Sweet Surrender Ch. 13

"We're close," I replied, "but he's always had this fantasy life in mind for me where I get married to a man and pop out two or three grandkids for him and mom to spoil. I never wanted that, but I have strung him along since marrying Steve. I won't be able to do that once he finds out about you. I'll have to tell him I don't want to be a mother, and I think he's going to be crushed."

"Which means he'll hate me."

"No," I replied, drawing the word out. "Daddy will just be disappointed, but my mom has a way with him. If we give her time, she will soften him up. He will see how happy I am, and how wonderful you are, and eventually he'll come around to the idea that his little girl is much happier as a motherless lesbian in love with another woman than she ever was with a man."

"I'd hardly call that sniveling and spoiled little boy you married a man," Alexandra replied with an upturned nose.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Are you ever going to be able to call my future ex by his name?"

"Maybe," she replied, though her tone made it sound highly unlikely. "Perhaps I'll be able to do it on the day your divorce is final, and I can safely hold your hand as we walk out of the courtroom."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll love that," I said with a laugh.

"That's the idea!"

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"So, what's the latest?" I asked nervously the moment Jenny and Gretchen had sat down on the island and been served their drinks.

"Do you want to talk about this in private?" Gretchen asked.

"No, there's no need to keep any secrets," I replied. "I think everyone present is almost as eager to see my marriage ended as I am."

"Okay," Gretchen replied, pulling a leather binder from the bag she had over her shoulder. "I called your husband's attorney today and informed him that we would like to meet to discuss a possible breach of the agreement the two of you signed. That's scheduled for next Friday at noon, so you'll need to plan on being away from the office for at least two hours that day."

"She can take the entire day off with pay if she wants. It will be worth it if it will help get rid of that slimy turd she's married to," Alexandra announced with a flourish.

"Excellent," Gretchen said while opening the leather binder. "Here is a copy of the updated divorce filing that said turd will be served with at the meeting. I've already placed a couple of calls. There's a clerk at the courthouse who owes me a big favor, and she's willing to file this paperwork with the court and backdate it to the day of the turd's deposition."

"See what you've started?" I said with a giggle as I poked my girlfriend in the shoulder. "Now you have her doing it."

Alexandra stuck her tongue out at me, but otherwise said nothing.

"We'll be asking for fifty percent of the value of the home, half of the marital financial assets, and the financial support he agreed to in the postnuptial agreement. That will include him being required to have to continue paying the cost of your health insurance for the four-year period agreed to. Oh, and, my financial auditor did some digging into Steve's finances, and it turns out that he's been diverting ten percent of each paycheck into a private account that only he has access to. There's nearly seventy-thousand dollars in that account, though it will take a lot longer to figure out exactly what he's been using the money for."

"Whores, apparently," Alexandra spat, as if the words were distasteful coming out of her mouth. "I told you that he was a turd!"

"And in your opinion," I asked, "how do you think he and his lawyer will react?"

"His initial reaction is immaterial, but feel free to imagine him throwing a hissy fit. His lawyer will quickly see that they don't have any strong legs to stand on. They have no evidence of a conspiracy between you and Jenny, and she, like us, was merely pursuing her legal rights through official channels. Meanwhile, they can hardly claim that information I gathered pursuant to a public records request wasn't already public. I think his lawyer will advise him to settle the matter quietly. The question that remains is how much Steve actually cares about his reputation, vis-a-vis his career, and whether being outed as a philanderer and whoremonger is something his clients actually care about."

"Isn't that exciting?" Jenny squealed. "Soon we'll both be divorced former straight women with gorgeous lesbian lovers!"

I laughed and nodded my head at Jenny. "We'll have to have a party once all of this is finally over."

"Now, not to change the subject," Alexandra interjected, "but I was wondering if you would look over the final draft of the keynote speech I've written for the LGBTQ+ conference?"

"Of course," the lawyer replied. "I'm sure that these two can entertain themselves for a little while without getting in too much trouble."

"Well, we might cause a little mischief," Jenny announced playfully, "but we'll make sure it doesn't bother the two of you."

