
Respect
Fiction by Rachael Ross

Chapter Three


A few weeks after the party, my husband brought a friend home. A man he worked with apparently and wed been introduced at the party, but I remembered little of that except my husband telling everyone I was pregnant with another mans baby. Id spent my time since then avoiding my friends, although it wasnt entirely possible and our chance meetings at the supermarket or the mall, or wherever, were always awkward and humiliating for us. They were avoiding me as well, and that helped.

Wed had dinner, my husband, his friend and I, and it had been largely a solemn affair. My husband and I rarely spoke anyway, and then only about the most practical things. His friend, Gary, spent much of the meal looking at me, and I was red faced, looking down and wishing I could make some excuse to leave the table. I was uncomfortable and surprised that my husband would bring someone home like that. He had friends, of course, but since Id cheated on him, they had rarely came around the house.

Leave the dishes. My husband said after wed finished eating.

What? Why? I stood there, clearing the table, holding plates in my hands.

I think Gary wants to fuck you now. My husband said matter-of-factly, glancing at his friend who was smiling at me.

I almost dropped the dishes I was holding. My mouth opened and I stared at my husband. He couldnt be serious. I must have heard him wrong, or something. But I hadnt.

Go on, take him upstairs. Might as well do it in our bed, right? My husband chuckled and I couldnt move.

W-Why? I asked him quietly, barely managing to get even that one simple word out.

Why what? Jack narrowed his eyes. You should know why, Lisa. You of all people. It isnt like you havent fucked a stranger before, is it? So you tell me why, and then well both know.

Uh, we drew straws. Gary said, looking a little apologetic actually, and I sensed that this wasnt what hed expected at all.

What? I stared at the man and my husband laughed.

She probably didnt need to know that, buddy. But my husband didnt seem to mind either; I just wish I knew exactly what Gary had meant. I thought I had a pretty good idea though.

Oh, uhwell. Maybe I should get going. Gary got up. That was a good dinner, Lisa. He was embarrassed and I was humiliated as well, frightened and angry and utterly confused.

Last chance, Lisa. My husband tilted his head. Dont let him get away, you know you want it.

Gary was leaving and my husband didnt bother showing him out. He just sat there looking at me.

Why would you do that? I asked plaintively, my eyes wet with tears and my bottom lip trembling. Why? I dropped the dishes, letting them break on the hard kitchen floor and ran from the room, up the stairs and into our bedroom. I fell into the bed sobbing, not wanting to believe my husband could be that cruel, or that callous. He didnt love me, not at all. He hated me. Hed offered me to his friends and theyd drawn straws to see who would fuck me.

I was worthless to him.

My husband was in the room a few minutes later, grabbing me, pushing me flat on my stomach and I didnt resist him. If he wanted to fuck me, he could. I wasnt going to stop him, I never did. I even helped him in fact, lifting my hips as he pulled my new maternity pants down my legs and my panties with them. Hed hurt me bad, as bad as Id hurt him maybe, or perhaps not. I didnt know anymore what was fair and what wasnt. I didnt know what I deserved for what Id done. How much was enough, I wondered, at what point did the scales of justice balance? I had no idea and so Id given that decision over to my husband, for better or worse.

Give me your handsGive them to me! Jack was pulling my wrists and it took me a second to realize he was tying my hands together behind my back.

J-JackWha?

Shut-up. You dont wanna fuck, okay. How about this then? Hed tied my wrists tightly and now he was tying my ankles to the foot of the bed, using curtain cord like he had on my wrists. I spread my legs, not resisting him at all, but just exploring the new sensation of having my hands bound together.

It was a little exciting, I admit, frightening too. I was still angry, with both if us. Me for the same reasons as always, and with Jack for not forgiving me, for tormenting me with that ludicrous scene in the kitchen. It was juvenile, I thought, and unworthy of him. But it had been a good punishment, a small voice reminded me. Another step closer to redemption and maybe I should haveBut I couldnt think like that. It had been a test, nothing more. My husband testing me, trying to see if Id cheat on him maybe, or something else. I didnt know.

I dont know about this BDSM stuff, Lisa. Jack had finished with my legs and the cords were tight and biting into my flesh. I tried pulling with my legs, but it was useless. Like my wrists, hed tied them well and I was not going to free myself, no matter how much I struggled.

