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Subject: {ASSM} Respect 6 by Rachael Ross (M/F, Cheat, Pregnant, Oral, BDSM, voyeur, exhibition)
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Respect 6
Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
Story Codes: M/F, Cheat, Pregnant, Oral, BDSM, voyeur, exhibition

Note: In case I haven't said it before, and I haven't...at least
not here, you should really read the previous 5 chapters before this
one. Otherwise this will be somewhat interesting, but probably
confusing and hard to get into.

Respect 6
By Rachael

I was trying to do too many things at once. Not that I wanted to be
doing all of them, or maybe I did; I was still trying to figure that
out.

I was sitting on a large sofa next to Paul Prescott, the man I'd
cheated with seven months before. The man who had fathered the child
growing in my womb. He didn't know it was his baby, however, and
neither did his wife, Angela. She was sitting just on the other side of
Paul, giving my husband, Jack, a blowjob. I guess that was okay though,
since I was jerking Paul off slowly with my left hand while I tried to
keep my attention on the little BDSM scene being played out in front of
us.

But my eyes and thoughts were continuously being drawn to the image of
Angela's long red hair hanging like a veil around the soft wet
sucking sounds that filled my ears. Not that they were being overly
loud, they weren't, but I was just a little too sensitive to it. This
was the first time that I'd ever seen my husband with another woman
and I wasn't sure how to feel about it.

I wasn't sure how to feel about stroking Paul's large cock either.
I'd wanted to avoid the man, really, but that had proven impossible
from the minute I'd bumped into him and his wife in the foyer of the
Pacific Northwest Power Exchange, the BDSM club to which Jack and I
were aspiring members. I'd tried my best not to think about him for a
long time, but now here I was, holding his long thick penis in my hand,
stroking him slowly while his hands played with my swollen belly.

Nobody in that room knew the real secret, that Paul had made me
pregnant during one brief moment of weakness. That was my secret and I
was deathly afraid that it might slip out somehow. My husband had given
Paul permission to do with me as the man wanted, provided the skintight
latex bodysuit I wore didn't come off. So at least Paul wasn't
going to try and have sex with me again, and that was a relief
actually, it would have been just too much for my guilty conscience
with my husband there.

The BDSM scene we were watching had been going on for a little while by
now. Charli, a beautiful Goth Dom was topping Lisa, a fresh faced young
woman who looked like the girl next door. Charli's husband, Charles
was sitting near us in an overstuffed chair, watching with obvious
pleasure. He was Dominant too and he and his wife shared Lisa as their
pet submissive.

Charli had already warmed Lisa's perfect round ass with a paddle. It
was red and tender, fully exposed as the girl's panties had been
drawn tightly between the globes of her ass, like a thong, splitting
her cheeks. Charli was using a flog on her now, a cat'-o-nine-tails,
that swished through the air and landed with a quick staccato of pain.
Lisa was crying out, her body trembling as she bent over the
teacher's desk, standing on tip-toe and her knees buckling slightly
with every stroke. It was making me incredibly hot, despite my
nervousness, and I found myself spreading my legs slightly for Paul's
fingers.

"You like it, huh?" Paul was whispering, digging into my puffy sex
through the thin layer of latex that covered me. It was black and fit
me closely so that every contour of my body was plainly evident. It was
like being naked in a way, and while Paul could touch me as if I were,
enjoying my pregnant body as he desired, I did have that odd protection
of being encased in rubber. The sensations conspired to drive my
desires ever further.

Paul suddenly pinched my sex, gripping my clitoris and a large bit of
the surrounding tissue through the thin latex and pulling. It made me
yelp sharply, my body jerking even as I looked down, embarrassed at
having made a sound which might have interrupted Charli and Lisa's
scene, but I doubt they noticed me at all by that point. They were very
much inside the special place that only a good BDSM scene can take you.

"I asked if you liked it." Paul stroked my cunt as if trying to
sooth me after his little punishment.

