“MMMMmmmphhhhhhh! Yes!” Deborah moaned. She struggled to keep her voice down because Alex’s room was only twenty feet away. Her attempts at quiet did not diminish her orgasm, though, and it spread throughout her body. When the last wave washed away, Deborah sat up and eyed Bob’s cock hungrily. “Bring that here! I want to feed it, and feast on it at the same time.”
“Your wish, blah, blah, blah,” Bob said as he stood and lined up the head of his iron hard cock with Deborah’s pussy. He felt like thrusting wildly into his wife as he stood in front of her, but went for a slow insertion instead. Bob placed her ankles on his shoulders, and enjoyed the feeling of her pussy squeezing his dick. He moved slowly in and out of her, letting his cock caress each of Deborah’s wetness.
“You feel so big and strong inside me,” Deborah said, “I want to feel more of your power, Bob. Give it to me…please!”
In answer, Bob picked up the speed of his thrusts. Deborah groaned at the increased friction, so Bob put his hands on the back of her knees and pushed so they moved closer to Deborah’s chest. This caused her to slide a little away from the edge and Bob, so he pulled out and got on the bed next to her.
“Put your hands on the headboard, Debs,” Bob said as he got back into position and shoved his cock inside her again. Deborah did as she was told and grinned as her husband took control. He was not a forceful man by nature, but she like it when it did surface from time to time. Bob’s normal loving strokes were now replaced with an animal need, and Deborah’s body responded to every push and shove. She could feel that Bob was nearing his own orgasm, and couldn’t wait to feel him explode inside her. The realization spurred her towards another orgasm, and they both came at the same time.
“Uuunnnghhhhhh!” Bob groaned as his body froze mid-climax. Deborah imagined she could the veins of her husband’s cock expand and contract inside her. She cherished the connection they shared, and she hated the idea that he would soon pull out, breaking it. Deborah moved so that her knees were no longer around her knees, and instead grasped Bob’s sides. She encouraged him to collapse on top of her, so she could feel enveloped by his body heat.
“Debs, you are incredible,” Bob said, his lips moving up and down her neck and left ear. His cock was slowly shrinking, but it was still buried in her pussy.
“Oh, no, Bob. That was all you. Your love takes me to places where my imagination just shakes its head in bewilderment. Thank you,” Deborah whispered back.
Their bodies stayed entwined for a few more minutes and then Bob eased off of his wife and he rested on his back. Deborah got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. When she got back in bed, Bob was lightly snoring. Deborah put her head on his chest and explored his body with her right hand. She ran a finger along his shrunken penis, feeling the mixture of their fluids that coated him. Her mind wandered back to her impending meeting with Theo and the mysterious, ‘thing’ that she apparently needed to see.
“Fine, I’ll see what you want me to see, Theo,” Deborah said to herself, “but I am pretty sure the only thing I really need to see is how much I am loved by my husband. And I see that very clearly.”
Chapter 3
That Sunday started much like any other in the Campbell household. Deborah got out of bed, walked downstairs to the kitchen and started a breakfast of bacon, eggs, hash browns, and coffee for her and Bob. She set out a bowl of Fruit Loops, along with a glass of orange juice for Alex. Bob came down fifteen minutes later, carrying and tickling Alex. The boy couldn’t stop laughing or squirming in his father’s grasp. As they reached the kitchen, Bob tried to set Alex down on his head in a chair.
“No Dad, not on my head. That’s not how I sit!” Alex said.
Bob picked the boy up, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah!”
Deborah interjected, “What was that, Alex?”
“I mean, yes,” Alex corrected himself, “Yes, I am sure.”
Bob set him down in the chair on his behind, “Is that better?”
“Yes, Dad. Thank you,” Alex said, smiling at his parents. Bob walked over to Deborah and kissed her.
“Smells good, where’s the steak?” Bob asked as he tried to take some hash browns out of the pan. Deborah swatted his hand away with the spatula.
