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Becky and I
BY JYM

F/F Bnd - heavy

Becky and I

- JYM - GJ@SPRYNET.COM


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