"Y-Yes sir..." I breathed, a small shiver going up my spine. "I
like it."

"Did you tell your husband that I fucked you once?" He asked and
his lips were on my ear.

I tightened my grip on his penis, shaking my head just a fraction and
staring straight ahead at Charli and Lisa.

"But you told him somebody did, didn't you?" He was working a
finger between my labia, pressing the rubbery material between my lips
and I shifted, feeling my sex growing even hotter, although it felt as
if I were on fire already.

"Yessss..." I hissed, forgetting to add the obligatory 'Sir'
but I doubt he was worried about it.

"And you're just aching to tell him about me, aren't you,
Lisa?" He kissed my neck softly.

"No...No sir, please..." I was moaning softly, lifting my hips and
suddenly wishing he'd leave me alone, or just push his fingers a
fraction deeper. I couldn't decide, my brain being confused with what
I was seeing and feeling and hearing.

"Look at me, slut." He said and when I reluctantly turned my face
towards his, Paul was kissing me. His lips on mine, his tongue forcing
it's way past my parted lips so that he filled my mouth with it.

My whole body went tense for a second, and my heart skipped a beat. I
didn't want to kiss this man, but it was good for some reason. I was
enjoying it even as the floodgates of guilt were opened and a darkness
seemed to fill me. I was kissing him back, letting him pull me closer
so that my swollen stomach was against his body. I sucked his tongue
and played with his rigid cock, feeling the slippery wetness of
Paul's precum beneath my soft leather gloves. I spread my legs wider,
letting the man caress my pussy, the pressure of his fingers against my
engorged clit was driving me now. My nipples ached, prominent and
bitterly restrained by the rubber surrounding me.

Paul's hand on my stomach moved upward, finding my heavy breasts
which had only recently begun to swell, preparing milk for our unborn
child. He squeezed me gently at first, and then harder, feeling my body
as if I were wearing nothing at all and I gasped into his mouth. We
were kissing like lovers, the way I'd really only kissed one man
before in my entire life - my husband. Paul was making love to me
with his mouth, I could feel it and I accepted it, forgetting
everything but the pleasure his tongue and lips and hands were giving
me. It was unfair, a small voice protested, but it went unheeded. I was
lost in the knowledge that this was the father of my baby and my
husband had given me to him, just this much and just for the moment,
but Jack had done it just the same.

I was released suddenly, left gasping and slightly disoriented as
Angela leaned across her husband and Paul was pushing me towards her.
The woman wrapped her arms around me, on hand going behind my head and
then she was kissing me. It was unexpected and I was still trying to
understand when her mouth opened and I realized she was pushing my
husband's cum into my mouth with her tongue. He'd had his orgasm,
while I'd been kissing Paul, and filled Angela's mouth with his
sperm. I accepted it, unable to do anything else and then pushed it
back. It was strange and wonderful and utterly depraved to my confused
mind. I'd never in my life kissed another woman before, nor had I
ever dreamt of my husband having sex with someone else. But here was
the proof, sliding between us, warm and thick and salty, while our
husband's watched.

We did that for a long time, until I was breathless and both of our
mouths were filled with my husband's cum and our shared saliva. I
swallowed thickly, as did Angela, and I couldn't help but return her
breathless smile.

"Suck Paul now..." She whispered. "Share it with me when he
cums."

All of this was so new for me, for my husband too I was sure. We'd
been coming here for almost two months but this was the first time
we'd ever played in any sexual games. We'd watched, and played out
BDSM scenes, but nothing had been like this. I caught his face, for
just a moment and he was smiling at me, and then he disappeared behind
Angela's soft red hair as she turned to kiss him with the same eager
enthusiasm I'd shared with her husband.

