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