“No steak for breakfast. We don’t live in Texas,” Deborah said, “and you’re no cowboy.”
They ate their breakfast and talked about the week ahead. Alex told them about what he was doing in pre-school and quickly transitioned to the cartoons he and Kevin had watched the night before.
When breakfast ended, they all got ready for church and left the house. During the sermon, Deborah decided to look around the congregation for the same signs she saw at the barber shop the day before. To her surprise, it didn’t take her long to find more people staring at her, and then quickly moving their gaze away. Instead of using her hand to find out if something had come undone, Deborah looked down. Her modest white blouse’s buttons were firmly in place. There were no alluring gaps or see-through features. It hugged her breasts, but not in an obscene way. Her navy blue skirt flowed past her knees, and did not have a slit that would show any excessive thigh. When she stood up, it did conform to the roundness of her hips and butt, but then flared out. Deborah didn’t understand what about her drew so much attention. She wore makeup, but nothing more than a little lipstick and a light touch of color on her cheeks.
Maybe that is what Theo is going to show you, her mother’s voice said in her head, how you are drawing all of these people to you, so you can then put a stop to it.
Deborah thought that might be the case, but she wasn’t so sure she wanted to put a stop to it. She liked the attention she was getting. At times, it felt like a drug and every lustful look she received fed her addiction. Those thoughts followed her home, and kept circling in her mind as she changed clothes for her meeting with Theo. Without thinking about it, Deborah picked out a pair of jeans she had bought specifically for a trip to a country western bar that Bob’s boss had taken them to. She matched it with a lightweight burgundy sweater, with a tight tank top underneath. Deborah wanted to look good, but not like she was trying.
Bob met her downstairs in the kitchen and he gave her a kiss, “Now, don’t get too angry with Theo. I’m sure he had nothing to do with it.”
Deborah nodded, “I know, but I want to make sure that if someone did put the envelope in my coat, that they are treated severely. We don’t want any more craziness in our lives, now do we?”
“I don’t know,” Bob said as he shrugged his shoulders, “I’m kinda getting used to the craziness.”
Deborah gave him a light smack on the shoulder, picked up the white envelope, and walked out of the house. Ten minutes later, she was cruising along on Interstate 70, heading towards the city and The Blue Room. When she arrived, Deborah went up the stairs and tried to open the door, but found it locked. She knocked, and almost immediately Theo opened the door.
“Good Afternoon, Deborah. Please come in. I hope you’ve had a wonderful day so far?” Theo leaned in to kiss her cheek, and she returned the greeting.
“So far so good. And yourself?”
Theo nodded, “Quite good, quite good. And I have a feeling it is about to get much better. I love a good mystery, and your white envelope smells like a great one.”
Deborah took the envelope out of her purse and handed it to Theo. He took a quick glance at Deborah’s name on the envelope, then lifted it to his nose for a sniff, “Well, we aren’t talking about expensive ink, I can tell you that for sure. Do you mind if I open the card as we sit in my office?”
Deborah said, “Not at all,” and followed the older man down the hall and to the right. Theo opened the door and Deborah walked through, taking a seat in front of a large oak desk. Theo closed the door and sat down behind the desk. He took out the card, opened it, and read through the brief message.
“Deborah, congratulations, you have a very romantic secret admirer. From the handwriting, I would
say he is about 6’2, hunches over the page too much when he writes, and is not very confident in his day to day life. Let us compare this writing to Peter’s application, shall we?” Theo brought out a piece of paper from a desk drawer. Deborah got out of her seat and walked to the other side of the desk. The paper turned out to be Peter’s application. Right away, Deborah knew the two handwritings were from two different people. Theo quickly confirmed it.
“As you can see, Peter’s handwriting slopes in the opposite direction as the writer of your secret admirer. That is because you’re young man is left handed, while Peter is right handed,” Theo said, “Also notice how much thicker each of Peter’s strokes with the pen is, when compared to your friend. This shows Peter has a confidence that your letter-writer does not possess.”
