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“There is no judgement in that club, baby. Everybody is there because they like something a little different. They understand better than anyone the needs some people have. And I can promise you that you are not the first pregnant woman to use the club, and you won’t be the last.”

Chapter 38

Finn has spent so much time over the last twenty-four hours reassuring me about what I want, making sure that I feel good about it, and that I’m comfortable. He even contacted another member of the club he knows to ask if I could talk to his wife about it.

When she was pregnant, she liked to do similar things and more. I’d thought at first that he was stepping over a line by contacting them, but he explained that there are some members who are guides and confidants for this exact reason.

She reassured me that it is perfectly normal and okay for other members to contact them. They like to help people feel at ease with their thoughts and decisions.

After we’d talked for almost three hours, I was sure that it was something I wanted to try, and I knew that I would only regret it if I didn’t.

We’ve been at the club for two hours, just sitting at the bar, watching the events happening around us. We’d spent the first forty minutes talking about tonight and what I wanted and how I was feeling. Finn is so attentive but so worried. He even told me to pick a safe word for tonight. I said I didn’t need one and that I trusted him, but he said it would be expected and it would make him feel comfortable having one, so that there would be no confusion when it comes to the third party.

Who knew I’d find picking a safe word way more stressful that the thought of what was about to happen? I took too long and I was starting to get stressed. I know it’s only a word, but it has to be one I’m comfortable saying, and one I will remember in the moment. In the end, we settle on tulip.

Finn has been at my back since the moment we walked through those doors, and even when I need the bathroom, he’s right beside me. Having him so close is comforting, but it also messes with my concentration. Whenever he’s around, all I want to do is rip his clothes off and fuck him.

When he leans into me, his mouth ghosting the shell of me ear, I shiver in anticipation. “What do you want to do first, baby?” His hand comes around and covers my throat as he tips my head back. His lips connect with mine and it feels like electricity running through us. He slides his tongue into my mouth, letting it tangle with mine, and I groan when he pulls away.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to watch… for now.” He gives me a single nod and helps me from my stool before guiding me down the corridor where the rooms are.

He stops me outside of the door and I look up at him in confusion. “Before we enter, we should book a private room for later, if you still want to add a third?”

“Wait…” I grab his wrist before he has a chance to move. “What if I’m okay with it happening in here?” He quirks an eyebrow at me, then swipes his card over the lock on the door, letting me into the semi dark room.

He leads me over to the bench in the far corner and we take a seat. I look around the room, taking in the other members––there aren’t many people in here right now. Including us, there are only six of us––four women and two men.

You can’t really see much of them, but I can make out the bands on their wrists. Two of the women are closest to the door, and one of them has a white band––she is a guest and is off limits. The other is wearing a blue band––she likes to watch.

A man and a woman are sitting at a table at the front of the room, and the woman is wearing a yellow band, meaning she will perform acts but there is no intercourse. I tilt in my seat to get a better look, without being obvious, to see the man is wearing a green band, making him a switch. He will touch and can be touched.

I bite my lip, thinking about what might happen tonight.

“I can see your mind ticking over. Just enjoy yourself, baby, and if you want it then let me know and we can arrange it, with anyone. Do you remember your safe word? Tell me what it is.”

I nod. “I do. Tulip.”

“Good girl.” I inhale at the praise just as the lighting dims and the curtains to the window are opened.

“Oh God,” I whisper as I watch the sight unfold. A man is sat on a bed in the middle of the room, while a woman is in his lap, riding him, and another man has a grip on her hair, pulling her on and off his dick. I shuffle in my seat. I can already feel the wetness starting to soak my panties and I wish I hadn’t worn them. Finn chuckles, then slides his hand up my dress. I lift my hips slightly, letting him slide them down my legs. I tip my head back a little, wondering how long I can hold out for, when I see the door open and the two women leave, just as three other people enter––two men and a woman. Catching a glimpse of the bands, I notice they are all wearing red. They are the members who like to perform here and must not be required in a room or on stage.

Finn slides behind me, pulling my back to his front and lifting my dress. I let out a moan when he grips my breast and squeezes, the noise garnering the attention of the new occupants. They all look our way, then the woman smiles and bites her lip before turning back to face the room beyond the glass.

“Touch yourself,” Finn whispers in my ear, and I do as I’m told. My fingers slide back and forth over my slick pussy, while Finn sucks on my ear.

I watch the woman slide her hand into her panties as one of the men lean down and take one of her breasts in his mouth. He moves, blocking my view from her, and my eyes flick back to the main room, where the woman is face down on the bed and one of the guys fucks her from behind while the man jerks himself off as he watches.

I slide two fingers inside of me and let out another loud moan. My eyes quickly dart across the room to the couple at the table. She’s now in his lap, both of them focussed on the show. My eyes move to the other guy with the red band, to find him watching me, his eyes focussed on my fingers as I pump them in and out of my pussy. The attention has my pussy pulsing around my fingers, and I can feel my body start to shake. I place my thumb over my clit, adding pressure and circling.

“Princess, you okay? What do you need?”

“I need to cum… I need it…”

“Let me taste you.” He pulls my wrist before I have a chance to protest, and he raises it to his mouth and wraps his lips around my fingers, licking and sucking my arousal off them. I steal a quick glance and notice him watching the guy near the door as he does it.

“Oh, Finn, I want your mouth on me.”

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