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Subject: {ASSM} Respect 7 by Rachael Ross (M/F, F/F, Cheat, Pregnant, BDSM, Romance, Consensual)
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Respect 7
Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
Story Codes: M/F, F/F, Cheat, Pregnant, BDSM, Romance, Consensual


Respect 7
by rache


"There you are." My husband smiled as Charli and I rejoined them.
He was standing with Charles and Paul, while Angela and Lisa sat
together on the sofa talking.

"We were just forming a search party." Charles laughed.

"I was just cleaning up a bit, Master." I said to Jack, trying my
best to smile for him.

"We're going to give Paul and Angie a ride home." My husband told
me.

"If it's not too much trouble." Paul smiled.

Charli was holding my hand and she gave me a little squeeze. I seemed
to remember something about Angela leaving her purse in their car, but
then she'd also told me they took a taxi. Or had that been someone
else? I was momentarily confused and caught of guard and my smile
faltered for a moment.

"Are you okay?" Jack frowned a little and the other two men looked
at me as well.

"Maybe you should just take her home, Jack." Paul said.

"No...No, I'm okay." I smiled and looked at them. "The baby was
just kicking a little, that's all."

"Why don't you guys get the car and we'll keep an eye on your
girls." Charli suggested, and after everyone agreed on that she led
me to the sofa so we could sit down with Angela and Lisa. Charles
joined us as well, getting comfortable in one of the arm chairs and
calling Lisa over to sit on his lap.

"Doesn't it bother you?" I asked Charli softly, "I mean they
look so close to each other."

Charles and Lisa looked very close. She had her arms around him, and
their faces were close together, whispering and smiling and looking
very much in love. If I hadn't known better I would have thought they
were married.

"No." Charli smiled, taking no offense to my question. "They look
good together."

"They look yummy together, you mean." Angela laughed.

"I don't know, I guess..." I sighed. I was sitting next to a
woman who had given my husband a blow job, and then watched as I did
the same with hers.

"Charles and I were looking for Lisa for a long time." Charli said
seriously. "How long did we look for Lisa, darling?" She asked her
husband.

"Lisa was busy divorcing her ex-husband." Angela whispered in my
ear with a giggle. "Long story." I just gave her quick smile,
finally realizing that these people probably knew each other very well.

"Hmmm? Oh, uh six years I guess...seven?" Charles shrugged and
kissed Lisa on the lips. "Too long."

"Yeah, seven years I think." Charli nodded. "Since right after we
were married."

"Why?" I asked, not really understanding at all.

"Well, we're both Dominant for one thing." Charli laughed. "We
both want to be on top. And we wanted to share someone, and be with
someone who could be shared. That's usually the hardest thing. Most
people can't give themselves to more than one person, at least not
permanently." She looked at her husband and Lisa, now kissing deeply,
oblivious to everyone around them. "But she can."

And it was obvious that the woman was in love with both of them and I
couldn't even imagine that. All I wanted to do was devote myself to
my husband. I could never share him, not like that.

"I couldn't do it." Angela chuckled. "I'd kill my husband if
he ever looked at another woman the way he looks at me."

I glanced at her, swallowing hard and wondering whether or not she
really did know Paul had fucked me. "But you...I heard, um...You have
an open relationship." I looked at Charli who was nodding.
"Right?"

"Yeah, we do." Angela smiled. "But that's just sex. I mean
there's sex, and..." she shrugged "...that's nothing really.
And then there's friends, like you guys. And I'd never get jealous
of a friend." She was looking into my eyes and I was afraid to look
away. "And then there's me."

"And there's only one of you, Angela." Charli giggled.

"And there's only one of me, ma'am, damn right." Angela laughed
too.

"I had sex with your husband." I said it before I even knew I was
doing it, literally. It was as if I were voicing a thought that I'd
meant to keep in my head, but hadn't and I winced, closing my eyes.

"Excuse me?" Angela asked, sounding confused and I realized that
hse hadn't known anything. "Did you just say you and Paul...had
sex?"