I trust you. I said, turning my head to look at him and that stopped him. I hadnt meant to say that, really. I dont know where the words had come from, but as soon as I said them I knew they were true. I did trust him, and even though hed been cruel downstairs and I was still angry with him for it, I was still in love with him as well.

Jack didnt know what to say to me, so he said nothing at all. He used a belt, one of his old ones, all brown leather and supple. Id never experienced anything like it before, not as a child or any other time in my life. Jack whipped my bare ass with that belt hard, bringing it down over his head with a faint whoosh that filled me with panic the first time I heard it. And then the explosion of pain on my sensitive skin. I screamed at that first touch of Jacks belt, and again at the second, weaker with the third and then by the fifth or sixth lash I was out of breath, only gasping sharply with every stroke.

It seemed my body was on fire and my skin felt wet somehow, so that I was sure I was bleeding, but then that sensation would go away and I felt something more like needles for a momentThe pain was changing and I couldnt get a handle on it. I was writhing, twisting my body as if I might avoid it somehow, but I couldnt. My legs were bound tightly and my shoulders strained uselessly against the cords around my wrists.

Jack gave me perhaps 2 dozen strokes, although I think we both lost count very quickly after he started. I was bathed with pain and my heart was pounding in my chest. I was breathing fire and when I felt my husbands hand on my skin I yelped sharply, my body jerking against the sensation. I had my eyes shut and they were wet, my nose was running and my mouth was open. I felt weak and tired and I worried briefly at the pressure on my tummy, but there was nothing to be done for it.

You liked it, huh? Jack pressed his hand between my widespread thighs, and I shuddered as we both realized I was soaked down there. My pussy was excited, as much as it had ever been in my life. Jack slipped a finger inside my sex and immediately my soft vaginal walls were clasping him like a tender mouth, giving little spasms of pleasure at his intrusion and begging for more.

Ohhhh I moaned and lifted my pelvis, wishing hed find my clit as well. It was hard and throbbing. Id never experienced anything like what wed just done and I was surprised when I realized Id never asked him to stop. Not once, Id never even thought of it. Id enjoyed it, just as I was enjoying the way my ass burned now. I could imagine the welts rising and I wished I could see them, or at least feel them. I arched my back, twisting my head and then trying to reach down further with my arms, but I got neither the view nor the touch I desired.

I like it too. Jack whispered and I hadnt noticed that hed undressed.

He brought his stiff cock to my ass again, like always, ignoring my desperate longing to feel his penis in my cunt. He wasnt prepared to give me that yet, but it was still good. Especially the way his body felt against my tortured flesh. I must have had blisters at least, perhaps I really had been cut somehow, I didnt know. I had no idea what twenty-some lashes with a leather belt could do to my body. All I knew was that I was cumming like crazy while he fucked me, riding my burning ass slow and deep while he kissed my neck and cheeks and shoulders.

It was very much like making love and I came for the first time in my life without someone or something touching my pussy. There was a slight bit of contact with the bed, but that was all, and not nearly enough to bring me off by itself. My orgasm was coming from the pain of my whipping, the feeling of my husbands cock moving gently in my ass, and the sensation of his lips against my skin. He lasted a good long time and by the end of it I felt closer to him then Id ever felt before. It made no sense to me; none whatsoever and I fell asleep with him still inside me, refusing to go soft even after filling my ass with his sperm. He was still there, covering me like a blanket, and moving his hips so slowly it was like rocking me to sleep.

That was the first night we slept together since before Id cheated on him and it took me a moment to wake up to that knowledge. Hed untied me at some point, and woken me up in the dark to fuck my ass again; I remembered that like it was a dream. And now, waking up in the soft morning light, I could feel him against my back, his morning erection pressed between the tops of my thighs as we spooned. The tip, the head of his cock was so close to my pussy. I moved slightly and even reached down, wanting to put him inside me.

But I stopped. I couldnt do that. His cock wasnt mine to have, not until he was ready to give it back to me. It was both frustrating and thrilling to come to that decision. I knew it could be a long time, perhaps not until after the baby was born, or even longer, before hed make real love to me again. But that was something I had to accept, and my decision was the only one I could make if I truly respected him.

