Disclaimer -- Everyone involved in sex is of a legal age, this story contains a lot of anal, blackmail and coercion if you do not like these scenarios this story is probably not for you.
The following morning the kids had gone to school and her husband to work, she had the house to herself. She had gotten away with her weekend of being blackmailed and abused so far, so was happy, but her ass hurt. She looked in the mirror, there was a lot of bruising, a little blistering, and some scaring still deep purple in colour from the cane. She decided to go to the chemist to see if they had anything better than the bruise cream.
She knew a little chemist in the next village over so headed there to reduce the risk of bumping into anyone she knew. When she walked in the door there was one other customer and only one person working, it was a young-looking pharmacist maybe in his mid-twenties. He was stood in a long white jacket and wearing a face mask. "Oh hello," he said in a friendly manner, "Are you ok?" he asked seeing her wincing a little.
"It's a little delicate is there anywhere private we could talk?" she asked.
"Of course, we have a side room for private chats, let's talk in there."
"Ok, thank you."
He pointed her to the room, "go in and take a seat I'll be in once I've served this gentleman." Bethany was sat uncomfortably for about ten minutes before the pharmacist joined her. The room wasn't very big it had two chairs and an examination table. "Sorry about that, he needed some advice about rash cream for a child, so how can I help?"
"Well, I've got this pain in my buttocks. I fell and landed on wooden panels and now its bruised and blistered, I wondered if there is anything you could recommend that would help it heal?"
"One problem you've got is because your pregnant, you can't take much pain relief," he advised her.
"There's got to be something, I put some bruising cream on but that only helped a little."
"Would you mind showing me so I can at least know exactly what we are talking about?" he asked calmly and reassuringly.
Desperate for some relief she agreed, but then said, "No one's going to come in, are they?"
"Oh no, I have to lock the outside door when I'm in here to avoid shoplifters helping themselves, it's just us."
Feeling safe with a professional, Bethany stood up turned around and lifted the summer dress she had on. She chose it just in case this happened, plus not having material pressed constantly against her cheeks felt better. "What do you think?" she asked him.
"I meant for you to lie on the examination table, you can lie on your side then slide your dress up."
Feeling a little silly, "oh of course," she replied. She lay on the examination table facing the wall and slid her dress up to her waist, revealing the marks and a thin red thong.
"How did you say this happened again?" the pharmacist asked.
"I fell," she lied again.
"This is not from a fall; these are inflicted wounds. Are things ok at home? Is someone hurting you?" he asked.
"It's not that?" she replied panicked.
"Look, I have a duty of care to report things like this to the police, clearly you are hiding something. These look like cane and whipping marks." He quickly took a picture of her battered bottom without her seeing.
"Please you can't do that, my husband can't know about this," she blurted out.
The pharmacist then replied, "so, if not your husband someone else is abusing you, the police can help you."
"No, I'm not being abused, it was a kinky thing that got out of hand."
"So, are you cheating on your husband Bethany whilst carrying his child?" the pharmacist suddenly asked her.
"Wait, how do you know my name?" she asked looking even more concerned now.
"Do you not recognise me?" he said then removed his mask.
Not recognising him she sat up and replied, "you must have me confused with someone else."
"It's definitely you, I must admit I see your husband more regularly but not so much you. what if I said Saturday mornings?" he replied smiling.
Then it hit her, "oh no, wait, you're one of the coaches at my sons football training, Coach Martin, isn't it?" he nodded still smiling. The coaching team was made up of five younger men in their early twenties, respected by the parents for what they achieved with the kids' team, especially as they did it voluntary. "Look you're a good guy but you need to keep this private, surely there some patient confidentiality rule here?"
"I'm not a GP Bethany and I think I should tell your husband about this."
She pleaded with him "please you can't, look I was blackmailed into it, but that's all finished with. I swear I won't do anything like this again."
"That's not true, because if you want my silence, you will do something like it again right now," he replied as the smile on his face grew bigger.
"Please don't do this," she begged.