Everyone was looking, even Charles and Lisa had stopped kissing and
just sat there. I hadn't picked a very good place, or a very good
time to play true confession and I could feel my eyes growing wet. But
I'd never been able to keep a secret, not one that made me feel
guilty the way that one had. It was why I'd told my husband the same
day I'd cheated on him, and now I was telling Paul's wife.

"He uh, seven months ago, I went to the clinic, where he works and
somehow..." I was speaking so soft Angela had to lean close to hear
me and I cleared my throat, glancing up. "I don't know why, or
anything it just...happened."

"Shhh..." It's okay, sweetie." Charli was rubbing my shoulders
and I really did have tears then.

"He hurt you, didn't he?" Angela asked quietly, or perhaps it
wasn't a question, I couldn't be sure.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't..."

"That bastard." Angela reached out to touch my face and I jerked
slightly, thinking at first she was going to hit me or something. "He
knows better." She was stroking my skin and all I could do was look
down.

"I'm sorry, Angela." I pressed my face against her hand.

"You're just a child, how old are you?" She lifted my chin
gently, and I could see only concern on her face. It was like she was
just now seeing me for the first time.

"Twenty one. I...I was twenty when..." I closed my eyes. "...when
we did it."

"He knows better." Angela glanced over my shoulder at Charli.
"Just another notch. He couldn't even remember her name. What an
ass."

"There's more." Charli said, and I think she was talking to me as
much as Angela.

"More?" She narrowed her eyes while I took a deep breath.

I didn't want to go on, but Charli seemed to think I should tell
Angela everything. I was so frightened right then, I mean she seemed
pretty angry with her husband already, but I was a little confused by
it. I guess the sex part didn't bother her as much as the who part,
but she hadn't even known me. But maybe she just knew my type. Young
and inexperienced, probably very easy prey for Paul. I sensed that
Angela was simply angry because her husband had such little respect for
what had happened to me after he'd finished fucking me. It made me
wonder if this hadn't happened before with some other girl.

But now I was about to tell Angela that my baby was actually mine and
Paul's. That her husband had a child coming and I hadn't really
considered what all of that might mean. I'd spent seven months alone
with it growing inside me. It had been mine and mine alone for so long,
it just hadn't occurred to me that it didn't only belong to me
anymore...or once I told him about it, at least. Then it would be ours.
It would have parents, a mother and a father. I felt dizzy and my
stomach churned as I tried to understand what all that meant while
Angela waited impatiently, her fingers still on my face.

"We had sex seven months ago." I said, slowly repeating what I'd
told her before. I was looking into her bright green eyes, but there
was only confusion there. She didn't really understand until I looked
down, bringing my hands to my stomach.

"You mean..." Her eyes got wide and then she was looking down too.
"Your baby is...Paul's?"

I nodded, feeling as if I might cry again and Angela's hand fell away
from my face slowly. Nobody was saying anything and I just sat there,
holding my swollen stomach, feeling it warm and alive beneath the thin
latex that covered it. I was bracing myself, waiting for the explosion
I felt was certain to come. She must have been angry now, and not just
with her husband. How could I have let myself get pregnant? She'd ask
me that and I'd have no answer. And then she might ask why I was
carrying it to term, and again there would be nothing I could say.

"Lisa's husband doesn't know who the father is." Charli said.

"Mmmm...I'd guess not. They're like bestest friends now."
Angela said sarcastically. "And you never told Paul?"

"No." I said, shaking my head. "I...I'm sorry." It was all I
could say, and I'd said it so many times over the last seven months
I'd begun to wonder what it really meant. Or if I really meant it.
But of course I did, now more than ever.

"You don't have to be sorry. Look at me." Angela tilted my head
again, forcing me to open my eyes with her voice. "It takes two to
tango, I know, but he should have known better, believe me. He can be
pretty charming though, can't he?" She was trying to get me to
smile, or at least relax, but I was too nervous, too worn out from
trying to deal with all of the emotions in my head.

"He's seriously charming." Charli agreed, giving my shoulders a
little squeeze. "That's his problem. He gets away with too much."

"Well, he's not going to get away with this." Angela said.
"Don't worry, I'll talk to him, and Jack too. You must have been
worried sick over this!" She was hugging me, putting her arms around
me and holding me close and I almost started to think everything might
be okay somehow. Angela would tell them everything and...

