Her Secret Envelope (Book Four)

by Amanda Martinez

  Deborah stared at her friend for a moment, “I’m sorry Ruth, but have you gone mental? You want me to fuck him anyway, knowing that it will come out?”

  Ruth kissed her friend on the cheek, “Yes, because chances are good he’ll lie about it anyway. So you might as well get a thrill out of it.”

  “That is the most twisted logic I have heard all week,” Deborah said, “and what about Bob? I can’t just start screwing neighborhood kids without talking to him first!”

  “Glad to hear that,” Bob said as he walked into the room, “I hoped I could be part of this conversation.”

  Ruth jumped off the bed and hugged Bob, “C’mon Bob, let your wife have another plaything. You’re getting too old for sex now anyway. You are way past your prime!”

  “Oh really?!” Bob laughed. He grabbed Ruth around the waist and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him. Together they tumbled onto the bed, with Bob on top, almost squashing Deborah. Bob tickled Ruth, making her squeal with laughter. She squeezed her legs, trying to get Bob to stop, but he relentlessly attacked her most ticklish spots.

  “Bob…please…stop…I’m gonna pee!” Ruth said through gales of laughter.

  “Only if you take it back!” Bob demanded as he increased his tickle attack.

  Ruth screeched and then said, “Okay, I take it back. You’re not too old or past your prime!”

  Bob stopped right away and then kissed Ruth on the cheek, “Thank you.” He then noticed his position, “Mmmmm I like being between your legs, Ruth.”

  She smiled and ground her crotch into his, “I know. I can feel it, but your wife may get a little jealous if we start screwing and don’t include her.

  Deborah spoke up, “No, I like watching you two together, but Alex is home, and that could get a little awkward.”

  Bob have Ruth a lingering kiss on the lips and then rolled over to his wife and kissed her even deeper, “Good point, Debs. I love you. So how did it go with Theo?”

  Deborah ran through the entire conversation, including the long line of Peeping Toms outside their room Friday night. To Deborah’s surprise, neither Ruth or Bob were shocked that so many people stopped to watch them make love.

  “Of course they stopped,” Ruth said, “Deborah, you have only gotten more beautiful and sexy over the years. I’ve never understood why you don’t see it.”

  Bob agreed, “That’s why I can’t get enough of you. So what does this mean about the white envelope. Are you sure it is Blake?”

  Deborah sighed, “As sure as I can be. There is only one way to find out for sure. And that is to leave the envelope in the window. But what do I do after that? As I already said, having sex with him could only lead to trouble.”

  Bob kissed his wife again, lingering on her lips for several minutes. The kiss lasted so long that Ruth poked them both in the ribs. Bob finally let Deborah’s lips go and apologized, “Sorry, got lost in the moment. What I was going to say was, you don’t have to have sex with him. You can put the envelope in the window and when he arrives, just talk to him. Explain why it isn’t a good idea, and ask why he isn’t going after girls his own age.”

  Deborah pulled Bob’s face to hers and kissed him again, “That’s perfect. I knew I married you for a reason, Bob.”

  Ruth reached over and grabbed Bob’s cock, “I thought this was the reason you married him?”

  Deborah looked down, “No, that’s why I stayed married to him!”

  Chapter 4

  With her mind made up, Deborah breezed through the rest of the week. Wednesday night, she put the white envelope in the window with a little tape. The next morning, she found a single red rose on the hood of her car. Friday morning, she found a dozen more at her front door.

  This kid is going to overdose on romanticism, Deborah thought as she put the flowers in a vase.

  That night, she and Bob discussed the plan.

  “I’ll take Alex to the bowling alley at 9:30, and we should be gone for a few hours. Try to let him down easily, okay Debs?” Bob said as they cuddled in bed.

  “And what if I decide to jump his bones?” Deborah teased as her hand snaked into his crotch.

  Bob groaned as she squeezed his cock, “Then you better tell me all the gory details afterward. Plus, you may have to figure out a way to make it up to me.”

  Deborah giggled as she disappeared under the sheets, “How about I give you a head start now?”

  When the alarm went off at eight in the morning, Deborah was already awake, lying in bed, going over what she planned to say to Blake. Her mind continued to play out different scenarios as she showered. Her mother’s voice made a strange noise in her head as Deborah shaved her legs all the way up to her thighs. She dismissed it, thinking to herself that she still didn’t plan on doing anything with the boy. Those thoughts followed her down to the kitchen as she made breakfast for Bob and Alex. Deborah didn’t eat anything, instead she stuck with juice. She told herself she wasn’t hungry. When her husband and son left for the bowling alley, Deborah gave them both a kiss and sat down on the couch. For thirty minutes she ran through the conversation she planned to have with Blake. When the grandfather clock in the hallway announced ten o’clock, Deborah almost jumped off the couch. When Blake knocked on the door, she did.

  Deborah briskly walked to the door and opened it. On the other side, Blake stood with another bouquet of roses and the biggest grin she had ever seen.

