028

JULIA
I was disappointed I would not be getting Master's cock tonight. It was improper of me to demand sex as his slave and I was paying the price for it. Lisa commiserated with me on the topic and gave me two lovely orgasms with her tongue before Master came to bed. It would have to do. It took Master around ninety minutes to finish up. He came to bed after. We removed his clothes, took turns sucking him until he was hard and then I helped him put his cock in Lisa's cunt and watched them fuck. She had three wonderful orgasms on his prick before Master deposited his cum in her. Sometimes, the life of a slave is hard when a slave has disappointed her Master. I cleaned them both off, tasting their cum on both. Master let me sleep between the two of them, and they both slept with their arms curled around me. It took a while for me to fall asleep I was still so desperate to be filled by Master's cock, but eventually I slept, secure in their arms.
Master tried to make it up to me the next morning, and I would have gladly taken him up on his offer if I didn't have an appointment with my obstetrician today. I'd feel sleazy seeing her with Master's cum in me, so he brought me off with his tongue twice, which was considerate of him. When Lisa and I sucked him, I received his gift, which made me feel better. We had time for a nice breakfast together before we had to go to our appointment. Master fed me, which I also appreciated, but no time to make me orgasm again, and honestly, would a cunt full of my cum be better than one of his.
Since this was a professional visit, both Lisa and I wore underwear for the second time in a week. When the nurse called me back for the ultrasound, all three of us went with her. She tried to protest, but Master said he'd discuss it with the doctor and so Lisa came with us. The nurse took my blood pressure, temperature, and gave me the flimsy little gown that opened in the back.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like more privacy to change into your gown, Mrs. Rivers?"
"I'm perfectly comfortable undressing in front of Lisa," I said. "She shares a bed with my husband and I."
She looked at me like I suddenly grew a second head. "Excuse me!"
Master said, "We're in a polyamorous relationship. We all sleep with one another. Ms. McManus will be like the child's second mother."
The nurse couldn't get out of the room fast enough. I admit it was a little on the strange side, but we couldn't have been the first people to ever have one of these relationships. They were making movies and tv shows about it now. Perhaps we were going to be more open about it than most, but it couldn't be the first time she'd run across one. I sat down on the table and Master took my left hand and Lisa my right and we waited for the doctor.
When the doctor came in, the nurse stood against the far wall like we were contagious, for God's sake.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Dorothy Sturgis and I'll be delivering your baby unless I'm on vacation when the baby comes due. How are you feeling today?"
"Fine, Doctor. Doing well."
"Taking care of yourself and the baby?"
"Yes."
"My nurse tells me you folks have an unconventional relationship." She glanced quickly at Lisa.
"Yes, this is my husband, Scott, and our mutual lover, Lisa McManus."
"Scott, Lisa," Doctor Sturgis said. "Good to meet you. How's this working out for you?"
"It's fairly early in our relationship," Master said, "a little more than three weeks, but we've been friends for years. I have every expectation it will work out well."
"We've got a list of items to look out for during your pregnancy, some maternity vitamins for you to take. In the meanwhile, why don't you lie up here on the table and let's see what we can see, shall we?"
I lay down and the doctor smeared some gel on my stomach, still pretty flat, then wheeled the sonogram machine over to the table. Lisa had to give way to give her room, but she moved to Master's side, and took his other hand. The doctor turned everything on and ran the metal head of the sonograph head over my abdomen. We were all staring at a large TV screen and then all of a sudden, there was this tiny little flutter on the tube.
"That's the baby and baby's heartbeat," Doctor Sturgis said. Master squeezed my hand.
"How big is it now, Doctor?" Master asked.
"Roughly an inch long, still very tiny, but beginning to grow organs, limbs, and the face begins developing features. I'll print out a copy of this to take home."
Master looked down at me with such love in his eyes. "Our baby, my love. I can't thank you enough for this." Lisa stroked my hair, smiling at me. "Doctor, since Lisa is going to be a full partner to both of us from now on, we'd like her to be with on any subsequent visits, notified as if she were me, and present in the delivery room."
"We might require some additional paperwork, HIPAA warnings or whatnot, but I'm sure we can accommodate you."
"Are we the first ones to come in here with this type of relationship, Doctor Sturgis?" I asked.
"I suspect the first to be so blunt about it, though not the only ones I suspect," the doctor laughed. "We've seen a bit of everything. Nurse Jones will give you everything you need to bring home with you. Make sure you read it all. They offer birthing classes here at the clinic." She was wiping the gel off my stomach as she spoke.
