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Subject: {ASSM} Respect 5 by Rachael Ross (M/F, Cheat, Pregnant, BDSM, Group)
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Respect 5
Copyright Rachael Ross all rights reserved
Story Codes: M/F

Note: I'm in Bangkok and every part of me is screaming for action. My
mind is ablaze with the excitement around us, and yet in the morning,
waking up and working...I want to be slow and deliberate. Pacing pacing
pacing...I just have to remember those three words and I'll be okay.
-rr

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Respect 5
By Rachael


I was looking down. It seemed sometimes as if I were always looking
down, ever since that day seven months previously when I'd allowed
myself to be seduced so easily by Dr. Paul Prescott. It had felt good
at the time and that was really my only excuse, which was no excuse at
all. I'd suffered with guilt ever since, for cheating on my husband,
for betraying my family and my upbringing. For very nearly throwing
away everything that was truly important to me. Just for a few moments
of pleasure? It wasn't a very good deal.

The worst part, maybe, was the baby in my womb. It wasn't my
husband's child and he knew it. Telling him that I was pregnant had
been even more difficult than telling him that I'd cheated on him.
He'd punished me for it, as a real man should I think. As anyone
should. If I'd caught him making love to his secretary, or over
dinner he confessed that he'd gotten another woman pregnant, would I
have been so lenient as he'd been with me? He hadn't kicked me out,
afterall, he hadn't screamed, or broken anything. He hadn't slapped
my face. He'd just ignored me for awhile and perhaps that had been
worse.

But we were married, we were in love, and my guilt and remorse were
evident, so he'd begun to forgive me. Not completely, I thought, not
yet, but it was coming. The day when it would be alright again, when he
could really love me and trust me again. The day when he could respect
me, and then too would I be able to respect myself.

That day seemed very distant though, as I sat there on a leather bench
in a largely empty room, looking down.

Angela was with me, sitting close with her arm around my shoulder and
her hand on my swollen tummy, caressing my baby through the skintight
rubber that covered my body from my toes to my neck. It was black and
shiny and I wore it as a second skin, a dark mirror that reflected the
fluorescent lights above us. It was a gift from my husband, from Jack,
the first he'd given me in seven months.

And there, standing against the wall, was Paul himself, Angela's
husband and the father of my unborn child, although neither of them
knew it. That was my secret and mine alone. My husband had never asked
who the father was, although I had waited for the question, even prayed
for it. I think if he'd asked, if Jack had shown some interest beyond
the bare fact that I'd cheated on him, it might have meant something.
I just wasn't sure what precisely. My husband was something of an
enigma to me, seeming very much different from the man I'd married
almost a year and half before. I was different too however, changed in
many ways, and so perhaps all of this was just a part of a process
we'd endured before, falling in love.

Such are the thoughts a woman has while waiting for her husband to meet
the man who'd fucked her. It was going to hurt, if the truth came
out. I didn't know exactly who or how, but it was a sense I had,
making the small loose strands of hair at the back of my neck stand up.
Angela seemed innocent of the whole affair, sitting there and making
friends with me. I liked her and I hadn't tried not to. She didn't
know her husband had seduced me, it wasn't her fault. I didn't want
to hurt her with the truth.

And Paul, Dr. Prescott, he'd barely remembered me when we'd met
tonight. Doubtless he remembered fucking me, I could see it in his eyes
that he remembered that much at least, but little more than that. I'd
never confronted him, never tracked him down to tell him about our
baby. I'd been afraid to, at least in the beginning, and then later
I'd considered an abortion, and so he'd have no real interest in me
anyway after that. And finally, after deciding to keep my baby and
offer it up for adoption, I'd simply wanted to forget him. That was
all, I wanted to put everything behind me and shut it out forever.

But here he was, in the flesh, and the elevator was coming and with it
my husband, or so we all expected. It had been some time since Jack had
dropped me off at the club, the Pacific Northwest Power Exchange, or
simply PX, which was a Seattle based BDSM group. It was our new
passion, this alternative lifestyle, and one that we'd both embraced
for our own personal reasons. I suspected it was the reason for my
husband's newfound sex drive, which had been lackluster at best for
the first 8 months of our marriage. Now he was eager and ardent and
attentive enough that I was overwhelmed at times with his desire for
me. His desire to punish me, to humiliate and love me, as if suddenly
all those things were one and the same.

