The Animal

The Animal.

If you have ever studied the animal kingdom, or even watched one of those TV programmes narrated by David Attenborough, you will know that the main task of any male animal is to mate with as many females as possible, to spread his genes far and wide. Some species, Lions for example, will even kill the cubs of other male Lions before mating with the females of the pride.

When you look at it, humans are just another species of animal on this planet of ours. I accept that civilisation has in many ways made us more intelligent and clever; given us the power to reason, allowed us to step foot on the moon, develop medicine, all sorts of tech, but when you look more closely, we are still not far removed from the cave man who would mate with any female he could lay hands on. He would of course try to keep any other male at arm's length, to make sure he kept his harem to himself, and not let some sneaky bastard tap a few of his ladies while he was out hunting or otherwise occupied.

Females would of course look on it from a slightly different angle. Back when we all wore animal skins, she would look to mate with the strongest and fittest male she could find. Her aim was to raise strong healthy children, so weaklings need not apply when it came to breeding with her.

Over the last several thousand years, things have become a little more complicated. Many of the big fit and healthy "Jocks" might have an IQ of a fish. Yes, they were impressive specimens to look at but when it comes to providing for the "little woman at home" they were often restricted to manual employment with not much hope of progression up the greasy pole. The "nerd" or "geek" however, while often not much to look at, quite often was an intelligent guy who exceled at Uni, got a good degree and moved into well paid managerial positions.

The female of the species now had a difficult decision to make. Did she mate with the "Jock who would give her big healthy children, but little money to spend, or should she go for the "nerd" who could give her a big comfortable home and a lifestyle the "Jock" could only dream about?

Some women would try and have their cake and eat it of course, choosing to marry and live with the "nerd" but sneak off to mate with the "Jock" whenever she could. The nerd therefore needed to learn ways of keeping his women close enough to deter the Jock, while letting her think she had freedom do go and do what she likes with his complete trust.

Of course it's not all like this. Many Jocks are clever and climb the greasy pole of life quite well, and at the same time not all nerds are clever and do well in life. Anyway, the stereotype is close enough to be true most of the time.

So, here I am, not exactly a "Jock" and not exactly a "Nerd" either. Sure I've played a bit of sport now and then, but nothing serious and not to any sort of standard. I stand 6 foot 2 inches tall and am not a skinny bloke, so I am more or less well built. I am not a Gym bunny and see no point on spending a shed load of cash on gym membership when moderate exercise can be had for free. I didn't excel at school, but did well enough to get to uni and managed to get a middle level degree. Mind you the fact that I have any sort of a uni degree puts me in the top 30% of the population, so maybe that makes me more a nerd than not. I work at a well-known engineering company but won't tell you which one. I have been there 10 years and am a middle manager at the moment, hoping to move up the greasy pole as time goes on. My name? Well for the benefit of the story, call me Ray. I am married to a girl we will call Sarah. Not her real name of course, but I don't need people working out who I am. I would have a lot to lose should that happen.

Sarah and I have been married 8 years now and have a 6 year old son. Sarah regained her figure fairly quickly after his birth and is, well at least I think so, a bit of a "looker" More than a few times I've overheard guys telling each other in the pub or the club that they wouldn't turn her out of bed if they had the chance to give her one! It makes me proud that she is mine when I hear that sort of stuff, but it also makes me keep my guard up. People need to see me as an Alpha male around my woman to keep them away. Its human nature that men should try to bed her, and also human nature that I need to protect her from them, and fight for her should it come to that.

You read all sorts of shit in porn mags and on the internet, but you need to remember that they are just stories and most, if not all, will be made up. I suppose there may well be men out there that enjoy watching their women being banged by other men, but I just can't understand why they would do that. Any bloke that tried that on with Sarah would find himself with a lump of 4 x2 timber wrapped round his skull and the toe cap of my size 11 boots where his teeth used to be. It's the same with this "hot wife" crap. If Sarah showed any sign of wanting to shag another bloke, she would find herself living on the street in short order, and the bloke she wanted to shag? Well, I've already mentioned my reaction to that crap. What's mine is mine, and God help anybody who tries to get in the way of that.

