The Terrace

I had been married to Amit for five years. Make that five barren years.

We werent the sort of couple to engage in sex as pleasure. For Amit, sex was a chore. At times a duty.

Even during passionate, racy scenes when the guy rips the underwear with his teeth, I would lust at the idiot box and Amit would get into the details. His nerdy job paid well. But the long hours meant, fatigue and sleeping pills. I got loneliness in return.

The local library and their exhaustive supply of Jackie Collins and Harold Robbins kept my desires at bay. At times I thought of taking the lead and forcing myself on him, but the response was dry and disinterested. I stoked fires with my fingers on most nights. There were times when I would lust after unsuspecting salesmen. And my need to show cleavage at parties increased.

At one such party, a pair of penetrating eyes, caught my need. At the dinner table, the same pair of eyes, checked me out. To me, that in itself was arousing. The pair of eyes were fixated on me the entire evening.  I caught a gold band on the ring finger and pushed my thoughts in the deepest recesses of my mind.

Four weeks later, rains lashed at our windows. I had to struggle to shut the French windows of the bungalow we lived in. The terrace was another matter altogether. Plants, the seating arrangement where I spent most of my time reading, were victims of nature’s fury.

That night a guest came home with Amit. It was Him. The penetrating eyes.

When I opened the door, I was half expecting to see a drenched Amit with his books. But this time it was different.

The men walked in and I lit a small candle of hope in my heart. His wife was not with him. It wasnt like I expected anything, but I thought an open button wouldn’t do any harm. And in such a cool weather there was no need for a dupatta.

Dinner was served. I sat opposite him, next to my husband. I was conscious of Amit’s presence and tried to act disinterested. I stole glances at him. Longing, lustful glances. At times our eyes would meet and there would be a connection, but I simply looked away and let him stare at me.

The men sat talking and I walked into my room, in the hope of some adventure. Flimsy lace covered my body. I dabbled extra perfume and prepared for the night.

Amit walked in, changed and decided to sleep. Same side of the bed. How I wished for some change, some surprise, some random desire. I had stopped hoping for anything new from him. But still.

I slept soundly. At 3, I woke up to a sound. It was from the kitchen. I wanted to wake up Amit, but I decided against it. Some sort of a gut feel.

I went down with a weird hope in my head. I don’t know why I wanted Him to be in the kitchen. Him who could capture me with just his eyes. Or maybe it was just because I was in need. Either ways Lust was making me do things that Love wasn’t able to.

And destiny played its card.

He looked wild, needy and desperate. His eyes were blood shot and he was staring like he was undressing me. I burned. I ripped my clothes to reveal the lace madness I had stocked in my closet.

I showed my greed and my vulnerability. My caves were throbbing and he hadn’t even touched me. I knew my pussy had creamed and I was screaming and burning inside. He grunted and pulled me towards him like a warrior. He was one. The hands that held me got me to throb and ache with pains that I hadn’t known. It was the pain of suppressing desires for far too long. It was the joy and sadness of doing it with someone who knew my needs and my madness.

He tore my panties–he licked me down there. I was dripping and moaning like there was no tomorrow. Then he pushed the tip of his member into me. My skin ached and I yelled in pain. I didn’t care about my screams, I just wanted to be satisfied. He removed it and I lunged on top of him asking for more. Begged, pleaded and yelled for it. I scratched him and the villain just smiled at my desperation. Then he pushed his flesh into my burning needy core and I went into the land of daze.

“Dont stop. Please please dont stop. Don’t you know how much I need this? Don’t you know that my core needs you. Don’t you tiger? Show me you’re an animal. Show me the wild you.”

And then he pushed me onto the floor. The man was an animal now. And he started pounding into me…

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We both caught our breath. He stopped to catch his breath. And then rammed his ravenous cock into me. My body was numb. Each fuck of his felt so strong and my muscles squeezed and expanded. The predator that he was he didn’t show any mercy. He dragged me into the veranda and we did it under the open skies. Like two long lost animals trying to satisfy each other and not bothering about a care in the world. The madness ended with the amazement of an orgasm.  I felt like a rag doll.

But years and years of waiting had paid off in a night of justified passion

~ by lonelyeyes on June 26, 2011.