Julia's Knight: Julia's Infidelities, #11

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.

 

Going to a fancy dress party at her boss's home, Julia finds herself talking to a knight in armor with a very impressive codpiece. Once alone in the garden, she soon discovers why it's very impressive indeed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bridy McAvoy
• Release date: Jun 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223526230

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 Knight

Are you sure you’ll be okay next weekend?

I’ll be fine. Julia cuddled even tighter under Max’s arm. It was eleven a.m. on Sunday morning but neither of them felt like getting up.

Sorry I’m going to miss Simon’s birthday party.

Don’t sweat it. We’ve had a good few weeks since your last trip. They had, in fact, even excluding when Max had been laid up with a broken leg, had the longest time together without him being sent off on an emergency trip since the first year of their marriage. Julia had made up for the lost time, and the separation, and now felt sated and warm, but more importantly, loved. Now he was flying out this evening for two weeks in Alaska.

Julia giggled. At least while you’re freezing your nuts off up there, you can think about me all warm and cozy waiting for you.

He sighed. Don’t remind me.

You’ve packed your long underwear?

He rolled her over onto her back, leaning over her as he propped himself up on his elbow. You get cheeky and I’ll tickle you until you agree not to wear underwear to the party.

Stop it! Not happening. That toga is short!

Max slid his free hand across the flat plane of her stomach and up to cup her breast. She shivered and closed her eyes for a second.

I wish I’d see you in it.

Sorry, darling, but the shop won’t release them to us ʼtil Thursday night.

So you’re sure Josie doesn’t mind coming around to take some pictures for me, so I can at least see what it looks like?

She chuckled. You mean you want Josie to come around so we can take pictures of each other so you can see both of us.

Well, you are wearing matching togas. His fingers pinched her nipple and she felt it harden even further under his touch. She arched her back a little, pressing her flesh up into his hand, feeling desire ignite deep in her core once more.

Stop it, minx. I don’t think I could again.

I’m sure I can think of a way.

Oh?

She giggled. Don’t forget Grace is wearing a matching costume, and Bill is going as a Roman soldier. Maybe I can get him to come over and take the pictures as Josie and I ravish his wife. You know how she likes to be treated as a naughty little slave.

He laughed and pinched her nipple even harder. She could feel the soft length of his cock twitch, and knew the lascivious thoughts she’d just planted in his head were working the magic she wanted.

Maybe I should get Steve Hutchins to come across and take the pictures as Bill ravishes the three of us.

His cock really jumped this time and she dropped her hand down to gently hold its burgeoning length.

Minx!

This time his voice was deep and throaty and she pressed herself up into his hand even harder. Before he could make any more of a move on her, she pushed him over so he was on his back and rolled herself on top of him, one leg each side. She could feel his rapidly rising cock pressing against the inside of her thigh.

Again, lover boy? I thought you couldn’t...

You, you sexy little minx, I can always make an exception for.

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It was Wednesday