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I let Sophie have a little time upstairs before I went up to bed myself. I didn't see any point in making her uncomfortable. But I did wonder if she would use the time, not just to get ready for bed quickly, but also to message Alex, and tell him that they had been given the green light.
She was off on Thursday, and I knew that is why she had met Alex on Wednesday, so she wouldn't have to be in work the next day if she was experiencing any discomfort.
She was still in bed, but awake, when I was leaving for work. I kissed her on the forehead and asked her what she had planned. She said that we needed to get a move on and book that holiday we'd discussed, so she would go online and see what was available and asked if it was OK for her to book if she could find something.
I said that was fine and that I trusted her. But I couldn't help thinking about the irony in that statement as my eye wandered to the drawer where she kept her pill.
Sophie messaged me in work about three o'clock with a screenshot of a booking confirmation and a link to a hotel on the Dalmatian Coast in Croatia. I messaged back to say that it looked great. And commended her on her choice.
She sent me a smiley back, and then asked if I fancied the pictures that night. I said that would be fine. She came back and asked if she could be cheeky and ask Anna if she wanted to come.
I smiled wryly at my desk, as I typed out a reply to say that was fine, remembering the last time someone had asked if they could be cheeky and bring their friend along.
Somehow I didn't think this evening would end up like the last one.
And so it proved. The film was so so, but Sophie and Anna enjoyed it, and we all had a good time. I know it was meant to be date night, but I really didn't object to Anna tagging along.
Friday was a pretty unremarkable day. The only incident of note being another message from Sophie, this one asking me if I was meeting Victoria on Saturday night. I thought it was a little strange when it arrived, because normally she would just say that she was meeting Alex.
But, as it turned out, she wasn't. He was away somewhere for the weekend, something to do with VIP tickets to a concert or something.
I did wonder if I should cancel my arrangements with Victoria, but then I thought why should I.
I knew Sophie never wondered whether I had any plans when she wanted to meet Alex, or one of his associates. Besides, it wouldn't be very nice, or fair, to just drop Victoria like that.
So I said that I was seeing Victoria, but Sophie came back quickly to say that was fine and she would go out with Anna. I suspected that was already set up and that she fancied a girlie night out. So she was probably hoping I would say that I had plans with Victoria anyway.
My thoughts again wandered to Sophie's activities, this time to what Anna would make of them. And then I wondered if she knew. Wasn't that the type of thing girl friends shared; tales of their sex lives? Or was that just a misconception that men had?
But in this instance I could well imagine Sophie itching to fill Anna in on the details of the previous weekend's party. And Anna itching to hear them.
Now whether it was the lack of any impending sex with Alex over the weekend, the desire to remind me that it was her I was married to, or just a general horniness, brought on by the thought of a potential forthcoming gangbang or the memory of something else she'd done recently, Sophie was very frisky on Friday night.
As we lay on the sofa together, watching TV, her hand began to stroke my cock through my joggers. And as it responded, she slipped her hand past my waistband and into my trunks.
She idly wrapped her hand around my dick and continued to slowly wank me.
"Are you having fun?" I asked her.
"It's alright," she said. And then crawled up my torso to kiss me. "I can think of something else that's better."
And that was the end of whatever film we were watching.
Sophie pulled my joggers and trunks down to mid thigh and without another word took my cock in her mouth and began to slide up and down my shaft.
I settled back to watch, loving the warmth and wetness of her mouth, tight around my cock. I ran my fingers through her hair as her head bobbed up and down.
Then she silently climbed off me, stood and pulled her leggings and panties off together. She licked her flat hand and rubbed it between her legs, but I think that was unnecessary.
She quickly climbed back onto the sofa, straddled me, and lowered herself down onto my cock, as I obligingly held it upright for her.
We fucked like that until she sat back and started to rub her clit, quickly bringing herself to orgasm. And then she got off me, to enable me to stand. She moved back onto the sofa, kneeling and leaning over the back, whilst I entered her from behind and fucked her to my own orgasm.
She turned round and took me into her mouth again and cleaned all the traces of spunk off me. Then she picked her panties and leggings up off the floor and, naked from the waist down, kissed me and said that she was going to get ready for bed.
I knew that wasn't an invitation to follow her upstairs. She really was getting ready for bed. Unlike me, she had work in the morning.