  “Blake Davenport. I thought it might be you,” Deborah said, trying to keep her voice as cold as possible, “please come in so we can Talk.”

  Blake did not seem to catch the way Deborah emphasized the word, talk. He almost skipped inside the foray, and then turned around to hand the flowers to her.

  “Here you go, Mrs. Campbell. I picked them out for you,” Blake said. Deborah took the flowers and lightly tossed them onto a nearby coffee table.

  “Thanks to you Blake, I am overflowing with roses this week. Please have a seat on the couch.”

  Blake sat down, his eyes stayed focused on Deborah as she chose the easy chair across the room. She had picked out the clothes she was wearing with a very specific goal. Her baggy gray sweatshirt hid her breasts perfectly and her Capri pants did not hug her curves in the least. She even did her light brown hair up in a Mom-ish fashion. Still, Deborah noticed that Blake’s green eyes were filled with lust. Time to dash this boy’s hopes.

  She started with a barrage of questions, “So you think you can love me just as much as my husband? The man I swore to cherish for the rest of my life? What, do you want me to leave him for you? Where will we live? Your parents’ garage?”

  Blake sat back at the onslaught, “No, I mean, Yes…and uh no, no.”

  “Well which is it, Blake? You made all of these claims in your little white envelope, and now you don’t seem so sure. I have a son and a life. I can’t just throw all of this away on a boy who can’t make up his mind!” Deborah exclaimed.

  Blake looked like she had hit him with a 2x4 full of nails. Deborah watched as tears welled up in the boy’s eyes, and she instantly knew she had pushed too far.

  Blake hung his head, “I know it’s foolish that a woman like you would want a boy like me, but I had to try something. You are so pretty and you’re always so nice to me. When I saw you in your bedroom window the other night, making love to Mr. Campbell, it almost seemed like you wanted me to see you. That you wanted to share yourself with me. I know that is stupid, but I’m desperate.” He stood up and began to leave, but Deborah ran over to stop him.

  “I’m sorry, Blake, but I had to do that. You had the wrong impression of me. I am sorry if I hurt you, but you must know that we can not have a relationship. I am married, for one, and I am much too old for you. If we were to do something, I might even go to jail,” Deborah said, hoping to make Blake smile.

  Instead, Blake said, “No you wouldn’t. I’m 18, but I understand what you’re saying.”

  “Good,” Deborah said, “let me ask a question then. Y
ou are a nice looking young man, smart, and obviously romantic. Why don’t you ask out a girl your own age?”

  Blake hung his head again, “I can’t. None of the girls at my school will even look at me after what happened in Chemistry last year.”

  Deborah wasn’t sure she wanted to know, but she asked, “What happened?”

  “I had just started dating this girl named Kayla, and she was my lab partner. We had fooled around a little on a couple of dates, but nothing serious. But then in Chemistry, we were watching a film, and she reached over and started stroking my…um…uh..”

  Deborah said, “Your penis? If you’re going to have an adult relationship, you have to learn to be comfortable saying the words, Blake.”

  Blake nodded, “You’re right, Mrs. Campbell, sorry. She started stroking my penis. I got hard real quick and within seconds I came in my pants. It surprised Kayla, and she yelled out, ’Did you just come?!’ And the whole room started laughing, even my chemistry teacher. Mrs. Jones flipped on the lights, and everyone stared at me. She told me to stand up, and I refused. She told me again, threatening to give me an infraction, if I didn’t. So I stood up, and everyone saw the big wet stain in my pants, which started the laughter all over again. Mrs. Jones told me to go clean myself up, and by the time I got back from the restroom, the whole school was calling me Quick Draw.”

  Deborah felt horrible for Blake. She remembered how cruel teenagers could be to each other. Blake looked completely defeated. Deborah wanted to help him, but wasn’t sure what to say.

  “Blake, that sounds horrible, but I would bet most men your age have similar stories. You’ll get more control of it as you gain more experience,” Deborah said.

  Blake raised his head and looked into Deborah’s eyes, “But I’m never going to get that experience, thanks to my new nickname. I may have to wait until college next year.”

  “Maybe you can learn control on your own? How often do you masturbate?” Deborah asked.

  Color flooded Blake’s face, “I, uh, I mean, I don’t do…”

  “Don’t lie, Blake. Remember, we are having an adult conversation. Everyone masturbates. Just tell me how much,” Deborah admonished him.

  “Sorry,” Blake said, “I masturbate once in the morning and once at night, both to videos on the internet.”

  Deborah nodded, “Okay. That is normal for a person of your age. What I suggest is that you work on prolonging your sessions. When you are about to get close, stop looking at the video, but keep stroking. Think about anything else, as long as it isn’t sexual. You understand?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Blake said, “but I get excited even when I’m in a room with a pretty woman, and I can’t get my di-, I mean my penis to behave.”

  “Blake, you can say dick, or cock, or prick. We’re adults here. As for getting excited, do you have an erection now?”

  Blake nodded his head sheepishly. Deborah had expected as much, but was still surprised. She thought for a moment, and then came to a decision.