"Come on Jenny," I said with a giggle. "Let's go ahead and lounge by the pool."

The two of us took our wine and headed outside. The late morning sunshine was glinting off the shimmering water as we settled into our lounge chairs. It was already hot outside — not quite stifling, but warm enough that we wouldn't be able to sit there long without getting in the pool.

"I assume the kids are with their dad?"

"They're with his parents. Marcus is out of town for most of the weekend. He won't be back until Sunday evening."

"How's the custody exchange working out?"

"Good, for the most part. He gripes a little bit, while I smile and try to think about Gretchen to keep from throttling him. He has been good about his support payments, and he keeps making the payments on the house and utilities. I guess that's about all that I can ask for."

"Is there any hint that he's suspicious that you've met someone?" I asked.

"Oh, he's asked if I'm dating. Like I'd share that information with him. I've simply told him that it's no longer his concern. He pouts, but so far, he hasn't pushed the issue."

"What do you think will happen once he finds out that you're gay?" I asked, taking a sip of my drink.

"He's going to totally freak!" Jenny exclaimed with big eyes. "Or rather, his parents will, once they discover that the mother of their grandchildren has a lesbian lover. Those two will absolutely shit themselves!"

"Aren't you worried that they might come after you again on the custody front?"

"I've no doubt that they will," Jenny replied confidently, "but both my lawyer and Gretchen have convinced me that there isn't a judge in the district that will risk his political future by taking away a mother's kids simply because she's gay. It would be career suicide."

We sat there in silence for several seconds before the typically loquacious blonde burst the bubble of solitude that had settled between us. "Damn it's hot out here. Why don't we get into our bathing suits and cool off in the pool?"

"That sounds like a plan to me," I replied. "Come on; we'll head on into the house and get changed."

We both stood and grabbed our things before turning to head into the house. Jenny stopped suddenly, though, and I nearly ran into her backside. "Why don't we ever change in the pool house?" she asked, as if it was the first time that she'd really thought about it.

I smiled. I'd known that eventually the topic would come up. Of course, Gretchen knew what was in that room and what the true nature of my relationship was with Alexandra. After all, her firm had been the one to draw up our relationship agreement. That she hadn't said anything to Jenny wasn't a surprise, though, attorney/client privilege being what it is.

"Um... that's not exactly a pool house."

"What is it, then?" Jenny asked, looking confused.

"Would you like to see?" I asked with a grin.

"Sure," Jenny replied with a shrug.

"Come this way, then," I said, and led her around the pool.

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"Holy shit on a shingle!" Jenny said as she looked around the dungeon. I stood there and watched her intently. Her eyes had gone big as she'd taken in all the equipment and the display of whipping implements. I tried to keep from laughing at the thought of what she would think once she saw the vast selection of sex toys the drawers held.

"So, you're submissive and Alexandra is dominant, right? So, she spanks you with all of these?"

"No, not all of them," I said with a laugh. "I didn't like the feel of the whips and most of the canes. But she does paddle and flog me whenever the mood strikes her, or when I've been a brat — and I'm a brat quite often!"

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Not as bad as you might think," I replied. "It's more of a stinging pain at first. But when she starts mixing the sensual pain with stimulating my pussy, it enhances the experience. It has something to do with the hormones your brain releases when you're in pain — even minor pain. Those hormones make sex feel more intense. Alexandra can explain it a lot better than I can. I have the most mind-shattering orgasms whenever we do a scene. I've even passed out a time or two."

"A scene?"

"It's BDSM parlance for the sex that takes place between a Domme and her submissive."

"Wow!" Jenny replied as she walked over to the shelves and began to snoop. She touched a few of the whips and floggers. I couldn't help but smile when her fingers went to the first drawer and slid it open. "Holy shit! Look at all those big dicks!"

I burst out laughing so hard that my sides hurt. When I'd recovered, I walked over to where my friend stood looking down into the drawer. "She has quite the collection, doesn't she?"

"Yeah, she does!" Jenny agreed. "Has she fucked you with all of them? Even this black monstrosity?"

