Her Secret Invitation (Book Three)

by Amanda Martinez

  Her Secret Invitation

  By Amanda Martinez

  © Copyright 2015 by Amanda Martinez- All rights reserved.

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  Chapter 1

  Deborah woke up in a sea of flesh, her head resting on her husband Bob’s chest, her left leg and arm wrapped around him. Her best friend was spooning her from behind. Deborah could feel Ruth’s breasts pressed against her back. As she came back to the waking world, Deborah also noticed that Ruth had a firm and pleasurable hold on her left breast. She quietly extricated herself from the pile, and noticed that Mark was nestled into the back of Ruth. Deborah wrapped herself in a robe and walked down to the kitchen. She went about starting breakfast, as images from the previous night’s adventures played through her mind.

  Ruth had admitted being the person behind the Green Envelope, and knowing that Deborah, Bob, and her co-worker Mark had a threesome the weekend before. They had all returned to Deborah and Bob’s home and enjoyed each other.

  Enjoy is one word for it, Deborah thought as she ran her hand down Bob’s naked torso. It had started with an embrace between Deborah and Ruth, and progressed to a riot of the flesh. As Deborah tasted Ruth for the first time, Bob had positioned himself behind his wife and filled her in one strong thrust. Mark kissed Ruth while caressing the bright red nipples that capped her breasts. The combination of Deborah’s tongue and Mark’s fingers put Ruth on the fast track to an orgasm. When she climaxed, Bob moved Deborah onto her back, next to her best friend. That allowed Mark to move between Ruth’s legs, but she had a different plan.

  “Now wait a minute Bob,” Ruth said as she sat up, “you get to fuck her all the time. Give me and Mark a chance.”

  Bob backed up, “All right, so how would you like to do this?”

  Ruth looked down at Deborah, “How about we get into a 69 with me on top and both of us lying widthwise on the bed, Debbie. That way I can get some of Bob’s missile and Mark can drive you crazy?”

  Deborah nodded and got into position. Ruth’s legs straddled her head and immediately bent down to lick Deborah’s pussy. The feeling of her tongue, coupled with the view of Bob lining up to enter Ruth’s pussy sent Deborah into sex overdrive. She reached up to Bob’s cock and sucked the head, tasting herself on it. After Bob moaned in approval, Deborah took his dick out of her mouth and guided it into Ruth’s cunt. It fit like a velvet glove.

  On the other side of the bed, Ruth was doing the same to Mark’s cock. As it slid home, Ruth concentrated her tongue work on Deborah’s clitoris. She had a hard time concentrating though, thanks to Bob and Deborah’s teamwork on her. For every one of Bob’s thrusts, Deborah sucked on Ruth’s clit and squeezed her breasts. Ruth desperately needed to distract Deborah, or she would dissolve in a storm of orgasms. But Deborah and Bob proved to be too much for her.

  “MMMmmmmmmmmmpfff! Fuck!! That‘s too much!!” Ruth said as her whole body seized with an orgasm. Despite her shaking, Bob never stopped plunging into Ruth. In fact, he actually sped up, chasing his own climax. Deborah rested her head on the bed, though, deciding to focus on the pleasure Mark was delivering to her. His thick cock moved at a slow, steady pace, creating delicious friction within the saturated walls of Deborah’s vagina. As Ruth came down from her orgasm, she attacked her friend’s clitoris again, determined to make her blast off. Her persistence paid off, and Deborah erupted, with Mark right there with her. They yelled out at the same time.

  Then there was Bob, the last man standing. His punishing pace had created sweat all over his body, but he didn’t care. Bob had known Ruth almost as long as he’d known his wife. While first dating Deborah, Bob had fantasized about having a threesome that included his girlfriend’s raunchy roommate, but he never thought it would happen. As the years had passed, Bob had begun to see Ruth more like a sister, practically stripping her of any sex appeal. That had all changed the second Ruth had started kissing Deborah and shedding her clothes. Now, with his dick buried seven inches into Ruth’s pussy, he wanted it to last as long as possible. Ruth sensed Bob’s enjoyment and smiled back at him.

