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Subject: {ASSM} Judith and Me 5 (MC, Fdom, preg)
Date: Thu,  5 Dec 2002 17:10:06 -0500
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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: Judith and Me
Part 5 the Membership Committee
Universe:
Keywords: MC, Fdom, preg
Summary: The membership committee of Judith's new
condo doesn't like her lifestyle until she has a talk
with them.
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 6/12/01
Last Edited 12/04/02


Judith and Me 5 (MC, Fdom, preg)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com

The Membership Committee

The next morning I started to awaken Judith my
favorite way, eating her to a couple of soft, rolling
orgasms.  She usually wanted me to slip it in and give
her a "refill" of semen because she might have "run
low" over night and we wanted to make she "stayed
pregnant."  (She was wonderfully nasty, the way she
teased me)  Today, however, as soon as she was awake
enough to feel what I was doing, she pushed me away. 
I was hurt until she pulled me up beside her and
kissed me.  "I don't want to feel 'too' good today,"
she said mysteriously.

The pregnancy had slowed Judith's frantic pace, but
this morning she was up and about with unusual energy.
 As I was finishing preparing the pecan pancakes with
blueberry syrup, grapefruit juice, melon balls and
French-roast coffee, Judith came down already showered
and dressed.  I was surprised at the choice of
apparel, a black, full-length skirt with large yellow
and violet flowers.  The white blouse was buttoned
high at the collar.  The gold loop earrings had been
replaced with her diamond tacks.  For Judith, this was
demure, almost prudish, as she generally favored
clothes that flaunted her ample figure.

After breakfast she told me to change out of my chinos
into my "whites."

"But that was a party costume." I objected.

"Run along, David.  Today IS sort of a party and you
are my houseboy.  I want you to look the part."  When
I returned in uniform, she looked up from the four
cups she had laid out on the serving tray.  I saw an
approving glance.  I hoped it meant she intended to
make all this up to me the way she knows I most enjoy.

Precisely at 10:00 the door chimes rang.

"We are from the Membership Committee" announced the
tallest of the three women when I opened the door. 
"Ms. Roth is expecting us."

I ushered them into the living room and went to call
Judith, feeling the disapproval in their eyes burning
into my back.  The spokeswoman, besides being tall,
was also the most elegant of the three, wearing a
business suit.  Her black hair had a few streaks of
gray.  She appeared in her mid forties but was slim
and obviously took care of her self.  To her right sat
a younger, shorter, stockier redhead.  She was pretty
and must have been a bombshell before being defused by
too many bon-bons.  On the other side was a trim,
still younger, oriental woman, quite pretty and,
though it was almost hidden by her conservative dress,
quite curvy.

"Good morning and welcome" said Judith when she
breezed in and took a seat facing them.  "I don't
believe I have had the pleasure.  I was expecting a
visit from the Membership Committee, Harvey
Wainwright, Leonard Prude and Timothy Lyons," she said
pointedly.  "How may I help *you.*"

"I'm Estelle Wainwright.  This is Ima Prude."  Estelle
nodded toward the chubby redhead, "And this is Noe
Tan-Lyons.  We were, ... delegated to speak to you. 
Our husbands though, in light of the topics, we should
discuss this among women."

"'Topics we should discuss?'" Judith smiled.  "I take
it, then, this is not a pro forma welcome."

"Hardly, Ms Roth," Estelle replied.

"'Dr.' Roth or Judith, please," Judith replied with a
forced smile.  "May I offer you tea?"

"That really isn't necessary, Dr. Roth.  This is not a
social call."

"Oh, tah!  No reason to slight civility. -- David,"
she called me.  "Be a dear and serve our guests the
tea I laid out."

"Very well, thank you." Estelle acceded as I laced the
cups before them.  "Dr. Roth you may know that your
purchase of this condominium remains probationary for
six months and that the Membership Committee may
recommend the potential buyers final acceptance be
rejected for 'cause.'"

"I am aware of the clause in the contract," Judith
smiled coolly.  "I also am aware that it is largely a
formality."

"It has been used in the past," Estelle replied icily.

"Yes, I believe you revoked the contract of a
gentleman who was found stockpiling light arms for the
Aryan Nation after ATF agents raided his apartment."

"The fact remains that several grave impediments have
arisen to your remaining at Worthy Manor, Dr. Roth."

"The treasurer didn't find any 'impediments' when he
cashed my check," Judith remarked.

"This is not about money, Dr. Roth.  It is about
demeanor, standards," Estelle sniffed.

"And exactly what is troubling you, if I may ask,
before you attempt to chuck me out onto the street? 
Ah, excuse my rudeness.  Here is our tea.  David,
sweetie, will you serve."

Ima had been getting increasingly fidgety during the
verbal swordplay and was relieved to get a chance to
speak.  "Well first, you and that young man!"  She
glared at me as I poured.  "You have him living here
with you and you aren't even married!"

