catch me if you can,” Shanti cracked as she began running past me like good old times. I impatiently threw myself across the drawing room and started to grapple with Shanti. She always enjoyed a little bit of cussing and clawing, not letting me to grasp her completely. My face was resting on her shoulder peeping into the top of her blouse gazing her cleavage. “I know where you are looking at now,” She said teasingly. “I am not going to stop with just looking,” I teased letting my hands move further to give them the access to her breasts. “I thought you might have forgotten all these things,” she laughingly said while my hands moved onto the top of her chest. My hard cock had stiffened further poking through my towel. “I never forget nice things,” I spoke grinding my teeth in excitement. I quickly cupped her beautiful breasts through the blouse. They felt as firm as ever before. Her nipples hardened under my touch. “Let’s go inside,” She whispered. I was more than willing. We got into the first bedroom and crawled onto the bed. I kept hugging her while she rolled over onto her stomach. Taken over by passion, I slowly inched up her saree and petticoat revealing her ass.