  “You enjoying yourself, Big Bob?”

  Bob nodded, drops of sweat falling from his forehead onto her ass. Ruth lifted herself up so she was no longer resting on her elbows and could feel Bob’s chest against her back. She took Bob’s hands off her hips and placed them on her breasts. Bob stopped his thrusts and enjoyed feeling her soft flesh and the jack hammering heartbeat beneath it.

  “Bob, I want you to shoot deep into me,” Ruth said between kisses, “so tell me what’s going to make that happen?”

  “I know what will do it,” Deborah said beneath them. She slid off the bed, and motioned for Ruth to lie down. Deborah then grabbed Ruth’s legs and pulled them back so her knees where touching her shoulders. “Okay Ruth, place your feet on his chest. Bob, go deep!”

  Ruth and Bob did what Deborah said, and they both groaned at the penetration. Ruth couldn’t believe how far Bob was reaching inside her. Bob was reveling in being able to touch the innermost depths of Ruth. After twenty strokes, he couldn’t take anymore. He came with a yell, and it triggered another, smaller orgasm in Ruth.

  Bob had collapsed back on the bed, his dick still hard and pulsing. Deborah had attacked it, desperate to suck Ruth’s flavor off her husband. She didn’t give him a chance to soften, hoping to inspire a second orgasm from the man she loved, the man who had helped her open up to new experiences. Bob could feel the passion from Deborah and responded with a second climax in record time. After cleaning up, all four adults relaxed in Bob and Deborah’s bed and soon fell asleep.

  Reliving the previous night’s escapade got Deborah thinking about who she was becoming. She had played several roles in her life, from good daughter and straight-A student, to doting mother and organized business person. Even her name changed slightly for each role. Bob had always called her Debs, while Ruth had latched onto Debbie. So what name should I use for this new sexually adventurous role I’ve taken on? Deborah asked herself. She didn’t have an answer to that question, she continued making breakfast.

  Eventually, the smells of bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee woke up her lovers. Ruth was the first one down, but she was naked.

  “You can’t eat naked, here, Ruth,” Deborah admonished her, “my son could come home any minute.”

  Ruth scurried back up the stairs, murmuring something about Debbie being no fun. Deborah heard some squeals and laughter. Then Mark and Bob appeared, fully dressed and smiling from ear to ear.

  “What did you two do to Ruth?” Deborah asked, even though she knew the answer.

  “We ran into a wood nymph on the stairs, and gave her a little pinch,” Bob said.

  Mark nodded, “And I think I see another right here in the kitchen, but she’s wearing clothes. Are wood nymphs allowed to wear clothes?”

  Deborah rolled her eyes at the two men and kept cooking. Ruth appeared a minute later, and Deborah recognized the clothes her friend had stolen from her closet.

  “I let you have sex with my husband, and now you’re taking my cloth
es, too?” Deborah asked, and everyone stopped moving in the room as the tension level went through the roof. Deborah realized she had used a voice that was devoid of emotion or humor. “C’mon people. It’s a joke. See, I‘m funny.”

  Bob visibly relaxed, “Debs, you almost gave me a heart attack. Of course, last night almost killed me, too.”

  Ruth laughed, “Yes, but a way to die.”

  Mark jumped in, “Agreed. And I hate to be that guy, but I don’t have time to eat. I have to leave for a soccer match. Before I go, I have two questions.”

  “Ask away,” Deborah said as she took a bite of her famous spiced scrambled eggs.

  “First, Ruth, do you want to go out on another date tonight? And second, when can we all get together again?”

  Ruth grabbed Mark’s hand, pulling him down for a kiss, “Would love to go out with you tonight. As for all of us, why don’t we play that by ear? I think the old married people need more rest than us.”