And punishment was good. I'd found myself accepting it readily. Would
I have done so before that day when I'd betrayed him? I didn't
know, and I would never know, but it was unimportant. Through
unfortunate fate we'd found something new and persuasive to our
hearts. If my reasons for wanting this, for allowing myself to be bound
and beaten and subjugated, were impure, at least they were mine. All of
us have our reasons, and none of us can judge anyone but ourselves. My
husband hadn't judged me, or so I believed, he'd accepted what I
told him and had treated me as he'd felt necessary. My acceptance of
that was necessary to me.

I felt my heart stop as the elevator doors opened. I was determined to
say nothing to my husband about Paul and I could only hope that he
wouldn't notice anything wrong. But I'd never been good at hiding
things, at lying. Guilt poured out of me like blood from an open wound
and Jack knew me so well.

"Charles. And Charli..." Paul sighed. "...Beautiful as ever."

"Hello Paul." A man's voice said, "Hi Angela..."

"Hi Paul." There was a woman's voice, and the sound of heels on
the cold tiled floor.

"...meeting out here tonight?" The man chuckled and I felt him
closer as Angela let go of me, rising to give the man a hug and accept
a kiss on the cheek.

"You remember Lisa?" The woman was saying and I looked up finally,
confused for a moment as I thought she was talking about me.

"Yes I do, I remember every inch of her." Paul laughed and hugged a
second woman.

"We missed you, how was Rome?" The man, Charles, was asking Angela
and I remembered meeting him once before, at one of the first meetings
Jack and I had attended. I remembered his wife as well, Charli, but we
hadn't spoken very much at all. They'd been with another woman,
another aspiring member like ourselves. Her name was Lisa, and she was
kissing Paul's cheek and smiling.

"It was fabulous..." Angela smiled.

"We have a Lisa too." Paul smiled, turning towards me and I stood
up slowly, feeling nervous, and an odd mixture of relief and
disappointment that Jack hadn't been on the elevator.

"Well, of course you do!" Charles smiled, letting go of Angela and
embracing me gently. "How could anyone forget you?"

"It's nice to see you again." I said, returning his hug awkwardly
with my large tummy between us.

"You remember my wife, Charli, and our pet, Lisa?" Charles stepped
back and Charli took his place, kissing me lightly on the cheek.

"Look at you!" Charli stepped back, smiling as she took in my body.
I'd been all of 5 months pregnant perhaps when we'd met previously,
and dressed much more conservatively.

"Isn't she amazing?" Angela was smiling. "I'm head over
heels, I think."

"Where did you ever find an outfit like that?" Lisa was hugging me,
just a squeeze and then stepping back.

Charles had made his way back to Paul and they were smiling and talking
quietly, glancing at the four of us women. The other three were
standing close around me, admiring my maternity fetishwear and of
course my oversized stomach.

"My husband found it, someplace on the internet." I giggled, "He
surprised me completely."

"I bet." Charli was nodding. "It's beautiful. Suits you
perfectly, don't ever take it off." We all laughed at that.

They were all attractive people. Charli dressed much as I remembered
her, very dark with what looked to be a short black slip covered with
an outer layer of sheer black lace, formed like the shadow of a ball
gown. Her skin was white, extremely pale, and her black hair was long
and silky straight, falling halfway to her waist, and she had the
bluest eyes I think I've ever seen. With her crimson lips and deep
black eye shadow, Lisa looked like the quintessential Goth, vampiric
and sullen, until she smiled. But even her generous smile didn't ruin
the effect; it just made her seem more intimidating, like she knew a
secret that amused her.

Her husband was handsome in a boyish way, with rogue good looks beneath
a tangle of soft brown hair that he wore long, over the ears and on his
shoulders. His eyes were brown until one got close enough to look into
them, and then you could see they were green, as I imagine the sea a
hundred feet down. Dark green and open with invitation. I remember
liking his eyes very much when we'd first met; they weren't like
anyone else's. He was dressed casual, like Paul and like my husband,
who would arrive momentarily I was sure.