"Do you mean Mr. Black?  He is my employee," she
smiled at me as I placed the cups of steaming tea
before each woman.  "He has his private quarters."  I
almost broke out laughing at Judith's deadpan
delivery.  Yeah, I had a room where I kept my books,
my weights, and the computer where I wrote naughty
stories.  I sure as Hell had never slept anywhere but
in Judith's soft, warm arms.

"But the noises people report!" Ima sputtered, gulping
her tea nervously.

"And what noises are those?" Judith asked serenely.

"Well, the sounds of, of ... of a woman having ...
SEX!" she said, hardly able to say the awful word.

"Really?" Judith asked, raising an eyebrow, "And just
what does a 'woman having sex' sound like?"

"Well, you know, ... crying and moaning."  Estelle was
frowning, seeing that Ima was getting in over her
head.

"Oh?" Judith asked innocently, "Are those the noises
*you* make while 'having sex?'"

"Well of course not!  Leonard hasn't been able to get
it up since ..."

"That's enough Ima," Estelle broke in to rescue the
floundering Mrs. Prude.  "Dr. Roth, your living
arrangements are only one of the concerns of the
committee."

"By all means let me know ALL the committee's
concerns," Judith replied ironically.

"Well the way you dress.  It's positively indecent,"
Amy spoke.  "Those skirts, they are inches and inches
above the knee.  And around the pool, you practically
go naked."

"I am not the only woman at the pool in a tanga"

"Well, no, but, ... but ... you're ... preg ... uh,
... expecting"

"How observant!" Judith smiled.  "And what is indecent
about that?"

"Indecency is in the eye of the beholder," Amy shot
back.

"And your husband has been beholding more that you
wish, is that it?" Judith grinned.

Any was taken aback and took a large sip of the now
cooling tea.

"You know, of course, that you'll never make anything
as 'flimsy' as my dress stand up in court as 'cause.'"
Judith said.

"You're awful!" Amy cried.  "When Timothy comes in
after seeing you, he's ... he's ...."

"Thank you, Amy," Estelle interrupted.  "There is no
need to worry about court, Dr. Roth.  There is another
clause that equally makes you ineligible to own part
of the condominium: your ... 'condition.'  The bylaws
do not permit families with children to purchase.  You
have only been here three months and from the size of
that bel ... uh, and it is apparent you must have been
pregnant when you applied."

"No one asked if I was pregnant." Judith pointed out
reasonably.

"Well of course not!  A woman of your age!"  Estelle
was barely able to control her anger.  She drained the
tea in exasperation.

"Of my age?" Judith asked.  "Why I don't believe I
could be older than you and *you* are certainly not
too old to have babies."

"Me?  Have a baby!"  Estelle could hardly believe her
ears.

Judith ignored her.  "You know, ladies, this little
discussion has been unnecessarily confrontational. 
I'm afraid we don't have enough in common to see eye
to eye.  I'm sure we would get along better if you
would all just relax.  We're all friends having a nice
little all girl chat.  It feels nice and cozy here,
doesn't it?  Of course.  When you are totally relaxed
and your mind isn't putting obstacles in the way, you
can all learn.  You can all experience new things. 
Isn't that right?

"Yes, we can learn," Ima said woodenly.

"Yes, we can experience new things," droned Any

Estelle stared straight ahead.  "What ... have ... you
... done ... to ... me?" she asked, struggling with
herself.

"Just put a little something in the tea to make you
more open to suggestion, Estelle.  Don't worry.  It
isn't harmful and you won't remember a thing.  Now
just sit still and listen."

"Girls, Estelle has brought up a little rule-y problem
that can't be solved just among us, we'll have to call
an owners' assembly to deal with it, but these other
little things, they are just a matter of perspective,
aren't they?"

"Matter of perspective" the three women recited in
unison.

"And what does perspective mean?  Seeing things from
another person's point of view.  Now take you, Amy. 
You feel threatened by a sexy woman who shows what
she's got and enjoys giving the boys a kick.  You
shouldn't.  With that dynamite little body of yours,
you could do the same.  And you will.  I'll bet
Timothy has been trying to get you to dress like a
woman for years, right.  Come on, you can tell us."

"Oh, he is such a sexist pig," Amy confessed.  "He
wants me to wear short skirts and high heels and
makeup.  He gives me jewelry and sexy pajamas but I
always make him take them back."

"And you'd just love to wear them except ...," Judith
coaxed.

"Well, yes, but I can't.  If I dressed like that, I'd
never get his mind off of sex," Amy answered, confused
by all the crazy thoughts that were swirling around in
her head, wondering why she WANTED to get her
husband's mind off sex..

"Married to a cute little piece of ass like you, dear,
what else would be on a health man's mind?" Judith
asked.  "Isn't that the point Amy?  Don't you want to
excite him?  Make him want to make love to you?"

