Lydia
The last days before the wedding were gone in the blink of an eye and before I knew it, we were overseeing decorators at the new house and packing for our bachelor parties.
Once I’d seen the new house, I couldn’t stop thinking about the stag night. Jon had suggested that we could invite some select people over to break in our new furniture, Patrick offered up Eloise and Ike, and I was more than ready to sink my teeth into some old-fashioned suburbia deviancy. Jon wasn’t exactly secretive of the fact that he was a swinger when he and Christine were together, and as a throuple we weren’t far from that ourselves, but I hadn’t really felt like it was a definitive part of our lifestyle until now.
I wanted to be the super involved PTA mom that baked cookies for the bake-sale and came home to fuck her husband’s three best friends, and I could see myself licking icing off Patrick’s dick in the near future. Ah yes, I’ll be the gated-community bicycle.
Also, the pregnancy was turning me into a bitch in heat. It got to the point where I had to call Dr. Auyeung and ask if it was normal that I wanted to fuck everything that moved, she said it was, but she did caution me to use protection for both mine and the baby’s sake if I decided to act on my urges and start screwing every person I laid eyes on. Patrick and Jon could barely keep up with me, I would come crawling on all fours into Jon’s office with the paddle between my teeth, begging for more only an hour after they’d used me every way they could. My chastity belt was becoming more of a hindrance for them than me. Pat had taken up brutally fucking my ass just to try and get me to stop pestering them, it only made me want them more. So did the orgasm denial, Jon would walk in on my trying to finger myself and he would whip my ass with the belt until I apologized.
I’m pretty sure the movers heard them fucking me in the master bedroom walk-in after I’d cornered Pat and begged to suck him off.
Dr. Auyeung suggested that my lighter mood could have a lot to do with it, I think she was right. Either way, it didn’t bother me any, and the guys seemed thrilled about it. After all, it made it even more fun to get ready for our stag night when I was bouncing with excitement instead of fretting about it.
We had three special nights planned as bachelor parties. Or bachelorette parties, as in my case. There was my bachelorette night with Allie, some old friends, and Maritza, along with the guys bachelor party on the same night, and then there was what we were calling the “stag night.” This one was being held at Plaisir, and it was only for us. And, well, the members of the Club.
“Look at you,” Pat murmured into my hair. His arms were around my waist, his cock pressed against my ass while I stood in front of the vanity finishing my makeup. “I still think about our first party at the Club. You looked fucking gorgeous then too.”
“One day I’ll fit in that dress again,” I lamented, touching my stomach. “You’re sure no one will look at me funny though? I just don’t want to look like…” I trailed off and shrugged.
“A whore?” he offered with a coy smile. “Everyone there is a whore. Even the doormen.”
I giggled and looked back at him long enough to get a reassuring kiss. “I love you,” I whispered against his lips.
“I love you too,” he promised. “I’m going to get your collar and see if Daddy is ready, you finish up.”
I held up my hands in surrender before going back to my makeup while he left me there. I watched myself as I painted my lips a dark, vibrant pink with the everything-proof lipstick. My hair was a wild mess of bombshell blonde curls and waves, fluffed out to give me that just fucked look, my eyes were lined with thin, delicate black, and my lashes glued down so well that no matter what they weren’t going anywhere. I hadn’t worn makeup this heavy in months, it felt like I was playing dress up now and I hoped it wasn’t too jarring to anyone at the party.
What will they care once I’m sucking their dick anyway? I thought as I adjusted my dress. However, the hope was that it wouldn’t just be men – I wanted Eloise there at least. Maybe Christine too if she wanted to follow through on that promise…
“Lydia, are you coming?” Jon called from the bedroom.
“Yeah!” I called back.
I brushed my hair back and took one last look at myself in the floor-length mirror. My dress was slinky, almost sheer material that glittered under the lights and hugged my curves. It was a gray color that was just long enough to cover my ass, while the top portion that was strapless was clinging to my tits just to stay up. You didn’t have to look twice at me to know I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My only real reason for wanting to wear it tonight was a bit of self-consciousness toward my belly. I just wanted a layer of protection between it and the people downstairs. Patrick promised that he’d already spoken with them, so they knew that removing it completely was off the table, and I was glad to have that security.
