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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…
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