What a Mistake to Make - Sex Stories

What a Mistake to Make

Hi Everyone.

Today, I am trying something different. This will be my last 750-word story for now, but it's a two-for-one deal. I have put two 750 stories together--one from his point of view and one from her point of view. I hope you enjoy it.

There won't be a full story or any follow-up, so please don't ask. I did get my editor to run through this, so thank you, Ian.

For those who don't like or don't get the concept. I have written a story in 750 words or less, no more. You can only get so much said in the words available, and it doesn't give much scope for detail.

Thanks to all the readers of my first 750, the reaction was incredible. It taught me so much, and I will be doing more in the Loving Wives category in the near future.

Don't forget to comment and score at the bottom.

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We enter the ballroom after a wonderful meal. Arm in arm with my husband as he escorts me to the table I point to. He heads straight off in need of a proper drink, as he says. I've felt awkward tonight, but I can't put my finger on it. I'm not one to wear anything revealing, but I have gone a little risqué with my full-length figure-hugging gown.

I've worked for Benedict's Solicitors for the last eighteen months, and this is the first Christmas party my husband and I have attended. We had a different engagement in Washington this time last year.

He gets his single malt, and my glass of red, and is making his way back. "Julia, would you mind ...

... coming with me to the ladies?" Silvia, one of the personal assistants, asks.

I think it is an odd request, but she is an influential person in the company, and I don't want to upset the apple cart. I smile and nod. "Just going to powder my nose, Steve," I say to my husband. We thread our way through the tables, but I can't help but feel everyone's eyes on me. "Silvia," I say, trying to get her attention. She turns her head and slows so I can catch up. "Have I got something wrong with my dress or something?" I ask.

"Nothing we can't sort out," she says before continuing our trek.

Two of her lackeys are waiting near the bathroom door. "Ladies," I say, still trying to be polite but getting a little worried. They both squeal with excitement as I pass, taking me by surprise. I hear the band start to play some background music.

"Come on, ladies, we haven't got much time," Silvia calls over her shoulder.

We get into the empty bathroom. "Silvia, what is this about," I say as I check my dress in the mirror. "There's nothing wrong with my dress.

"That's your opinion, but it won't do for tonight," Silvia says flatly, appraising me.

I gasp; I love this dress. "What's so special about tonight?" I ask.

"Why, Julia, you have been chosen by Jenson Benedict himself to accompany him tonight," Silvia says proudly.

I laugh. "I'm here with my husband. Jenson Benedict will have to choose someone else," I hit back.

"Oh no, no, no, my dear. What Jenson wants, Jenson gets, ...