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Posted on: Oct 17, '08

The urge...

The first thing Amar noticed when he opened his eyes that sultry morning were the dancing rays of light on the ceiling. The curtains were drawn but the window panes had parted ways some time during the night, making a pencil thin gap that allowed the breeze to step inside. Devoid of all this, Nisha, his wife slept on the bed, snoring softly. The lights on the chandelier were now a soft yellow.

Amar was tempted to kiss her on her forehead but thought not to. Last night he felt “like it” and both of them went through it like they did these days, without much passion. He felt a pang of guilt too for he kept remembering Sunita, his office colleague, while having sex. Was Nisha also thinking about someone else? The thought crossed his mind. He also had the urge to have sex at this moment. He remembered telling Nisha, how much he loved having sex early in the morning.

“You must be nuts”. Pointing at his head, she said.

They did try doing that once or twice but Nisha was very fastidious about certain things. For her to indulge in sex without being clean was a big no-no. She would brush her teeth, make him brush too! And by the time that was done, both would lose interest.

Just then he heard a knock on the door. It was their daughter Nidhi. She needed some money as there was a birthday of her best friend from college. He gave her some and bid her bye. Then came in and sat on the bed.

These days, sex between him and his wife had become very monotonous. Nisha wasn’t very interested in exploring, as she used to, until some years ago, when both of them were younger. As the years passed by, their awareness towards it began to wane and it remained as just any other thing in life.

Amar was driving to office when his cell beeped. It was his friend Shashank.

“So? Are you joining us over this weekend at least, you home bird?” He asked mockingly.

“Oh God…not again!” Amar thought.

“Let’s see…” His voice trailed.

“I was about to tell you that please don’t say those words. You’ve been saying them once too often, have you noticed?” Shashank was clearly irritated.

“I am sorry yaar, you know me. I love to spend weekends with my family”. Amar tried to justify but in vain.

“You mean to say all of us don’t? Don’t kid yourself dear. How much will you keep holding on to your family and for how long?” A tone of exasperation was evident in Shashank’s voice.

“True…but…”Amar didn’t know what to say further.

“One more thing. Sunita is coming with us this time…with some of her other friends…”

“Hello…you there? I know how much you like her you drill master! You stare so much at her, you must have dug holes in her back by now, Hehe! Shashank chukled.

“But the best part is Sunil says she is good you know…” Shashank was clearly enticing him in to saying yes…

“Bastard!”… Swearing under his breath, Amar just switched the cell off.

All his friends were almost his age and he knew them from his college days. The “Lousy Forty’s”, as they loved calling it! In their opinion, Forty’s was that time of life, when the youth in you has taken a back seat and all you can do is watch the world go by. Standing in the center of a Merry-go-round won’t be any simpler!

As he reached office, he couldn’t help but notice the change of hair style of the receptionist. This was one thing even he felt amazed with, his ability to mark anything new.

“It’s alright if for a change, you just ignore anything that you notice dear, people aren’t exactly waiting for your glance you see?” Nisha would even tease him thus.

And he would laugh aloud. True, people hardly took his surprised look seriously but that didn’t deter him from noticing.

As he entered the office, he met Sunita. She looked stunning as always. Her dress sense was just cool as she knew what looked good on her. And that fragrance, it could kill a man! On another day, he would feel the urge to hold her in his arms but as he remembered Shashanks words, he felt guilty to even reciprocate to her smile. Instead, he quietly proceeded to his cubicle.

He was noticing a change in himself these days. Was he thinking too much about the other sex? Or was it only a temporary feeling? Which would pass in due time? He didn’t know, he didn’t dare to imagine, for it to stay any longer. It wasn’t the attraction that he felt; it was more than just that. What worried him was his urge for sex that was on the rise. These days, he felt ‘like it’ more often. Not with his wife only but with other women. For him that was a cause for concern. He gave it some thought. Was he not having enough sex? True, sex with his wife had become sluggish. But that was no reason why he would feel this way, he knew that. Then why the urge to have it with other women surfaced once too often, he couldn’t fathom. Was it because of the Internet browsing? Were all those flaming figures, for him to see at just a click causing this? He couldn’t find a rational answer.

He spoke to Nisha about it, albeit half heartedly but she was a little apathetic. She attributed it to his new wardrobe, especially those Polka dotted shirts, which had him under a spell, making him look younger and think the same too! She had very cleverly evaded his real query by letting it pass, thus avoiding the expression of her honest view. And that pained him. He loved her the most and didn’t want to spark any worry in her mind.

