“It will be okay, Debs,” Bob said, “whatever is planned, I will be right there with you, making sure you feel nothing but pleasure.”
Deborah gave her husband a weak smile and returned his hand squeeze. They walked up the steps, and the door opened before them. Theo stood in the doorway.
“There they are! Mr. and Mrs. Campbell. I am so glad to see you this evening,” he said as he ushered the couple inside. “As you probably noticed, we have a full house tonight. It would appear that watching you and Peter perform has inspired a great deal of excitement.”
Deborah didn’t trust her voice, so she only smiled and nodded at the older man. Theo walked them down the main hall, past the double doors that lead into the theater. Bob looked in, and could only see dozens of people standing around. The men all wore expensive, tailored suits, while the women were draped in elaborate dresses that showed more than they covered. One other thing caught Bob’s attention.
“Theo, I was under the impression that we would be performing on the stage, but there seem to be people sitting on the stage,” he said.
“You have a keen eye, Mr. Campbell. Yes, you are performing tonight, but not on the normal stage. For special occasions that draw a great deal of attention, we utilize a different stage. Peter will show it to you shortly,” Theo promised. He then pressed an odd spot on the wall, and a hidden door opened in front of them. “Please go on in. Peter is waiting for you. He will complete your preparations and explain what is about to happen.”
Deborah and Bob walked into the narrow hallway and then entered what appeared to be a makeup room. Peter sat on one stool, wearing a black robe. A young woman was teasing his hair, making it stand up. They both turned and smiled as Deborah and Bob walked in.
“It’s great to see you, Mrs. Campbell, Mr. Campbell,” Peter said.
Bob chuckled, “Considering what we’re about to do, Peter, why don’t you call us Bob and Deborah.”
Peter was about to agree, but Deborah cut in, “No, don’t call me Deborah. That doesn’t feel right.”
Peter raised an eyebrow, “Then what would you like me to call you?”
“Dee. Call me Dee. That is who will be performing with you tonight,” Deborah said.
“And what should I call you?” Bob asked. This was something new to him, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it.
Deborah turned to her husband and kissed him, “I will always be your Debs.”
Peter clapped his hands and two more young women appeared, “Since that is now decided, these two ladies will get you ready for the stage. Is it okay if a woman attends you, Dee?”
“Sure. Won’t be the first time,” Deborah said, letting the young woman take her into a different dressing area. Deborah noticed there was a shower in the room and a black robe exactly like the one Peter wore.
“My name is Teresa,” the tall, black woman said, “and I will help you get undressed and prepared for this evening’s activities. How warm do you like your shower?”
Deborah smiled up at the woman, “Very warm, just this side of scalding.”
Teresa nodded, “A woman after my own taste.” She moved to the shower, turned on the water, and then faced Deborah, “May I?”
Deborah spun around, and Teresa eased the zipper down its long track. She lowered it to the ground and Deborah stepped out. Besides her shoes, it was the only clothing she wore to The Blue Room.
“You are beautiful, Mrs. Campbell. Your husband and Peter are very lucky,” Teresa said. She knelt at Deborah’s feet and helped her out of her high heels.
“Please call me Dee.”
Teresa stood back up, “My pleasure, Dee. Your shower is ready. Would you like me to join you?”
Deborah looked in the taller woman’s eyes and saw her desire, “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”
It took Teresa three seconds to strip. Deborah’s desire increased as her eyes feasted on the other woman’s beauty. Her small breasts were topped with chocolate nipples begging to be sucked. Her lean body showed signs of musculature that begged to be touched and admired. Teresa took Deborah’s hand and they both walked into the water. The heat from the water awakened every pore of Deborah’s skin, and then Teresa’s touch made it sing. Her hands caressed every inch, every crevice, and every fold. Deborah couldn’t help but return Teresa’s touch. Soon both women were sighing and moaning at the combined massages. Deborah could feel an orgasm building as Teresa’s fingers lightly played with her clitoris, but then Teresa slowed and stopped.
“I want to bring you to climax, Dee, but we can’t waste it before the performance,” Teresa said. She stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped Deborah in it.
“It wouldn’t be a waste,” Deborah said in mild protest, “I have plenty to give.”