What are you doing? Jack smiled at me as he opened the bathroom door. He knew exactly what I was doing.

Do you think Im fat? I said, as if that were my fascination with the mirror. 

Nope. He shook his head. I think youre slow.

What about my ass? I turned a little, sticking it out for him. I might have gained some weight, I was 7 months pregnant and my tummy was huge, but my ass was still perfect.

Yeah, your ass is slow too. He chuckled and then ducked as I reached for the little basket holding decorative designer soap.

Alright, alright I sighed, taking one last look at my body in the mirror.

Jack was waiting for me in our bedroom. Here it is. He was smiling, almost triumphantly.

Hey, I thought I was supposed to open that! I pursed my lips, pouting slightly. Hed gotten the package three days before, but wouldnt open it, telling me I could have the honors Friday night. This night.

You snooze you lose, baby. He shrugged and he had a point. Id been playing with my tummy for a long time after my bath. Put it on.

I looked at it, black and shiny, reflecting the bedroom lights like a dark mirror, distorted and beautiful with its odd shape and contours. It was a Latex body suit, designed to cover the body completely, except for the hands and head.

How? I was holding it in my hands, turning it this way and that.

Theres a zipper, there along the back. And it stretches too, see? He pulled the material in his hands.

Im seven months pregnant, Jack. I giggled. Nothing stretches that much.

This will, its called Maternity Fetishwear. He grinned. Try it. He was holding up the little brochure catalogue the company had included with the package. It had a picture of a very pregnant woman encased in red, but I still had my doubts.

Maternity Fetishwear? I rolled my eyes. Were they selling bridges too?

Heh. Why, do you want one? Come on, I want to see you in it.

Okay. I nodded. Youre gonna have to help me. And that was no lie. The zipper was very fine and very well hidden, but didnt open the body suit completely. Just from about the bottom of my shoulder blades down along my spine to the small of my back. It wasnt all that large of an opening, but thankfully it was extremely elastic, much like a large balloon.

It was a little puzzle for us at first, and sort of a fun one as we tried to figure out the best way to get me into the thing. I went feet first, through the back, and that forked well except for my tummy. We had to do some tugging to get the latex straight and even. Im stuck.

I was standing there with my legs in the right places, but everything else bunched around my much too big tummy.

Hold on Jack got a good grip and started tugging at the rubbery material, working it up slowly as I more or less wiggled and giggled, shaking my head at the silliness of it all. It wasnt so difficult, not as Id imagined on first seeing it. I put my arms in next and then my head. The material around my neck was tight, but not constricting. The whole thing was rather pleasant actually after Jack zipped me up. I was aware of it at first, naturally, but it soon felt as if I were wearing nothing at all, with just a constant gentle pressure on my skin that I enjoyed.

I better not go into labor in this thing. I told my husband as I worked my arms in. You sure its safe?

Yeah. Seven months, right? He was teasing me; we knew how pregnant I was down to the hour. Wow. He stepped back, nodding at me.

If I have to go to the bathroom I made a little face. 

I had to go a lot, usually, at least once an hour it seemed, but I hadnt had a lot of water recently and if I held off at the club, I might be good for a couple hours at a time. Maybe.

Here Jack unzipped me. Try getting out.

Taking the outfit off, at least enough so Id be able to pee, was easier than putting it back on. I just pulled my head out, then my arms, and then just pulled the whole thing down. It was quite surprising really; Id imagined it being sticky or something.

Oh, thats not bad. Ten seconds? I smiled, feeling a little relieved. But then I had to get back into it, and that was easier too, now that I knew how it was supposed to go. Id just need someone to zip me up again.

I was encased in skintight black latex, all 54 of me, with my swollen tummy and my perfect ass. My 34C breasts plump and aching, pressing out and up nicely in the molded breast forms that stretched around them. Add to that my gleaming boots, black leather with 4 inch heels, and the black leather gloves that Jack laced up my forearms and I was ready.

These heels are going to kill me. I told my husband, standing up cautiously. My back hurt bad enough just walking around barefoot. My feet tended to swell a little too, but the boots still fit. Id just have to stay off my feet and Id be fine. Mostly it was a morning thing, although I didnt know why my feet would swell while I slept, my hands too sometimes.