Paul pulled me down then, guiding me gently so that my mouth was over
his large cock. It was even bigger than I remembered. The first time
I'd seen it, that day seven months ago in his office, It had seemed
huge to me then, stretching my innocent sex as if I were a virgin again
and stealing my fidelity without a fight. I'd given myself to the man
easily and now here I was again, offering myself to him, letting him
take me. I felt guilt and fear and the impossible sensation of desire.
It was like being on a drug and knowing that my husband had given it to
me was just a rationalization. He didn't know everything, I tried to
remind myself, or he never would have allowed this.

I opened my mouth wide, closing my eyes for a moment as I took the
swollen head between my lips. I tickled it briefly with my tongue and
then took him deeper. My husband was average sized I think, a little
over 6, maybe 7 inches long and not so thick. I could take all of him
easily now that I'd had plenty of practice. But Paul's penis was at
least 2 or even 3 inches longer and very thick. I'd never get him
into my throat, all I could do was take as much as I could, the head of
his cock making me gag slightly as it nudged the back of my mouth, and
I quickly learned what I could take and what I couldn't. I just moved
my mouth up and down the top 4 inches or so and used my hands on the
rest of him.

It was messy like that, precum and spit were pouring out of my mouth,
leaking from my lips and running down the shaft, over my hand as I
stroked him. Paul didn't seem to mind though, he'd opened his
trousers completely, spreading his pants so that his dark curling pubic
hair was soon matted with moisture. Every now and again I would pull my
mouth away, licking and sucking along the shaft and down to his large
balls. I'd kiss them as well, and even take them into my mouth,
washing them gently with my tongue, rolling them around for a moment
while I pumped his cock with my fist.

He was a long time cumming and my jaw began to ache, my lips feeling
bruised and swollen. I was kneeling on the carpeted floor by then, my
big round tummy swollen with life practically resting on my thighs.
Paul was holding my head, guiding me up and down and I was making soft
wet noises that filled my ears. I wondered if my husband was watching
me, and I was almost certain he was. What did he think of me, I
wondered? His sexy trophy wife pregnant with someone else's baby, on
her knees in a BDSM club and sucking off a man he'd just met an hour
before. Was he punishing me? I didn't think so, he was enjoying this,
I thought. It was another step towards...wherever it was he was leading
me, I didn't know.

"Paul warned me when he was about to cum, his voice low and husky. He
was moving his hips slightly, lifting himself as he pulled my head down
and then he relaxed, just enough so I could hold just the head of his
cock in my mouth and jerk him off with my hand. I stroked him fast,
coaxing his balls to release the sperm inside them and a half minute
later I was suddenly rewarded with a warm flood of his thick cum. It
filled my mouth quickly and I had to resist the urgent need to swallow,
pulling my mouth away instead and pressing my lips tightly shut.

He was still cumming and I was still stroking Paul's cock, keeping my
face close, rubbing his cockhead across my skin so that he was covering
me with sperm. I kept pumping him until he was finally finished and I
turned immediately to find Angela waiting. I kissed her hard, opening
my mouth and pushing her husband's load into her hungry mouth. It was
the same as we'd done with my husband's cum, sharing it between us,
our lips locked tightly to form a seal and our tongues working against
each other, back and forth until we had no choice but to swallow and
breathe.

Angela licked my face clean, kissing and dragging her tongue across my
cheeks and chin and nose. Gathering the sticky remains of her
husband's orgasm into her mouth and saving it so we could kiss again.
It was exciting and erotic to me, although I've no doubt that a year
previously I would have found the idea of doing something like that
sick and repulsive. I was a different person now, completely changed
and changing still. I could feel Paul's sperm in my belly, joining my
husband's, and the thought was wickedly delicious for a moment and I
tried to shut it out of my mind.

I sat back down, Paul putting his arm around me as I tried to regain my
breath. My baby was awake again, kicking and that was another sort of
pleasure that would be impossible to describe unless you've felt it
yourself. I touched my stomach, feeling the odd shaped pressure moving
beneath my skin and without thinking I grabbed Paul's hand, putting
it on my tummy so he could feel it too. I didn't do that because he
was the father, or because I loved him suddenly, I didn't. It was
just a need to share that moment with someone, with anyone, it didn't
matter who, and he was closest.

