Animalische Instinkte

Satisfied, Tobias Deelen looked over the rooftops of Rome, glistening in the sun. In his left hand, he held a large Cuban cigar, and in the other, a glass of whiskey with three ice cubes clinking softly against the rim. The business deals had gone very well, and in the last hours, he had earned several million euros again. His presentations were more or less always the same, and he had the gift of twisting his business partners around his fingers until they willingly agreed to all his suggestions, more or less freely. Deelen was a businessman through and through with a small dark secret.

In the hours after a successful deal, he felt incredibly empty. He hadn't felt joy for a long time. Again and again, he did the same thing every day. As one could see from his company, he had become very successful over the years, yet he was anything but happy. Deep within him lurked the desire to fully express himself and give in to the impulses he had more or less suppressed over the years. He wanted to dominate and indulge all his completely perverse desires. However, he had been married to his wife Helena for years, and she was anything but a sex object.

Over the years of their marriage, they had drifted further and further apart, and regarding their shared sex life, he had to admit that he hardly had any at all. He had lost the ability to simply take what he wanted. It was more than just some cuddling and boring sex in a dark bedroom. If it happened at all, Deelen sat in his office and masturbated to inappropriate films on his computer screen. He tried to remember when he had last seen his Helena naked. Had he even ever seen her undressed? At least, he felt it, but actually, he had never really seen her completely naked. He loved his wife, but she was something like a beautiful doll by his side and not really to his taste. He wanted to indulge his secret desires with her and fulfill his perverse cravings on her, yet he dared not openly speak about it. For the sake of peace, it remained just some hours in the dark bedroom, where he never got what he wanted. He dreamed of standing before her, inserting his cock into her throat, pulling her by the ears up and down on his erection, and finally spilling his semen in her face. She should then gladly push it into her mouth, swallow it, and beg him to piss on her while she masturbated herself to orgasm.

However, he couldn't realize this fantasy with his wallflower. Should he perhaps give up his marriage, take a completely perverse young woman, and use her according to his desires as he pleased? This thought excited him very much, but the other side of the coin was that Helena would get at least half of his company in case of a divorce. Moreover, no one would do business with him if he replaced his angel with a significantly younger partner and it also came out what kind of sex games he required.

Deelen downed his whiskey in one go, feeling the hot alcohol warm his throat and disappear into his stomach. Something had to happen in the life of the businessman. Meanwhile, he was in his mid-forties, several million euros wealthy, yet utterly unhappy with every single day of his life. Only, he lacked the courage in the private sphere to change the established structures. With his cigar, he sighed and sat down in front of his laptop, looking at the unimpressive presentation. Tiredly rubbing his eyes, he buried himself again in his work. The private problems pressed more and more because he simply couldn't get what he desired.

Throughout the evening, he worked diligently on the current project, even forgetting to have dinner and pouring one whiskey after another into himself. He made a decision. Already tomorrow, he would return and change his life. Either with or without his Helena. He loved her without any doubt, but he needed something completely different. He would sell his company, there were more than enough financially capable interested parties, and then go in search of the fulfillment of his secret desires. It didn't have to be in Germany at all. Somewhere there would be a young perverse woman he could make into his sex puppet.

Completely drunk on alcohol, he fell asleep in front of his laptop. His thoughts tormented him. Could it work with Helena? Would he even dare to push this beloved woman in the face, or would he again, like a toothless tiger, simply back down? So far, he had always backed down when he saw his Helena. She was just simply worth kneeling for. With her chestnut-brown long curls and dark eyes on her pale face, she always made him soft again. In fact, it wasn't easy to stand before her. Helena was of medium height, slim, and her C-cup bras created a wonderful cleavage that always made men dream.

The next morning, he woke up with a hangover on the couch of his hotel room. Actually, there was still an appointment on his schedule, and the presentation on his laptop was actually ready to be presented. Nevertheless, Deelen no longer felt like a businessperson today. He wanted to sell his company anyway, and it didn't matter anymore whether he could land this small contract. After a hangover breakfast that he had delivered from room service, he packed his things together. He deleted the prepared presentation from his laptop and got ready to travel.

Helena would be surprised why her husband returned a day early from his business trip, but Tobias had something special in mind. Either his life would lie in ruins today, or he could actually manage to train his wife into a willing sex object. Or at least say something that she didn't know yet. But she had to go through it now. Tobias was determined to throw the dice, sell his company, and either start anew with all the money and his wife Helena or begin a new life with half the money.

He took a taxi through the Eternal City to the airport. He had never needed a rental car in Italy, especially not in this city. The traffic on the congested streets seemed to have no rules. From a two-lane road, it was easily turned into a four-lane one, and you had to watch everywhere to avoid running over innocent people on their two-wheeled vehicles. Especially in the warmer months of the year, there were more rollers and small scooters than cars on the streets. Traffic regulations were considered just recommendations, and a red traffic light did not necessarily mean you had to stop. Especially with foreigners, the Carabinieri paid attention to them as much as possible to fine them on the spot. Of course, the money didn't go into the state treasury but vanished into the pockets of officials.

