CHAPTER 066
SCOTT
I spent a lot of time at work today thinking about my two slaves, soon to be wife and neighbor again. I thought about Ron and Regina and how they no longer seemed compatible. Ron was definitely a slave, but his wife didn't want to be a dominant. She wanted a husband and Ron might never be a husband again. I knew how much Julia and Lisa enjoyed their slavery. To be honest, I'd enjoyed being their Master. But there were parts of her slavery which I'd suffered through. Not so bad I hadn't found some enjoyment in it, but definitely bad enough I didn't want to keep repeating it every day for the rest of whatever. It was something I wanted to let Julia experience, but not to the point of going past the three weeks we'd agreed on for the experience.
Lisa was another matter. She wasn't my wife. If she wanted to fuck other men, it was really none of my business, but she could do it without me. She didn't need my approval to fuck. Or did she? Theoretically, she could fuck like a mink, enjoy sex to the utmost, but if she did, she'd be frowned up by society. A woman of questionable morals at best, a fucking whore at worst. Slavery for her had allowed her to be a woman who could enjoy sex. She had no choice in the matter. Slaves were expected to be sexually responsive creatures. Failure to be pleasing might result in punishment. She was easily the second most orgasmic woman I'd ever met, behind only Julia in that regard, and Julia had never been as orgasmic as her slavery allowed her to be. They were both cum queens now, able to climax at the drop of a hat.
All of the slaves were orgasmic. Rose, Slut, Gwen and Rene�� were all able to cum quickly and often. Perhaps slavery was part of the dynamic allowing them to be free to orgasm as much as they wanted. Slavery freeing them to be the sexual creatures society normally frowned on women being. But if I kept Lisa as a slave, I would be allowing her something I refused my wife. Even if my wife could still have sex with Lisa and we both did so, it seemed unfair to Julia to give Lisa something I didn't want Julia to have anymore.
More and more, I wondered if I'd made some horrible mistake in giving Julia three weeks of slavery. Giving her a taste of it, but finally realizing she could never have it again. Wondering if at some point in the future, she and I wouldn't end up like Regina and Ron, diametrically opposed in what we wanted out of life, she a Master and me a wife. Slavery used to be a fantasy for her, one which she'd been willing to ignore, content to be a wife. But I'd given her the reality and she'd lapped it up like cum from Mistress Dark's cunt. What the fuck was I going to do?
Monday had been very sexually gratifying. It was impossible to deny it wasn't, but I don't think I could ever live through another day like it again. I loved my wife more than anything else in the world and watching her have sex with all those other people had burned like a knife plunging into my gut. She'd admitted to the same feelings watching me have sex with others. Neither of us were immune to the jealousy inherent in watching our spouses having sex with other people.
I didn't know how Harold and Mary or Reggie and Marge did it. They'd each been having sex with others for at least ten years. Somehow, they managed to hold things together, though to what degree, I had no clue. I couldn't imagine Julia and I in either of their situations without feeling my gorge rise a little. No, I couldn't do this anymore. I might as well kiss my marriage goodbye if we continued to play this game. Extending it would just make the problem worse, not better. Best to end it now while it was still relatively easy. Decision made; nothing more to do than work and wait for the end of the day.
Before I left, I spoke to Jerry and asked if he'd heard from Rene�� yet. He told me he had. She hadn't made up her mind yet, but was asking if Jerry knew how to get in touch with Mistress Dark. She wanted to discuss slavery with both of her slaves, before she committed to the idea. I laughed. I suspected Jerry would soon have a delicious slave of his own if she was willing to explore the idea. I gave him the number and said Mistress Dark and her slaves were usually quite busy, but she might be able to give Rene�� some time over the next few days.
The drive home was unusually tense for a Friday. Usually the end of the work week was a time for rest and relaxation. Today it seemed worse than heading back to work on Monday. I parked the truck, took a few deep breaths and went inside.
Julia and Lisa were sitting at the kitchen table, both clothed in sensible, normal clothes; the first time I'd seen them in anything other than slutty or naked for two weeks. Lisa's leather collar and cuffs were sitting on the kitchen table along with Julia's slave jewelry. Lisa had a grocery bag packed with the very few items she'd brought from her house sitting on the floor beside her chair. They were holding hands. I sat down across the table from them and took Julia's hand.