"Every last one of them," I said with a grin, "and I happen to like that black monstrosity."

"I don't know," Jenny said with a shake of her head as she carefully touched the thick gel cock as if it might bite her. "I've had two kids, and I'm not even sure that I could get something like that inside me! It must have left your pussy gaping like a paint can!"

I laughed again and shook my head, marveling once again at what a joy it was to have Jenny as a friend and confidant. She was as trustworthy as they came, and a nearly constant laugh riot to be around. After spending most of her days around two small kids, it wasn't a wonder that she let it all hang out when it was time for her to be around grownups that she felt comfortable with.

"And just what are the two of you up to?" came the sound of Alexandra's voice from the doorway behind us. "I thought we told the two of you not to get up to any trouble."

"Actually," I said, "we only promised to keep our mischief to a minimum and to not bother you two while you were going over your speech."

"Are you being a disrespectful brat, kitten?" Alexandra asked with a raised eyebrow. "You've already earned a punishment for being in here with your clothes still on."

I couldn't help the blush that rose on my cheeks. I'd forgotten all about the clothing rules without Alexandra being there. I'd never actually been in the room before without her.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, lowering my head respectfully.

"Christ, Alex," Gretchen said, walking further into the room. "The local sex store doesn't have as many sex toys as you do!"

"This isn't all of them," Alexandra said with a laugh. "I've got another cache of them upstairs in my walk-in closet. It's not quite as impressive as this haul, but Brooke and I manage to make do."

"How come you never offer to spank me?" Jenny said with an exaggerated pout.

"Because I'm not a Domme," Gretchen replied, "although with your mouth, it's a wonder that the thought hasn't occurred to me before now."

"You could at least offer," the sexy blonde replied with pooched lips. "Brooke says that it feels good."

"She does, does she?" Gretchen asked with a laugh.

"And did my kitten explain why it feels good?" Alexandra asked.

"She mentioned something about hormones..." Jenny replied. "Or maybe it was 'whore moans.' I can't remember."

"Oh, my god," I said with a laugh as I covered my eyes.

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The four of us settled into our usual spots in the entertainment room as we prepared to watch a movie. That night's selection was Below Her Mouth. We'd sort of made a tradition of spending our Saturdays lounging around the pool, drinking, and sharing a couple of meals before retreating to the dark confines of the small theater. There, we'd watch that night's choice of a lesbian movie before enjoying a late snack and heading off to our respective bedrooms for a night of passion.

I snuggled into my lover's arms as the movie started. According to the reviews I'd found, it was about an engaged straight woman who finds herself being seduced by an androgynous female roofer who's working on her building. We managed to make it through the first half-hour of the film before moans began to reach our ears that weren't emanating from the room's expensive speaker setup.

"Are we going to allow those two to have all the fun?" Alexandra whispered into my ear.

"What do you suggest?" I replied in a low tone.

She leaned down and whispered her reply, my eyes going big at what she had to say. "Huh?" I said a little louder than I'd intended. I was reasonably certain that I had misheard her — or at least I hoped that I had.

"You heard me, kitten," Alexandra replied in a low but stern voice. "And this is your Mistress talking to you, not your girlfriend. I owe you a punishment, and I do believe this is the perfect way for you to repay me."

Taking a moment to sneak a look over my shoulder, I could see that Jenny had her shirt pulled up and her bikini top lifted to expose her breasts as Gretchen suckled at her nipples. I quickly turned back around, feeling a bit embarrassed at having spied. But then I remembered what I was about to do, and having peeked at my friend's private moment seemed like a small thing.

My heart fluttering, I slid off the couch and dropped to my knees in front of Alexandra. I reached up and slid my fingers beneath the waistband of Alexandra's shorts. She raised her hips, her eyes watching me attentively as I nervously slid her shorts down over her hips. The look she was giving me, along with the eroticism of the act with our friends so close by — perhaps even watching— began to get to me. I felt my nipples harden; a steady pulse began to beat behind my clitoris. Alexandra had suggested once that I might have an exhibitionist streak, and I was starting to believe that she was right.