Therefore, he only trusted taxis here. He knew the streets of the city, and the driver couldn't take any big detours. However, it took an eternity until you finally reached your destination. The taxi took half an eternity through the city center, and in Tobias's head, everything was all over the place. How should he tell his Helena what he wanted? How would she react? He couldn't hold on to a single thought, but something else reacted. In his suit pants, it got increasingly tight. His best piece began to fill with blood, and he tried to get into a more relaxed position in his seat.

On the exit road to the airport, things moved much faster. Tobias had an extremely hard erection and slipped his hand into his pocket to adjust his steel-hard cock slightly. At least the driver didn't notice anything. Upon arriving at the airport, he took his suitcase, the laptop bag, and headed for the airline counter. His return flight was actually scheduled for tomorrow. He wanted to fly back today, though. A flight was available for Tobias, but only in the afternoon, not earlier. The arrival in Frankfurt would then be at two o'clock in the afternoon.

He used the time until his flight for a second breakfast to further combat his hangover from the whiskey of the previous evening. Since he still had plenty of time before his flight, he started up his laptop and thought about the sale of his company. Tobias had created it from nothing and made it very successful. He earned his money by buying and selling various real estates. Often he acquired a business that was in financial difficulties for a small amount of money, made it profitable again with the help of his business consultants, and sold it to an interested party for millions.

He no longer needed to worry about his retirement. Tobias was childless, and on his bank accounts, there was more than enough money for four lives in luxury. He and his wife never had to live frugally. Then came the millions from the sale of the company. The estimated company value was over forty million euros. He could demand it. Even if he had to give Helena half of it in case of a divorce, it would hardly be noticeable. Nevertheless, he didn't want to lose his wife, which always gave him sleepless nights.

By being distracted by his documents on the laptop, he almost forgot to move to the gate in time. In less than half an hour, his plane to Frankfurt would take off, and he had to get to the boarding gate as quickly as possible. Tobias simply closed the laptop, almost threw it into his bag, and hurried to the assigned gate. Around noon, the Rome airport was already practically closed due to overcrowding. Almost everyone was around here. From all kinds of puffballs who needed to pick up their worldly instructions from the Vatican to young couples on a weekend trip to the metropolises of Europe.

Tobias weaved through the crowds in a slalom. If he had still had to go through a security check, he wouldn't even need to hurry anymore. The plane would simply take off without the businessman. It didn't bother them whether he was on board or not. They would just unload his suitcase and take off. Just as he turned the last corner, the final call for his flight echoed from the speakers. He was even named by name along with two other passengers. It sounded almost ridiculous when the airport employee tried to pronounce his surname. She mistakenly thought it was English and turned the double E into a long I.

The two women at the gate were still standing at the door for the last few minutes, waiting for the three missing passengers before they could finally close the door to the jet bridge. Exhausted, Tobias ran with the heavy suitcase under his arm toward them and fumbled awkwardly with his boarding pass from the front pocket. After the last check, they let him pass just in time. Behind him, the door was already being closed. The two other passengers who were missing would probably not board anymore. Tobias searched for a place for his laptop bag in the compartments above the seats. The other passengers for the flight to Frankfurt became increasingly impatient as the businessman finally sat down in his seat and fastened his seatbelt.

However, they couldn't take off yet either. First, the men on the tarmac had to climb back aboard the Airbus once more and unload the suitcases of the two missing travelers. They didn't look particularly happy, and Tobias couldn't blame them. Unfortunately, this always happened again. Especially in peak travel season, there were always delays that weren't just unpleasant for the other passengers. Only a quarter of an hour later could the flight attendant finally close the door and settle into her emergency seat for takeoff. After a small jolt, the plane slowly started rolling backward. They were pushed from the parking position to the taxiway. The engines became louder, and the Airbus A320 rolled onto the runway.

Tobias leaned back in his seat and enjoyed the one-and-a-half-hour flight back to his homeland. His thoughts still revolved constantly around his plan for today. Would he actually find the courage to tell his Helena what he wanted this time, or would he again back down at the last moment? "No," he scolded himself silently. There wouldn't be any backing down today for sure. He had to get out of this daily routine and no longer wait for his wife. He would put her in a position where she had to decide within 24 hours. Would she follow him and fulfill his perverse desires, or would she seek the road away?

In his mind, he already had imagined plans for both cases. If Helena ran away frightened by it, Tobias would sell his company within fewer days and then get on a plane. Why should he stay in Germany anymore? It was also nice on the other end of the world, and somewhere there would surely be a completely perverse young woman who would happily do everything the businessman dreamed of. At almost forty, Tobias had no more time left to wait. Something had to happen finally, and he had decided it would happen this spring. No matter what the cost. Even if he lost his beloved Helena, then so be it. He had to become a real man again who took whatever he wanted against all opposition.

When the Airbus landed in Frankfurt and his fellow travelers began to clapping wildly just because the pilot had done his damned job, he could hardly sit still anymore. He just wanted to get out of this sardine can and get rid of his too tight pants. Through his daytime dreams and the last decision, he spent the last hour over the clouds with a steel-hard erection. Also fueled by a younger woman a few rows ahead of him. Although it was still relatively cool, she wore bright hotpants, and the black strings of her thong showed above the waistband. It sparked his fantasy, and he surrendered to his dreams.