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.

 

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