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Subject: {ASSM} Respect (Revised) chapter 3 of 4 by rache (M/F, Cheat, Pregnant, BDSM)
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Respect - Chapter 3
by Rachael Ross

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 with 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.

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 Chapter 3

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