Julia's Outrage: Julia's Infidelities, #15

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.

 

At a party, Julia is propositioned by one of her neighbors. Someone she's strayed with before. Is her outrage real, or feigned?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bridy McAvoy
• Release date: Jul 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223927877

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 Outrage

Are you sure this dress is okay? Julia bit her lip, sudden anxiety at her choice flooding her system.

You know I like that dress.

You don’t think it’s too much?

Max rolled his eyes. She could see he was starting to get impatient with her. It wasn’t like it was the first time she’d gone to wear this dress and then chickened out.

The flapper-style dress hugged her chest like a second skin, while the back was bare. The skirt, made up of hundreds of strings, shifted and flared out with every move of her body, parting to show off a length of stocking-covered leg at every opportunity. The bright green color of the dress worked well with her deep red hair. The whole effect was stunning and, she knew from experience, sexy.

Max crossed the bedroom and grabbed her hands, turning her to face him.

Honey.

What?

Stop fussing. You look great.

But...

But what? You wore the dress for the last office Christmas party. Nobody who was there will be over at the Sampson’s tonight. So nobody will know you’re wearing it for a second time. Although, God knows, you’ve got enough dresses you’ve only ever worn once.

She sighed. It’s not that.

It’s not what?

He’d turned the tables on her, and now she was going to have to bring up a subject she didn’t want to. Because last time I wore this dress I got a little bit carried away.

He chuckled. And if my memory is correct, you ended up slinking your way out of it to music in front of three very interested men in a hotel room.

She bit her lip and nodded.

Once you were naked, I seem to remember they fucked you three ways from Sunday, then tossed your naked ass out into the corridor.

You make it sound so sordid.

"Honey, it was sordid, and when you told me, I was hard as steel. In fact, thinking about it now is getting me hard."

So we can avoid the party? Stay here and have our own?

He pulled her in tight, proving he wasn’t lying as he pressed his hard cock against her. No, we’re going.

Julia pouted and ground back against him. Are you sure?

Quite sure. Now put your shoes on, before I have to spank you.

If you spank me, I won’t be able to sit down, so that means we’d avoid the party. Sounds like a deal to me. She turned around, bent over and put her hands on her knees, wiggling her butt at him. Max, though, wiser perhaps than his years, didn’t take the bait.

Shoes on. We’re already late.

Spoilsport.

You can have a spanking later for being a naughty girl.

She grinned at him and reached for her heels. Is that a promise?

Of course it is, minx. That way you won’t sit down ʾtil Wednesday, and that’ll suit me.

She pouted again, his last comment dispelling her playful mood. She’d hoped to forget he was jetting out lunchtime tomorrow for a four day trip.

* * * *

As she cuddled her third gin and tonic, Julia leaned over to her husband and whispered in his ear. I’d forgotten how boring Gina and Chas are. This party is dead.

I know, honey, but we can’t leave yet, much as I’d rather take you to bed and spend the evening fucking you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight in the morning.

Desire rushed through her system and she hoped nobody had heard the last thing he said. She