"I feel it." He whispered, kissing my cheek in a gesture of
friendship, rather than any sexual context. He really did think it was
Jack's child and I'd given him no reason to think otherwise.
""You and Jack are so lucky." He was smiling and that brought me
to my senses suddenly and I looked down, trying very hard not to frown.

I knew I couldn't keep my baby. Jack would never let me and that
realization made me want to cry. None of this was fair, I thought. It
was a punishment of a different sort, and hadn't I been punished
enough yet? I was rocked with guilt, more than anything else, because I
was enjoying myself. I'd enjoyed sucking Paul's cock, despite all
my efforts not to, and now he was being my friend, the same way his
wife had been working to bring us closer. We'd shared something, all
of us and publicly. But only I knew the truth and it was a burden I was
unprepared for.

In the classroom set in front of us Charli had finished with the
flogging and Lisa was no longer bent over the teacher's desk, but on
her knees, kissing her Mistress' shoes, thanking the woman for her
punishment. It had been a short scene, and a simple one, but no less
exciting for it. Lisa's ass had been paddled and whipped and she'd
feel it for the rest of the evening, if not for the next day or two. It
was foreplay and I envied my namesake for the simplicity of her life.
She would find herself in the arms of both Charli and Charles soon, I
thought, her painful experience explored and shared while they made
love.

I would find myself with my husband, unable to share my thoughts and
feelings in full. I'd always have that secret inside me, that one of
our newest friends was the father of my baby. The man I'd looked to,
however briefly, to usurp my husband's rightful place in my bed. I
couldn't sit there with them, not while Paul was touching me,
caressing me as if he were my lover, kissing my ear and murmuring soft
words.

I excused myself to use the restroom, slipping away without a backward
glance. I needed to be alone, I felt, or at least away from my husband
and the Prescotts. I went to the restroom, not really needing to pee,
and I found it thankfully empty. I stood in front of the mirrors,
looking at myself. I was unhappy, that was plain, and my makeup was
hopelessly smeared. I reached for the tissue box and began wiping my
face, wishing I could wipe away everything, finding someone new and
different beneath. I was weary of this uncertainty. The guilt I could
take, the punishments, the waiting even, but the uncertainty of what I
was doing, what I should do, that was a burden I'd been unprepared
for.

I'd been in there a few minutes, cleaning my face slowly, when the
door opened and Charli and Lisa entered. They were smiling and happy,
Lisa especially was fairly glowing with her recent pleasure and her
body was flushed with color. I smiled at them, trying my best to hide
away my doubts and fears, but I was never very good at that and I
suspected Charli was especially keen at reading people.

"What's wrong, dear?" She sensed immediately that I wasn't
right and I felt her hand on my shoulder. Lisa had gone into one of the
stalls, leaving us alone for the moment.

"I'm okay." I told her, pretending once more, but Charli wasn't
fooled.

"Tell me, its okay. Did someone say something to you?" Charli spoke
softly and I think she was concerned that someone at the club had done
something to upset me.

There was a need in me to talk to someone, to seek a sympathetic ear if
nothing else. I'd felt that need before, in the foyer, and now it was
back and I felt as if I had no choice but to act on it. Charli was a
stranger to me, but then so was everyone else in the club really. She
at least seemed to like me, although I knew she was friends with Paul
and Angela. That was a small doubt however, and far outweighed by my
desire to confess to someone.

"Can we...talk? Someplace..." I spoke slowly, glancing around the
restroom, mostly I think so I wouldn't have to look directly at
Charli.

"Of course we can." The woman nodded. "This way."

Charli brought me to the boardroom as I called it, for no other reason
than that's what it looked like. It was large and well appointed with
a long table and a dozen leather chairs around it. We were sitting
close together and Charli listened while I told her everything.

"And you think Paul is the father of your baby?" Charli was still
dressed in her red corset, beautiful as ever and more than a little
intimidating, I confess. If ever there had been women born to be
worshipped, she was one of them.