Teresa kissed Deborah on the cheek, “I have no doubt, but still, I have orders. Perhaps some other time.”
For the next ten minutes, Teresa tested different make up on Deborah, until settling on a light cover up. “You don’t really need it, but I have to justify my job somehow,” she said. Teresa then went to work on Deborah’s hair, making it mirror Peter’s teased high look. Deborah gazed into the mirror, and could not see the mother of Alex in it or the wife of Bob. Dee stared back at her, and Deborah liked the look.
Teresa and Deborah walked out of the small room and found Peter and Bob talking. Both men stopped as soon as they saw Deborah.
“Debs, you look unbelievably hot. The bed is going to catch fire once you get on it,” Bob said.
Peter nodded, “I agree with Bob, Dee. The audience is going to melt into a puddle of lust.”
Deborah blushed a little at their kind words. She kissed Bob, who looked tanner than when they got into The Blue Room.
“Are you covered in bronzer, Bob?” Deborah asked.
Bob said, “Yep, Veronica made sure to apply it evenly.”
“And I’m guessing, everywhere?”
“She was very, uh, umm, thorough, yes,” Bob said, blushing a little himself. Veronica, an Asian woman with gravity defying breasts, gave Deborah a thumbs up.
“I hope she left enough bullets in the gun,” Deborah teased.
Bob puffed out his chest, “For you, Debs, I have plenty of ammunition.”
A low bell rang once, sending Teresa and Veronica to their charges, looking for last second touches. A minute later the bell rang twice more, and the young women pulled off Bob and Deborah’s robes, leaving them naked. Deborah noticed that Bob’s dick was already semi-hard, lifting only slightly from his now hairless crotch.
“Oh, that’s new, Bob,” Deborah said, “how does it feel?”
Bob smirked at his wife, “You’ll find out soon enough, I think.”
That raised a question in Deborah’s mind and she turned to Peter with it on her lips. She stopped though, as soon as she saw the young man naked. Her eyes traveled up and down Peter’s body, and could not believe its level of perfection. His chest was chiseled from granite, his abs from steel, and his arms were wrapped with ropes of muscle. One glance below the waist showed Peter never skipped leg day, and that he would never feel inadequate in the gym shower room. Even though it was barely excited, his cock was roughly the same length as Bob’s, but three times its girth.
“Yes, Dee?” Peter asked, obviously used to the stares his body inspired.
Deborah forced her voice to work, “Just wondering exactly what we will be doing.”
Peter smiled, “All you need to do is enjoy yourself, Dee. Bob and I will handle everything else. When the third bell sounds, please lie down on the bed, grab the headboard with your hands, and try to hold on as long as possible. Then spread your legs, pointing your toes to the far corners of the footboard.”
Deborah looked around the room, “Where are the stairs to the stage?”
“That’s right, you didn’t hear. We’re not using the normal stage,” Peter said, walking to a dark corner of the room, “The bed is right here.”
Almost as if listening
to Peter, the third bell rang. Deborah quickly walked to the spot Peter pointed to, and found the bed in the dark. She carefully got down on it, and did as he instructed. There were no pillows or blankets on the bed, but the bottom sheet was the softest one Deborah had experienced. The mattress itself found the perfect balance between soft and firm.
Just like Peter and Bob’s cocks, Deborah thought to herself with a giggle. She stretched out, opening her legs wide, aiming her toes at the corners that she had no hope in touching. Bob and Peter stood on opposite sides of the bed, both smiling down at her.
“I love you, Debs,” Bob whispered to her, his eyes filled with devotion.
“I want you, Dee,” Peter said. His eyes filled with lust.
A fourth bell rang, and Deborah was shocked as the ceiling above her opened and light shone down.
“Ladies and gentleman, thank you for attending The Blue Room’s Thursday Exhibition,” said a deep baritone voice, “Tonight, we are honored to witness the coupling of Peter, Bob, and Dee. We at The Blue Room hope you enjoy their passion, and that it inspires your own.”