  “Let me see it,” Deborah said, looking pointedly at Blake’s crotch.

  Blake blinked, “I’m sorry, what?”

  Deborah locked eyes with the boy, “I want to see your erection, Blake. Drop your pants. Now.” Her authoritative tone triggered something in the boy, and his hands quickly moved to his belt and then the button and zipper of his pants. Within seconds, Blake’s pants were on the ground, but he still had on a pair of plaid blue and green boxers.

  “I don’t have x-ray vision, Blake. Drop the boxers, too.” Deborah said. Her mother’s voice was screaming at her to stop and think what she was doing. Deborah ignored it with pride as Blake slid his boxers down his legs. “Take off your shirt, Blake,” she ordered the boy, and he complied. The sight was amazing. Blake’s cock was a wonder. Easily eight inches long and three inches thick, it stood at attention right against Blake’s flat stomach. Deborah stared for a solid minute in silence, and then looked at the Blake’s face.

  “You have a wonderful cock, Blake. If I touched it, what do you think would happen?” Deborah asked.

  “I wouldn’t last a second, Mrs. Campbell. Even the thought has me on the edge,” Blake answered.

  Deborah could see he was speaking the truth. Pre-come was almost pouring out of the head, “Okay then. I won’t touch it. But I want you to grab it at the base and point it straight out.”

  Blake did as he was told, and Deborah knew there was no turning back. She needed a taste. Without warning, she got down on her knees and took the head of Blake’s cock into her mouth. Deborah sucked the head for less than ten seconds before Blake was shooting his come into her mouth.

  “Unnngh! Oohhh! Ahhh!” Blake grunted as he jerked violently over and over. When he finally stopped, Deborah swallowed, got back on her feet, and whipped her sweatshirt off. Her bra, pants, and panties quickly followed.

  “Okay, Blake, now we are both naked. I’ve temporarily emptied your cock. What is your favorite sport?” Deborah asked as she sat back down in the easy chair. She made sure that he could see every bit of her.”

  “I’m sorry, what? What just happened?” Blake said, completely confused.

  Deborah motioned for him to sit, “I am trying to desensitize you to the sight of the naked form. We are going to have a normal conversation, naked. So what is your favorite sport?”

  Blake blinked a few times, shrugged, and said, “Baseball.”

  “Okay, why? What do you like about it?” Deborah asked. For the next fifty minutes, she let Blake ramble on about baseball. She watched as his cock would inflate every time his gaze dipped to her breasts or her pussy, but then as she asked another question, getting him to stop focusing on her nudity, it would droop. When the grandfather clock announced eleven o’clock, Deborah stopped him.

  “Blake, look down at yourself.”

  He did, and his cock was fairly relaxed, practically flaccid.

  “What do you think would happen if I touched you?” Deborah asked.

  “I would begin to harden,” Blake said, “but I don’t think I would explode.”

  Deborah got up and said, “Let’s see.” She knelt between Blake’s knees, grabbed his cock with her right hand and his balls with her left. He did begin to harden, but slowly. Deborah worked on him for ten minutes, and when she sensed his impending orgasm, she firmly squeezed his balls.

  “Nnngh!” Blake groaned, “That hurts!”

  Deborah smiled, “Yep, but you don’t want to come now, do you?” He shook his head, and Deborah released his balls. She then took the head of Blake’s cock in her mouth and sucked on it for two minutes solid. She once again squeezed Blake’s testicles when he got close.

  “Remember that pain, Blake, everything you are about to come. Flash back to that pain.,” Deborah said and then went back to sucking on him.

  “Yes, Mrs. Campbell,” Blake said. Within minutes, Blake was close again, so he imagined the pain of having his balls squeezed. To his amazement, it worked. After another ten minutes, Deborah took her mouth off of Blake and smiled with pride.

  “See, you just need to practice to build up your endurance. Soon, you won’t have to imagine the pain. You can instead just detach from the pleasure for a moment,” Deborah said. She then looked down at the rock hard cock in front of her, “For now, though, we need to give your guy here a little relief. Let yourself go.” She then began sucking on Blake’s cock with renewed vigor. She went down as far as she could, and then sucked her way back up. After almost an hour and a half of stimulation, Blake found he couldn’t hold back anymore. His dick erupted and filled Deborah’s throat with come. She drank it all down and then finally released him. She sat on the couch next to Blake and patted his thigh.

  “You have an amazing cock, Blake, and should be proud of it. Now we need to work on a way to get you back on the dating scene,” Deborah said.

  “What do you suggest, Mrs. Campbell? Or should I call you Deborah?” Blake asked.

  “Let’s stick with Mrs. Campbell for th
e moment. That way some lines are still drawn. As for getting you a date. I have an idea,” Deborah said.

  “What is it? I’ll do anything,” Blake said.

  Deborah smiled and ran her fingers down her body, “I’ll need two things from you. First, your promise to do exactly what I say, when I say it.”

  “Yes, Ma’am. You’ve got it!”

  “Good. And second, I need a pink envelope and card.”