This story is a product of pure fiction.
And I dedicate this story to Julie, who was the very first person to give me a feedback on my debut story "Seduction Squared".
Your feedback is incredibly appreciated so please rate and share your thoughts with me when you read my stories. Remember, the first feedback might get the dedication on a new series.
So, this one is for Julie...
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CHAPTER-1 Julie gets caught exposing herself at the bar.
"I'm a mother of two, what's gotten into me!" Julie scolded herself, squeezing her thighs together to stop her soaked pussy from further leaking into her panties. The feeling of shame and helplessness shook her to the core.
She was raised in the south with good values, went to good schools and her good grades earned her a full scholarship at an Ivy League college.
Despite her above average looks and intelligence, she never got over of her self-esteem issues through high school and her college years.
Now that she was much older, when she looked back at her earlier years, she was convinced it was fueled by her best never being good enough by her parents.
She never had a boyfriend in high school, nor in college. She was never popular amongst the girls. She was an outcast! Being on the Dean's honor list semester after semester seemed to cause further rejection by her "not as successful" peers. She just did not fit in any circles, period!
Some guys in college tried hitting on her. But lack of self-esteem had her reject them with such clever language that would outwit the smartest guy on the campus. They never tried again. The word got around. She was even labeled as a lesbian and she was out of reach, all alone.
But her smarts were not lost on one of her professors who was 20 years her senior. When he took her under his wings and showed care and listened, their meetings started increasing in frequency. And she opened up to him.
Her professor was a very understanding man with kind eyes, and a huge heart with a comforting way that exuded warmth when he spoke. And an authoritarian. And rightfully so. He was much older and wiser and was set in his ways. This trait of his was perfect for Julie as she was starving for guidance and acceptance.
She was hooked! One thing led to another and they started having an affair shortly after she graduated from the business school.
It didn't take them long. They got married. She was 21, he was 42. She fell hard for him. Despite her family's rejections she married him.
He was a decent man, caring, loving, listening! He valued her mind. He never made decisions without obtaining her opinion. But at the end it was he who made the decisions, which she welcomed. She didn't have to worry about deciding. Everything, her whole life, was under his control.
What felt so good at the beginning started wearing off after two kids, nineteen years of marriage and lately, a non-existent sex life. He had turned into a total control freak. She lost all the self-esteem that she had seemed to have recovered, and hit the bottom.
Nothing she did seemed right. Short of scolding her in front of the kids, he would give it to her the moment they were alone. And he made sure she was punished for what she supposedly did wrong. Or she was punished for no reason to keep her in line.
Spankings started a month apart about seven years into marriage but increased in frequency and had become a weekly session. She dreaded the sessions, not only because of the humiliation but because it was so inexplicably arousing. And the release never came afterwards. She was getting more and more frustrated.
He would promise her a good fuck if she proved worthy, but the promise never materialized as she was never good enough at whatever she was tasked with.
He had her under his total and absolute control.
Having had children at such an early age, her body had recovered totally and she had a perfectly flat abdomen. The only proof that she had had kids, were her sagging C-cup sized breasts.
To help with her self-esteem, she agonizingly convinced her husband and received his approval to get her boobs redone. The implant surgery was done with the latest techniques where they went in through her belly button area and slide the medical devices under her skin all the way up to her boobs. It was a painful recovery but the results were perfect.
She now possessed a wonderfully round set of perky boobs with no stitch marks. But having a flat tummy in addition to the beautifully redone breasts didn't seem to faze her husband.
She worked out regularly to stay fit and to give her mind a rest from the home life. That was her only escape.
She was dying to find acceptance, desperately, by anyone... But she could not talk to anybody. She had no close friends and she could not confide in anybody at work. She felt all alone in the world, again, just like during high school and throughout college.
All the spankings and the arousal that came with them, fueled her yearning for a good fuck. She was desperate. Lately, all she thought of, for better part of the day, was, sex, sex, sex...
It was driving her insane. She would get herself off at every opportunity, whether at work in the lady's room or at home before her husband came home from work.
There were times she couldn't wait to get home. She did it in her car after work before driving home! She would make sure no one was around in the basement garage where she worked, pull up her dress, slide off her panties and finish herself off.
She would drive home with no panties and let her pussy juices remain on the driver seat. When she got into her car the next day to drive to work, her car would smell sex, which further caused sexual stimulation.
When somebody accidentally rubbed on her boobs in a crowded elevator, men or women, she would instantly get wet and blush at her hardening nipples.
One weekend, as she was tidying and filing away papers, she stumbled upon her husband's old medical records. His doctor had prescribed him the blue pills. But they didn't have any effect on him. So the doctor doubled the dosage. But that didn't help him either. So they stopped the treatment. He was unable to get it up!
She was furious at him for using and punishing her to hide his erectile dysfunction, and take all his frustrations out on her and punishing her.
"What an excuse!" she cried out loud. She was furious for having her life stolen from her.
If he confided in her, she could be such a supportive, loving wife. What a waste...
Her mind was set. She was going to divorce him. She could. She was making enough money to comfortably support herself. But it was like a double life she was leading. She was very smart and successful at work, and a timid, submissive pussycat at home. This had to end! She was going to divorce him and move away.
One of her kids was already away at college and the other was at an all-girls boarding school.
When her daughters came home for a holiday break, she waited for the right time to break the news to them. Her husband was out playing golf with his buddies and it was the right opportunity to sit down and have a talk.
The girls took the news with no surprise and told her that they had expected this sooner.
"Mom, you haven't even been sleeping in the same bed for years and the story of dad snoring too much isn't very convincing you know!" said her older daughter.
"And you are so unmistakably miserable!" chimed in her younger daughter.
After receiving her daughters' consent, she started looking for a new job. It didn't take long. Several phone interviews and video conferences later she accepted a job at a financial institution in New York City as a managing director.
At the end of her two weeks' notice, she had her divorce notice served on her husband at the campus where he worked and off she went to the airport with a suitcase of her personal belongings, to a new beginning...
SoHo, NEW YORK CITY.
It had been two months since Julie came to New York City. She had settled in nicely at work and started living comfortably, albeit alone, in her luxurious SoHo apartment.
After all the years of having been controlled and used, this was a welcomed change. She was in full control of her life now. It was going to take some time to get used to this new lifestyle.
She needed to start dating. But her whole life was an experience of loneliness and she was very rusty in the dating department. "Well, I never dated anyone really. Only my husband." She mused to herself.
She went online and purchased a whole slew of sex toys. She was hooked on erotic stories on the web and not as much on porn. Erotic stories fueled her imagination and put her into a continuous state of arousal.
She read mostly on exhibitionism and voyeurism. But also a lot of anal play and threesomes involving a man and two women.
Today was a Friday. She was ready for the dating scene. Her work week was over and she was happily walking down to the subway station, thinking possibilities.
She noticed a young girl, obviously headed to the gym, in a tank top that rode high in her mid-back and exposed her belly button. Her thin stringed thong was showing on the back of her tights. Her pink underwear was providing a nice contrast against her pale and smooth skin.
"How sexy she must be feeling wearing that thong," Julie thought to herself. "I wonder if she gets aroused with that thin strip of fabric constantly teasing her entrance as she walks!" And this thought gave an immediate erection to her nipples and she felt her pussy juices flowing.