Then the platform the bed rested on began to rise. As it reached the theater level, Bob and Peter prowled around the bed. Both men looked down at her, making it evident that she was the rightful center of attention. Deborah could not help but give her new surroundings a look, and it stunned her. A red velvet rope encircled the bed, keeping the audience back, but there were still people within a foot of her. The Blue Room workers had erected stadium seating around the center of the room, and every seat was full. All those eyes were sapping away Deborah’s confidence.
Peter could see what was happening, and knew exactly how to fix it. He had even planned for it. He nodded to Bob, and they both jumped on to the bed. Bob forcibly kissed his wife’s lips, breaking the paralyzing hold the audience’s attention had over Deborah. At the same time, Peter latched his lips onto her upper left thigh, sucking and kissing her delicious skin.
The combination broke the nervous spell, and Deborah truly embraced the persona of Dee with a loud moan. She almost let go of the headboard, but Bob was right there to keep her hands in place.
“Nuh uh Dee, keep your hands where I can see them. No touching, only feeling for you right now,” Bob said as he moved his mouth from her lips down her neck, licking and sucking on every inch. Deborah noticed right away that Bob had called her Dee, and she liked it.
She also liked that Peter was moving up and down her thighs in ever-lengthening strokes. In a matter of minutes, he was tasting the juices that were running out of her pussy. He snuck a finger just inside her, turned it over, and searched for her G spot.
“MMmmphhh! Peter you’ve found it. How can you be bringing me off so quickly?!” Dee almost yelled.
“Let it happen, Dee. Give me everything you can!” Peter answered. For a moment, Bob stopped to see what the young man was doing to his wife, and jealousy filled his body. Dee’s voice snapped him out of it.
“Bob, please I need your mouth on me! Please suck my nipples and squeeze my tits!” Dee yelled.
Bob did as he was told, capturing her left breast with his mouth and the right one with his hand. He sucked as hard as he could, feeling Dee’s need, and trying to fill it.
On the other part of the bed, Peter could tell Dee was close to coming. He sucked on the older woman’s clitoris while his index finger did it’s magic inside. The combination of his and Bob’s team work finally did the trick, scoring a howl from Dee.
“OOOOOoooowwwwwww!!!!!!!! Yesssssssssssssssssss!” She screamed. The pleasure was everywhere in Dee, every inch and every hair. One wave crashed through her body, and then three more quickly followed. She began to jerk so violently that Peter and Bob were thrown from the bed. When the last wave had passed, Dee quickly sat up in the bed and pointed to the men.
“Okay, now it’s your turns,” Dee said, lust dripping from every word.
Around the bed, the audience erupted in applause. Bob and Peter looked around the room for a second, and then knelt back on the bed. Dee kissed Bob first, attacking his tongue and snaking her hand down to his cock, giving it two long strokes. She pushed him down on the bed, and then turned to Peter. Dee kissed him with a little uncertainty at first, but it dissolved with the second and third kisses. Her hand grabbed his thicker cock and gave it two strokes, as well.
“I will want to taste this later, but right now, it needs to fill a different void,” Dee said, her voice carrying in the silence from the audience. She turned her back to Peter, and placed her head in Bob’s smooth crotch, “I do like how this feels, Bob, but I like the way you feel deep in my throat much more.” Dee then slipped his cock into his mouth and down her throat in an amazing display in gag reflex control. Several people in the audience exclaimed at her sucking ability.
Peter admired the scene before him. Dee’s perfect ass was pointed at him, her back arched just right to accentuate its shape and firmness. “I hate to interrupt this vision with my imperfect manhood,” Peter said to the crowd, “What should I do?”
Someone yelled from the back of the hall, “Drive it home, Peter! It’s what nature demands!” The rest of the audience seemed to agree, erupting in applause.
“It is my great pleasure,” Peter said, and then slowly eased the head of his cock into Dee. The young man was expecting Dee to be a little loose, seeing as she had given birth. She surprised him with her tightness though. He moved back out, leaving just the head inside Dee, and then started a slow rhythm with a circular motion. Every time he went all the way in, the momentum pushed Dee’s mouth down on Bob’s cock.
Dee enjoyed Peter’s relaxed, almost lackadaisical strokes, but she wanted more. As he moved away, she took her mouth off Bob and said, “Quit playing around, Peter! Drive me home!”
