Mark smiled, “Yes, Ma’am. Will you at least think about letting me play with your fire in the future.”
Deborah didn’t say anything, but her blushing cheeks answered for her. Once Mark left and turned away from her, Deborah fanned her face. This is getting crazy. He wants me, Bob wants me, and now there is another person professing to want me. What am I going to do? Deborah thought.
Wednesday morning after Alex left for pre-school, Bob hugged his wife from behind and asked, “So, are you going to invite another secret admirer into our life by putting the green envelope in the garage door window?”
Deborah had been agonizing over that decision for the last forty-eight hours, and had come to a decision that morning, “No. I have more than enough love and lust in my life right now. Any more would be like inviting disaster. I don’t need anything more than you, Mr. Campbell.”
Bob kissed her neck, “And I don’t need anything else than you.”
Deborah kept busy at work, doing everything she could to keep her mind off the green envelope and her disappointed secret admirer. When she arrived home that evening, she expected some kind of scene, but she found nothing. No new envelope, no spray painted declaration of love or hatred on the house, not even a splash of pig’s blood. By Thursday evening, Deborah was sure that everything was turning back to normal. That all changed with a phone call from Ruth.
“Hey Debbie, have a favor to ask,” Ruth said, “can you and Bob come out with me and Mark on Friday night?”
Rocked by the idea, Deborah stammered, “Uh, ah, I don’t know if that is such a good idea. Don’t you want time to get to know Mark? Plus, I don’t know if I can get a sitter for Alex so quickly.”
“C’mon, Debbie, please? Since you two know each other, and you know me, I thought it would make the night go better. As for a sitter, use Bob’s mom and dad. You know they are always open to taking Alex.”
It was true. Frank and Mabel Campbell doted on their grandson, and had offered their babysitting services several times.
“Let me ask Bob,” Deborah said, “he may not be up for it.”
Ruth laughed over the phone line, “Don’t give me that crap. Bob will do whatever you ask, we both know it. Please??”
Deborah sighed, “Okay, but no stories about college.”
“I promise, Debbie.”
As they finished dinner, Ruth broke that promise, telling Mark about the time that she had dared Deborah to run from the dorm showers to their room naked. Their room was on a co-ed floor, and there were always a chance that a boy would see her. Still, Deborah had taken the bet. What she didn’t know was Ruth had locked their room. So when Deborah got to the door, unseen, she couldn’t get in.
“Little Debbie just shrank down next to the door, trying her best to cover all her bits and pieces,” Ruth explained, “Before I got there, Prince Charming came by and gave her his shirt.”
Bob smiled, “Thank you Ruth, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me.”
“That was before you killed all those brain cells drinking cheap beer,” Ruth joked, “and speaking of beer, I need to get rid of some.” She stood up and walked off to the bathroom. Mark, Bob, and Deborah sat in silence for a minute, trying to decide how to proceed.
“Well,” Bob said, “this couldn’t feel weirder.”
“Oh, I don’t know, talking with Deborah after last weekend proved pretty strange,” Mark said, “Bob, did she tell you what I said.”
Bob looked at his wife and said, “Yes she did, and I’ll tell you what I told her. If she wants to continue, I am fine with it, as long as I am a part of it.”
Mark nodded, “That sounds good to me. I’m not into guys, but I think we make a pretty good team when it comes to pleasuring Deborah. What do you think, Boss?”
“I think I need more to drink,” Deborah said, “and you two need to shut up. She’s coming back.”
Ruth walked back to the booth and sat down, “What were you three talking about? Was it a good conversation? Did it have to do with the threesome you had last Friday?”
The question made Deborah cough, Bob choke on a piece of ice, and Mark hit his head on the back of the booth.
“What…What are you talking about, Ruth?” Deborah managed to ask. “Us? In a threesome? That’s crazy.”
“I thought so too, when I saw you three at the dining table in your house, Debbie. But when all three of you went up to the bedroom and started your sex gymnastics, I had to believe it.”
