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When it happened I was five months pregnant and my husband was out
of the country on business. He'd been gone for two weeks and would be
gone for at least another three weeks. He's a troubleshooter for an
engineering consulting firm and one of their clients was having major
problems with a new plant in Taiwan. So I was alone and frustrated.
Very frustrated. Until I got pregnant our sex life had always been
lively and active.
Then Mark backed right off and started treating me like I was
breakable. Nothing I said, and nothing the doctor said could convince
him otherwise. The idea of my being fragile is ridiculous, but not to
Mark. I'm 5'11" and weighed 135 pounds before I got pregnant. I'm 26
years old and very healthy. I've always been athletic and strong and
have never hesitated when it comes to physical challenges. I run, do
aerobics, lift weights, and do some serious bicycling. On top of all
that, I run my own landscaping business which I started a few years
ago while working for my father at the garden center he'd just
purchased.
The day it happened had been a hard day at work. Everybody was
urging me to ease off, but I wasn't showing much and certainly didn't
feel like I needed to ease off. My doctor agreed. Her only advice
was to avoid the extremely strenuous lifting I'd done in the past.
Anyway, I got home and I was bushed. I changed into shorts and a
little cropped t-shirt and went out on the patio to relax. I had a
pitched of iced tea and the mail. I'd was about halfway through the
mail when Becky, our next-door neighbor and my best friend opened the
gate and came into the yard. Our backyard is surrounded by a high
stockade fence. That, and some carefully placed evergreens, make our
yard very private. In the pre-pregnancy days, Mark and I used to
skinny dip in our pool quite a bit - an activity that often led to
some very memorable outdoor activities.
Becky is a couple of years older than I and very pretty. She's
small and blonde and slim, very intelligent and very agressive. She
sells computers for a major distributor and does very well at it. Her
husband, Steve, is a consultant in the computer industry. They don't
have any children yet and Becky was thrilled when I announced my
pregnancy. Anyway, that night was a typical July night - hot and
humid. Becky was wearing a bikini and carrying a bottle of Evian.
When she appeared through the gate, I waved and invited her to come
and sit down. She put her water on the table and said, "Let me get
wet first." She walked over to the pool and dove in. She swam the
length of the pool and then came and sat down at the table.
We chatted for a while - the usual smalltalk, and then she asked me
if anything was wrong. I shrugged. "Guess I'm just a little
frustrated with Mark out of town and all. Of course if he was here
I'd still be frustrated." I didn't have to explain - Becky and I have
no secrets from each other. She asked if she could use my phone for a
moment and disappeared into the kitchen without waiting for an answer.
When she returned, she stood behind my chair and began to rub my
shoulders. Becky may be small (she's 5'4") but she has strong hands
and it felt wonderful. I leaned forward, resting my head on my
crossed arms, and let her massage my shoulders and neck.
After a few minutes she plucked at my top and said, "This is in the
way. Hold your arms up." I obediently held my arms up and she pulled
my top up over my head. Then she said, "Stand up. Let's move over to
one of the lounge chairs. I can give you a real massage. It'll relax
you." As I got to my feet, she disappeared into the kitchen and
returned with the canvas bag that I use to hold my sunscreens,
hairbrushes, baby oil, etc. All the supplies that I bring out to the
pool or to the beach. When she returned I was sitting on one of the
lounge chairs. She set the bag down and told me to stand up. I
obeyed. She motioned me to turn around so that I was facing away from
her and I obeyed again. I felt her unhook my bra and I pressed my
arms against my sides to hold it on. I glanced back over my shoulder
and we stared at each other in silence for a moment. Then I relaxed
and let my bra fall away. She reached around and unsnapped my shorts.
I stared out over the yard while she eased them down. Becky and I had
seen each other nude before, but this was different somehow. I
stepped out of my shorts and she hooked her thumbs into the waistband
of my panties and skimmed them down over my hips. Then she had me
take the pad from the lounge chair and put it on the deck at the edge
of the pool. She set the bag beside it and had me stretch out on my
stomach. "I'm going to give you the best massage of your life!" I
rested my head on my crossed arms, facing to my right so I could look
out over the pool and my gardens.
Becky straddled my hips and poured some scented body lotion on my
shoulders. As she leaned forward I felt something and glanced back at
her. She was nude and what I'd felt was her bare, shaved pubes
brushing against my buttocks. I closed my eyes and drifted while she
massaged my shoulders. She worked her way down my back, taking her
time, and I felt the tension drain out of me. She worked my buttocks
and thighs and then the backs of my knees and calves. Then she lifted
my feet, one at a time, and gave them a lot of attention. It was
heaven! Sheer delight. When she tapped my ankle and whispered, "Roll
over," I obeyed without opening my eyes. She started at my ankles and
worked her way up my body.