Did it have something to do with his childhood? The memories began to flood his mind…

As a ten year old kid, Amar was the youngest of three children. Fair, short but stout, he was adored by his two sisters, especially the eldest Shubhada. Since the time she failed in her tenth twice, she pursued a diploma course in sowing. His other sister was in school studying. Their Mother and Father both worked at a job and so Amar was taken care of by Shubhada and she loved doing it. Amar would generally come home by five in the evening but that day a Teacher passed away and the children were asked to leave earlier. As Amar knocked on the door, the door opened. It wasn't closed from inside. He called out to Shubhada once but upon not getting an answer, removed his shoes and walked inside the house. What he saw froze him to the ground. His mouth agape, he stood staring at his sister, looking in the mirror, her back at him.

He didn't know what to do at that moment and in his bewilderment, the bag slipped to the floor. Startled, she turned to see who it was, her face turning a deep red. A sound escaped her mouth as she gathered her clothes and ran inside the kitchen. His heart hammered against his chest and with trembling feet, he walked towards a chair and slumped in it. His mouth went dry and he needed some water but didn't have the courage to get up and fetch it.

Shubhada appeared from the kitchen, fully dressed. To his astonishment, she looked more composed than him.

"You look so tired. You must wash your face and sit to do home work. I will get you something to eat." She said with a smile. It was his first encounter with the body of a Woman…

From that day onwards, he began developing in to a first rate voyeur. Peeping through doors that were ajar, he would watch Women, Girls, whether dressed or otherwise.
Amar developed an attraction towards the other sex rather early in life. With a personality that would give a complex to other boys, the girls were found swooning over him. It wasn’t long, before he began having sex with some of them. Years passed by and he grew in to a Man for whom Women were mere toys. Play with them but only until you find a new one. His male friends would take a jab at him saying his behavior was unethical and he would shrug it off, thinking they were actually jealous of him, which was true to an extent.

His thought chain was broken by the beep on the cell, it was Nisha. They met at the Infinity Mall. While she was busy buying a few things like some oil and lotions, he was walking along, looking at some ready-mades. But he refrained from buying any. Later, they were joined by Nidhi and the three of them had dinner at their favorite eatery joint.

The first thing Amar noticed when he opened his eyes that sultry morning were the dancing rays of light on the ceiling. The curtains were drawn but the window panes had parted ways some time during the night, making a pencil thin gap that allowed the breeze to step inside. The lights on the chandelier, fiery last night, were now a soft yellow but retained the glow of last night. It was a sizzling night alright, he reminisced, when he and Nisha, enjoyed sex like never before. And each time their bodies began to rendezvous, they discovered a new facet of their persona.

But what made that night special was the initiative taken by Nisha. She had surely read what was going on in his mind for all these days. And it amazed Amar, for it was because of her, that he was overcoming this feeling of uncertainty. She even tried some new ways to express, to satiate. And it was Amar, who for once seemed in awe of her new found prowess in making love. Where did she learn all this? His questioning nature worked over time. Although Nisha was dripping with joy, she didn't fail to notice what passed his mind. But she ignored it at that moment and indulged herself in teasing him, alluring him, seducing him.

Amar discovered another aspect of Nisha’s persona that night. Each time they made love, she appeared new to him. Her hair tied one time; she would loosen them next. He massaged her feet with oil, giving her the immense pleasure of foreplay. They even played Scrabble, nude. The night melted in to dawn. And they slept in each others arms.

As Amar was getting up to make some Tea, Nisha put her arms around him and pulled him towards her. It was time for the early morning spell.

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notjustart said:
Thanx patriot, I am happy that you liked it!

November 20, '08

thepatriot2008 said:

beautiful read!! so close to life...not an element of artificiality!! kudos!!buddy!
TC

November 20, '08

notjustart said:

Thank you creative...thanks!

October 31, '08

creativefront said:

Well done. Nice story.
Thanks Chandra Shekhar for sharing it.

October 30, '08

notjustart said:

Thank you Joyze for this lovely comment, I appreciate!

October 29, '08

Joyze said:
Really enjoyed this read.
Gentle and informative.
Men should open up and allow their inner thoughts on their own sexuality to be known.

October 29, '08

kaps0601 said:
real good one .. good perspective of relations too :)
Reminds me of many things but yes lovely !!!

October 23, '08

ladyinred17 said:
That was a wonderful read. Some facts stated here, this boredom can set in couples married for quite sometime.

Thanx for sharing my post, it makes a difference to someone who is new on the site.

tc.

October 21, '08

kishore2869 said:
It is real depiction of conjugal relationship.All couples should get inspiration from this story...
Anice presentation....
Thanks for sharing sis...

October 19, '08

suchislife_ia said:
Interesting view and so real to life.It is perhaps the story of every one of us. Wonderful writing!

October 19, '08

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