With one last deep breath, I smiled to myself and slipped on my heels before going to join the guys. They were both standing near the door, laughing about something while they waited for me. Patrick wore one of his newly tailored crimson dress shirts with black trousers, Jon wore a casual pair of distressed jeans with a navy blue long-sleeve shirt. Both of them looked happy and relaxed and very much in their element. I strode across the room and attached myself to Pat’s side, his arm wrapped around me instantly and Jon took my free hand. Pat pulled my collar out of his pocket and the two of them secured it to my throat with ease, pushing the magnetic lock into place with a light clicking noise. The leather was cool on my neck and the weight was noticeable, but comfortable at the same time.
They continued joking around as we made our way downstairs and I couldn’t help myself but compare this to the first time they had brought me here. The auction was so surreal and exciting, but the thing that had really cemented our relationship was what came afterward, my initiation. I was terrified that Patrick was just going to leave me, I had been disappointed that Jon was removed from our games so quickly, and I told Patrick I loved him because I was so emotionally strung out and still in the honeymoon phase of our relationship that I didn’t know any better. Looking back now, I could see how unhealthy things were from the very beginning, and how toxic we all were. But still, I was grateful for that and for our growth. And I was thankful for the mistakes we made too, because without those, I didn’t know where we would be right now.
I squeezed Jon’s hand and gave Pat’s bicep a kiss just as we reached the foyer, they both kissed my cheek in return and I laughed when I realized they gave each other a kiss as well. I was also thankful that they found each other, that we could all depend on one another and feel more like ourselves than just three separate people fighting for a sliver of attention.
A wide red carpet was laid out in the foyer, stretching from the front doors to underneath the stair landing into the ballroom. The French doors were shut but Pat led us over to them anyway and I began to feel that familiar prickle of excitement dance along my skin. The hum of people chatting and laughing amongst themselves carried through the doors even before Jon pushed them open and ushered us inside. Immediately, I was struck by how different everything looked. The last time I was here was for Halloween, and none of the props that were present then were here now. Instead, sheer black canopies draped down from the chandeliers, muting some of the light and adding a dynamic feel to the room. The dining tables and chairs were gone completely, replaced with sprawling sectional sofas, cushions, and other sittings areas. All three of the large marble fireplaces were lit and added a warm glow to the subdued lighting, but by far my favorite part were the people that cheered as we came in.
I recognized most of them from our various visits and I instantly felt more at home as one woman gave me a warm hug. This was our community, I knew that now, and it felt good to have these people happily welcome us to a small corner of the world where our relationship wasn’t an oddity. It didn’t even phase me that half the attendees were naked, or partially naked, that was just part of the experience.
I guess I’d expected this to be more like my initiation than the Halloween party, but I was happy that people were here all the same. After a few more congratulatory hugs, handshakes, and other welcomes, the music was turned on and servers began drifting through the crowd with trays of drinks and finger foods. There must have been at least a hundred people here, if not more.
“What would you like to do first, sweetheart?”
I jumped at the sound of Patrick’s voice next to my ear and turned to find him standing behind me with a lopsided grin.
“I, uh—” I broke off and glanced around. “I don’t actually know where to begin.”
Jon laughed and pushed a drink into Pat’s hand before pulling me away. “I’m going to show her around, you can go entertain our guests.”
Pat rolled his eyes but held his drink up to me in a mock toast as Jon tugged me along. I giggled and wrapped myself around the older man, trying to avoid jostling anyone as we wove through the thick crowd.
“Lydia!” a voice cried. I craned my neck to see Corrine wave and jump up from her seat to come greet us. “Congratulations! I wish I had have been able to see you at Halloween, you were the talk of the town.”
I hugged her back. “Thank you, hopefully we can try and get down here more often, I’d love to be able to see you guys some more.”
“The baby probably won’t like us being gone that often,” Jon mused.
“I can dream,” I teased him. “Besides, it was you who wanted to look at getting a permanent place down here.”
“Oh, that you be great!” Corrine exclaimed, her face lighting up. “My son is turning two next month, we should try and get them together sometime.”