  Bob snorted, “Yeah, right, I’m pretty sure the ‘old married people’ outlasted both of you.”

  “But she has a point,” Deborah said, “I don’t regret a second of last night, but we do have to be careful. We are doing more than have sex here. We are intermingling a lot of relationships. I don’t want that to create new problems. So let’s take it slow.”

  “You’re the Boss, Deborah,” Mark said. He grabbed a piece of bacon and asked, “Can I have one more kiss before I leave?”

  Bob stood up and said, “Yes, but no tongue this time. You have morning breath.” Mark stopped the older man with a hand on his chest, leaned down to kiss Ruth and Deborah in turn, and then left.

  “I feel so cheated,” Bob said sitting down once again.

  Deborah patted his knee, “I think Ruth and I gave you plenty of kisses last night.

  “I don’t know, Debbie,” Ruth said, “it might be sexy to watch Bob and Mark do a little sword fighting.”

  Bob shuddered at the thought, “Sorry ladies, but that is Not going to happen.”

  Ruth took a sip of her coffee and then looked up at former roommate, “So Debbie, how are you feeling today about me?” She said it confidently, but Deborah had known Ruth long enough to detect the note of fear. She reached out for Ruth’s hands.

  “I love you more today than I did yesterday. You have been my friend for years and I don’t ever want to lose that. Last night was awe-inspiring and as long as Bob is okay with it, I will want repeats,” Deborah said, locking eyes with her friend.

  Ruth smiled, “Oh, I’m sure we can figure out a way to make Bob say yes to whatever we want.”

  “Typical woman,” Bob said folding his arms across his chest, “you think we’re all a bunch of Neanderthals, just drooling for a little nooky.”

  “And that’s why we love you,” Deborah said. She kissed her husband and went back to eating her breakfast.”

  Chapter 2

  Ruth left an hour later, complaining that she needed beauty rest before her date with Mark. Bob left at the same time to pick up Alex from his parent’s house. While he was gone, Deborah cleaned the kitchen, took a shower, and then went out to get the mail. She stopped in front of it, flashing back to two weeks earlier. That Saturday, Deborah had found a mysterious red envelope in the mailbox. It had started her on a very strange, but extremely erotic journey. She pulled open the mailbox and grabbed the mail. She didn’t find any mysterious envelopes, only the bills and junk she expected. She sighed in relief, thinking to herself that at least the mail was back to normal. Deep down, though, there was a part of Deborah that had hoped for another envelope, another mystery that could lead to a passionate climax.

  “Well Deborah,” she said to herself, “you may have to create your own adventure.”

  The rest of the weekend proved to be boring compared to the past two weekends, and for that Deborah was thankful. She spent her time organizing for the coming week. She did laundry with Alex’s help, put together prep packages for five meals so the family wouldn’t be eating dinner at ten o’clock at night during the week, and caught up on some work for the office. The only out of the ordinary moment came when Ruth called Sunday night to gossip about her date with Mark.

  “Debbie, he is just too delicious, and I mean that in every sense of the word!” Ruth exclaimed with a squeal. “He took me to dinner, then dancing, and then to bed. He is an amazing lover, as you well know. He can keep up with me, which is quite a feat. He practically wore me out.”

  “Sounds like you had an amazing time, so are you going to hold on to him for a while?” Deborah asked, almost afraid of the answer. Ruth was rough on relationships, and if she and Mark did not get along, the chances of a repeat of Friday night would go right out the window. Deborah surprised herself with how much she wanted all of them to get together again.

  “Oh yes,” Ruth said, “no worries there. We get along great, both in and out of bed. We talked about keeping it semi-casual, since we don’t want to jeopardize our relationships with you…and Bob.”

  Deborah chuckled at the pause, “What, my husband is an afterthought for you?”

  “Hell no! I just don’t want you to think I’m trying to steal your man from you. All these years of you bragging about his equipment and sexual prowess, and I thought you were just being a good wife. But damn, he IS good. Still, he’s not the true object of my attraction.”