Mark cut in, “You were there? Why?”
“After I broke up with Brock, I wanted to talk to my best friend. But then I saw you two,” Ruth said, pointing at Mark and Bob, “loving her, and it triggered something in me. I guess you can call it jealousy.”
Bob’s head perked up at the last word, “I knew it! You sent the green envelope.”
Ruth nodded, “Give the man a prize.”
“Green envelope?” Mark asked.
Deborah was stunned, but then she saw the letter in her mind again, “Ruth, after all these years, why didn‘t you say something?”
“I couldn’t. As the letter said, I thought you could never love me because you love Bob. Then I saw you with Mark, and I figured I had a chance. So I put the green envelope together, but you didn’t respond.”
Deborah stretched out across the table and grabbed Ruth’s hands, “I do love you, Ruth. And I’ve thought about you in a sexual manner since that one night of exploration. But you were the one who backed off.”
Mark turned to Bob with a question, but the older man motioned for silence, so Mark kept it to himself.
“I backed off because I didn’t want to scare you off,” Ruth said, “and then you met Bob, and every other person in your life faded a little.”
Deborah noticed her friend wasn’t meeting her eyes, so she squeezed her hands. Ruth looked up, with tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. Deborah turned to her right, and asked Bob a question with her eyes.
“Whatever you want,” he answered.
Deborah looked back at Ruth and smiled, “Let’s get out of here.”
“Where are we going?” Ruth asked.
“Back to the house,” Deborah said, “to see where we all fit.”
Mark asked, “All of us?”
Deborah turned to Ruth, who bit her bottom lip, looked at Bob and Mark, and said, “Oh yes.”
It’s one thing to agree to have sex with three other people, but it’s a whole other thing to actually do it. The four adults stood in Bob and Deborah’s bedroom, acting as if they were waiting for flu shots. Finally, Deborah took control of the situation.
“C’mere Ruth, let’s see if you remember how to kiss a girl.”
Ruth responded to her friend’s confidence with her own, “You have no idea what you’re about to unleash Little Debbie.” Ruth put her arms around her and kissed her lips with purpose. Soon, Mark and Bob could see both women using their tongues, their bodies squeezing together. The embrace broke the tension in the room, and the men quickly joined in. Bob got behind Deborah and Mark moved behind Ruth. As the two women continued their clutch, the men undid buttons, slid down zippers, and unfastened bras. Deborah eased back to free herself from her clothes, grabbed Ruth’s hand and had her lie down on the bed.
“I want to explore your body, Ruth. I want to touch you everywhere. So just relax and let me enjoy.”
Ruth had no problem with the idea, and cooed as Deborah squeezed her breasts and ran her tongue down the valley between them. Mark’s eyes drank in the scene before him and decided he needed to do something. He stripped in record time and got on the bed next to Ruth. He kissed and caressed Ruth, but also kept an eye on Deborah’s progress.
Bob felt a little self-conscious being the only one still dressed, but he wasn’t sure if he should join in. Ruth opened her eyes and saw him, “C’mon Bob. Time to join the naked club. I want to see if Debbie has been exaggerating all these years.”
Deborah laughed and licked Ruth’s outer l
ips. The combination made Ruth’s eyes close while she groaned. Bob shucked his clothes and went to enjoy his wife.
“Oh, she has been lying,” Ruth said, “you are much bigger than she said, Bob.”
Bob said, “The situation may have something to do with it.”
“Whatever the reason, I am going to need a turn on that,” Ruth said.
“If Debs and Mark say okay,” Bob answered, “I’d be glad to.”
Deborah stopped licking Ruth at that point, “Let’s get this straight right now, then. I say we hold nothing back. We should all enjoy each other to the fullest extent. All I want to hear for the rest of the night is yes. Agreed?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
Bob walked over to the window facing the street and closed the blinds, “Yes.”
Well into the morning, even as the sun slowly rose, they continued to say yes.
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