Charles and Charli were full members, and both of them Dominant. Lisa
was their submissive, or their pet as they liked to call her with no
small affection. She was dressed provocatively, wearing what looked
like a genuine Girl Scout uniform. A loose fitting shirt complete with
troop patches and insignia, tucked neatly into a pleated skirt that
barely covered her tight round butt. As she moved I could see her white
panties, tight bikini style underwear like a teenage girl might wear,
and she looked like a teenager. But of course she was older, in her
mid-twenties I'd guess, but it wasn't obvious at first glance. Lisa
had a very pretty face and long blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail
with a pink ribbon. She had long tanned legs, something I've always
admired in other women since mine were so short, and she completed the
outfit with knee high socks and a pair of black Betty's that reminded
me of the 8th grade.

Only couples could join the club, that was a rule strictly enforced, no
singles allowed. But a threesome was alright, so long as two of them
were already members. A couple could sponsor a single man or women, but
only as a part of their union, as such things were called. Jack and I
were a union, which I supposed was practical since not all of the
couples in the club were married to each other, or even socialized
outside of the club. That seemed strange to me, but this was a
different sort of lifestyle than the usual.

So, Lisa was sponsored by Charles and Charli, and I think she was going
to be voted full membership soon. Jack and I had no sponsor, at least
that I was aware of, and I had no idea how he'd found out about the
club or managed to get us in. I had asked about it once, after our
second Gathering, but I'd gotten no specific answers and my attitude
towards the whole affair was one of trust. I'd do as my husband
wished, not only or simply because he wished it, but because I found
myself enjoying it as well. If I hadn't, I doubt Jack would have
tried to force me in any way.

It took at least 6 months I'd been told, and more often as long as a
year, before candidates were voted membership, or informed that they
were unsuitable. Such a decision was still a long ways off for us, but
I'll tell you it was never far from my mind. I was excited by the
thought of being accepted, but anxious as well and afraid to hope for
too much. I'd only enjoyed myself at the gatherings and events we'd
attended. As nervous as I always was upon arriving, by the time we left
I was always relaxed, and often exhausted with pleasure.

It wasn't that we had sex, not that at all. In fact I'd never had
intercourse at all, with anyone at the club, not even my husband. But
there are many forms of erotic pleasure and my husband and I were eager
to learn. Some unions had sex, of course, and I'd certainly witnessed
a lot of it. But there were probably more people who didn't, at least
not in public. I couldn't say what was happening behind the closed
doors of the smaller, more private rooms.

The club was very structured, very formal, and I think that was the
aspect of it I enjoyed the most. Jack had established our limits, or
our rules, when it came to interacting with others, and that was his
right and responsibility as the Dominant half of our union. I probably
didn't know all of the limits he'd set, and I didn't really need
or want to, although I'm not sure we were typical of most of the
members in that regard. I did know that I couldn't have sex with
anyone but Jack. Not oral or anal, or even masturbation or kissing. I
wasn't allowed to scene with anyone without his permission and
presence. My personal limits, those restrictions I placed on a scene,
were determined solely by me and we used the standard safewords: Yellow
and Red.

Every member was expected to know and understand the rules and limits
of others, and respect them at all times. There was no warning for
breaking rules such as ours, there was only permanent expulsion, and if
one member of a union was expelled, so was the other. It had seemed
rather harsh to me when I'd learned that, but after witnessing scenes
and speaking with members, it soon became clear that there could be no
other way. Everything was based on trust and respect and once lost, it
could never be regained.

That alone bothered me more than you might imagine, for I'd broken my
husband's respect and trust. And now, standing there in the same room
with Paul and his wife, I was worried that I was doing it again. If I
didn't speak up, at least to my husband, and to Paul, to explain that
Paul was the man I'd cheated with, I felt I'd be breaking the
rules. If not in deed, then certainly in conscience. I had no idea what
I was doing, all of this was way over my head and I needed someone to
talk with about it. Someone whom I could trust to be impartial and
wouldn't be hurt by what I'd done.

"Are you ready?" Charles was rounding up his wife and their pet,
putting his arms around them and smiling at me. "We'll see you
inside."

"Don't be long." Charli gave my tummy a little pat, and then Lisa
smiled at me as well as they left the foyer and entered the club
proper.

Paul was looking at his watch. "Where did your husband park,
Vancouver?" He teased me.

"Oh, I hope not!" I laughed nervously, sitting down again. "I
told him next time we're taking a taxi."

"Yeah, that's what we do." Angela sat with me, nodding. "It's
ridiculous down here."

"Well, you guys don't have to sit with me..." I was saying and
the elevator started again.

"Here he is." Paul nodded.