  “Yes, well, remember that we are a package deal. You can’t have me without him or the other way around.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” Ruth said, “so when is the next time I can get a little of your packages?”

  Deborah did not have a concrete answer for that, but she promised Ruth that she would work on it. After she hung up, Deborah relaxed in bed, once again contemplating the strange twists her life had suddenly taken. Could she find a way to organize her life so that there was more time for sexual adventures? If anyone can do it, it’s me, Deborah thought, it’s just a matter of prioritizing.

  When the alarm went off at 5am, Deborah jumped out of bed, eager to start the new week with nothing hanging over her. She broke her old record on the treadmill, got breakfast and herself ready faster than normal, and Alex was on the bus to preschool with a special surprise in his lunch.

  “You are more energetic than normal,” Bob noticed, “Could it have something to do with our weekend activities?”

  “Yes and no,” Deborah answered. “I wouldn’t change a moment, but I like the fact that we didn’t get another strange envelope on Saturday. I guess I am a creature of habit.”

  Bob nodded, “I can understand that. I guess the question is, will we be making a habit of our Friday adventure? Can my organizational artist put that in her plan?”

  Deborah gave her husband a passionate kiss, wrapping her arms around the small of his back before letting them fall to his butt, “If I can’t do it, who can? Right?”

  Bob kissed her back, “Absolutely, as long as you really want to. You’ll get no pressure from me. You are all I need. Anything else is just gravy.”

  “Yeah, but it’s pretty good gravy.”

  “Yes, Ma’am!”

  ***

  Work at Info Solutions went as it normally did on Mondays -- hectic, with a side of chaos. Deborah did not have any time to talk to Mark, but they shared a few chuckles that drew odd looks during an afternoon meeting when someone mentioned a ‘red alert’ for one client’s personnel information or when a project was given a ‘green light’. At the end of the day, Mark poked into Deborah’s office.

  “We can’t keep giggling every time someone mentions a color,” Mark said.

  Deborah pointed at him, “You started it, Mr. Trenton. Don’t forget that.”

  “I know, and I would do it all again,” Mark admitted, “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”

  “Not in the least, but I do need you to stop smiling at me like you do,” Deborah said.

  “Like what?”

  Deborah locked eyes with the younger man, “Like you are reme
mbering how I taste and how it feels to have me wrapped around your cock.”

  Her words drilled into Mark’s soul and made his dick twitch, “Sorry, Deborah, whenever I see you, that is exactly what I am thinking about.”

  “Then you need to either stop looking at me or get better control of your facial muscles. I will not have rumors about us circulating around the office. That would be disaster, keeping us from enjoying each other ever again. Do you understand?” Deborah asked.

  “Yes, but it will be hard, pun intended,” Mark joked.

  Deborah gave him a small smile, “I’m sure Ruth would be glad to help you with that.”

  “No doubt.”

  Walking to the mail box at the end of the day, Deborah felt good, in control. That ended as soon as she fished out the day’s offerings. Right on top sat a blue envelope. At first, she was afraid to touch the envelope, as if the contents could grab her. Then she noticed a few differences with this envelope. First, was the fact that it had a stamp and postmark, which meant the blue envelope had actually gone through the post office. Second was the envelope had a return address. Third, it was addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Campbell in a flowery script she recognized. It was the same calligraphy that decorated the red envelope.

  “What was that guy’s name?” Deborah murmured to herself as she walked into the house. Tom Jones? Tony James? No those weren’t right. “I guess I could just open it and find out,” she said while sitting at the kitchen table. When she did, Deborah found another difference from the previous envelopes, and an answer to her calligraphy question.

  Mr. and Mrs. Campbell,

  I hope you will forgive this intrusion into your life. My name is Theodore Jameson. I wrote the card for Mr. Trenton earlier this month, and I got your address from him. He does not know I am writing you, but he will receive a similar letter in the mail.