You see, while I am an educated modern bloke, if you scratch the surface I am just an animal underneath, and act much the same way as my distant ancestors would have done. I also expect every other man on the planet to act that way as well, hence why I ride close shotgun on my wife, even though she might not notice it all the time.

Sarah of course is just a female animal, and had to decide which of her many male acquaintances she would decide to mate with while she was still single. She wasn't a virgin when I met her, so I guess she had sampled a few to help make her decision, but although I might not be built like Mr Universe, I was in fair shape, and had a fair wedge of cash behind me. Being a smart woman, she settled for me. What she got is a comfortable 4 bed detached house, her own BMW, good holidays a fair bit of disposable income and a good sex life, which I try hard to keep varied and "new" to stop the whole sex thing becoming routine and boring. My job was to keep earning enough to keep her with me and to beat off every other male who might try and bed her with a big stick. 8 years along and so far, so good I think.

Do I trust her? Of course I do, but I also believe in "trust, but verify". Every now and then I will turn up where I am not expected, often with flowers or some gift to make it look innocent. I come home early now and then, or if she is with friends I will find a reason to phone the friend to speak with her. I have also checked on her mobile phone, although she is smart enough to have a second burner phone if she was up to something. Do we love each other? Yes of course we do, whatever that means. We go out together, we sleep together, and the sex is very good in fact. I take her places, treat her well and spoil her rotten. What else would she need?

There is of course another side of me. I said earlier that early man, like most other creatures would spread his genes far and wide if he could. Well, I guess that goes for me to. I don't go out of my way looking for pussy, but every now and then an opportunity arises, and I will take advantage of it. Am I a hypocrite? I suppose I am in the eye of some people. From my point of view I am just a man doing the things that the male of the species is supposed to do. Mind you, in these modern times fathering bastard children far and wide would bankrupt me so condoms and birth control pills are the order of the day.

You might be surprised at the number of young girls who make it quite plain that should I bestow my favour on them, they would be only too willing to become my mistress. Mistresses are not a good idea. They are expensive to run and in effect end up as more or less a second wife. I much more prefer the odd one night stand, or a couple of friends with benefits. It's a lot less complicated. That's not to say I don't shag them a few times before I let them down gently and tell them it's over between us. It's not a big deal as there is always a never ending supply of new willing pussy out there.

Much more fun, but also more of a risk, is to get the odd married woman into bed. This takes a good deal of careful planning so that we can meet quietly at a time and place her husband would not be expecting. She would need a water tight alibi so that if questions are asked, any uncertainty would be deflected. I would be, or supposed to be, at some other place entirely. False names are of course needed, and I have a couple of credit cards I keep hidden away, in other names to pay for these assignations. Off course there is always the chance of being recognised, or followed by some PI with a long lens on his camera, but a little bit of counter surveillance tends to ensure safety. Anyway, I've not been caught yet.

Before now, I have travelled to meet a wife of someone I knew for an afternoon of unbridled sex by public transport. It is easy to shake off any potential follower on the London Underground without trying too much. Maybe I'm paranoid, but it don't mean they aren't out to get you!

I met up with the wife of a bloke I knew three times over a 4 month period. She wanted more, but you can't keep going back to the same well. Sooner or later someone will notice, so I called it off with an agreement that we might get together again in a year or two, if she was still interested. I see her at social events with her husband several times a year, and she knows my wife, but it didn't stop her from fucking me to within an inch of my life when we met. Who needs a Gym membership when you can get workouts with women like her for free? Honestly, when you meet her at home or at a social event a more conservative, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, little goody two shoes, you would never meet in your life. Believe me, once I got her naked she would "bang like a shit house door in a high wind".

