The Loft, Part One - Sex Stories

The Loft, Part One

... highly satisfied with everything. Our husbands know nothing about the loft. It shall be our secret hideaway. In one sense we are cheating but in a respectful way. We are not sleeping around or planning on leaving our marriages. We're just feeding a need. Living out our sexual fantasies. So, who can make it here next weekend?"

All five whipped out their mobile phones and checked calendars.

"It looks like I'm free," said Anjali.

"Right then. That's settled, Be here on Saturday night at nine."

"Bloody hell," quipped Ana. "I've got goosebumps!"

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When the British Empire ruled the world, they slowly planted seeds for all kinds of nationalities to come to the old country. Enter Anjali Rai from West India. She had married at eighteen and she and her new husband quickly discovered they were sexually compatible. They had gone through the entire Kama Sutra within a month. They moved to East London where Anjali bore him two children. After her second pregnancy, her breasts ballooned to a 32DD cup size, something that her husband found a complete turn-off. At thirty years old, she was proud of the fact that her body was still as fit and toned as ever. She had matured into an absolutely stunning woman with exotic features and a light brown complexion. On the night in question, Anjali looked in a scarlet pant saree with an attached long drape, and a hand-embellished blouse with a plunging V-neck.

"How thoughtful."

Beverley had made her feel welcome when Anjali ...

... entered the loft to see lots of plants, flower arrangements, and Vastu decorations to make the space bright and inviting. There were also figurines of Ganesha and Buddha for a traditional feel. It is an Indian tradition to worship the Tulsi plant and in many Indian households, the plant occupies a dedicated spot in the courtyard or interior. She took a deep breath and inhaled the smell of jasmine that came from the coloured nine-inch incense sticks. The effect gave her a sense of a delightful fragrant sanctuary.

Still highly sexed, Anjali had told Beverley that she had fantasised about making love to not one, but two, virile young men for just one night. It would go a long way to satisfying her needs and desires. She had given Anil, her husband an excuse to leave the house and she hurried to West London. She had anticipated this evening for a long time. The group had all spoken about their fantasies and tonight it was happening for real.

"Hello, boys. You must be Paul and Peter."

"At your service, Madam."

"Do call me Anjali."

Both good-looking men took her breath away. They both looked about her age with wavy dark hair, nice physiques, and broad smiles. Beverley had spoken vaguely about a posh escort agency and that she would not be disappointed in her choices. A shiver ran through her as she was given a quick hug and a squeeze. Her heart began racing. They were simply the sexiest guys she'd ever encountered. It was almost a year since she and Anil had made love. ...