Dont worry, you can sit down all night, nobody will mind. He obviously liked the way my pregnant body looked as I stood there. I could see the bulge in his trousers. 

The heels arched my back even more than normal, pushing my pert round ass out invitingly behind me, and my big round tummy and breasts out in front of me. If I wasnt already pregnant, I thought, going around in this outfit would soon get me that way. It just screamed for sex.

What are you wearing? I asked him; it had just then occurred to me that he was still wearing the suit hed come home from work in.

Just this. He smiled at me. Its only a Gathering, remember? Not a Conventicle or anything.

Gathering. Conventicle I rolled my eyes a little. I dont even know what that word means.

Jack just smiled patiently. Yes you do.

Then why am I getting all dressed up just for a Gathering? I put my hands on my hips and he laughed at me.

Because, I want to show you off. He gave me a little sigh, bringing a gentle hand to my face. Your almost perfect, Lisa.

Almost? I gave him a look, trying not to smile.

Put on some lipstick. Ill get your collar. He kissed my forehead. Then youll be perfect.

Wed started playing with BDSM mostly just to punish me, I think. After Id found out I was pregnant, my husband had looked for ways to hurt me, both physically and emotionally. Perhaps hed been trying to drive me away, I think so sometimes, but I couldnt be sure. Hed never explained himself to me and I was afraid to ask. It had begun with spanking during sex, and then progressed to whipping me with a belt, and then a cane. He used clamps on my breasts and labia, dripped wax on my body, especially my stomach as it grew ever larger, and we practiced various forms of bondage.

It was perfect for us. He had Dominant desires that hed never expressed or explored, and in me he found a true submissive, although we were still learning. Wed been active with the local BDSM club for just 2 months and we werent even full members yet. We spent Friday and Saturday nights attending the clubs events, introducing ourselves and meeting the regular members. We seemed to be popular, being young and attractive and eager to learn. Eventually wed become full members and then wed be able to go to what were called the Canticles, which were for members only and selected guests. Jack and I had been to a few of those, and they should have been called orgies, probably, because it was all about the sex. Even when there wasnt any sex, which sounds strange, but true.

Jack had come around slowly, and he hadnt actually told me I was forgiven yet for plotting to cut off his balls and cheating on him. And actually, plotting to castrate him is overstating it. I was just curious about it really, but my curiosity had led me into the waiting arms of Dr. Prescott. Id had just that one moment of weakness, but it had been enough to get me pregnant with his baby, and that was a harsh betrayal of everything I loved. Most especially my husband. So, I didnt blame Jack for taking his time with me, and even for pushing me away the way he had. I was just glad he was taking me back, slowly but surely.

For a time there, the first few months, hed been almost cruel the way he distanced himself from me and wed only grown close again once we discovered BDSM and how much we both loved it when he punished me. It was incredible the way our sex life had changed, the one part of our life together that Id been unhappy with. Ever since the night Id confessed my infidelity, the night I gave Jack a reason to treat me as something less than equal, hed been as lustful and ardent as anyone I could imagine. We had sex almost daily, sometimes several times a day, but he refused to make love to me vaginally. He told me my cunt was dirty, another man had been there, and so hed only fuck my ass or mouth.

I was hoping that would change soon.

I sat down at my vanity, rather enjoying the way that rubbery material seemed to be a part of me. It was cool too, I was afraid Id start sweating inside it, but I guess whoever designed such things knew what they were doing, it breathed amazingly well. I suppose they put millions of little microscopic holes in it or something, too small to see, but able to let the air reach my skin. I dont know how they do stuff like that. They charged enough for it though, that was for sure.

Jack sat on the bed watching me as I pinned my hair up first, pulling it back severely from my face. That seemed to look best with my new gleaming black skin. Then mascara and eye shadow, a lot of eye shadow, which I normally avoid. But for some reason the club people loved that stuff, and it was fun to get really painted up once in awhile. I reached for my lipstick, digging through a dozen of them for the reddest red I could find, something called Emphatic Cerise and I paused for a second before putting it on my lips, catching Jacks reflection in my mirror.

