The Loft, Part One - Sex Stories

The Loft, Part One

... well. Anjali, an Anglo-Indian, had wed a Hindu fellow who had become a successful bespoke tailor. Eliza was married to a magnificent chef in one of the best Mexican restaurants in London. Crissy designed dresses with her husband, and Ana was an art curator with hers. Ariana's husband was in local government and actually worked at the very school the ladies had attended in their teens. Beverley herself was a professional photographer who specialised in advertising with her fifty-year-old spouse, Ronald.

Apart from their long friendship, all five shared the same problems in their otherwise normal lives. Their other halves had all abstained from sex, choosing to have celibate relations. Over the past year, this had rankled with six red-blooded females who regarded themselves as at the peak of their sexual prowess, and still attractive enough to be noticed. Once a month the group gathered for a night out together. They had all aired their frustrations to each other but had refrained from cheating behind their husband's backs. So when Beverley hit the jackpot, she came up with a solution for them all to sow their wild oats.

"I think we're entitled to have a sex life as long as we stay committed to our husbands," continued Dawson. "It's not only men who think about sex all the time. We think more about getting laid than they even do."

"Right. Women enjoy having it off just as much as the next guy. How's your love life, Crissy?" asked Anjali."Peter and I are still in ...

... love," said Crissy. "We used to have sex regularly. In fact, I gave him a blow job, one of my specials, only a month ago and he loved it. But what did I get in return? Nada. I finished off with my vibe as usual."

"The last time Tom and I had sex was a year ago." Ana took a big gulp of bubbly. "He was good though and he fucked me silly. Had me clawing at the sheets with pleasure. And all of a sudden he kept on giving me excuses for not wanting to make love. I thought he might be seeing someone else but he says not. I'm gagging for a shagging."

"Miguel is the same. God, I came twice with him the last time we fucked. I was well and truly grateful that night. But now he works in the restaurant twenty-seven."

Eliza pouted as the others all nodded in agreement. They were all in need of some loving.

"So, are we all in? Will you all do it?” Everybody smiled back at Beverley who sat back relieved. "Okay, next the question. I want to talk it over with everyone. Do we decide to find the right weekend that suits us all and you all let me arrange the scenario? All expenses are paid by me and you are not allowed to bring any guests. You can choose any fantasy you want, with either males or females of even groups."

She paused to let it all sink in before she continued her proposal."All participants will be screened and made to understand the rules. Any positive test for disease, excessive drinking, or disrespect to any of us will result in expulsion. I have made contacts and I am ...