Her Last Envelope
By Amanda Martinez
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Chapter 1
“You did what?!” Bob yelled. Deborah had never seen him this upset before. A vein in his forehead was threatening to pop, and the rest of his face was bright red.
“Honey, calm down,” she said, trying to sooth her husband, “it wasn’t that big a deal. Blake seemed so nervous and scared, so I decided to help him.”
Bob gave Deborah an incredulous look, “That’s some way to ’help’ someone out.”
Deborah could not deny that Bob had a point. Blake was a neighborhood teenager who had developed a crush on her. He had snuck a white envelope in her coat pocket, professing his love for her. Deborah had told Bob about it, and they had decided she would confront the young man. At any other time, that would have been the perfect response, but this was a strange time for Deborah.
It had all started with a red envelope from a secret admirer. When Deborah received it, her normal, organized life was thrown for a loop. The red envelope had turned out to be from her co-worker Mark, who considered her a MILF, a mother he would like to fuck. Bob found out, and made a bet with Mark over whether the younger man could seduce Deborah. When she found out, Deborah had been mad, but the anger had turned quickly to lust. She took them to bed, and enjoyed both of their undivided attentions.
That first envelope turned out to be just the beginning of Deborah’s sexual adventures. A green envelope followed the red one, and the person behind it was Deborah’s oldest friend, Ruth. She confessed to wanting to make love to Deborah, and had gotten that and much more, thanks to Bob and Mark. A blue envelope followed the green, inviting all four of the adults to The Blue Room, a high-class swinger society. Deborah had been nervous about that adventure, but it had awakened even more desire from her soul. She also learned that it had awakened her ability to inspire desire from many other people. The white envelope proved that.
Blake was a good boy, but extremely inexperienced and excitable. At the age of 22, his fellow students had shunned him because of an unfortunate incident at the college. Blake had decided to turn his attentions on an older woman, Deborah specifically. At first, she had planned to berate the young man, playing the shocked housewife. Then Blake told his story, exposed his shame of pre-mature ejaculation to the ridicule of everyone at his college. Deborah took pity on the boy and taught him to control his body and passion.
“Yes, Bob, I gave him a couple of blow jobs,” Deborah said, walking over to her husband, putting her arms around his neck, “and I exposed myself to him, but he was in need. Now he can hold off his climax.” She lightly kissed Bob and placed her head on his chest.
The close contact with his beautiful wife dissolved Bob’s anger, “Where were the experienced women like you when I was in college?”
Deborah smiled against his chest, and she moved her hand down to his rapidly expanding penis, “You’ve never needed help that way. You always last more than long enough to bring me the most delicious pleasure.”
Bob sighed at the friction Deborah was creating in his pants, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. But what about this pink envelope you asked him to get you?”
Deborah barely heard the question. She enjoyed touching Bob, making him hard. She wanted to unbutton his pants, drag the zipper down with her teeth, and take him inside her mouth, but his words finally penetrated the fog created by her desire. “I decided to play the part of Cyrano de Bergerac, and help Blake get his girlfriend, Kayla, back.”
Bob gave a chuckle, “Well, you know what happened to good ol’ Cyrano, right? He helped Christian win the love of Roxane, even though Cyrano loved her, too.”
Deborah pulled away from her husband, “Don’t worry, I’m not looking to add another person to my harem, as Ruth called it. I just think that if I have the ability to help Blake and Kayla, I should. Do you want me to stop?”
Bob pulled her back in for a hug, “No, I am just joking. But you do need to be careful. Young love is a powerful thing.”
“I know, dear,” Deborah said, “and I will be careful. I may also need your help. I don’t have a lot of experience with love letters. Normally, I am the recipient, not the writer.”
On Sunday, Blake appeared once again on Deborah’s doorstep. When Bob opened the front door, he could see the young man preparing to turn and run.
“It’s okay, Blake. Deborah told me everything. Please come in,” Bob said. He was trying not to be threatening, but he was also making sure there was no trace of a smile on his face. Bob trusted his wife completely, but this boy was still an unknown variable. Bob wanted Blake to stay at least a little nervous in his presence.
“Thank you, Mr. Campbell. Please accept my apology for interrupting your Sunday, and for what I said in my letter,” Blake said, looking down at the floor.
Bob had to fight hard to suppress a grin, but he succeeded, “Blake, we all do strange things when we’re 22. The important thing is to learn from it and move on. Deborah and I are going to help you do just that with the pink envelope you have a death grip on right now. So let’s get to it.”
Bob and Blake walked through the living room and into the kitchen, where Deborah had set up a writing area.
“Blake! Good to see you. I hope Bob didn’t scare you too much,” Deborah said and pointed to a seat next to her, “Sit down, we have a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it.”
Blake sat down next to the first woman who had sucked his cock, and looked nervously at her husband. Bob wasn’t a physically imposing man, but that didn’t make him any less scary to Blake.
“Okay, Blake. Tell me a little more about Kayla,” Deborah asked.