Do you want me to I looked pointedly at my husbands crotch.

We dont have time. My husband said, but he sounded unsure of himself to me.

Its just a Gathering, remember? I licked my lips and my voice was soft and husky. We can be a little late.

Yeah. Jack agreed, and that was surprisingly easy, but I didnt mind. I knew he was very happy, like a child at Christmas.

He stood up, unzipping his pants as he walked over to me and I put my lipstick down, feeling my heart picking up speed. Anything I could do for him, anytime, anywhere, that was what I lived for now. It was what I loved, and how I demonstrated my love. It had taken months to get to the point where we were finally a husband and wife again, with only the fetus in my womb, and Jacks unwillingness to take my pussy, remaining between us. I prayed that when the one went away, the other would soon follow. After I had my baby and Id put it up for adoption, I was sure Jack would forgive me completely. Hed fuck me again, the way I really wanted him to, deep in my sweltering cunt.

This wont take long Jack breathed with a rueful smile. Youre so beautiful like that, Lisa.

Before my infidelity Id never sucked a cock in my life. Jack had never wanted anything more than intercourse, and that only once in awhile. My previous boyfriends, of which there werent many anyway, had asked for head on occasion, but failed to persuade me to try it. Jack had simply taken my mouth one night, without asking, just pulling my mouth to his penis, and Id been so desperate to please him any way I could that Id surrendered myself completely. Id felt humiliated by the experience, finding it degrading, especially when Jack had finally ejaculated in my mouth, but looking back I realize that Id enjoyed that part of it as much, or maybe even more than any other.

I sucked him off regularly now and I was good at it. I was even a little proud of my newfound abilities. I knew what my husband liked and it was a little game between us, Jack trying to hold out as long as possible, while I did my very best to make him cum quickly. More often than not we both won, as filling my hungry mouth with sperm, or sometimes pulling out so he could shoot on my pretty face, was always good for him. And for me as well.

Jacks penis wasnt overly large, certainly nothing like Prescotts had been, but I rarely thought of the good doctor as anything but the device that had put my baby in my tummy. He wasnt a person to me, not anymore. I didnt like him or dislike him. My husband was the only man I loved and his cock was perfect for me, even average as it was. I could take all of him in my mouth, the head entering my throat, and we both enjoyed that quite a lot. So far as I was concerned he was the perfect size for me. 

But before taking him in my throat, I just played with his smooth round cockhead, taking it in my mouth and running my tongue around, tickling the underside and sucking him gently. Then a little more, sliding my lips down the thick hard shaft an inch and then back, slowly, looking up at him so my husband could see the pleasure in my eyes as I serviced him. I would go a little deeper, occasionally, pulling him from my mouth so I could lick and kiss along the length of his penis, sliding the warmth of him across my lips and face. I loved sucking my husbands cock, and when I took him back in my mouth I went all the way down.

I opened my throat, swallowing around the tip and taking him all the way inside until my face was pressed to his trousers. My nose went into the soft nest of his pubic hair, and I pushed my tongue out, underneath his cock so I could lick the base of his penis with just the tip. He always loved that and I could feel his gentle hands on my head. He was murmuring to me, giving me soft words of encouragement, and moaning as I worked my mouth up and down.

After just a few minutes he was fucking my mouth, holding my head still and thrusting with his hips. The wet sound of his cock plunging into the wet confines of my mouth filled the room and I had my hands on his thighs, squeezing him as my heart raced. He was close now, and I squirmed a little, feeling my sex growing moist. My baby gave me a little kick, perhaps awoken by the excitement I was feeling inside. I was so hungry for my husbands cum suddenly, I wanted to drink him and feel his sperm warm in my stomach.

Ohhhfuck yeah Jack pushed his cock into my throat and suddenly erupted with his orgasm. I could feel his penis between my tight lips and over my tongue, pulsing and jerking slightly with every spurt of semen, shooting straight into my tummy. I could taste him only slightly, and that was the only thing I regretted. When he came like that, with his entire cock inside me, I couldnt get his sperm in my mouth. I couldnt play with it and savor the taste and texture before swallowing it. All I would get would be the remnants, the last few drops leaking from his penis as he reluctantly pulled away. That was only enough to whet my appetite and I wished wed had time for more.