I was tired of worrying, but apparently not done with it yet as I felt
my heart lurch into my throat. I stood up with Angela and watched the
doors expectantly as they opened and Jack was there, smiling
apologetically.

"Sorry, babe." He said, walking over to give me a little hug.
"Hi, how are you?" He looked around at Angela and Paul.

Angela smiled at him, saying hello, and Paul crossed the few yards that
separated us, extending his hand.

"Jack, this is Doctors Angela and Paul Prescott, this is my husband,
Jack." I made the introductions, willing my voice to remain steady.
"My upper-half." I added with a small laugh.

"Hello, Paul." My husband was shaking hands with the man who'd
fucked me.

"Jack, nice to meet you." Paul answered, and I couldn't see
anything between them, hostility or jealousy, or whatever. Just the
usual alpha-males sizing each other up looks that all men seemed to
share. The females, the Domme's, had that same attitude, so I knew it
wasn't strictly sexual, around the club at least.

"Well, you're certainly worth the wait, Jack." Angela licked her
lips, giving my husband a rather obvious look of interest. That
wasn't uncommon though and I'd gotten over the openness of the
membership when it came to things like that. But it still made me
vaguely uncomfortable, especially under the circumstances.

"Angela and Paul were keeping me company." I explained, watching as
Angela hugged my husband, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

"I see, that's awfully kind of you." Jack smiled. "Thank
you."

"Oh, it's no big deal." Paul laughed, slapping Jack lightly on
the shoulder. "What are friends for?"

"Are we going in?" Angela looked at Paul.

"You guys go ahead, we'll be along in a minute." My husband
nodded to Angela.

"Okay, see you in a bit." Angela put her hand on my tummy one more
time and gave me a little kiss on the corner of my mouth, surprising me
a little. "Don't be too long."

Paul flashed us a little smile and wave

"They seem friendly." Jack grinned as soon as Angela and Paul were
gone. "Are you okay?" I think he could sense something wrong with
me and I did my best to hide it.

"Yeah, I just wondered what was taking you so long." I smiled and
sat back down.

Jack had my collar in hands and he bent over me while I tilted my head
up so he could fix it around my delicate neck. It was thin black
leather, rather simple, with a small silver tag shaped like a heart. My
name was engraved on it and all slaves and submissives wore collars of
one sort or another. Some were like mine, simple and practical; others
had everything from heavy iron slave rings, to light gold or silver
chains. One woman I'd seen, an older woman in her late 40's, had a
leather collar studded with diamonds. Real diamonds and I'd wondered
where one would find a jeweler to do something like that. She'd told
me Beverly Hills, of course.

It wasn't soon after we'd entered the club that we found ourselves
with Paul and Angela, although I'd wished to avoid them if at all
possible. There were a lot of people there, perhaps thirty or more just
in the common area, the large open space around which all the smaller
rooms were situated. I'd excused myself to use the restroom as soon
as we were inside and felt no embarrassment at all having to ask a
woman I didn't know to unzip me.

"This things are nice, but why can't they put the zippers in the
front?" She giggled.

"Or at least on the side. Thanks." I smiled.

When I was finished there was no one in the bathroom, so it was only
mildly embarrassing walking through the crowd to my husband and asking
him to zip me up. People were showing a lot more skin than just a bit
of my back, and so was I for that matter, the latex was so thin and
fitted my body so well that every tiny bump and indentation was plainly
visible. I may as well have been naked, I thought, but I wasn't and
that made it okay somehow.

"We've been invited to watch a scene." My husband told me, as he
smoothed the bit of overlapping rubber that hid the zipper.

"Oh, really? Who?"

"That woman that looks like Vampirella we met a couple months
ago..."

"Charli?" I turned around looking at my husband.

"Yeah, Charli and her girl, Lisa." He smiled at me. "She's
dressed like a girl Scout."

"Yeah, I saw her." I giggled. "All she needs is a box of
cookies."

"Mmm...Now that would be illegal." Jack laughed.

Charles, Charli, and Lisa were in one of the private rooms, with a
small audience of two already in attendance, our newest friends Angela
and Paul. I stopped at the door, for just a second, with my smile
frozen on my face while I tried to calm myself. This was going to be
okay, I thought. We'd watch the scene and nobody would notice a
thing. Nobody would guess that Paul had put his baby in me. It would be
okay.