Blake blanked for a moment. How do you describe an angel to a goddess? “I don’t know. She’s gorgeous, amazing, and I still can’t believe she allowed me to spend time with her.”
Bob chuckled, “Spoken like a true devotee of the female race. Did you build the pedestal you placed her on, or did she bring it with her?”
“Bob, be nice,” Deborah said, “he doesn’t have your advanced knowledge. Blake, Bob is right. You are placing her out of your own reach, and that is not what we want. Describe her to me, first physically, and then we’ll go over her personality. Okay?”
Blake nodded and swallowed, “Okay. She is about 5’3, 115 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, smallish breasts, tight ass…” Blake seemed to realize he was getting very descriptive and stopped.
“That’s fine, Blake. I am guessing she is a cheerleader?” Deborah asked.
Blake nodded, “Yes, the head cheerleader.”
“Okay,” Deborah said, “now let’s talk about her personality.”
Blake’s smile grew, “She is the best! Nothing like you would expect a head cheerleader to be. She is always helping others, and she knows people in every clique. Kayla apologized right after exposing what happened to the entire room. I know she would take me back, if she could. But since the incident, her best friend, Marcy, has kept her from talking to me. She‘s the one
who spread my shame all over campus.”
Bob broke in, “So it sounds like we don’t need to impress Kayla as much as we need to take this Marcy down a peg or two.”
Deborah turned to her husband, “What are you thinking?”
“Well, it sounds like Marcy is jealous of the attention Kayla was giving to Blake. Sound familiar?” Bob asked with a grin.
Deborah smiled back, “Just slightly. That gives me an idea. Instead of sending the pink envelope to Kayla, we send it to Marcy. Plus, if Kayla really is as nice as you make her out to be, Blake, she would help. What do you think?”
Blake looked a little confused, but nodded, “Kayla would help, I’m sure. But she won’t want to hurt Marcy.”
“Don’t worry,” Deborah said, “we aren’t going to hurt her in any way. In fact, it might actually turn out that we give her the best time of her life. So, let‘s start over. What is Marcy like?”
Blake closed his eyes and said, “She is shorter than Kayla, around 5’1, about the same weight, with slightly bigger breasts and a rounder butt. She has red hair and green eyes. She is loud, likes to argue with everyone, and dresses to attract attention. Most of the guys at the college have a crush on Kayla, but do most of their staring at Marcy.”
“Do you think she is into boys or girls?” Deborah asked.
Blake didn’t hesitate, “Boys. The inside of her locker is covered with pictures of mostly naked, heavily muscled men. The Algebra II teacher is a man, and when she isn’t arguing with him, she’s all over him. Hugging him, squeezing his arms, you know, that kind of stuff.”
Bob asked, “Could she be overcompensating?”
“Doubtful, especially since she is flirting with a teacher,” Deborah said, “I have a plan, but it will require the help of a few people, including Kayla. Blake, you will need to pass a note to Kayla and put the envelope in Marcy’s locker in the student union. Think you can do that?”
“Yeah, I can. What’s the plan?” Blake asked.
Deborah shook her head, “Can’t say just yet, I have a few favors to call in first. But if this works out, you won’t have to worry about Marcy cock-blocking you anymore.”
Chapter 2
Monday after work, Deborah drove out to The Blue Room, to talk to Theo. Once in his office, she asked if Peter was working that evening.
“Yes he is,” Theo said, reaching for his phone, “does this mean you have accepted his request?”
“No, I have a proposition for him. It seems I have gotten involved with another envelope, but this one is to help a young man connect with a young woman. There just happens to be another young woman in the way. I need to get her attention off the young couple, and I think Peter can help,” Deborah explained.
Theo picked up the phone, “Peter may be able to help, but he may have a price for his involvement.”
“I expected as much,” Deborah said. Her voice was calm, but her mind was racing. She did expect some kind of price to pay, and she expected it would not be money. Would she really be willing to pay?
Ten minutes later, Peter stood in Theo’s office. He smiled down at Deborah, his gray eyes shining with barely controlled lust. As she explained her plan, Peter’s smile grew bigger.
Finally when Deborah finished, Peter asked, “And this young lady is 22?”
Deborah quickly nodded, “Yes. Blake told me so, and then I checked online as well. There are some benefits to working for an internet security company. I’ve learned how to get through some of the toughest firewalls out there, and Indiana’s DMV system is not among them.” She then handed over a copy of Marcy’s driver’s license.
Peter looked at it and slowly nodded, “She is cute. 5’1? Quite the spinner. Mrs. Campbell, I would love to help her, as long as you can help me.”
Here it comes, Deborah thought to herself. Out loud she said, “How can I do that?”
“Thursday night, I am set to perform on the main stage. The problem is, my partners have had to cancel. What I am suggesting is that you and your husband stand in for them.”
Deborah fought back a gasp and whispered, “Perform?”