"Doctor, I'd like a moment alone with you if I could," I said.
"Of course. Please excuse us. Nurse, escort the others to the waiting room."
She waited until everyone was gone. "Are you really doing okay?" Doctor Sturgis asked.
"Yes," I replied. "Better than you'd believe."
"I wondered because you're going to be gaining weight and feeling ugly and ungainly anyway, and with your husband having sex with another woman, I thought you might be feeling insecure and unloved."
"No, Doctor Sturgis. That part of my life is incredible. As you might imagine with two lovers, my sex life is very rich and rewarding. I feel very loved and desired, and I don't anticipate any changes. My husband loves me an unimaginable amount. I wished to talk about something else entirely. I'd like to commemorate our relationship together with the two of them and I was thinking of getting a tattoo or a brand; but don't want to harm our baby in doing so. I wanted to check with you to make sure it's okay. My husband is hesitant about my getting a brand, which is something I really want. He's willing for me to have a tattoo, but I want to make the case for branding, so I wanted to see if it would be harmful."
"A brand, like a cattle brand?"
"Yes, though not done the same way. I understand the most accepted method is with a medical cauterizing tool, although I hear some are done with liquid nitrogen or lasers."
"I'd have to say no one has ever asked me that question before."
"I have some links to websites which talk about the process, but nothing addresses having it done while pregnant," I said. "I'd like to know."
"I can look at them and form a medical opinion, but why not just get the tattoo your husband is willing to accept? Done under sanitary conditions, it's perfectly safe to do while pregnant."
"Tattooing can be covered up or removed. I'd like a permanent reminder of our love together."
"Mrs. Rivers, - can I call you Julia?"
I nodded.
"Julia, your child will be as permanent a reminder of your love together as anything. With any luck at all, your child will last long after your brand is moldering in a grave. There is no greater sign of love than creating new life together, when done in the right way. Despite your unconventional relationship, it appears you have. I'll look into it for you, but I don't think you have anything to prove to anyone about your love together, not to you or anyone else. The decision to have a child and raise it together demonstrates commitment to one another every day."
"I'll take it into consideration, Doctor Sturgis, but please, do look into it for me."
"Okay, call me in about a week, and I should have something for you then."
"Thank you. That was all really."
"We're done here. Get dressed. The waiting room is down the hall on your left at the end."
"I'll see you in another month then," I said.
"Earlier if you start having any problems described in the literature we're giving you."
She left, closing the door behind her and I got dressed and found Master and Lisa. I got my next appointment card and all the literature the doctor promised, plus my first bottle of maternity vitamins. While we were at the doctor's office, we signed up for birthing classes, the evenings so Master could attend without missing work. We had lunch first, then went to Wells Fargo where Lisa was added to our accounts. They said she'd get her debit card in seven to ten days. Since we still had lots of time, Master took us to a large mattress store nearby to look at Alaskan king size mattresses.
What we found is no one stocked Alaskan king mattresses. None of the big manufacturers even made them, it would be a specialty item from someone who made to order like McCroskey Mattress here in California or Portland Mattress Company.
"Nine foot by nine foot mattresses are tough to stock since most people don't buy them," the sales person said. "Have you considered a Wyoming king?"
"What's the difference?" Master asked.
"The Wyoming is seven by seven, or a foot wider than a California King. We don't normally stock those either, but we have one somebody ordered and never picked up. I don't have a bed frame for it, so it's not on display, but I can show you how it compares."
"What's the difference between a California king and regular king size which is what I have now?"
"A California king is four inches longer and four inches narrower than a king size, built for taller people, I'd say. The Wyoming keeps the extra length and adds an extra foot in width."
"Show us one of your California kings and I'll imagine the extra foot of space on the side."
He showed us one of those Mattresses and all three of us got on. The salesman kind of gulped and pulled at the neck of his collar. He suddenly realized why we might be looking at larger mattresses.
"What do you think, ladies?" Master asked.
"The extra length is good for you, sir, but I hate the narrowness of this, and I don't even think the extra foot wide would be helpful once I'm really starting to show," I said.
"I agree with Julia," Lisa said. "Way too crowded for the three of us. The Alaskan king gives us three feet of space per person. If we're all going to sleep together, I think we need the Alaskan."
Now the salesperson's face grew red and he started to perspire, just thinking of it. He loosened his collar so more. He should wear one of mine; which locked tight.