by Paul Preston
If you are on your computer right now, please email your answer to me immediately. If you read it later, do not email, as this is my husband’s computer and I don’t want him finding out about us in this way. Just show up at our rendezvous, or not. Laura.”
Laura pressed send and waited. Within minutes she got her responses.
From Williamson:
“My dear Laura, let’s not be hasty, my sweet ex-sub. I agree to the new arrangements. Though I’m not used to playing second fiddle, sharing you with Stephen is far more acceptable to me than not having you at all. You see, I’m addicted to you now Laura. I’m sorry I have not been able to let you go. Perhaps one day, Ma Cherie.
Might I suggest we change our rendezvous to my home? It will be far more discreet and comfortable for what you are proposing. It also has a certain room which has the accoutrements we may use to discipline you, if Stephen chooses to use them. Go easy on her, Stephen. She has done nothing wrong. As you know I released her to you, but a sub can never be fully released from the first man that collared her.
My address is 1600 Ocean View Dr. 26th Floor in Seaside City
I shall expect you both Sunday afternoon at 2:00 sharp.
Please do not reply to this email and delete it after reading. W.”
Williamson immediately paged Stephen. When he returned the page, Williamson asked him to use the administrative office to read two urgent messages on his A and E email account. A few minutes later Laura got Stephen’s reply.
Laura,
I love you with all my heart. If I could go back to the day when you asked to meet me after work, I would never tell you about the A and E Club. It’s all my fault that your life has spun out of control. I wish I had never introduced you to all of this. I never meant to hurt you or harm you in any way. But like Phillipe, I am addicted to you as well. I never want to be apart from you. Do not hurt yourself, my love. If you ever do, I will follow you to the grave, for I also have no reason to live without you. And it will be your fault if I die. And that is a threat. Make no mistake. I will kill myself if you cause the slightest harm to your body. And if He exists, you will have Jesus to answer to for my death.
I must punish you for your transgression however. Never be dishonest with your Dom again. I agree to share you with your first Dom. What bothers me the most is having relations with you outside the sanctity of your marriage to Roger, but I have thought long and hard about it and decided I love you too much to leave you over it. I wish we could somehow work it out, but the only solution is this: I love you and I will never leave you, as long as you’ll have me as your Dom, your lover. I leave the situation with your husband in your hands.
Laura, do not ever harm a hair on your precious body. I will go to my grave loving you. Until Sunday…Your Dom, Stephen.”
Laura finished reading Stephen’s email and pressed delete, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Stephen arrived at Williamson’s condo a few minutes after two on Sunday. Williamson greeted him in the foyer as the elevator opened, wearing a black silk robe.
“Stephen, it’s so good to see you.”
“Hello, Phillipe. Where’s Laura? Has she arrived yet?”
“Yes. She’s waiting for you in the West Wing. Follow me.”
Williamson led Stephen down a long, dimly lit corridor. At the end of the hallway was a black door painted with a red trim.
“I will wait for you in the foyer. When you’re finished, we’ll make ourselves comfortable in the Entertainment Room. Go easy on her, Stephen. She is in a delicate state.”
Stephen nodded and Williamson walked back up the corridor. Stephen entered through the black door. Laura was hanging above the ground by her wrists in pretty pink stockings, high heels, a pink corset with a sheer pink bust, without panties. Her cheeks were wet with tears.
“Stephen! You came! I didn’t think you would. Oh, Stephen, I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I’ll never be dishonest with you again. Please take me back as your sub! Please tell me you’ll never leave me! Please…,” Laura sobbed, as if she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
“Laura, I’ll never leave you. Please stop crying now. Let me comfort you.”
Stephen grabbed the back of her legs, spreading and lifting them over his shoulders. He buried his lips and tongue in her open sheath, licking and sucking on the folds of her sex, taking the bud of her clitoris in his mouth and sucking on it, until her thighs quivered uncontrollably and she released into his mouth, breathing heavily.
“Oh, My Lord, My Dom, you are so kind to make me come. Now punish me for my transgression Sire. Punish me for my sins against you, My Lord.”
“Would you like to be whipped or paddled, my sub?
“If it pleases you, My Lordship, the whip. Lash me with the whip, Sire.”
Stephen picked out a black riding crop with small soft leather tassels, hanging on the wall along with an assortment of other more severe-looking whips, paddles, handcuffs and some vicious looking knives. He unbuttoned Laura’s corset, fully exposing her breasts and torso.
“Count for me, sub. You will receive ten hard lashes of the whip for your dishonesty to me. I will not leave a mark.”
Stephen did not hold back and whipped Laura hard, leaving red marks all over her backside, thighs, stomach and breasts. Though Stephen felt hurt and upset by her betrayal, he felt more jealousy toward Williamson than anything else. He also knew he was completely to blame for allowing Williamson to sink his claws into her. Stephen heard Laura sobbing as she counted the last two lashes. The smacking sound of the tassels slapping Laura’s skin was worse than the actual physical contact, but he knew the whipping he administered still stung Laura’s sensitive skin.
“Nine… Ten.”
Stephen got up on a chair and untied her wrists. She collapsed in his arms and he kissed her deeply on the mouth.