Then there are the unexpected one night stands. These are not planned in any way and are often the most risky, but at the same time the most exciting and erotic meets. I met a girl at a work conference one time. We were from different parts of the country but were sat together for a few of the days workshops. I live only a couple of hours drive away from the venue so was going to drive home afterwards. By mid-afternoon, she and I knew that we would fuck after the event finished.

She had a hotel room as it was too far for her to travel home that night, so we went there. We both knew we were unlikely to see each other again, and we were both married, which meant whatever we did, neither would leave marks on the other. There are rules to infidelity you know. We both knew we were time limited and got down to it as soon as we got to her room. As the old joke goes, the second bang you heard was the door to her room slamming. We 69ed, I played "windscreen wipers" with her tits, and we fucked each other every which way for about 90 minutes. I then had to take a quick shower and leave to get home.

I once met a girl in a pub. She must have been about 22 or 23 years old and was with some girlfriends. I was with a couple of mates and had dropped in for a quick pint after work before going home. She and I hardly said a word to each other but she made eye contact and smiled, and I returned the smile. Her body language was unmistakable. I got up to leave and looked straight at her as I was putting on my coat. She nodded at me so I said goodnight to my mates and left the pub waiting outside while she finished her drink and followed me. She came outside, saw me and followed me towards the multi-story car park I left my car in. Once out of sight of the pub I stopped so she could catch me up. She said something to me and told me her name. I can't even remember what it was now. She came right up to me and I said "I think we both know what we want don't we? She was wearing a skirt and blouse. I looked her in the eye and put my hand under her blouse and pressed it onto her bra covered tit. She asked me where we could do it and at that moment the car park lift opened. I pulled her into the lift and as the doors shut behind us I put my other hand under her skirt and found her panties covered pussy. I moved them to one side and started to finger her.

I told her that we couldn't be long as I had to get home. She moved back and took off her panties and the lift stopped at my floor. We got out and walked over to my car together and I turned her round so she was leaning forward with both hands on the side of my car. She spread her legs and I lifted her skirt up to her waist, dropped my trousers and Kelvin Kline's and was in her almost as fast as it took you to read this. While I was thrusting into her I unfasted her bra from the back and grabbed a couple of handfuls of her nice firm titties. She was very enthusiastic and pushed back on my cock telling me to fuck her harder. It only took a few minutes but she was a good fuck. I have no idea if she came or not, but I was very aroused and came in her like an express train. She then turned round squatted down and sucked on my cock to clean it up. It was then that I saw her wedding ring. I had not noticed it before as I was too preoccupied with the idea of fucking her. Nice to know I had got another married woman "notch on the bed post!

Once we were both done, and reality started to kick in again, we both stood and dressed. She took a pack of tissues out of her bag and cleaned up her pussy I thanked her for the fuck and asked if she went to that pub very much. She told me that it was her first time, but she might stop by again now. I told her I had to get home before my absence was noticed. She said she needed to go and meet her husband from work. He was working late, and she had told him she would collect him and drive him home. I kissed her, jumped in the car and left. I didn't even remember her name and never saw her again. I got home much about the time I normally do and nothing was ever said. I don't think the whole encounter lasted more than 15 minutes from start to finish.

Most of the people who work in the company I am employed by are men with some women in the office in secretarial grades, book keepers and so on. I make a point of staying professional with them. I don't want a sexual harassment charge or an angry woman trying to get even after I end our affair. There are plenty of fish in the sea and you just need to be careful where you decide to fish.

I only broke that rule once. One of the girls in the Finance Department was leaving to get married. Her husband to be lived in a nearby town and she had decided to move to a job nearer to her new home. The whole office got together after work on her last day to send her off in style. During the evening she told me she had a crush on me for some time, but although I was always friendly, I had never flirted with her. As she was leaving, would I like a goodbye fuck? Well, do bears shit in the woods? Of course I would.