I wore a long raincoat, wrapping it around my body, since walking around in skintight rubber was probably not the best thing to do, even for that city. The club was called the Pacific Northwest Power Exchange or just The PX since that was much easier to say, and members came from as far away as Vancouver, Spokane, and Portland. They held meetings in an old warehouse, all red brick and mortar dating from the Alaskan gold rush, when Seattle had really been booming. It was downtown, just south of the Pike Street Market, and the street level had been converted into stores. There was a Starbucks, a bookstore, and an art gallery, all very eclectic and usual for trendy Seattle. 

The upstairs of the building, however, more resembled a country club than anything else, once you passed through the foyer. There were half-a-dozen private rooms, a large socializing room, and a room that looked like a corporate boardroom of all things, all leading from the main area. Bathrooms, a changing area, there was even a combination kitchen/bar to provide drinks and light refreshments. I didnt know if the place was rented or owned by the club, but I suspected the latter. Considering the cost of a membership, the club could certainly afford it. Not everyone who belonged was rich, but I dont think anyone was poor either, although Id been told that dues could be waived under certain circumstances.

The only bad thing about the place was the parking. There were a lot of small clubs nearby, and the piers were just down the street, and Seattle has always had a serious lack of space anyway.

Im not going to walk a mile in these shoes. I told my husband and he was nodding, his lips compressed the way they get when hes feeling frustrated.

I could make you crawl. He suggested, and I wondered for a second if he was serious, but of course he wasnt. It would ruin my new expensive outfit.

Next time well take a taxi. I said, knowing it wasnt helping us this time, but I had little else to contribute.

Here, Ill drop you off, you can go inside and Ill park the car. My husband had been driving around in ever widening circles and now we were back at the clubs entrance, a smoked glass door up a few steps between the art gallery and the bookstore.

I dont want to go in by myself. I protested, but I wasnt going to walk very far in those heels either. I should have worn flats and changed once we got here, another lesson learned.

Its okay, Ill be quick, I promise. He gave me a little reassuring smile. Dont be shy, go on

Well get in trouble. I said, frowning back at him.

Not if you stay in the foyer. Owned slaves and submissives werent supposed to attend alone, or even be alone. The club believed that girls like me required constant supervision, like we might get into trouble or break something. That thought made me smile at least, and Jack was right, so long as I remained outside the club proper we werent breaking any rules.

I stepped out of the car reluctantly and Jack waited until Id entered the building before driving off. Thankfully there was an elevator inside, one of those large freight elevators originally, but it had been redone so it was rather like stepping into a small comfortable room. There was only one button to be pushed and a moment later the doors opened to the foyer. A rather plain space with little more than a leather bench, a fake potted plant and an unmarked door with a magnetic card reader on the wall next to it. Jack had our card, so I couldnt have gotten into the club anyway, although I suppose I could have knocked, or waved at the security camera perched in one of the corners near the ceiling. But I doubt anyone would have let me in.

So, I sat down to wait, feeling rather lonely and even a bit silly for no particular reason. I had my hands in the pockets of my coat and I hugged it around me, crossing my legs at the thighs, but that was uncomfortable, pushing up on my tummy a little the way it did. It was strange the way being pregnant changed even the little things.

A few minutes later the elevator was moving, I could hear it and I knew it couldnt be my husband coming up already. He was going to park at the garage up the hill, about 4 blocks away. It would take him about 15 minutes I thought, hopefully no longer than that.

There was some soft female laughter as the doors opened and I didnt want to be looking at the elevator, but there was little else in the room to occupy someones attention, so I was inspecting the plant when I heard a mans voice that sent chills up my spine.

Well, what have we here? He said.

Maybe shes lost. The woman giggled.

Quiet. The man said and I looked up at him in disbelief, unable to help myself. I know you. Dr. Prescott smiled, his eyes narrowing slightly. He was wagging a finger at me, trying to remember something. Karen?

I swallowed hard and I couldnt breathe. It seemed that rubber outfit was suddenly much too tight for me; I was being squeezed inside it, constricted and trapped. My heart was pounding and all I could do was stare at the man Id only met once, seven months ago. The father of the baby growing inside me.