Each of the rooms had a different motif, although at the time I
didn't really know that much about them. The one we were in resembled
a classroom, which I thought was kind of neat. It may even have been
used for a classroom since I knew the club did hold some educational
functions from time to time, with members giving little lessons on
different aspects of BDSM. Everything from knot tying, to asphyxia, to
stretching, and who knows what else. Anything that can be imagined
really. The only lesson we'd ever attended had been a mandatory one,
First aid and Adult CPR, taught by one of the members who could
actually certify people in it. I even got a small card that said I knew
what I was doing, but I certainly hoped I'd never have to prove it. I
didn't have a lot of faith in myself.

There was a blackboard on the far wall, and near that a large
teacher's desk and then a few students desks with chairs. The walls
around that little stage area were decorated with the sort of posters
and pictures and notices you'd remember from your own high school
days. There were other props as well, a filing cabinet, little round
waste basket, and the ubiquitous round wall clock. It was all lit
brightly and seemed ready for any school fantasy you could think of.

Near all of that sat a large sofa and several well cushioned arm
chairs, with end tables and soft lamps glowing on them. That part of
the room was darker, and arranged so people could relax, have drinks,
and enjoy the show. Paul and Angela were sitting close together on the
sofa already, and they turned to greet us as we entered. Charles was in
one of the chairs and he gave us a little wave. Our little girl scout,
Lisa, was sitting on the teacher's desk, and from the 30 odd feet that
separated us I might have sworn she was just 15, or maybe 16 years old
at the most.

Charli had changed clothes, deciding to be a sex education teacher
instead of a vampire, at least for a little while. She was wearing a
blood red corset, pulled so tight I wondered how she could breathe.
Seeing her waist cinched down to nothing I immediately felt like I
weighed 300 pounds suddenly, and I glanced at my swollen tummy
self-consciously. That corset really showed off her body though, which
was very nice with her round hips and large breasts threatening to
spill out of the corset's bustier. She had black fishnet stockings
and impossibly high heels, but apparently Charli was used to them,
because she moved around like a dancer.

Charli was holding a long wooden pointer and she swished it through the
air, smiling at us. "You kids don't want to be tardy!" She said,
trying to sound serious. "Or you'll end up in detention like this
bad little girl."

"Uh, no ma'am." Jack answered for us with a grin. "We're very
sorry."

"And who says detention is a bad thing?" Angela giggled.

"Not me!" Paul smiled and took me by the hand, pulling me down.
"Here, you can sit by me.

"Would you care to sit with me, Sir?" Angela was looking at my
husband, but her eyes were lowered submissively, reminding me that I
too had to follow the customs once I was inside the club. I'd already
forgotten them when I'd come out of the bathroom, talking with my
husband. That was always hard to remember until I'd been there for a
little while.

"Thank you, Sir..." I told Paul softly, but glanced at my husband.
"If it pleases my Master?"

"You can sit with him." My husband smiled. "Be good." He teased
me as he took his place next to Angela so that they were between us,
with Jack and me at opposite ends of the sofa.

I had to remember to reply to any Dominant who addressed me, and to
respond respectfully, addressing them as Sir or Ma'am. Jack was
always Master to me, but if I was given to someone, that is if was
allowed to scene with another Dom, then I would address them as Master
or Mistress until the scene was over. It wasn't too hard to remember
once the evening started, but it did require a subtle change in
thinking, and it made people speak more slowly I think. Or more
deliberately possibly, so that the club became even more formalized in
even the smallest details.

I also couldn't tell a Dom to do anything, but I could only suggest,
or better yet, ask him or her if they cared to do something. Like sit
with me perhaps, as Angela had done with my husband. If a Dom wanted me
to do something, I had to defer to my husband's wishes. I couldn't
refuse to sit with Paul, only my husband could decide if I would or
wouldn't. Usually a Dom would ignore me and just ask my husband as if
I weren't even there, but not always, and that always seemed to be a
little test I thought. A chance for a member to see if I was serious
and paying attention to the rules and customs. I was glad Angela had
spoken first or I might have made a mistake.

People did scenes in front of small audiences all the time, if audience
was even the right word. Usually it was just a small group of close
friends, or at least newly made friends. That had seemed odd to me at
first, but I'd done several scenes myself. Only once with my husband,
and twice with different Masters while my husband and others watched.
I'd been nervous, and frightened of course, not knowing what to
expect and afraid I'd appear foolish somehow, but once it started,
and it was good, I quickly forgot anyone else was there. And if I did
happen to think about it, I would get a small exhibitionist thrill that
only made it better.