"You can't tell them." Charli said. "Lisa has to."

"What? Why?" Angela pulled away slightly and I turned my head,
wondering the same thing.

"Because it's her baby, for one thing." Charli gave us a little
look, like that was obvious. "And for another, she needs to confess.
Jack needs to hear it from her and understand that she's sorry. If
you try and get her off the hook, it'll always be there between
them."

"But..." Angela started to protest but Charli cut her off.

"You can't do it. You can't apologize for Lisa and you can't
make everything right by protecting her. It's between her and Jack
and Paul."

"I'm married to Paul." Angela said. "He's my husband, this is
his baby."

"I'm just telling you that Lisa has to break the news. It's what
she's been waiting seven months for and after that..." Charli
shrugged. "...you can say whatever you want."

"Do you want me to tell them, Lisa?" Angela asked me.

She'd heard what Charli had been saying, but I don't think she
understood what I'd been going through, not the way Charli did.
Angela wasn't exactly impartial and that changed things maybe. She
was sympathetic with me, and I was very grateful for that. Perhaps
she'd been in a situation similar to mine, I had no idea. Or maybe
Paul had placed her in this same position before, it certainly seemed
possible, given her reaction.

"Charles, maybe you and Lisa could wait in the foyer in case the boys
show up. We might be here for awhile." Charli told her husband.

"Sure, babe." Charles nodded, and Lisa hopped off of him.
"We'll wait in the elevator."

"The elevator?" Lisa giggled. "Why, Master?"

"I've never done it in an elevator." Charles shrugged. "Have
you?

"Mistress told me not to tell you!" Lisa grinned at Charli.

"Traitor." Charli laughed.

"Somebody's gonna get a spanking later." Charles said, leading
Lisa out of the room. "I can feel it."

"You mean I can feel it!" Lisa laughed and then they were gone.

I was smiling despite myself, almost forgetting everything in their
pleasure, but Angela's hand on my thigh reminded me that she was
waiting for an answer. I wanted her to tell them, my husband and Paul,
and save me from having to face them. But I had to agree with Charli,
it was my baby and my problem, really. Not Angela's. She was Paul's
wife, true, but it only involved her in an abstract way, at least for
the moment. It seemed completely out of control, really, and I really
wished I hadn't said anything to her.

"No, I have to do it." I sucked my lower lip for a second. "I
have to tell them, or...I don't know. My husband has to hear it from
me, I think."

"I want to be there, though." Angela told me and I nodded. I
wouldn't mind having her there, I figured I'd need all the support
I could get, and apparently Angela was on my side. I just didn't
understand why.

We were quiet for a little while. I tried to imagine the different
things my husband might say, how he might react. I didn't think
he'd punch Paul in the nose, but he might. Or he might hit me, but I
seriously doubted that. He'd be unhappy though, I knew that much.
We'd gone almost 3 months without talking, and spent the last four
growing gradually closer. But I sensed our relationship was still
fragile and I was about to test the delicate balance we'd struck.

"What are you going to do with the baby?" Angela asked me.

"Jack doesn't want it." I said, making a small gesture of
resignation. "I was going to get an abortion, but I couldn't.
It's my baby, so..." I looked down at my tummy, "...I'm going
to give it up for adoption."

"Adoption?" Charli shook her head sadly. "We adopted a little boy
last year, Mason. He's going to be four next month."

"I..." Angela started talking, then stopped, narrowing her eyes
like she was focusing on something far away. "I didn't really have
a miscarriage. It was an abortion."

We were quiet for a minute, just watching Angela.

"I was 16 and this guy, some guy I thought I loved, he uh...I got
pregnant. And I looked for him, you know, and he was gone. Just like
that. Took off and so I..." She looked at us finally and her eyes
were wet. "Heh...You'd think I'd cried enough over this." She
wiped her eyes and shook her head. "I went to get an abortion but it
didn't work too good and...I dunno, it didn't work and he was gone
and..."

I hugged her, not saying anything, just pulling the woman close. Charli
moved as well, getting up and sitting on the other side of Angela, so
we could hold her between us.