“Undress me, sub. I wish to paddle you as you suck on me.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
Laura removed Stephen’s clothes and swallowed his long erect shaft deeply into her open throat at once, kneeling in front of him. He thrust himself into her mouth and he spanked her three times very sharply with a wooden paddle as she continued to sob. He thrust himself over and over into her mouth, holding her hair tightly in his fists. Suddenly Stephen pulled out, grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the room and up the corridor. She stumbled in her high heels trying to keep up, her cheeks streaked with black makeup from her tears.
“I need to lay her down now, Phillipe.”
“Follow me.”
Phillipe lead them into the Entertainment Room. The large coffee table in the middle of the room had been removed and replaced with a large bed. Bottles of skin lotion and lubricating gel were set on a small bedside table.
“Help me, Phillipe. Massage one of her breasts with lotion. I’ll massage the other. I think I lashed her too hard.”
“You did not, My Lord. I deserved it much harder. You are too kind to me.”
As the men rubbed Laura’s breasts, the sting went away and the marks disappeared. She moaned with pleasure, being touched by her two attractive males. Phillipe took off his robe revealing a throbbing erection, which Laura saw immediately.
“Do I have your permission to serve you, My Lords? It would be my pleasure to comfort you both at the same time…”
Stephen laid her down face first on the bed. He licked her hard between the cleavage of her cheeks, driving his tongue deeply in and out of her compliant opening. He squeezed lubricating gel into her opening and over his shaft and slipped himself all the way into her, down to his root. At the same time Laura grabbed Williamson’s shaft and swallowed him deeply into her throat. The men thrust themselves into her openings with wild abandon, not holding back, while Laura moaned. After several minutes of violent thrusting, both men threw their heads back and released into her at the same moment, pumping her openings with streams of their come. The men collapsed breathless on the bed. Stephen picked her up and carrie
d her to the front of the couch, forcing her to kneel in front of him on a pillow. Phillipe followed. She stared up reverently into the eyes of both men, grabbing a shaft in each hand, tugging on them vigorously, while licking and sucking passionately on their smooth shaved scrotums. This time Phillipe picked her up and carried her to the bed, stimulated her opening with his fingers coated in gel and entered her from behind, while Stephen thrust his erection deep into her mouth over and over, holding the back of her head tight against him until he shot several bursts of semen directly down her open throat. Phillipe repositioned Laura so she was lying on her side against him, his shaft still buried deeply within her. Phillipe added more lubricating gel to her opening in the back while Laura used her hands to spread apart the lips of her sex, looking at Stephen and inviting him with her eyes to enter into her front. She stimulated Stephen orally and smiled as he entered her vagina and thrust in and out in unison with Phillipe. Sandwiched between their sweating bodies, smelling of their come and musk, a sense of peace descended upon her, serving her two Lords. She clutched at their shoulders as both men shot their come deeply inside her once again. They lay together for a long time before their breathing calmed, the shafts still buried in the front and back of her.
“My Lords, I must go home before my husband returns…”
Phillipe and Stephen let her go. Laura stood up, dazed and sore, a thick stream of white cream sliding out of her opening, down her inner thighs and dripping on the floor. She put her corset and robe back on and gave each a long tender kiss on the lips. They got up together and escorted her to the elevator. She pressed the down arrow. The elevator doors opened and she stepped in, pressing the lobby button.
“Am I forgiven now, Stephen?”
“Yes, of course, Laura. Will you be alright? ” Stephen asked, concerned.
“Yes, My Lord. I look forward to seeing you both Tuesday night,” Laura said, as the elevator doors closed.
Chapter Ten
Saturday - Two months later
Laura would remember the next two weeks as the most satisfying sexual experiences of her life. Stephen and Phillipe would always arrive a few minutes early, undress and wait for Laura in the Entertainment Room on the couch, each wearing their robes. They would hear the elevator doors swoosh open, listen to the sound of her high heels clicking upon the polished wood floors and watch their submissive enter the Entertainment Room. Laura would arrive at their encounters wearing a pretty white robe with nothing on underneath. The first thing she did when she saw her gentlemen was remove her robe, drop to her knees on a pillow they had placed in front of them, untie the cords of their robes, firmly grasp an erect shaft in each hand and take their scrotums into her mouth one by one and suckle upon them. She loved how well the organ fit in her mouth and how it tasted and felt on her tongue. At the beginning of their sessions, the men’s scrotums appeared as painfully swollen as a balloon about to burst and Laura knew how to give them relief. She appreciated how clean and well-groomed both men kept themselves, shaving regularly to keep their skin soft and smooth to the touch. She would lick them for hours if only they’d let her. Laura liked the baby-soft feeling this most vulnerable part of a man’s body had on her cheeks when she rubbed her face upon them. She liked how kissing and sucking upon this sensitive part of their body made them shut their eyes, groan and become instantly hard. It made Laura happy to be able to give so much pleasure to them simply by servicing this neglected part of their body. It was easy and completely natural for Laura to spend some time licking and kissing her men there. On Saturdays, when she gave her husband pleasure on the underside of his scrotum he often enjoyed it so much that he spurted his seed almost as soon as she started kissing and licking him there. At the time of her monthly ovulation, she made sure not to overstimulate her husband, so he could ejaculate inside her. Both husband and wife longed to have a child together.