"Hello, Scott; my wonderful extraordinary husband," Julia said. "We were wondering if you'd had time to reconsider my - our offer - since we made it. Possibly extending our slavery, or at the very least keeping Lisa on as a slave?"
"I thought about almost nothing else all morning," I replied. "You know my primary objection to you continuing as a slave and I don't foresee that ever changing. I feel it's best to end it now because it's only going to get worse for me and harder for you if we put off ending it. It needs to stop now."
"I thought as much, Scott. I want to thank you for giving me the experience you provided me. I'll never forget it. In regard to Lisa continuing as a slave?" Julia asked.
"I have two primary problems with it," I answered. "First is fucking other people outside our marriage. This was supposed to be an experience, primarily for you. I didn't do it for myself, but I'm grateful you were willing to include Lisa in your experience and I think it made it easier for me, knowing you weren't the only one fucking other people. But now, if I kept her as a slave, I would be doing something for Lisa I am unwilling to do for you, as much as you enjoyed your slavery. I would allow her to continue while denying you the same thing. I don't feel it's right she should continue to enjoy it while you can't. I'm sorry, but it all needs to end now."
"Your answer isn't unexpected, Scott," Julia said. "It's what we were both expecting. I think we both understand, don't we, Lisa."
"I do understand, Scott." Lisa reached out a hand for me and I took it. "I can't thank both of you enough for letting me experience it with you." She squeezed both of our hands, smiling at us both.
Lisa released Julia's hand and Julia put it down into her lap and pulled out four packages. I suddenly saw what they were. Four boxes of birth control pills. She pushed them into the center of the table.
"Fuck, Julia! What the hell! You haven't been on your birth control and you've been fucking all these other people?"
She squeezed my hand again. "You don't need birth control pills if you're pregnant, dear. I haven't needed them for about six or seven weeks now, by my reckoning."
"You're pregnant?"
"Very much so. We have an appointment for our first ultrasound next Wednesday."
"Congratulations, Scott," Lisa said. "You're going to be a daddy."
"Julia, what? How? What the fuck!"
"You asked me when I agreed to my slavery how I knew so precisely the time I'd decided to be your slave. I knew because I'd just taken a pregnancy test which showed I was pregnant. I knew it was now or never if we're going to have children. Apparently all that fucking when I was just thinking about being a slave did the trick."
"Oh my God," I said, "I hit you and you were fucking pregnant?"
"You spanked me, Scott, and whipped me with a soft whip which left some stripes on my belly and tits and quickly faded. You didn't do anything which would harm me or the baby. Women are not as fragile as all that. We used to have our children in the fields, then keep on working. I checked with my OB about sex during the early stages of pregnancy and what kinds of things I could do or not without harming our child. I wasn't reckless. You didn't wonder why I haven't had my period for the last month?"
I thought about the various events over the last thirty days and nowhere was there a hint of a period.
"I guess I had other things on my mind. You knew?" I asked Lisa.
"Of course I knew. You don't get asked to be a sex slave to someone else's husband without sharing fucking everything."
"Why didn't you tell me before?" I asked Julia.
"Because I knew you'd get all protective and husbandly or fatherly and shit, and probably wouldn't let me go through my slavery because I was pregnant, and we had to do it now, not when I was six months along and all fat and ugly or when I'm trying to breast feed Junior."
"Jesus, Julia!"
"It's over now. Piece of cake, no issues for mother or child."
"Why the hell do you want to continue your slavery?"
"Because I won't even be showing a baby bump for another few weeks and I loved it. I loved every second of it. Maybe it was even better because I knew I was carrying your child and I was giving something to you in return for my slavery."
"Why would you want Lisa to continue as my slave?"
"Because she loves her slavery as much as I do and I'm going to get fat and ugly and she'll stay slim and beautiful and you'll have someone to fuck when you don't want to fuck me anymore."
"I'll always want to fuck you," I replied.