Peter sank to his knees, putting his head level to hers, “Oh yes, you and Mr. Campbell would perform with me. You are beautiful, sensuous, and would fill the audience with lust. It would be perfect, and I would be forever in your debt.”
Deborah swallowed and asked, “What would we have to do?”
“Let your passion out,” Peter answered, “that is all. I would not ask you or your husband to do anything you two weren’t comfortable with.”
“But it would involve having sex with you in front of an audience, right?” Deborah said.
Peter nodded his head, “Most definitely. And it would mean not holding anything back. Mr. Jameson told you I watched you making love to Mr. Butler and your husband. I saw you get close to losing control, but you pulled back at the last second. I would want you to break that last barrier. Will you do that for me, so I can help you?”
“I need to talk to my husband,” Deborah said, “but I know his answer will be yes. What time would you need us here?”
On the way home, Deborah kept thinking about how she would pose the question to Bob:
“We’ve been invited to the main stage, honey!”
“You like to share, right? Well, you get to share with a whole room of strangers!”
“Remember that TV show, Three’s Company?”
By the time she pulled into the driveway, Deborah still wasn’t sure how to ask Bob. When she walked into the kitchen and saw him stirring chopped chicken in a pan on the stove, she decided to just go for it.
“Where’s Alex?” Deborah asked after kissing Bob on the lips.
“Up in his room, reading,” Bob answered, “How was your visit to The Blue Room. Is Peter agreeable to the plan?”
Deborah snuggled into her husband’s back and wrapped her arms around his waist, “Yes, but he does have a condition. And it’s pretty steep.”
“I figured it would be. Let me guess, he wants to have sex with you, right?” Bob asked. Deborah could feel his body tense a little, but not enough to make her worried.
“Yes, he wants that, but there is more. He wants you in bed with us, too,” she said.
Bob laughed, “He’s a cheeky bastard, isn’t he. I’m sensing that isn’t all, though.”
Deborah squeezed, “You’re right. He doesn’t want us in a room. He wants us on the main stage, in front of the whole audience.”
Bob spun around in Deborah’s arms, “And what did you say?”
She couldn’t read the expression on her husband’s face, so she simply said, “I told him I needed to ask you before we accepted.”
Bob saw the nervousness on his wife’s face, and asked, “Do you want to do this?”
“I don’t know Bob. Over the last month, I’ve done so many things that I never thought I would say yes to. Now this young man wants me to let him make love to me while a room full of strangers watches. The Deborah of June would have never said yes, but the Deborah of now? She can’t help but be excited at the idea. But I don’t want to do it without you or your blessing.”
Bob stared in his wife’s eyes. He saw the young woman he first met in college, the woman he married, the mother of his child, and something else. That fourth person had tousled hair, fiery eyes, and lips parted in passion. That woman wanted to taste everything life had to offer, and Bob could not bear to deny her the smallest of pleasures.
“Debs, I want nothing more then to make you happy, and give you everything you desire. If you want this, I am right there with you,” Bob said, lightly kissing her lips.
A tear fell from Deborah’s left eye, “Oh Bob, thank you! I promise to make it up to you.”
“There’s no need,” Bob said, “as long as I am with you and you come home with me.”
Finding a babysitter for Alex almost destroyed the whole evening and plan. Bob’s parents could not make it, and neither could Ruth. Deborah called a neighborhood gir
l, and got into some serious negotiations with the child. It took raising the girl’s normal rate and a free pizza, but Deborah finally closed the deal.
“That whole Babysitter’s Club thing is going to cause parents all across the country to go broke,” Deborah grumbled to Bob as they got dressed for the club.
“Either that,” Bob said as he put on a tie, “or put an end to the ’date night’ concept.”
Deborah couldn’t help but smile, “Is that what we’re calling this? Date night?”
Bob laughed at the joke, “Yeah, well. It was your idea. So I guess this is your date.”
Their light spirits kept up through the drive to The Blue Room, but dropped like rocks with one look at the parking lot. Despite getting there thirty minutes early, there wasn’t a single space available. Bob drove to the front of the building, and a young man walked to the driver’s side of the car.
“Quite a crowd tonight,” Bob said as he rolled down the window.
“Sir, I can find a space for you,” said the valet, “Can I get your name please?”
“Sure it is Bob Campbell.”
The valet’s eyes shut up, “Oh, you’re Mr. Campbell? In that case, we have a special place for your car.”
Confused, Bob got out of the car, as a separate valet helped Deborah out. He asked, “Special place?”
The valet nodded, “Yes sir. We save a couple spots for the performers, since they are entertaining everyone else. As you can see from the parking lot, there is a lot of interest in your performance tonight.”
Deborah overheard the conversation and asked, “Why? What do people think is going to happen?”
“Mrs. Campbell, I can’t speak for everyone,” the second valet said, “but I would imagine it has a lot to do with you, if you will pardon me for saying. And it also has to do with Peter. He’s a very special performer.”
Deborah could only stand there as the one valet drove off in her husband’s car. Bob took her hand and squeezed it, turning he towards the door.
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