Charli and Lisa were obviously very experienced with each other and it
was interesting to watch. The room filled with sexual tension as the
darkly beautiful Charli began with putting bright golden Lisa's
pantied ass on display. The girl, for that was how she looked to me,
was bent over the teacher's desk, her long legs spread slightly and
Charli chastised her for wearing such a short skirt, for teasing the
boys, and worst of all, for teasing Charli.

The desk was not just for show either, as I soon found out when Charli
opened the drawers, pulling out various paddles and canes and whips.
She'd examine them carefully, asking Lisa if she liked this one or
that, and occasionally using one on the girl's soft round butt.

"Hold this one for me, I like it." Charli smirked at one point and
pushed the phallus shaped handle of a leather cat-o'-nine-tails into
Lisa's mouth, working it in and out of the girl's stretched lips
for a moment like a large black cock, before leaving her to hold it in
her mouth.

Charlie finally settled on a paddle that looked like one of those flat
wooden bats they use in cricket. It looked rather dangerous to me and I
wondered how it would feel. Lisa was soon to find out and I watched
with rapt attention as Charli held it with both hands, swinging it hard
so that the flat wood slapped Lisa's ass with a painfully loud
smacking sound. The girl's whole body seemed to jerk and Charli
warned her not to drop the flogger clenched between Lisa's teeth or
she'd really be punished.

The panties Lisa wore offered little protection and after a dozen
strokes with the paddle Charli stopped, pulling Lisa's panties tight
between the cheeks of her ass so we could all see the girl's skin
livid with furious heat. But she hadn't lost the whip in her mouth
and Charli rewarded Lisa with a rough massage of her tortured skin,
digging her fingers into the soft globes of Lisa's ass, pulling and
pushing and chuckling cruelly as the girl moaned, writhing on the desk.

I was excited by what was going on, so much so that I'd almost
forgotten exactly where I was and who I was with. My heartbeat was
quick and I was almost panting, enjoying the scene and wishing more
than a little that it were me up there instead of that other Lisa.
Charli looked like she knew what she was doing and I'd never been
with a woman.

"Take out my penis, Lisa." Paul whispered in my ear, his hand
stroking my stomach gently. He'd been touching me since I'd sat
down, mostly just there on my stomach, or on my thighs, and I hadn't
minded it so much once the scene had started.

"Wha..." I swallowed hard, dropping my eyes quickly. "Sir, I...I
can't do that..."

"Why not?" He chuckled softly and his breath was hot on my skin.

"I have to ask my...my Master, Sir." I felt a small shiver run
along my spine.

"You didn't have to ask him before." Paul's hand was sliding
down my stomach, following the great round shape down between my legs,
pressing his fingers between my thighs.

"I...Please Sir, I'm not the same person..." I did look at him
then, staring into his eyes with mine, pleading for this not to happen.
If I had to, I'd tell my husband exactly who Paul was.

He stared at me for a long count of ten and then nodded, maybe trying
to decide if I was telling him the truth or not. "Good." He smiled.
"I like you better this way."

I let out the breath I was holding as Paul's hand moved back to my
tummy, easing the pressure he'd been putting on me to open my legs.

"So ask him." He told me, and it wasn't a request. He was a total
Dom. "Ask him now."

I felt my stomach churning and I licked my lips. I didn't want to
ask. I didn't want to do it, to touch his penis again. The thought of
it did not excite me at all, if anything I was repulsed by it and all I
could do was hope my husband would sense this and say no.

"Master..." I leaned forward slightly, trying not to speak too
loudly as it would have been very rude to interrupt a scene. "...He,
uh, Sir has asked me to touch his..."

"Cock." Paul whispered.

"...his cock. May I?" I was looking down, afraid to look at my
husband just then, or Angela, wondering how she might react.

"Of course you may, Lisa." My husband agreed immediately,
surprising me so that I looked up only to find that Angela had already
done as much for my husband. She was smiling at me as her left hand
moved slowly up and down Jack's hard penis.

I stared at him and he just smiled at me, giving me the barest
suggestion of a shrug, and this was new territory for us both, I
thought.