"Yes, Ma'am." I sighed. She'd told me already we could drop the
formalities for the time being, but I felt more comfortable with them.
"He's the only one it could be. I never slept with anyone else and
my husband, back then..." I gestured with my hand. "...it
couldn't be his."

"You have to tell them." Charli told me gently. "You can't hide
that forever, not from your husband, and not from Paul."

"But what if..." I licked my lips, trying to find the words to
express my fears. "...I'm worried my husband will make a scene."
I glanced at Charli. "With Paul, you know?"

"He could." Charli shrugged. "But that's his choice, right? It
isn't up to you."

"Jack never asked me who the father is." I closed my eyes for a
second.

"You want him to forgive you?" Charli asked me.

"Of course, yes." I did look at her then, thinking that was
obvious.

"Then tell him everything. You can't have it one piece at a time,
if he forgives you and then the truth come out later..." She gave me
a small smile. "Better or worse?"

"Worse." I looked down at my tummy, knowing she was right.

"Then do something about it." Charli leaned forward, putting her
hands on my shoulders. "Tonight, while they're together."

"Together?" I swallowed nervously.

"It's the only way, trust me." She was squeezing me gently. "If
you tell one and not the other, they'll be suspicious...Your husband
will be suspicious. It's a male thing." Charli giggled softly.
"He'll wonder if Paul hadn't planned this, planned something,
whether it makes sense or not. If you surprise them both, if your
husband sees that Paul doesn't know, it'll go easier with him."

"Do you think so?" I searched her eyes and I found myself believing
her.

"Yeah, I do."

"But what about Angela?" I sighed, pursing my lips. I didn't want
to hurt her.

"Angela's tough." Charlie really did laugh then. "They have an
open relationship, well...semi-open anyway."

"Semi-open?" I wasn't sure what that meant.

"Paul can pretty much do what, and who, he wants." Charli grinned.
"Angela does what he tells her to. Charles and I have much the same
thing with our Lisa, it isn't uncommon among the couples here."

"Do you think she knows..." I was suddenly embarrassed at the
thought that Angela might have known about me all evening.

"Probably." Charli shrugged, "Or maybe not. It won't bother her
that Paul fucked you, I can tell you that. I have no idea what she'll
think about your baby being his."

"She'll hate me." I said miserably, remembering Angela's
excitement and obvious envy.

"Oh, I don't think so." Charli shook her head. "You
underestimate people a little too much I think. You underestimate
yourself most of all. Your husband loves you; he's already forgiven
you I think."

"Really?" I asked, not believing that very much. She didn't know
us very well.

"Yeah, but that's just what I see." She reached up to stroke my
cheek. "Did you ever think maybe he's just waiting for you to
forgive yourself?"

I felt her words, more than heard them, and I wanted to believe her. I
was aching inside, like a physical pain, a cramp way down deep in my
soul. I couldn't forgive myself, not yet, I was waiting for my
husband. He was the one who would save me, I thought, I couldn't do
it by myself. It seemed like a catch-22 almost; I wouldn't forgive
myself until he forgave me. But Jack wouldn't forgive me until I
forgave myself.

"We never talk about it." I said. "I mean specifically. Like
there's no words, I wouldn't know how." I didn't even know what
I was trying to express to Charli right then, but I think she
understood.

"Tell them everything and maybe you'll find the words..." Charli
was hugging me, pulling us together. "...it's the last thing, maybe
the only thing keeping you apart."

"I'm so scared." I clutched the woman, closing my eyes, wondering
where all this was leading me.

"You should be." Charli kissed my cheek. "But if you respect your
husband, if you want him to respect you..."

"I have to tell him, yes Ma'am." I nodded slowly, rubbing my
cheek against the top of Charli's left breast. I could hear her heart
beating softly in my ear and I wished mine were so strong and steady.

end of 6
rache696@yahoo.com

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