Debbie couldn’t help but agree, “Well, thank you Theo, you seem to have been right. I am sorry to have alarmed you. I should have known that a young man working here would not risk his job for the likes of little ol’ me.” She moved to get out of her chair, but Theo stopped her.
“Deborah, you could not be more wrong. You are just the kind of woman that could cause big problems for the staff here,” Theo said, motioning her to sit back down, “That brings us to what I really wanted to show you. Please turn your seat around so you can look at the big screen television behind you.”
Deborah did as he asked, and the television came to life. An image of a hallway dominated the screen, and it was obviously paused. Deborah didn’t recognize the hallway at first, but when Theo unfroze the video, she watched herself, Bob, and Sam walk down the hall, open the door with its circle cutout window, and enter a room just a few feet from the room. Theo then paused the video again.
“This is obviously from Friday night,” he said. “We do not put cameras in the rooms, but the hallway is riddled with them for safety precautions.”
He then unfroze the video again, and Deborah watched as several other couples, threesomes, and moresomes walked down the hall. Each group paused at the door to Deborah’s room to look in. Deborah had known about the small window, but hadn’t thought much about it at the time. But as each group stopped and spent more and more time looking at the activities inside her room, Deborah became more and more shocked. Several of the women who looked in the window would reach back to their men, and start stroking his cock through his pants. Not to be undone, the men would squeeze their date’s breasts. While not all of the couples would start groping each other, almost every group would eventually leave the door at a run, as if they had used Deborah, Bob, and Sam as a form of foreplay. This went on for an entire hour, which Theo fast forwarded through. There was then a long pause when no one came by, and Deborah turned to Theo to tell him she understood, but he stopped her.
“Wait, here they come,” he said softly. True to his word, two men walked down the hall. They were obviously workers at The Blue Room, and as they approached each door, they would look in, When they got to Deborah’s door, she could see it was Peter and another young man. Peter let the other boy look in the window, and after about a minute, tapped him on the shoulder. The other boy finally moved, but signaled to Peter that he should look as well. Peter did, and Deborah could almost see his eyes go wide. The other boy eventually tapped Peter on the shoulder, but instead of moving away from the window, Peter’s right hand fell to his companion’s crotch and lightly squeezed several times. Then, as Deborah watched them, and the boys watched her threesome, Peter unzipped the other boy’s fly and pulled out his cock. Peter’s face never left the window, but his hand brought his friend’s cock to attention in seconds. The boy didn’t try to fend Peter off, letting him struck his cock in the middle of the hallway. After five minutes, Peter finally turned away from the window and walked down the hall, still with a firm grasp of the other man’s cock. He almost had to run to keep Peter from dragging him down the hallway by his dick.
Once they walked out of the camera shot, Theo turned off the television, and Deborah turned around. Peter’s display of pure passion had her breathing hard.
“Okay, so I get it,” Deborah said, “Peter is gay. He wasn’t attracted to me. He was checking out my husband and Sam.”
Theo shook his head, “No, you don’t get it, Deborah. Peter isn’t gay. Several of men and women of his generation have eschewed sexual labels. If Peter finds someone attractive, he will make a play for that person. I have no doubt he would bed you in a heartbeat if given half the chance. But, he is an aggressor. He would never write an anonymous letter for you. Instead, Peter would come to me and ask for permission to break protocol and ask you to let him join you and your husband in your room. Which is exactly what he did last night.”
Surprise filled Deborah. Surprise that the young man was so forward and sure of himself, and surprise at how excited she was at the concept. For a moment, she wondered how Bob would take the request. He had never exhibited any desire to explore a sexual relationship with another man, but he had not hesitated to let other men join them in bed. It was a discussion they could have at another time.
“I don’t know if Bob and I are ready for that just yet, but I am flattered by the request,” Deborah said. “It would appear I still have a mystery to solve. Theo, thank you for your time.” She stood up and walked to the door, but Theo’s voice stopped her.