"Oh, I am doing this, I've actually had a wank fantasying about you, it was after you came to training last summer in that tight bodycon dress. Sexiest mom we've ever had shown up at training. The other coaches agreed as well."
"I'm going home now, please just forget all about this," she said, thinking if she showed a stern side he would back down.
"Ok, I'll send a message on the parents chat and attach this picture," he said showing her the picture of her lying on her side, bare ass on show and covered in whip marks. "Good luck explaining this in the community and especially to your husband," he chuckled.
"What do you want from me?" she asked tentatively.
"Back on the examination table would be a good start, this time facing me, while you do that, I'll go extend the time I'm closed for on the door." He then exited the room; he changed the door sign to say closed due to staff illness. He then sent a message to the other coaches on his phone, 'I'm away to fuck that MILF Bethany (Cole's mum), if you want a piece get to my pharmacy asap, use the back entrance.'
Jacob one of the other coaches, replied 'bull shit, no way you're that lucky.'
Marcus another coach simply replied 'How?'
The other two coaches never responded. Martin replied back 'She's here now if you want to fuck her hurry up.'
Jacob replied, to say he was at work and can't get out with a sad and angry face emoji added.
Marcus replied to say he was only ten minutes away but would be there asap and that Martin had best not be lying.
Tom put a thumb up to the original message and it remained unread by the final coach Sam.
Martin added a final message to say come in quietly and don't make a sound, then confirmed he would be in the private room. Marcus and Tom both added thumbs up to the final message. He then grabbed coconut oil, a stretch bandage and a sleep mask from one of the shelves and headed back to Bethany.
As he entered the room Bethany said, "Please Martin, don't do this. I thought you were a nice guy."
"I am a nice guy, I'm also young, single and need some fun. You can always class it as a reward for training that brat kid of yours."
"Please Martin, it's not too late,"
"Oh yes it is, and from now on I want you to call me coach, ok?"
"Yes coach," she replied in defeat.
He then made her sit up and used the bandage to tie her wrists together behind her back, "you won't be using these," he said then lay her back down. He then put the mask on her and said, "I don't want your judgemental looks either."
After a minute of lying in darkness she felt his cock head pressing against her lips, she instinctively opened her mouth and let him enter. He had one hand on the back of her head and his other hand went wondering over her body taking in her breasts and ass on its tour. He at least was gentle as he probed her mouth and caressed her body.
He withdrew his cock for a few seconds, and she quickly asked, "is that enough for you coach?"
"Don't be silly, and don't speak again unless you're asked a question, or I may need to freshen up the marks on your lovely round butt," he told her as he returned his cock to her mouth. This time he started to push a little deeper and faster as he continued.
Five minutes went past, Martin glanced round and seen Marcus sneaking into the room. He gave the shoosh sign with a finger to his lips. Marcus nodded and smiled in reply. Marcus then pulled his cock out and stood next to Martin where they did a silent fist bump.
Martin then pulled his cock out her mouth and said, "I'm going to have lots of fun with you, and you'll do as I say, you understand?"
"Yes coach," she replied.
Marcus couldn't believe it, Martin ushered him to enter her mouth, he didn't need to be asked twice. Grabbing the back of her head he thrust in and started to mouth fuck the poor pregnant wife. His cock was a little bigger than Martins, but she didn't notice.
"Oh, you're amazing," Martin said to keep the pretence up it was just him there.
For almost fifteen minutes they took turns fucking her mouth, eventually they stopped and rolled her over, so she was facing the wall, and her ass was facing them. "Have I satisfied you now coach?" Bethany asked politely.
"Not yet, I'm going to try your fuck holes now, if I'm satisfied, I'll let you go home after, how does that sound?"
"Do whatever you want to me coach, I can take it," Bethany replied desperate not to annoy him and hopefully bring this to an end quicker.
Marcus was struggling to comprehend the conversation, trying to figure out how Martin had got so lucky in the first place, for now though he was happy to help him reap his reward.