"My Master has given me permission to do whatever Sir would like me
to do." Angela said softly. "Perhaps your Master would give you the
same courtesy."

The words were obviously meant for my husband and he made a small
"Hmmm..." sound, as if he hadn't considered that.

I was feeling very confused by that point, like my world had turned
upside down. First by Paul testing me, for I was sure that was what he
was doing, whether for his own twisted reasons, or because it was a
club thing, I didn't know. But also by my husband's rapid agreement
to let me play with another man's cock, something he'd flatly
refused during previous visits; and then seeing that Angela was already
playing with my husband and I hadn't noticed a thing, nor had my
husband bothered to let me know what he was doing.

I didn't know how I felt right then, or even how I was supposed to
feel. A little hurt possibly, angry maybe, even a touch of jealousy
perhaps. But none of those emotions seemed genuine, they seemed more
like feelings that I was expecting, or wanting maybe. My real feelings
were hidden from me, or I was hiding from them perhaps. Did I really
want to share my husband like that? To see another woman touching him,
perhaps even making love to him as she'd suggested she would if my
husband desired it? And how could I dare want my husband to give me in
the same way to Paul? Did he know or suspect that the man had taken me
once already? He couldn't know, I thought, all of this had to be some
ironic twist of fate.

"I think we should leave her clothes on tonight. I spent to much for
that outfit to see her out of it." My husband was leaning behind
Angela, speaking with Paul and they both had a soft laugh at that.

"I understand completely," Paul was nodding. "And I thank you,
Sir."

"I thank you, Sir." My husband replied without so much as a glance
at me.

So I was to do whatever Paul wanted me to, short of removing my
clothes, which basically meant the man couldn't fuck me. It was small
consolation when I realized it was just the first step towards
something new and completely different for our relationship. I
swallowed hard and began undoing Paul's trousers as he rubbed my
swollen belly. Just in front of me I could see Paul's wife bending
over, taking my husband in her mouth as he leaned back, sighing
happily.

I felt a secret thrill, one that I couldn't hide and I bit my lip. I
slipped my hand inside Paul's pants and felt the heavy warmth of his
semi-hard cock, the same one I'd felt seven months ago when it had
poured it's potent seed into my womb. I felt a tingle across my skin,
an involuntary shudder of dark delight. I was revisiting the scene of
the crime and about to do it again, but this time with my husband's
blessing. Whatever happened the rest of the evening I was certain I
would still respect Jack, but as I pulled Paul's beautiful cock free
of its confines I couldn't help but wonder if my husband would ever
find his respect for me.

End
rache696@yahoo.com

Note: I have tried to me much more diligent in my proofing, for
continuity, grammar, and spelling. Hopefully it shows. Thanks for your
patience and for reading. I threw more odd psycho thoughts in the
blahhg.

End note: Okay, if you haven't figured out whom Charles, Charli, and
Lisa are, I won't tell you. That's a little something I put in the
story for the hardcore fans who read everything, for better or worse. I
thought this would be the last chapter, I really did, but I'm not
there yet. I've wanted to write a real BDSM story based on a couple
different clubs I've belonged to and this has proven to be a small
opportunity to do so. The one in this story isn't real, but elements
of it are, drawn from several very real clubs. Some people from the PNW
might recognize a little something something, but I do try to be
obscure when dealing with real people and places.

Anyway...We're a long ways from castration now, aren't we?

That reminds me though of a plot point that I almost used: When Angela
finally meets Jack for the first time she says something like
"Mmmm...He's almost worth the wait, if only he hadn't
gotten...you know..." and she makes a little clipping motion with her
fingers because she assumes that since Lisa consulted with Paul about
her husband, so then Lisa's husband must have been...you
know...clipped! And then Jack wonders what that means, and Lisa is
horrified, and Paul is a little amused maybe, and corrects his wife
gently, trying to avoid embarrassment for all concerned...But, as I
considered that plot twist I thought it might let a little too much of
the cat out of the bag, and I didn't want to commit myself to how
much Jack knows, or doesn't know at this point in the story.

I'm already regretting several earlier commitments I've made in
this story.

Anyway, call that a deleted scene and I'll include it on the DVD
along with the bloopers of Lisa trying to get into her bodysuit for the
first time. It was pretty cute. Thanks -rr

and, in case you missed it...all the text files can be found here:
http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm through the FTP servers. thanks
a million!

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