“Deborah, if I could offer a word of advice?”
She turned to him, with an eyebrow raised.
Theo continued, “You really need to take a close look at yourself. Over the last few weeks, your love life has taken some phenomenal twists and turns. I believe it has made you happier than even you know. Your happiness and your natural beauty are drawing more people to you. So be prepared for more invitations like the ones from Peter and your secret admirer. The only way to stop those invitations is to close yourself off again, and I’m pretty sure you don’t want to do that.”
Deborah smiled at the older man, “You are right of course, but this is still all so new to me. I need a little time to think. Thanks, again.”
All the way home, that smile stayed on her lips. True, her mind was still moving a hundred miles per minute, trying to decide what to do about her secret admirer, but she had decided to take it as compliment. She hadn’t made a decision by the time she reached home, but her worries dissipated as she recognized Ruth’s Mercedes in her driveway.
Ruth will know what to do, Deborah thought to herself, or at least make me laugh about the situation.
Deborah found Ruth playing catch with Alex in the backyard. Both were giggling as they pretended to dive for the ball each time it was thrown to them. When Alex saw his mother, he automatically threw the ball at her.
“Catch it, Mommy!” Alex yelled. Deborah reached for it with her left hand and caught it easily, much to the disappointment of her son and Ruth.
“You’re supposed to dive for it, Debbie!” Ruth said as she walked to her friend and gave her a hug.
Deborah looked down at the patio she was standing on and said, “I don’t dive on concrete, sorry,” she turned to Alex, “Honey, I need to talk to Ruth for a little bit, okay?”
“Sure Mommy, can I go watch television?”
Deborah shook her head, “Why don’t you color in your room, instead.”
“Okay.”
Ruth followed Deborah upstairs, and flopped down on the bed while her friend put her purse on the nightstand and then took off her shoes. When Deborah got on the bed, Ruth cuddled up against her and they both enjoyed the closeness. Ruth tried to be patient and wait for Deborah to tell her what was on her mind, but it got too difficult for her Type A personality.
“Ok, Debbie, what’s going on?” Ruth said, pinching her friend’s tiny stomach.
Deborah slightly flinched, “I got another envelope Friday.”
Ruth sat up as fast as lightning, “Another envelope? Why didn’t you tell me Friday?”
“Because I didn’t realize it until we got home from The Blue Room,” Deborah said. She rolled over on the bed, du
g into her purse, and pulled out the white envelope. She passed it to Ruth to read.
Ruth raced through it and whistled, “Your status as Queen MILF is now solidified. You may need to add another color to that organizational chart you have downstairs. Maybe orange for conquests or something?”
Deborah swatted Ruth, “This isn’t funny, Ruth! What am I going to do? This is getting out of hand!”
“Relax, girl,” Ruth said. She dropped back on the bed and pulled Deborah to her in a hug, “Could this have come from someone at The Blue Room?”
“No, that’s where I just came from. Theo didn’t recognize the handwriting. I have an idea, but it is almost too scary,” Deborah said.
“Tell your roomie. What scares you?”
Deborah gulped and then said, “You remember that kid who tripped in the street Friday night? Blake? The one I helped up?”
“Oh yeah, he was kinda yummy,” Ruth said, “so you think it was him? What’s the problem? He’d be a good addition to your growing harem. You already have Bob as the old fart, me as the sexy bi-curious experiment, and Mark as the young stud. Blake could be the stud in training.”
Deborah rolled over and hid her face in the pillow and screamed. The sound shocked Ruth, but she recognized it as a stress releaser that Deborah had often used during their college years. She eventually rolled over and said, “Ruth, I don’t want a harem, especially not one with a kid from my own neighborhood. Can you imagine what would happen if it got out? You know it would get out, because no teenager can keep his mouth shut about things like this.”
Ruth nodded and stroked Deborah’s hair and then bent down to kiss her forehead, “Debbie, you are right. So the best thing to do is fuck him anyway.”
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