Lakshmi’s dreams of being a wanton sub-slut come true

This story is based on my collaborator Nimisha’s secret crush on her friend’s husband and it is dedicated to her – I hope you enjoy it, Nimisha. x

If you would like to send me your ideas or fantasies and turn them into a story, please get in touch. I’d love to hear from you.

J x

Lakshmi’s Lust

“Oh my God, Jane! I can’t believe it! How the hell are you!”

Lakshmi was delighted that Jane, her old friend from university, had turned up unexpectedly at the work Christmas party. It had been just over fourteen years since they had last seen one another at their graduation but with Jane going on to travel overseas as an aid worker in remote parts of the globe, they had quickly lost touch.

“Lakshmi! Oh my God! What are you doing here? Do you work here?” The two old friends hugged enthusiastically.

“Yes. I run Global Retail Asia at the bank – my section is growing massively, I’m pleased to say. I’ve been based here in Canary Wharf for the past ten years. What about you? I thought you were still overseas.”

“Oh God, no! I came back when I met Steve – that’s him over there. He’s in Global Retail too, but he’s not as high up as you, it seems. He’s based in the City offices. We got married in 2012 and have just moved back to London after nine years in Frankfurt. What about you, Lakshmi? Is there a special man or woman in your life?”

“Ha! Yes – just a man, I’m afraid. I’m not that interesting! He’s not here though – he doesn’t like parties. Bhavik is much more of a ‘stay in and watch the television’ kind of guy. But you must introduce me! Did you say it’s Steve?”

“Yes. Hey Steve! Come here!” Jane shouted excitedly, gesticulating for him to come over. Steve seemed engrossed in conversation with an attractive young colleague and initially ignored Jane but after a second, more urgent demand from his wife, he walked across the busy function room to join her.”

“Steve – this is Lakshmi. We were at uni together at King’s. It seems she’s kind of your boss now.”

Lakshmi thought Steve looked a bit put out that she was being introduced as his superior. He was clearly an alpha male with a tall, fit and toned physique, luxurious dark hair, piercing blue eyes and a tanned complexion; presumably a woman holding a position of seniority to him bruised his considerable ego.

“Charmed,” Steve said, bowing slightly as he shook Lakshmi’s hand firmly. “I’m sure you have many tales to tell about my wife’s younger years – probably many I wouldn’t want to hear.”

“Hmmm… I can think of a few. Do you remember that night at Ministry of Sound, Jane? Oh my God!” Lakshmi began telling Steve about a drunken night at a nightclub in their youth but he seemed largely uninterested, preferring to scan the room for people of greater appeal than Lakshmi and her stories about his wife. After Lakshmi had completed her story he laughed politely then excused himself and went to speak to a young intern from his department.

“So tell me about your husband. Bhavin?”

“Bhavik. Yeah, he’s lovely. He’s not the adventurous type as I say but he’s solid and dependable, and a good shoulder to cry on when things get stressy at work,” Lakshmi explained. “No kids yet – he wants to try but with work and everything we’ve kind of put it on the back burner. I’m not sure I want kids anyway. What about you?”

“Well that explains your amazing figure,” Jane said, looking down at Lakshmi’s petite, size six frame. “I wish I was still as slim as you. No, no kids for us either. We’re happy without, for the moment.” Jane didn’t look at all happy about it but Lakshmi let it go.