I made a point of leaving the party, said my goodbyes and waited outside in my car. She came out about 10 minutes later and I followed her to her flat. I parked up round the corner and walked back. She met me at the door and we quietly went inside. That was the last quiet thing that happened that evening. Boy she was loud. We both knew why I was there and I hate wasting time, so I hugged her to me kissed her deeply and asked her where her bedroom was. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me while I carried her through to her bed then I threw her onto the bed. She bounced on the mattress and as she did I grabbed her panties and pulled. She squealed and said she'd never had her panties pulled off in mid-air before.

There was no need for foreplay, she was already wet and gagging for it. I told her to spread her legs because I was going to fuck her. She took hold of her ankles leaving her pussy on full display. All I had to do was slide it in. I dropped my slacks and pants and climbed on. She shrieked as my cock penetrated her and pushed back to meet me. I love the feeling as my cock slides in and out of some willing pussy. My dick has no conscience and to be fair a girl would have to be seriously ugly before I turned her away. You don't look at the mantelpiece when you are stoking the fire do you?

Let's face it, even a bad fuck is a good fuck and she was not a bad fuck. I took her doggy, missionary, cow girl and reverse cow girl. Whenever I got close to cumming I would get her to change position and in the 10 to 15 seconds it would take to move around I would calm down and would start all over again. While we were fucking I unzipped her dress and pulled it off over her head. Her bra gave me a little problem as it was a front fastening one and I was doing her from behind while she was on hands and knees. I pulled her long hair until she pulled herself up on her knees, popped the catch and pulled it off her. She had pulled her shoulders back as she came up on her knees and her tits stood out perky and firm. Her nipples were standing out like the preverbal Scammel wheel nuts and she was making so much noise I was half expecting her neighbours to be hammering on the door at any moment. I guess that as she had lived there a year or two they were used to it. Man, that girl could fuck for England! She was truly Olympic fucking standard. That girl could bang like a belt fed mortar!!

I stayed for a couple of hours before taking a shower with her. Luckily she had the same soap and shampoo that my wife and I use, so I didn't go home smelling of some other bird's perfume. I drove home to the little woman at home telling her how good the party was, and I'm sorry I stayed a little too long. She was fine with everything and had spent the evening on her latest cross stitch project. She's good at that.

I knew she had not had any visitors as we have security camera's front and back and my sweet wifey didn't know I have it live streamed to my phone. Anybody who enters the back garden or walks down the drive causes an alert on the phone, and if the camera is switched off for any reason, I get an alert about that as well.

So, you get the picture. I am a philandering SOB and I'm very happy with it. There is another side to being an animal or a cave man, and that is fighting off those other bastards who might try and steal my woman and breed her instead of me doing it. OK, what with birth control, you have to be unlucky, or plain stupid to get some girl in the family way now, but that's not the point. Back in the old west, if a Native American could get close enough to an enemy to touch him and get away, that was "Counting Coup". The enemy of course was humiliated by this and lost face amongst his fellow warriors. These days, the modern way of "Counting Coup" is to shag your enemy's wife, preferably without him ever knowing for sure, but suspecting it without certain proof. Nobody is going to do that to me if I can avoid it, however, if I can get a piece of my enemy's wife; well, you get the picture.

There was a time when we were regulars at our local boozer. We didn't have the kids back then, so a couple of nights a week we would pop down for some social time with the other locals. There was this one bloke, thought himself a bit of a Jack the Lad who was always eyeing up the wife. I didn't mind that too much, but I kept my eyes on him. The silly bugger tried it on with her one night while I was on the other side of the bar nattering to some mates. One of the boys gave me a nudge and looked over at the wife and the bloke because he was getting a bit touchy-feely. I had to go over there and have a quiet word in his ear. I told him that if I saw him talking to my misses again he would find himself sucking on the toecap of my size 9 boots. I think he got the point as he kept his distance after that.