Respect Ch. 03

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.