Peter grinned and said, “Your demand is my command!” He then picked up the pace and force of his thrusts. Soon, his hips were almost a blur. To match his pace, Dee started squeezing his cock with her kegel muscles. Peter’s eyes bugged out at the sensation.
“How are you doing that, Dee?! You’re pussy is so strong!” Peter yelled, and the crowd cheered in response. Peter dared not stop, but he did not think he would last much longer inside Dee’s velvet vice.
Dee could tell Peter was getting close and she smiled around Bob’s cock. She loved the taste of her husband, but she wanted a sample of Peter before he exploded. Dee pulled her head out of Bob’s crotch and turned her head to Peter.
“Switch! I want a taste of you before you spew,” Dee said and Peter obeyed without question.
“Stand up, Peter,” Dee ordered, and then straddled Bob’s waist, facing his feet so she could ride him in the reverse cowgirl position. Peter stepped closer to Dee, and watched as she tried to swallow his cock. Its girth kept her from moving past the head, but she sucked that for all she was worth. At the same time she moved back and forth against Bob, his dick deep in her pussy at an angle that allowed the head to nudge her G spot over and over again. Dee knew that her husband could last forever in this position, and that it would create a earth shattering orgasm in her. She chased her climax at full speed, while sucking on Peter‘s cock head with all her might. After two minutes of the combined stimulation, both Dee and Peter reached the end.
“Yyyyeessssss!” Peter yelled as he pulled his dick out of Dee’s mouth and pointed it away from the bed, spraying his seed on the floor.
Seeing Peter’s orgasm flipped the last switch in Dee’s mind and she climaxed right after him. If her first orgasm rocked her entire body, this one rocked her entire world. Stars appeared in her eyes, draining all the color from the darkened room. The force of the orgasm made her collapse on Bob’s chest. Dee tried to make a noise, to express how good she felt, but her vocal chords would not respond.
Once again, Bob was the last man standing. He desperately wanted release, but he also wanted Dee to reach one more orgasm. Bob had an idea, but it meant getting really close to a border he never expected to cross.
Fuck it, Bob thought, You only live once.
Out loud he said, “Peter help me get Dee’s legs in front of her and up. Then I want you to start sucking her clit while I fuck her.”
Peter’s right eyebrow raised and he whispered, “Are you sure? You know my tongue and lips will be touching you as well, right?”
“Yeah, but I can handle it, and I want to hear Dee scream, and maybe even squirt,” Bob said.
Peter grinned and did as the older man said. The audience gave a collective ’Oooooohhhhh’ as the two men went to work on Dee in the new combination.
For her part, Dee had just started to recover when Bob and Peter started their new onslaught. She couldn’t believe how much the two men were stimulating her. Peter’s lips were doing an incredible number on her clit, and with Bob’s cock repeated penetration, Dee knew the big one was coming. She hadn’t squirted since before Alex’s birth. It wasn’t that Bob couldn’t make her do it on his own, but she found it embarrassing to clean up after. Now, she didn’t think she could avoid it.
“I’m almost there, boys! Keep going!!” Dee yelled. Bob was glad to hear it, because he was on his last reserves. He kept pounding into his wife with everything he had, and he could feel that Peter was doing the same with his mouth.
Finally, it paid off! Dee’s body violently shook once, twice and then liquid shot out of her pussy as if it came out of a fire hose. When the first spray hit Peter, he moved back to let it wash over him. Dee released two more jets of juice, and then stopped, almost completely drained. Then she realized that Bob had not come yet. She pulled him out of her cunt, and started jacking him off. It only took a few strokes, and Bob erupted with a yell. Dee lowered her head onto his cock and swallowed every drop. She also got a taste of herself, and marveled at the sweet taste.
Peter was the first to get off the bed, and he helped Dee and Bob to their feet. He then turned to the audience, “How about a hand for tonight’s guest performers, Dee and Bob!”
Cheers, applause, and whistles sailed from the audience, as they all stood. Bob and Dee couldn’t stop smiling as the waves of adulation poured over them. The platform the bed stood on gradually descended, until the floor closed above the trio. When the platform stopped moving, Deborah gave Bob a strong hug and then did the same to Peter.
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