She left just after eight on Saturday morning. I lay in bed for a little while but didn't want to waste the day. However, before I got up, I rolled over to Sophie's side of the bed and retrieved her pill packet from the bedside drawer once more. The blisters for 'Thur', 'Fri' and now 'Sat' were all empty.
I also wanted to check Sophie's blog, and the 'OpenSecret' profile for messages. I knew I was now going to have to start checking the latter much more frequently than I had been doing.
I decided to shower and change first though, and check them whilst having breakfast. There were lots more messages on the profile, but a couple were replies from the men I'd been speaking to on Wednesday night.
They were both really keen to meet Victoria and I, and as they were both relatively local I thought it should be pretty straightforward to arrange something for next weekend with one of them. And then maybe the other the weekend after.
Two names to add to my nascent network of contacts whom I could call on for Victoria and, in due course, perhaps Sophie too.
As for Sophie's blog, having been home on Thursday, she'd finally managed to update it with the details of the party. It was as long as I expected it to be, but it didn't contain any new revelations or provide any real insight into what Sophie thought about it all.
She'd even missed out the sessions with John and Cath and with Caitlin.
I guessed that she was trying to make the blog into a step by step story of her owned journey, detailing new experiences, rather than every experience. So John and Cath were obviously too similar to Marcus and Judith to bother with.
And choosing to go to bed with Caitlin simply didn't fit the narrative of doing things she was instructed to do by her Master.
So instead it described the carousel and then the dice challenge, all in the now familiar terms of how she wanted to do it for her Master, so she hoped it pleased him, how lucky she was that he arranged things like this for him, how it was he who enabled her to be the slut she wanted to be.
She did say how much she had enjoyed being a fuck toy for four men, her words, and how wonderful it had been to feel a hard cock in every one of her holes at the same time. But judging by how keen she was to have another gangbang, that was hardly news.
It did bring images flooding back into my mind though, and I was glad I'd got up already, bearing in mind I was seeing Victoria that night, because otherwise I knew I would have been wanking off over the thought of it.
After checking the blog and the profile I didn't have any real plans for the day, apart from wanting to watch the football at lunchtime.
So it was a nice surprise when Daz messaged me and asked me if I fancied going to the pub to watch the game. I briefly toyed with the idea of inviting him round, but then I thought he'd be likely to be here all afternoon, drinking, and that wasn't what I wanted to do, especially before seeing Victoria. So we agreed to meet up at noon.
He was already there when I arrived and asked me what I wanted to drink. Then, surprisingly, he suggested that we go and sit down. I said that we had a better view of the TV screen where we were, but he said he needed to talk.
We sat down and I asked him what was wrong. Hoping he wasn't going to tell me that he and Nichola were having problems or something.
But it wasn't that...
"Listen mate," he said, seriously, concern on his face. "I just need to tell you something, and I hope it's nothing to do with you... but Nic thinks I should say something to you, just in case."
I looked puzzled, but inside my mind was suddenly racing. Had Nichola found out about Victoria and I? Or had someone found out about what Sophie was doing? I tried to be casual as I said "Go on..."
Daz looked down into his pint, then back up at me "I don't know if there was anything between you and that girl from Nic's work... Victoria... when she saw you out together that night."
It wasn't about Sophie then...
Daz continued, "but Nic said you looked pretty close. 'Intimately close' was how she put it. You know how women are... but then they do have a bit of an intuition about these things..."
He studied my face, trying to gauge the truth from my reaction.
"Anyway," he said "if there was anything going on that night, it's none of my business, I just hope as a mate that it's not still going on."
I wondered what had made him bring this up again now. And I did wonder if I should tell him.
He was my oldest friend. And whilst he was right that it was none of his business, it would have been easier than having to pretend to him. Preferable to lying to him. But I couldn't trust that he wouldn't tell his wife. And I didn't think Sophie would want them to know what we were doing.
"Listen," he said, "women in offices talk, yeah? Amongst themselves... you know. And it seems this Victoria has said something to one of the other girls in the office, and now Nic has heard about it."
Shit, don't tell me Victoria had told someone that she was seeing someone, a married guy maybe, and Nichola had put 2 and 2 together.
Or worse, that she had actually told someone about the nature of our relationship and now both Daz and Nichola knew. Or at least strongly suspected.
I braced myself for what Daz was about to say. What he was about to ask.
But it wasn't a question.
"Thing is mate," he said, "it seems this girl is pregnant..."
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Sophie is going to go mad I reckon 