The longer she kissed her two lovers on their scrotums, the harder their shafts became and the longer she was able to squeeze and pull on them between her fists. Watching her generous tongue lick and suck on their scrotums made both men want to jam their shafts deep into her mouth and shoot their come directly down her open throat. Laura didn’t mind, in fact liked the submissive feeling it gave her when, after kissing their scrotums, she took turns pleasuring the two men with her mouth, swallowing first Stephen’s burst of fluid and then pleasuring Phillipe in the same way. Kissing and licking and fondling their scrotums made both men want to pick her up, lie her body face down on the bed, squeeze gel on their shafts and thrust their erections in and out, taking turns releasing their seed into her compliant opening. Her body had come to accept and welcome their eager shafts until the opening between her cheeks had become as accessible to them as their engorged erections were in her wet open sheath. After she milked their shafts of every last drop of their sperm, Laura would always return submissively to kneel in front of them to lick and suckle their scrotums between her lips. It amazed her how easily they would become hard again. It seemed her attentions there aided in the instant creation of an endless supply of precious sperm for her. She would let them have their way with her as they wished over and over, but they instinctively knew how she wanted their sessions to end, with Laura in the middle being made love to at both ends, kissed and pawed and suckled upon by her two gentlemen. After several final desperate thrusts, the men would finish together inside her two openings, Stephen always in front and Phillipe in back.
In the frenzy of their twisted bodies, both Laura and Stephen several times had noticed a grid of scars running down the back of Williamson’s thighs and calves. Neither of the lovers had mentioned it to each other, or spoke to Williamson about it. Once, as they rested near the end of their session, Stephen watched as Laura gently ran her fingertips over the scar tissue. Phillipe closed his eyes and tensed his body, as if in pain. In the few precious moments they had left together, Laura kissed Phillipe tenderly over the scars. Though Phillipe allowed it, he held his body stiffly and stopped breathing. When Laura moved away from him, Phillipe relaxed and turned away from her. Stephen handed Phillipe his robe. He put it on and walked off into the darkness of his home, alone. Laura never touched him there again…
The morning after her latest ménage a trois, about a month and a half from the time when she had first met Stephen in church, Laura woke up feeling nauseous. She thought it was from the overindulgence of sex with her two virile Doms the night before. On the next morning she woke up and vomited in the bathroom toilet. She had missed her period two weeks ago, but thought little about it, as her periods were extremely irregular. Because her husband had ejaculated inside her over the last two months during the time of her ovulation, Laura had never taken the morning after pills Williamson had given her, despite the fact that Stephen and Phillipe also had unprotected sex with her at the same time.
When her husband went out for groceries, Laura emailed Stephen and Phillipe, requesting to meet Saturday afternoon at 2. She asked them not to respond by email, then deleted the sent email. On Saturday afternoon, after her husband left to attend a few meetings at church, Laura drove to the coastline to Williamson’s condo. She was feeling increasingly nauseous as she arrived, the men waiting for her as usual, in their robes on the black couch. They immediately knew something was wrong. Instead of wearing her sexy robe, she was dressed conservatively. When they asked her what was wrong, she told them she was feeling a little sick lately. The men cradled her in their arms, comforting her. They went into the dining room and Williamson had his chef cook up some easy to digest food, eggs and rice. Eating seemed to calm her stomach. She took a drink of water and finally admitted what was wrong.
“I missed my period this month.”
The men put down their silverware and sat back in their chairs. Williamson took a drink of water. Stephen sat absolutely still. He appeared to be stunned by the news.
“I’m sure I’ll feel better for our next meeting,” Laura said.
“Have you taken a pr
egnancy test, Laura?” Williamson asked.
“Not yet. I was going to wait a few more...”
“Let’s just find out. Maybe we’re worrying for nothing. There’s a drug store across the street. I’ll run out and buy a test and we’ll know once and for all.”
Before they could respond, Williamson was out the door to the elevator. Laura saw Stephen’s blank look and held his hand.
“Don’t worry, Stephen. It’ll all work out. Everything will be fine.”
Stephen nodded, put his arm around her and held her close.
Laura peed on the stick and she tested positive for pregnancy. No one knew what to say to each other. Laura took out her pack of Benson and Hedges and the lighter from her purse and left them on a side table. Finally, Laura spoke.
“It could be my husband’s. He did come inside me once or twice, I think, two or three weeks ago.”
They sat silently, not knowing what else to say. Well aware of how nervous the men had become, Laura hid her smile.
It’s true. I’m going to be a Mother.
Despite the uncertainty, it made her feel happy inside.
This child will save me.
Laura placed her hand lightly over her womb.
I will love this child with all my heart and take care of him for the rest of my life.
Laura grabbed her purse and stood up.
“I better go. Sorry for ruining our afternoon. Nothing like an unwanted pregnancy to kill the mood, right? I have to cancel tomorrow as well. I’m not sure when we can meet again.”