Lisa. I whispered and I was blinking rapidly, hoping I wouldnt cry.

Lisa, yeah, sorry. You looked like a Karen for a second there. He chuckled and was just as handsome as I remembered him to be, even more so because I hadnt really wanted to remember him at all. His smile was genuine and intoxicating and I swallowed nervously.

They were both dressed casual, much more so than I was. The doctor in dark slacks and a mustard t-shirt with an open black sports coat, his companion wearing an emerald blouse that matched her eyes, with a short black leather skirt and low heels. She wore black stockings with red garters that were plainly visible, and in the small gap between the tops of her stockings and her skirt I could see her soft white skin. It was a nice look, kind of sexy, but restrained too. At least compared to me.

She looks terrified. The woman said, no longer laughing, just smiling. First time? She was a tall redhead with green cat-like eyes, rather striking with her hair falling long and straight around her pretty face.

What are you doing here? I asked him weakly; thinking this had to be a dream, or some kind of a joke.

Lisa, this is my wife and lower half, Angela

Lower half? She gave her husband a little frown and then smiled at me, stepping closer to offer me her hand. 

Lisa consulted with me about her husband. He smiled. Briefly.

Im Angie, totally sub, but dont let him fool you. He thinks Ive got owned and operated by Paul tattooed on my ass.

Paul? I asked and then forgot about it as I pulled my gloved right hand free of my pocket, shaking with the woman briefly.

So, how is your husband these days? Dr. Prescott was asking.

Oh my, your pregnant? Angela was staring at me. I heard about you.

Heard about me? I wasnt sure what that meant. I guess my oversized coat had hidden my tummy well enough, being loose and sort of bunched around me as Id sat there. Im sure they werent looking for me to be pregnant either, and people tend to see what they expect to see at first.

Pregnant? Prescott nodded with another smile. I guess that answers the husband question.

From some of the other members. Angela sat down next to me, taking my hand. Thats so cool, can I see?

I felt numb mostly, sitting there with Dr. Prescott and his beautiful wife, pregnant with his child and they had no idea. The man had forgotten all about me, even my name, and it would probably never occur to him that the one time hed fucked me Id gotten pregnant. He probably seduced a dozen women a week, for all I knew, and that would make it a little hard to remember every frustrated housewife who fell for his charm and looks. Not that Id made it very hard for him though, if the thought of refusing him had ever entered my mind, I couldnt remember it.

Maybe the worst part of it was that I hadnt even known his first name, which struck me very hard for some reason. I think it was just the idea that Id carried the mans baby for seven months already and just now I was learning from his wife that his name was Paul. Paul Prescott. My mind formed the words that I doubted my lips could ever say. I was frightened and humiliated, blushing beneath his smile and Angelas eager attention. There was confusion in my head as every emotion you could imagine struggled to be heard. My body too was struggling to maintain its composure. My tummy was doing somersaults, my lungs refusing to work, and my heart just going as if I were in a marathon.

I found myself standing up, at Angelas insistence and she helped me with my coat, slipping it off my shoulders so they could see me fully. It was like being naked, I suddenly realized, with another flash of heat across my skin. The latex was so tight, so perfectly fitted that every part of me was rendered in gleaming black. My hard puffy nipples were outlined, my bellybutton, even my sex, my plump labia and the cleft of my slit defined precisely. But obviously it was the round full swell of my stomach that drew the eye and seemed so incongruous with my small sexy body.

You are so beautiful, my god. Look at her, Paul. Have you ever seen anything like that? She was serious and her husband nodded his agreement, both of them drinking me in with their eyes.

Thank you. I said, barely able to even whisper.

I wish I could have a child. She was looking in my eyes. Can I touch you? Please?

Angela cant have children. Her husband explained, without really explaining anything.

The woman touched my stomach tentatively, with just her fingertips at first. Her eyes were focused on me, narrowed as her lips parted slightly with anticipation. And then she was smiling as she pressed her hand lightly to my body, smiling up at me suddenly.

Is it moving? I felt it moveDidnt I? She glanced over her shoulder at Dr. Prescott for a second before I answered.

Yeah. Its awake. I nodded and I couldnt help but smile too, it was impossible not to.