I slid her shorts free of her feet and let them drop against my knees. I then grasped the waistband of her French cut panties and began to remove them as well. Alexandra arched her hips and extended her legs one at a time to make the job easier for me. Once her panties were free of her right leg, the raven-haired beauty wantonly spread her legs, propping the right one up on the couch. The move wholly exposed her to me, her sex glistening in the light from the forgotten movie. I reached up and ran my fingers through the dark thatch of hair that hovered over her pussy as I leaned in and took a deep breath through my nose. Alexandra's fragrant aroma bathed my sinuses, her essence making my heart race faster than the finest cocaine. I caught a hint of movement out of my left eye. Looking up and over in the direction of where I knew our friends to be, I saw Jenny watching us as Gretchen feasted on her nipples. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to prove what a slut I was for the woman I loved.

I buried my face between Alexandra's legs and began to slurp at her engorged love button. I bathed it with my tongue and felt her tremble under my oral attack. Her hand settled into my hair as my tongue did an erotic dance against her clitoris. The taste of her arousal was musky and sweet; my tastebuds rejoiced as I fed at her essence. I became lost in my desire to please Alexandra even as I looked up and to my left to see Jenny watching me as Gretchen feasted on her breasts and fingered her naughty cunt. My friend stared back at me with an excited look on her face as she watched me make a banquet of Alexandra's sex.

"Such a slutty little kitty," "Alexandra purred as she stroked my head. I sucked at her love button in response, my own naughty cunt aching as I devoured her sex. I was desperately in need of a good fucking, my exhibitionist display having turbo-charging my arousal. I'd never known myself to be an extrovert before meeting Alexandra. There was something about her, though, that made me desperately want to please her. Her acceptance, and the affirmations I received in response to gratifying her requests, were like drugs to me. At times like those, they were like my next breath, essential for me to survive.

"You're so damned sexy!" Alexandra growled in a low yet audible voice as she began to gyrate her hips. "I'm going to fuck that pretty face of yours until it's covered in my cum!"

My sexy girlfriend then pulled my head in tighter as she ground her sweet sex against my face. I released a lustful moan as I began to shake my head side to side, the thought of making Alexandra come becoming paramount in my mind. I made eye contact with Jenny. The sexy blonde was moaning in a lascivious manner as she came on Gretchen's fingers. Alexandra's bleating became quicker paced as she her gyrations synchronized with the swipes from my tongue. The raven-haired beauty barely lasted another ten seconds before she came, too, her hips quivering in ecstasy. Alexandra wasn't shy, unashamedly crying out loudly as she pressed her pussy up into my face.

"That was so hot!" Jenny announced as she leaned over the couch in front of her, her breasts tantalizingly exposed for me to see. Fresh embarrassment made me flush. I wasn't ashamed, though. Alexandra was my goddess, and I would worship her anytime and anywhere she asked.

"You behave yourself," Gretchen said with a laugh, "or Brooke won't be the only one who gets spankings around here." Gretchen said with a laugh.

"Do you promise?" Jenny said excitedly as she plopped down into her girlfriend's lap.

"I can loan you one of my paddles," Alexandra suggested, joining in on the laughter, "or a cane, if you'd like." Alexandra suggested with a laugh.

"Ooo, can we borrow some handcuffs and ankle restraints too?" Jenny squealed. "I've never been bound before."

"Be careful, Jenny," I said with a laugh. "It's addictive." I wiped Alexandra's wetness from my face, licking the residue off my fingers.

"Well, we've all got a big week ahead of us," Alexandra announced, "so the four of us should retire to our bedrooms for the night."

"Sounds perfect to me," Gretchen replied as she patted Jenny's leg.

"I agree," Jenny said eagerly, "but don't forget the paddle that Alex said we could borrow."

"Slut," I said in a singsong voice, drawing the word out.

"That's 'lesbian slut,' thank you!" Jenny replied while sticking out her tongue.

We all laughed some more. Alexandra turned off the massive television, then we were all on our way. And as I walked dutifully behind my girlfriend and Mistress, I marveled at how wonderful my life had become. If only Friday went well, I could finally present the new me to the world.