Julia's Friday: Julia's Infidelities, #6

By Bridy McAvoy

Julia never intended to cheat on her husband, Max, but when the chance came the petite redhead's way, she found confessing her indiscretions had its own advantages. It might not have been the conventional way to spice up their marriage, but it worked.

 

Friday is dress-down day at work, so, on a dare, Julia wears a tight top and a very short skirt. She hadn't really intended to bring herself to the boss's attention.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bridy McAvoy
• Release date: Jun 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223168492

Bridy McAvoy

My name is Bridy, and I live in upstate New York. I’ve written for as long as I can remember, which is thanks to my parents for teaching me to read and write before I went to school. I’ve been fascinated by erotic tales all my adult life, my husband thinks they’re silly but indulges me. I won’t tell you how old I am because a lady never gives away her age. My other interest is photography, but writing will always be my first love, other than my husband of course.

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Dedication

To everyone who helped me write this. Especially my husband who encouraged me to explore my fantasies in print.

Julia’s Friday

Stop it. Stop it, right now!

Max just chuckled and carried on twirling the feather against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Julia found the position not just degrading but downright humiliating.

When, after dinner, Max had sat on the couch and unceremoniously pulled her into his lap then kissed her enthusiastically, Julia had mentally prepared herself for a couch make-out session followed by gentle love-making, or maybe not so gentle, in bed. Two minutes later, as she relaxed into his embrace, he’d pulled a move on her which had resulted in her being face down on the couch with her butt on his lap—the perfect spanking position. Her squirming was to no avail as he used one hand to hold her down by pressing on the small of her back. He used his free hand to work her skirt up her legs, making sure to avoid contact with her flailing legs. She tried to hang on to the hem and keep it down but he just swatted her hands until she let go of the garment, which he then dragged up.

After a couple of minutes of useless struggling, Julia subsided and lay quietly across his knee, panting for breath from the kiss and silently vowing to get him back at the earliest opportunity. She didn’t mind when he occasionally used his hand on her, as long as he kept it playful. He always kissed the reddened area better too, which she had to admit she enjoyed—and what followed, even more so. Max, though, had a different idea. She felt him reaching down the back of the cushion beside her legs but the pressure of his hand on her back prevented her from turning around.

What are you doing?

Wait and see.

Visions of him using a belt or a crop or a paddle that he’d earlier secreted down there spun through her mind. Gossamer phantasms of him using such implements on her tender butt sent shivers through her. In five years of marriage, he never had, and she didn’t think he would without discussing it first, but there could always be a first time for anything.

When contact did come, it was lower down and nothing like what she’d anticipated or feared. Something light touched the backs of her thighs. She jumped in shock, her butt actually leaving his lap, although his hand held her upper body down.

What was that?

He laughed then touched her again, this time switching his target to the skin just on the inside of her thighs. She clamped her legs together and yelped as the sensation ripped through her.

Stop! What are you do...ing? She gasped, out of breath, as the feather found its target.

After a few seconds he stopped and she gasped for breath, almost sobbing in relief. He moved his hand to the couch just in front of her head