"Tell me that again after I've gained forty pounds, when my ankles are swelling and I have to pee all the time because the baby's pushing down on my bladder."
I laughed. I roared. I screamed, "I'm going to be a fucking father!"
"A good time to sell part of your business to Jerry."
It suddenly clicked, a whole bunch of shit making a lot more sense now. "That's why you two were looking at each other the way you were when I told you about my plans. Both of you shits already knew I was going to be a father."
Julia smiled at me. "I almost wanted to tell you then, but you might have wanted to cut my slavery short, and I wasn't ready for it to end."
"I can't believe this. I can't fucking believe this."
"You better believe it, because that baby's going to be dropping around seven, seven and a half months from now. You might want to tell your parents, although it's customary to wait until the three month mark. Usually fewer issues crop up after that and it's going to start showing anyway."
"Do your parents know?"
"No, I couldn't say anything before Memorial Day and since Memorial Day, it might be a month before I can say anything at all to them, let alone I'm having a child."
"Christ, you were drinking alcohol!" I exclaimed, remembering everything we'd done since her slavery started.
"Never more than a sip, Scott. I was careful. I didn't want to give it away by stopping alcohol altogether, but Lisa drank most of mine. Even when we were out at Luigi's and had those two bottles of wine. I had a sip of each of them. Usually, Lisa just switched glasses with me. Sometimes, she just drank from mine so you'd see it going down. You were paying attention to Gwen that night."
"You two were in this together the whole time?"
"Not really, Scott," Lisa said. "I didn't plan on joining. I knew Julia was pregnant, but this is what she wanted, her fantasy, not mine. During the poker game, I suddenly realized it was what I wanted too. I thank you both for the adventure of a lifetime. I was hoping it could continue and I'm sorry it can't, but I understand why you won't do it anymore." She squeezed our hands and got up to go.
"Will you be coming with us to see Zoe?" Julia asked.
"I feel like I'll be a third wheel at this point," Lisa replied. "You're back to husband and wife now."
"We've shared an awful lot," I said. "Even if I won't have sex with you again, it will always be a more intimate acquaintance than just neighbors and friends from now on. Let's call it very close friends. Please, join us."
"I think you'll enjoy it," Julia said. "Zoe is very sweet and quite enjoyable to talk to. Plus, there's always the jewelry. I'm sure we can find something nice and affordable."
"If you're sure you won't mind?"
"Not at all," I replied. "It's a very lengthy trip. You can help keep us company."
"Sure, I'll come."
"Thank you. Remember to be here at six AM," Julia said.
Lisa did leave then, the first time we'd been alone in the house except for very brief periods of time for the last two weeks. It was going to seem like an empty house for awhile.
"So, you're going to be a mother?" I said.
"And you're going to be a father. Are you ready to be a Dad?" Julia asked.
"I think so. My Dad was a pretty good example of what a father should be."
"I think so. He raised a wonderful son and a good man. I want you to know how proud I am of you. You're the very best person I know. I can see why Lisa loves you too."
"You don't care if your best friend loves me?"
"No, because I know you'll never do anything to hurt me. A more honorable and noble person, I don't know. I think it's very nice of you to let Jerry share ownership of the company with you. He's another good man. Most of our friends are like you, good people. You don't suffer fools and idiots."
"Thank you for your kind words."
"Scott, I'm willing to do for you all the things I used to do as a slave, as your wife. You want blow jobs, you get blow jobs. You want anal sex, you get anal sex. One of the things I enjoyed as a slave was the constant engagement with you. You've always been more of the initiator of things sexual or romantic. I want that to change. You've been the one who works hardest to keep our marriage fresh and alive, as proven by your gift of my slave experience. I should work at it as hard as you. I think a celebratory fuck is in order. We're going to be parents. We should celebrate, and I can't drink, so let's take it to the bedroom and boogie down."
"That sounds like an excellent idea, Mom"
"I kind of liked being naked. You don't mind if I don't wear clothes most of time do you, Dad?"
"Hardly. As long as you're not naked when we're taking deliveries."
"Nope, fully clothed for deliveries, grocery shopping, running over to Lisa's, exercise, you name it. Just naked around the house."