"It was my first time." She took a ragged breath. "We did it once
and I was pregnant." Angela looked at me. "God, what I wouldn't
give to have my baby back."

"What happened?" I asked softly.

"He died." Angela nodded, not really looking at anything anymore.
Her eyes were almost vacant. "Inside me. I was bleeding and he came
out and I couldn't have kids anymore. I was sixteen." She turned
her head, looking at Charli. "But that's what I deserve, right? For
killing my baby? It's fair, right?"

"Oh, Angie." Charli sighed and there was nothing more we could say.

I understood then that Angela was in a far darker place than I was. All
I needed was my husband's forgiveness and I was saved. I'd be free
from my guilt and able to respect myself again. To love myself. But
Angela, who was going to forgive her? God? Maybe, but if He had, Angie
didn't know it. Her dead baby? There was no one else, or so it seemed
anyway. She had to forgive herself, that was clear, but she was like
me. She needed someone to show her how, to lead her out of that cold
dark place she'd been in for nearly half of her life.

I didn't understand all of it, or how it affected her, or what it
meant in terms of her interest in BDSM and open marriage and whatever.
I was still too new to all of this. It would take a psychiatrist, I
thought, or a psychologist like her husband, and that thought gave me
some hope. It seemed obvious to me that Paul loved his wife and so I
felt equally sure he must be trying to help her with this. But he was a
man, and he'd come after the fact, and he had his own wants and
desires as well. Like having sex with me, which seemed totally at odds
with a man who might have sympathy for Angela's experience. But what
did I know anyway?

I knew what I had to do.

"I want you to have my baby." I told Angela, holding her hands in
mine, feeling sure about a decision for the first time in a long time.
A very long time. "It's Paul's baby too and I can't keep it. I
want you to be the mother of my child."

"What?" Angela looked at me with tortured eyes. "Didn't you
hear what I said? I killed my baby..."

"I forgive you." I said. "I trust you. Please, I want you to do
this. Do it for my baby, for yourself, Angela. There's a reason for
this, for all of this..."

I could see it in her face, the desperation to believe me. She was
looking for it so hard, the miracle I thought I could see, but was
afraid to voice. This couldn't be coincidence, could it? All of this,
my pregnancy, Paul being the father, my husband's reaction leading us
here to find Angela. It wasn't an accident, it was a sign, or so I
wanted to believe. It was God finally forgiving her. She only had to
say yes.

But she was so far gone. So deep in that hole, I just didn't know.

"It wasn't your fault, Angie." Charli whispered. "You were just
sixteen. You can't blame yourself."

"It's your baby." I told her, my voice stronger. "Yours now,
please say yes. Please, Angela."

"I'm afraid..." Angela squeezed my hands tightly.

"It's okay..." Charli stroked Angela's shoulders, whispering in
her ear.

"It's okay to be scared. I am too." I said. "Here...feel
this." I brought Angela's hands to my tummy, the baby was awake
again, and restless. "Do you feel it? Can you feel it moving? It's
alive, Angela...It needs a mother. I can't do it."

"I feel it." Angela was crying again, although she'd never really
stopped.

"Wait..." I had an even better idea. "Unzip me."

I turned around and Charli reached around Angela, pulling the zipper
down. I stood up, reaching with my arms to pull the neck over my head,
the material stretching as I did so until my shoulders slipped out of
the back. I pulled my hands through, getting caught on my left glove
for a moment in my haste, but it was a little thing and I soon had the
rubber bodysuit down around my knees and thighs.

"Touch me now." I said, setting down on the sofa, naked from
mid-thigh up and wishing I could have taken off everything, but I
didn't want to spend the time on my boots.

I felt Angela's hands, soft and warm and tentative, barely brushing
my smooth round tummy with her fingertips. I just lay back, watching
her, letting her explore my body. There was nothing else I could say to
her, I knew, this was my last argument before Angela would decide if
she was forgiven or not.

I sighed as Angela's hands became stronger. She pressed her palms to
my belly, sliding across my skin and smiling as she felt the baby
hidden inside me. Charli was still behind her, playing her fingers
across Angela's shoulders and lightly down her arms to the elbows and
back up. She was rubbing her breasts against Angela's back, keeping
the girl close, adding to the intimacy of the moment. We were all alone
in that room, which may as well have been the world entire.