I held my breath as she finished my left thigh and sighed
(disappointment? Relief?) as she scooted higher, stopping with her
knees touching me at mid-thigh, and squirted some lotion on my belly.
She worked my belly and sides and then, very casually, squirted lotion
on my breasts. My nipples had turned darker as my pregnancy
progressed and were very sensitive. She massaged my breasts and my
nipples hardened against her palms. I sighed with pleasure and
whispered, "Oh god, this is sooooo good! Thanks, Beck." She gave my
breasts a little extra attention and then moved on to do my shoulders
and neck. As she massaged my neck she squeezed gently a couple of
times. I opened my eyes and found her staring down at me. We
continued to stare at each other as she slowly and deliberately
tighten her hands on my neck, her thumbs pressed against my airway. I
turned my head back, exposing more of my throat, making myself more
vulnerable. She smiled, a small smile that acknowledged my unspoken
passage into her control. Then she released me and swung herself off,
moving into a kneeling position at my side. She tapped my knee and
whispered, "Up on your hands and knees. Knees apart as far as you
can." I groaned and rolled over. When I was postioned to her liking
she poured some lotion into the crevice between my buttocks. I felt
in roll down over my anus and my pubic mound. She slipped one hand
between my legs and cupped my sex, massaging my left breast with her
other hand. I let my head hang and moaned as she masturbated me. It
was fantastic!
I was close to orgasm when I saw another pair of feet appear in
front of me. I looked up, startled, and recognized Becky's husband
Steve. He was nude and his cock was hard. He knelt in front of me
and I opened my mouth to accept him. He's not big, maybe 6-7" erect,
but his cock is thick and it felt good to have it in my mouth. I
sucked him even as Becky brought me to orgasm with her hand. Then,
while I continued to suck Steve's cock, she began to rub my anus
lightly with the tip of one finger. At the same time, she rubbed my
throat with her other hand and I pushed my neck against her hand to
let her know that I liked it there. I pushed my ass against her
finger to let her know that I liked that too. She leaned close and
whispered, "You're going to eat me while Steve puts his cock in your
ass! How do you like that?" I nodded eagerly. Just then, Steve shot
his load into my mouth and I swallowed frantically, not wanting to
lose a drop.
Becky and I swam for a while to give Steve time to recover. Becky
kissed and fondled me almost constantly and I enjoyed the attention.
I blushed and whispered, "Yes" when she asked if I liked having Steve
cum in my mouth. She grinned when I admitted that I had never licked
cunt before. When Steve was ready, Becky stretched out on the pad and
I straddled her in the class 69 position. Steve crouched behind me
and lubricated his cock in my cunt while I explored Becky with my
tongue. It was so different and so nice. She was soft and slick and
tasty. Then I felt the head of Steve's cock press against my anus. I
took a deep breath and moaned as he thrust into me. It hurt, but then
it was soooo good. I lapped Becky to orgasm while Steve butt-fucked
me. He shot his load deep into my rectum just as Becky reached
orgasm.
Afterward, the three of us swam for a while and then Steve left.
Becky and I swam and talked and licked each other to orgasm again.
And then again. Finally, just before midnight, I asked her to stay
the night with me. She agreed and we showered together after she
called Steve. Later, as we cuddled in bed, Becky asked me what I'd
liked best about the evening. I hesitated for a moment and then
buried my face in the hollow of her neck and whispered, "When you had
your hands on my neck and were cutting off my air with your thumbs. I
felt so vulnerable, so totally in your control." She stroked my hair.
"And you liked that?" I pulled back and stared into her eyes. "I
loved it! I got so wet. I didn't know what you were going to do.
The possibilty that you might just strangle me was so erotic. I
almost reached orgasm just from having your hands on my throat!"
Becky reached out and stroked my cheek. "You really are
submissive, aren't you? Are you just discovering this?" I nodded.
"Yes, the answer to both is yes." She smiled and kissed me. "Go to
sleep now." I nodded and rolled over. I must have fallen asleep
right away because I don't remember anything until the following
morning. I awoke to the aroma of fresh coffee. I got up and slipped
into a short cotton robe. When I entered the kitchen Becky was
leaning against the counter with a mug in her hand. She smiled when I
walked in. I walked over and took her left hand in both of mine and
put it on my throat. She squeezed gently and whispered, "Who gave you
permission to wear any clothing?" I felt a thrill of excitement pass
through me like an electric shock. "Nobody did. Please forgive me."
As I spoke I was untying the robe and slipping it off. Then I dropped
to my knees and kissed her hand. She ruffled my hair and I sighed
with pleasure. I had become a slave and I was content.
The End