"I don't know. You're going to be getting all fat and ugly. Not sure I want to see that."
Smack. She hit my arm. "Ow."
"If you didn't want to see fat and ugly, you shouldn't have fucked me pregnant." She smiled, knowing I was joking.
"Still, I should fuck you now while I can stomach your appearance."
She tried to hit me again but I caught her arm and picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around my neck and settled in.
"I wonder how long before I can't pick you up anymore?" I said.
Julia kissed me and I forgot all about smart ass comments. We made love for a couple hours.
We were lying in bed in a panting, post-coital languor, when Julia asked, "Will you run out for some pickle ice cream?"
"They don't make pickle ice cream."
"You could buy some vanilla and put some pickles in it."
"Are you serious?"
"No, but I am hungry. We just had memorable sex."
"I could order something, but not Thai."
Julia laughed. "Or you could just whip something up. Some salad, crackers and cheese. If you still had a slave, Lisa could do it."
"Or you could whip something up."
"I'm pregnant. I shouldn't work too hard in my delicate condition."
I laughed again. "So much for dropping babies in the field and going back to work plowing." She laughed too. "What did you do this afternoon since you didn't make any supper?"
"Sarah left two very needy slaves this morning. She said we could have two orgasms, but we had to wait until after one. Since it was Lisa's last time with orgasms unless she masturbates, we actually waited until three. After the sex, we took a shower and waited for you."
"And you only had two?"
"On the whole, we're very obedient slaves. I wanted to cum right away after Sarah left because I knew we couldn't be punished any more. Our slavery ended as soon as you arrived home. Lisa pointed out if we did, I was essentially saying my slavery was already over and we'd be fucking because you weren't home. That wouldn't be right, so we went to the gym instead and waited until three, and only had two."
We got up and started making something to eat. She worked on a salad and I sliced cheese, salami and pulled out some Club Crackers to put it on.
"Are you going to miss sex with Lisa?" I asked.
"Are you?" Julia asked.
"I asked you first."
"You do realize I'm not gay, probably not even bi, right? I had sex with women because I was a slave and had to do as a Master or Mistress said. Slavery made me crave sex, and Lisa was a source of sex, but if I'm not a slave and don't crave sex to the same degree and you're willing to boink when I need it, I'm not intending to have sex with her again."
"Why do you think your slavery made you crave sex so much?"
"It released me from my repression. Slaves aren't allowed to be repressed. I had to serve you in any capacity you desired, whenever you desired it. I had to be ready for sex at a moments notice."
"Since you were released from your repression, do you think you'll maintain your sex drive?"
"I think I'll always have more desire for sex than I did before. I've discovered I like to suck your cock and swallow you're cum and like anal sex, which is why we just had some really good sex together, but I can feel the slave heat need and desire I felt as a slave slowly dissipating. As a Master, you were fucking several times a day. Do you still have the drive for sex you had with a willing and eager sex slave or two? I'm still naked. We just fucked. Do you want to fuck again? Or could you easily wait until tomorrow?"
"Shit! I could wait until tomorrow," I said.
"I think slavery unleashed us both, Scott. I doubt we'll go back to the way it was before; two or three times a week, but I doubt we'll have sex more than once a day. There was something about my slavery that inspired both of us. Having not one, but two hot slaves to fuck. Hell, you had to fuck both of us just to preserve balance. You didn't want to show favoritism to one slave over another. Plus watching us have sex with one another was usually good for another erection. I would be very surprised if we continued to have sex nearly as often as we did when I was a slave."
"I'm not sure I could have kept that pace up forever anyway. Chen thought I was getting tired from too much sex."
"Perhaps, but we only had three weeks, and wanted to take full advantage of every minute. I'm guessing you would have dropped down to two to three times a day at some point. You have to admit the desire for sex was definitely higher, wouldn't you?"
"No doubt."
"Sex unleashed by leashing a slave." She set the salad on the table. "I'm not saying we have to have sex 3-5 times a day, but it was a byproduct of my slavery."
"You may be right," I said, thoughtfully.
We ate, then went to bed and there was no more sex.
TO BE CONTINUED...