"Try listening." I suggested and shifted my body slightly, frowning
at my legs.

"Need help?" Charli smiled, ever aware of what we were thinking it
seemed, and she slipped down to the floor so she could undo the laces
of my boots.

I smiled back, bringing my hands to Angela's long red hair as she
laid her cheek on my stomach, holding her breath I think as she
listened. Every now and then she'd glance up at me, smiling
child-like and moving her hands along the sides of my waist, caressing
me. It was so pleasant like that, holding her and being held, sharing
the baby inside me.

Charli had undone my leather boots and helped free me from the confines
of the bodysuit. She stroked my legs and I arranged myself slowly,
Angela moving so that she was lying between my spread legs, on her
stomach with her cheek still against my skin. She didn't resist bit
only sighed gratefully as Charli began undressing her, removing
Angela's silk blouse and then her skirt, sliding it down the
woman's long legs.

"I heard it, I think." Angela said softly, kissing my tummy.
"It's so beautiful."

"You're beautiful." I replied, brushing Angela's hair out of
her eyes. "It's your baby." I prayed that she would accept that
and not refuse my assertion.

"My baby." She lifted her face, licking her lips nervously perhaps.
"My baby..." She took a sharp breath, nodding her head and I let
out the breath I was holding, accepting Angela eagerly as she moved
carefully along my body, holding herself above so that we could kiss.

I had my arms around her, feeling Angela's flat stomach against the
fullness of mine, her breasts hanging down so that her hardening
nipples grazed across my breasts. Her silky red hair fell around us
like a shimmering veil and we kissed, gently at first, and then harder.
Angela's tongue entered my mouth and I felt as if a flood had
suddenly been released. The tension fell away, the crises of the moment
finally passed, and all that remained was the desire to be close with
each other. I wanted to give myself to the woman completely, this was
her body now, I thought, both of us sharing the child inside me until
she could hold it in her arms.

I was pulling Angela down and she was resisting. "It's okay," I
breathed. "You won't break me."

"But the baby..."

"Its fine, everything's perfect." I promised and Angela finally
let herself go, her body pressing down on me, but not unpleasantly. She
wasn't very heavy at all and I liked the way she felt against my
stomach.

We kissed again, deeply with our tongues exploring each other's
mouths. I bit and nibbled her lips, breathing her soft moans deep into
my flushed body. My nipples were hard and burning as they pressed
against Angela's, and we were moving deliberately to feel the gentle
friction of flesh on flesh.

"Mmmm..." I sighed as Angela moved her mouth down, licking and
kissing at my neck and lower until she found my breasts with her mouth.
She held them in her hands, squeezing my swollen tits in her hands and
moving her kisses from one to the other and back. It was a wonderful
torture as she'd tongue my turgid nipples for a moment and then suck
it between her lips, chewing my plump swollen flesh for half a minute,
until it just got really good, and then she'd switch. I was quivering
from that delicious torment, and begging her to settle in one place,
but she would giggle and move her mouth again.

I caught Charli out of the corner of my eye and she was content to
watch us, sitting in one of the chairs with her long pale legs spread
over the arms. She'd removed her panties and played with her sex,
stroking her clit and occasionally slipping a long slender finger
between her folds, pumping in and out for a few moments before pulling
free, She smiled at me, nodding her head and I think she was as happy
with the unexpected events of this evening as I was.

"I want to eat you." Angela said softly, looking up at me.

"I've never been with a woman." I laughed. My heart was beating
rapidly and I was panting for air just from the girl's attentions to
my breasts.

"I'll be gentle." Angela giggled and then I felt her hand between
my thighs, touching me lightly at first, exploring my vulva while she
kissed my tummy.

I shuddered with pleasure at Angela's touch. It had been 7 months
since anyone had touched me there with anything approaching gentleness.
My husband had touched me, during one of our scenes, and occasionally
at home, but only to spank my pussy, or put clamps on my labia,
punishing my sex for betraying him. Now I was being loved, my sex
caressed and soothed by Angela's knowing fingers. Whether it was
because she was experienced, or merely because she was a woman, I
didn't know, but she was making me feel better than any man had ever
done.