I had a miscarriage, when I was young Angela laughed nervously, too young, and now She sighed wistfully, rubbing my stomach with both hands. Youre so lucky. Take care of it. Take really good care of it. Her green eyes were shining and so intense that I thought she was close to tears.

How could I ever tell this woman that it was her husbands baby inside me? Id tried to forget him for so long, and when I couldnt I wanted to hate him, and finally just felt nothing towards him. And tonight, for a few seconds Id felt hate, and I wanted to hate Angela as well. But now I couldnt. I couldnt hate either of them, all I felt was sympathy for the woman, and when I glanced at Dr. Prescott all I could see was love and empathy for his wife on his handsome features. I didnt understand what I was feeling or why. I didnt understand how he could cheat on her the way he had. Sex with me had been nothing to him, so why would he hurt her like that?

So are you here with your husband? Dr. Prescott asked me, feeling impatient perhaps, although it was hard to tell.

Jack. I licked my lips.

Right. He nodded.

Hes parking the car. I took a ragged breath, feeling so nervous I wanted to throw up talking to the man while his wife held me. Shed put her right arm around my shoulder, hugging me a little, while her left hand continued to rub my tummy.

He sounds like a gentleman. Angela smiled at me. A woman in your condition shouldnt be walking too far. And those heels! She practically gasped, but the sparkle in her eyes told me she was teasing me.

Hes nice. I agreed. And these are a little hard on my back, yeah. I laughed, feeling up and down all at once. Angela was doing her best to relax me, just by being herself, and yet the presence of her husband was like a shadow looming above me, making me cold all over.

You should let Angie give you a massage. Dr. Prescott was leaning against the wall near the elevator. Shes a chiropractor, make you feel like a new woman.

Really? I looked at her. Youre a doctor too? She didnt look like a doctor, but she wasnt exactly dressed for the office either.

Uh-huh, I do a lot of rehabilitation work at UMC, but I have my own office in Renton. She moved slightly and then smiled, rolling her eyes. I was going to give you a card, but I left my purse in the car.

Me too, thats okay.

Oopsgoing down. Dr. Prescott, Paul, said with a grin. There was a distant bell and the elevator hummed to life. Maybe thats your husband now.

I felt my heart skip a beat, really finally realizing that my husband was actually going to meet the man who had planted the child growing in my womb. I wondered if I could dare tell Jack, or if I should try and speak with Paul first. Or if I should keep all of this to myself and pray it never came out. 

The elevator stopped and a moment later it was moving again, rising slowly. Coming closer and I closed my eyes, feeling like the absolute coward I was.

I didnt want to hurt Angela, nor did I feel hatred, or even anger at Paul. I didnt know what I felt about him. I respected my husband though and I loved him too much, it would be impossible I thought to hide me nervousness. Hed know something was wrong and he wasnt blind or stupid, hed figure it out probably, even if I didnt say a word.

I was looking down. It seemed sometimes as if I were always looking down, ever since that day seven months previously when Id allowed myself to be seduced so easily by Dr. Paul Prescott. It had felt good at the time and that was really my only excuse, which was no excuse at all. Id suffered with guilt ever since, for cheating on my husband, for betraying my family and my upbringing. For very nearly throwing away everything that was truly important to me. Just for a few moments of pleasure? It wasnt a very good deal.

The worst part, maybe, was the baby in my womb. It wasnt my husbands child and he knew it. Telling him that I was pregnant had been even more difficult than telling him that Id cheated on him. Hed punished me for it, as a real man should I think. As anyone should. If Id caught him making love to his secretary, or over dinner he confessed that hed gotten another woman pregnant, would I have been so lenient as hed been with me? He hadnt kicked me out, afterall, he hadnt screamed, or broken anything. He hadnt slapped my face. Hed just ignored me for awhile and perhaps that had been worse.

But we were married, we were in love, and my guilt and remorse were evident, so hed begun to forgive me. Not completely, I thought, not yet, but it was coming. The day when it would be alright again, when he could really love me and trust me again. The day when he could respect me, and then too would I be able to respect myself.

That day seemed very distant though, as I sat there on a leather bench in a largely empty room, looking down.



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