I tried to suppress my shock but I was sure she noticed, either way, she didn’t seem to take offence and I promised we would try to get together sometime after everything was settled. I didn’t know Corrine that well, hell I didn’t really know Eloise that well either, or any of the subs here for that matter, but there was an intrinsic trust I had for them that made me feel like we were already friends. I loved Allie, she would always be my best friend and my sister, but she didn’t understand this dynamic and these women did. It was nice to have support on all sides.
Corrine made her way back over to a woman in a purple latex catsuit who had her hair buzzed down and wore platform boots. She looked like a futuristic Sci-Fi hero and possibly the coolest Domme I’d ever seen. I tugged on Jon’s arm and nodded in their direction, he smirked.
“That’s Deidre, we call her Miss D.”
“What an outfit.”
“If I had to guess, Miss Lydia, I would say you had a latex fetish.”
I grinned up at him. “I guess we’ll have to test that out some time.”
He gestured behind me. “Well, I don’t think your Master will argue with you.”
I spun around and leaned up on my toes to see Patrick admiring a display of a woman in a white latex body suit getting tied to one of the smaller sofas. It was nice to know I wasn’t the only one that appreciated the aesthetics. Laughing, I pushed Jon in Pat’s direction.
“Go, make him keep his hands to himself,” I instructed. “You know I don’t like when he gets like that.”
Jon paused and pulled me up into his arms, kissing me hard and making me forget my words for an instant. When he pulled away, the world seemed to tilt and I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself. He gazed down me, eyes bright and flashing with the too-familiar glacial spark. I’d definitely learned how to push their buttons the right way.
He leaned down to whisper in my ear over the hum of the crowd around us.
“When I come back, I’ll have your Master with me, and I’ll make sure everyone in this room watches while he canes your ass if you have such a jealousy problem.”
My eyes had to have been huge and he seemed satisfied with my reaction when all I could do was nod solemnly.
I didn’t know what it was about Patrick, but I couldn’t stand the thought of him being with another woman. I’d felt that way for a long time, especially on Halloween, and even though I knew it was something of a double standard given our relationship, that was a boundary I wasn’t flexible on. I could stand knowing he had other partners, many of them in this room, but it made me incredibly anxious to think of him being with them now. Maybe one day it would be different, maybe when more time had passed from the rocky start to our relationship, or even after the wedding, but for now it made me feel better to know that Jon was with him.
I watched Jon head back the way we came, noting the way the people moved out of his way without him asking. That’s because he’s Mr. Harris right now. I smirked to myself and waited until I saw him pull Patrick to his side and the two kissed before I turned back and continued on. Not even a full minute had gone by before I heard a loud squeal and suddenly arms were wrapped around my neck as Eloise hugged me.
“Talk about a party,” she gushed, pulling back to beam at me. “They let you out looking like that?”
I glanced down at myself and remembered my dress was see-through. Hers was non-existent, she was completely naked like when I’d first seen her, save for the thick rope harness she wore that emphasized her tits.
“I should be asking you the same question,” I replied, gesturing to her. “You look amazing, by the way.”
She rolled her eyes and took my hand, leading me to Ike who shot us a wave as we approached him. “That’s supposed to be my line with you pregnant and all that. I saw the pictures on your Insta of the engagement, you guys looked great.”
“Aw, thanks!” I laughed lightly and touched my stomach. “I was a little worried that people might be rude about the whole thing, especially tonight…”
She scoffed. “Please, Corrine was here pretty much right up until she gave birth, it’s perfectly safe and it’s not like moms suddenly lose their sex drive.”
“Yeah, trust me, I know.”
She cackled and dropped down onto the white leather couch, patting the open spot between her and Ike. “Come, sit,” she instructed.
Ike smirked and stretched his arms across the back of the sofa. “I’d say we don’t bite, but you already know better.”
I giggled and took the seat between them. Immediately Elle began feeling my belly and asking about the baby. Beside us, a person in black negligee was kneeling in front of their partner with a raging hardon. The person in the negliee was the one with the erection, just to be clear. Something about the combination of an erection and black lace just seemed right, but somehow, I didn’t think Jon or Patrick would really be inclined to agree. Well, maybe Jon if he was feeling adventurous enough.