"But he'd want to every night?" the dazed woman
replied.

"Of course, Amy.  You can make him fuck you as often
as you want: night and morning and afternoon, too, if
he's up to it.  But that's exactly want you need,
isn't it.  You love sex.  You need sex.  You enjoy
flirting and teasing all men, but you especially want
to get Timothy hot so he will fuck you silly, right?"

"I guess" Amy agreed uncertainly.

"Good.  Well, from now on, you are going to make
Timothy a happy man.  This afternoon you will ask him
to go to the mall and help you pick out some skimpy
new outfits.  And won't he be surprised when you
insist on modeling them all for him.  Of course, when
you two get back here later today and take a little
sashay around the pool and through the public areas,
people are really going to admire him for getting a
sexy little piece like you to go without panties."

"No panties!"  Amy grinned  "I'm going to be so hot!"

"Indeed you will be," Judith smiled.  "Wearing sexy
clothes will get you so horny you'll hurry Timmy home
so you can get him in bed."

Then she turned to Ima.  "Isn't that unfair, Ima?  Amy
is going to have her hunky husband fucking her to her
heart's content and you're not getting enough?"

"No?" Ima had not been aware of missing sex, but it
did make sense.

"Leonard doesn't fuck you very often any more, right
Ima?"

"No," she admitted, looking down.

"Do you think it could be because you've gotten
flabby?"

"Maybe."

"Or because you've always been too conservative at
lovemaking?  Maybe he has gotten tired of having to
beg for a blow job.  And what is so wrong with letting
him eat you?"

"But those are such nasty, perverted things.  Why no
decent woman ..."

"You are so right, Ima.  But, then, you are not a
decent woman.  Why a decent woman wouldn't have her
eye on Gabriel the pool boy, would she?"

"But I don't ..."

"You don't go near the pool that you don't check the
crotch of his Speedos, do you?"

"No," Ima responded, confused by the sudden feeling of
attraction to the young man she had hardly seen.

"I guess that's why you spend your afternoons
masturbating, dreaming of his thick brown cock in you,
isn't it?  You know, Ima, if you lost a few pounds,
started working out a little, got in shape, I'll bet
you could get Gabriel in bed, easy.  You'd enjoy that,
wouldn't you, Ima," Judith grinned conspiratorially.

"Get him to fuck me?" Ima asked, her eyes lighting
with lust.

"He'd be an awesome fuck, Ima.  He would have you ..."

"Making noises like a woman having sex?" Ima grinned.

"Un huh," Judith agreed.  "And when Leonard finds out,
well, you'll know how to make it up to him."

"Fuck his eyeballs out and let him eat me 'till his
tongue falls off?" Ima asked.

"Oh, Ima!  You're such a clever, nasty girl!" Judith
laughed and looked over at Estelle.

"Estelle, Estelle.  You do have a problem with Harvey,
don't you?"

"Yes." she admitted, still trying not to cooperate.

"Tell us"

"I had no idea when I married him he was such a
Neanderthal."

"Oversexed?" Judith asked sympathetically.

"That's not the worst of it.  Not a day goes by he
doesn't bring up having children one way or another. 
He'd like nothing better than to keep me barefoot and
pregnant all the time."

"That's terrible, Estelle, good as you'd look in
heels." Judith smiled.

"That's not what I ..." Estelle stopped as the image
popped into her head of herself standing before Harvey
in nothing but a pair of red 5" pumps proudly
presenting her husband with her beach-ball belly.

"How many children do you think he wants, Estelle?"

"I don't ... er, ... two, maybe three."  Estelle knew
something was very wrong here, but she couldn't figure
out what.

"I shouldn't worry about that, Estelle.  Once he sees
how beautiful you are pregnant and finds out how horny
it makes you, I'll bet you can get him to knock you up
four or five times at least."

"Do you really think so?" Estelle replied, confusedly.

"Throw your pills a way and cuddle up to him tonight
and ask him how soon he thinks he can put the first
baby in you.  You may be pleasantly surprised.  And
when you need it, I'll recommend a great OBGYN."

"Oh, thank you, Judith, thank you," Estelle gushed.

"Don't  mention it.

"My, my, how the morning has flown," Judith said. 
"Don't let me keep you unnecessarily, ladies.  I know
you all have things to do."

All three women nodded enthusiastically.  As soon as
the door closed behind them, Judith collapsed in my
arms, laughing.

Needless to say, amid the tittering over the sexy new
Mrs. Tan-Lyons new wardrobe, especially the way she
loved showing off her newly bulging belly, the scandal
over Ima Prude's affair with the poolboy (rumor had it
that HE was the father of her baby to be, and the
shock of Estelle's pregnancy, our purchase of the
condo sailed through the membership committee without
a hitch.


To be continued in Chapter 6: Friends

Comments (please) to: 
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com



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