"Hsss..." I sucked air between my teeth as Angela penetrated me
finally. Her mouth was low on my tummy, very close to my sex, and
she'd pushed a finger inside me, marveling at how tight I was inside.

"I haven't had sex in seven months." I giggled breathlessly,
lifting my hips as much as I was able, trying to fuck myself on her
finger as it wriggled inside me. It felt much larger than it was and
I'd missed that feeling, the unpredictable pleasure of someone else
inside my sex.

I rubbed my tummy, closing my eyes and arching my back as Angela's
mouth finally found my pussy. I'd had oral sex before, but not often
and it hadn't really been all that good. I remember how I'd
wondered what all the fuss was about; now I knew. Angela's tongue
played around my clit at first, avoiding it and making my hips shake
with anticipation. My clitoris was hard and full, burning with desire
and she just went around it slowly, her finger twisting and curling
inside me.

"Ohhh my...my...." I was gasping when the girl finally relented,
flicking the tip of her tongue across my clit suddenly, and then again,
quickly until I could barely stand it and I was cumming. She sucked my
clit between her lips like a tiny cock, pinching it gently and all I
could do was press my thighs against her, lifting my hips and moaning
loudly as my senses were stolen with the pleasure she was giving me.

I must have cum 3 or 4 times at least, one after another so that they
blur together in memory. One long orgasm that left me bathed in sweat
and unable to breathe. All I could do was whisper barely coherent words
of thanks and praise while I stroked her hair. Angela made her way back
up slowly, sliding her body gently over mine until I could kiss her,
tasting myself on her lips and tongue.

"We're going to do this a lot." She promised me and I just
smiled.

"You're going to be a mommy." I told her and I had the intense
pleasure of watching her features change, from the sexual passion
we'd shared to something else, deeply personal and filled with
emotion.

"A mommy." She sighed and we kissed again.

It was getting late and it was only with reluctance that we dressed
slowly. Charles had returned, without Lisa.

"Well, we had to find some way to keep Paul and Jack busy." He
grinned. "They're in the bedroom with her."

"The bedroom?" I asked Angela and she laughed, pulling up her
skirt.

"You let them take her to the bedroom?" Charli shook her head with
a giggle. "She'll eat them alive. You should have found someplace
else."

"It's the Safe Room, no BDSM allowed in there." Angela grinned at
me. "Just sex. It doesn't get used as much as you might think."

"I didn't let them do anything, it was her idea." Charles told
Charli with a laugh. "But the other rooms are being used. Anyway,
looks like you girls sorted everything out." He smiled at us and
Angela nodded.

"Yes we did, thank you, Sir." Angela gave him a happy look.

"Anytime, but I don't think your husbands are gonna be of much use
for a couple days. Lisa can be a little..." Charles looked to his
wife for help. "What's the word?"

"Insatiable." Charli laughed.

We left the room together, Charles and Charli to retrieve their pet,
Angela and I to save our husbands from her reputed appetite. We'd be
going to Angela and Paul's house and I knew I'd tell the two men
once we got there that the baby in my tummy was Paul's. And while
they decided what to do about that, Angela would tell them that she and
her husband were going to adopt it. Whatever issues remained after that
would be their problem, not ours. Angela and I had already decided
that, and after what we'd gone through that evening, wrestling with
our guilt and fear, dealing with Jack and Paul was going to be easy.

For my part, it would be a lie to say I felt no reluctance at giving up
my baby, but I was comforted by the fact that it was the correct thing
to do. It would reconcile me with my husband, but more importantly it
would give Angela back a portion of her life that she'd lost as
little more than a child. I'd suffered for seven months, never
knowing where that path would end, but only hoping for my own
redemption in the eyes of my husband. But now I'd found so much more
than that, and once my husband understood what had happened and how,
and perhaps even the miracle of why, I knew I'd regain his love and
respect.

And I was determined never to lose it again.

end
rache696@yahoo.com

this was almost the last chapter, but it isn't. One more left and it's
99% done. I'll be glad to put this behind me. I'm learning a lot, but
it's fraying my nerves.

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