The room was filled with the sounds of laughter, casual conversations, and the distinct hum of people fucking. All the while, Ike and Eloise didn’t seem phased in the slightest, they were more interested in the details of my pregnancy.
“Who’s the father?” Ike asked casually.
“You of course,” I answered.
“Wouldn’t that be a treat,” he replied with a booming laugh. “There’s a poll going around, a few of us are taking bets.”
“For what it’s worth, I have my money on Patrick,” Elle piped in. “He’s going to be your husband, so I only thought it was fair to give him the benefit of the doubt.”
I snickered to myself and touched my stomach reverently. “We got the results back a few months ago and we’ve been pretty quiet about it outside of the interview, but he’s Jon’s.”
Ike clapped his hands together and cheered excitedly, several people around us turned at the commotion and joined in, whooping and hollering. My face was burning with embarrassment, and I expected leers and snide looks, but instead a few people just congratulated me again, others asked to touch my stomach. It was a surreal feeling having these acquaintances and strangers be so kind. I had to admit though, sharing my body with the baby and having people touch me constantly was starting to become frustrating, I’d never felt like I had to share so much before and now it was like others felt some expectation to touch me as well. I didn’t say anything right then, I just thanked them for their words and taunted Elle when she had to pay up.
“Pat and I will have a baby too,” I told her once my entourage had dispersed. “It’s too soon to say when, but we talk about it a lot.”
I’d originally thought that maybe we could start trying this coming Christmas, but the issue with that was that this one would be barely six months old, and neither of us had experience with babies. Not to mention that so much of our relationship had been engulfed with fighting, lies, and intense media scrutiny at times. It would be nice if we could just relax, take it all in and enjoy our time as a new family before we did this all again. So, maybe we would wait two years instead of six months, we would know when we were ready, but one was enough for now.
Besides, with one it would be easy to get away for the weekend with one of us on babysitting duty and others going out. I couldn’t imagine a better scenario.
Topics slowly drifted while we sat there people watching the couples around us. Ike’s hand gently massaged my thigh while Eloise toyed with a lock of my hair playfully. I felt like a little doll between them. I caught glimpses of my Doms through the throng, I saw the way they touched each other casually – an arm thrown over the other’s shoulder, grabbing each other’s face for an obnoxious kiss that made their friends laugh, the ruffling of hair… I liked seeing them like this, and I loved how open they had become with regards to their sexuality. It was a far cry from Jon’s panic attack in Krakow.
They must have noticed that I was watching them because suddenly they were making their way over and my Master had a thin metal rod in his hand that glittered ominously. My ass was hurting just looking at it, and for a brief moment I was transported back to last spring, when I knew nothing about what they wanted to do to me except that I was excited to meet their challenges.
I didn’t even have a proper safe word then, I only barely understood the traffic light system, and Jon had expressed so much disappointment with himself and Patrick for not preparing me better. I hoped they both knew that in my eyes, they would always be good, respectful dominants, even if there were iffy circumstances at times. I hoped they both knew how much I looked back on that brief time with excitement and love for what developed between us.
I was hypnotized watching them strut across the room and it felt as if magic pushed the crowd out of their way as they got closer. Suddenly they were standing in front of me and Patrick was reaching for my hand. I gazed up at them for a second, taking in the way they towered over me in this position and the way it made my heart race. I took his hand without a second thought and they pulled me to my feet, once up, they brought me to a stockade bench in the center of the room. Daddy stepped behind me and pulled my arms back to attach leather cuffs to my wrists. He pushed me down across the padded bar so that my cheek rested on the cool plastic covering. From my position, I saw just how many other people in the room were already at it, with one woman across from me on her knees getting brutally face fucked.
A small circle began to form around us, blocking out the view as they watched the men prepare me, with my Master pulling my dress up over my ass and letting someone else grope my pussy. I shivered and closed my eyes, luxuriating in having them share me like this with their friends, the sensation of foreign hands caressing my skin, peppering me with kisses, and the hushed whispers of a thousand dirty words that they used against me. They’re in control, I thought dreamily, they already know who can and can’t touch me. If there was anything I had trusted them to do, it was that, and Patrick had already proven that to me.