“Excellent question,” Theo said as he sat down at one of the tables and gestured Bob and Deborah to do the same, “The Blue Room’s staff is very well compensated, and they all sign a non-disclosure contract that would make a Supreme Court justice sweat.” He snapped his fingers, and a young man appeared from a side door, caring a tray with two drinks. Dressed in a waiter’s tux, Deborah noticed the man had jet black hair, a deep tan, and broad shoulders. He placed a glass of chardonnay in front of Deborah and smiled, turned towards Bob to give him a glass and bottle of his favorite beer.
“Someone has been doing some research,” Bob said as he poured the beer into the glass, “so besides our favorite adult beverages, what else do you know?”
Theo nodded, “We only know what we need to know to make you feel uncomfortable and what attracted us to you in the first place. The Red Envelope adventure first caught my attention, and then I put out feelers to determine your character. I know you deeply love each other, and that you trust each other enough to share your love with others. I know that you have reached a point in your relationship where you want to try something daring. I have no doubt that The Blue Room can offer it to you, and that The Blue Room would benefit from having you as members.”
Deborah took a sip of her wine and then asked, “Okay, then let me ask a few vital questions. What assurances will we have that everyone here is safe, both psychologically and physically? What are the chances the police will show up and take us all to jail? And what does all of this cost?”
“All excellent questions,” Theo said, “Every member has to be examined by a doctor and psychologist The Blue Room keeps on retainer. It is a day long process and very extensive.”
“So we can’t just go to our own doctor?” Bob asked.
“No sir, Our doctor is very specialized and only looks for symptoms and illnesses that will concern the other members of The Blue room,” Theo answered, “As for your other two questions, they are connected. There is no concern about the police because membership to The Blue Room is free. No money is ever exchanged between members and the staff. That way, we cannot be accused of selling sex or providing our members with sex for a fee.”
Bob and Deborah looked at each other in disbelief, “So how to do you keep this place running?” Deborah asked.
“The Blue Room was created through a trust from a benefactor who prefers to remain nameless. When you sign the non-disclosure our benefactor will also sign. It is just as strong as the contract the staff signs, but it protects you and our benefactor.”
Bob asked, “How long has The Blue Room been open? And how many members are there?”
“Just about thirty years,” Theo said, “and we like to keep the membership to about thirty people. That way we have plenty of variety, but not so much that someone will feel lost. Over the last two decades, we have learned that most members stay for an average of five years. Some stay longer, while others don‘t stay very long at all, due to lifestyle and love life changes. It helps to keep everything fresh. The non-disclosure agreement lasts a lifetime, though.”
Deborah eyed Theo, “And how long have you been a member, Theo?”
“I have been here from the start, but I rarely involve myself with the nightly activities. I have become more of a voyeur over the years,” Theo answered.
Bob and Deborah looked at each other as they sipped their drinks. Bob then asked, “Can we have a moment to talk alone?”
“Of course. Just knock on the table when you are ready for me to return. But before I go, let me tell you a little bit more about the building. I told you that there were more bedrooms upstairs. There is also a billiard table and a library. In the basement there is--”
“A dungeon?” Bob interrupted.
Theo gave him a condescending smile, “No, no dungeon. But there is an exercise room, as well as a steam room and unisex shower room. No sexual activity is allowed down there, but several members use the area as a warm up.”
He then left Bob and Deborah alone so they could talk. Deborah had nothing to say at first, her head was swimming with all the information Theo had given them, and all the implications that came with that information. Finally she asked her husband, “Well? What do you think?”
Bob finished his beer with a gulp, “Debs, I have no idea. This is so far out of my comfort zone, I feel like I am on a different planet. If you want to join, I’m right there with you. If you don’t want to join, I am more than happy with our sex life.”
“So the decision is all on me?” Deborah asked.
“You got it! That’s what happens when you’re the boss of the relationship.” Bob said with a goofy smile.
Deborah couldn’t help but laugh at her husband, and it helped to relieve some tension, “Okay, fine. If I’m the boss, then I say we try it out. If either one of us dislikes it, we stop right away.”
Bob agreed, “I like your reasoning. Should we bring Theo back?”
“Go for it,” Deborah said. Bob wrapped his knuckles on the table, sending their lives down a strange new path.
Chapter 4
The medical and psychological exams had been thorough, but relatively painless. Bob and Deborah were given clean bills of health and were cleared within a week to join The Blue Room. Mark and Ruth had also decided to join, and their exams had the same result. Theo had explained that it was custom for new couples to attend on a Friday, so Deborah arranged for Alex to spend that night with his friend Kevin. Once he left, Deborah stared at the clock, which read 8pm.
Two hours. In two hours, you will become the main course at a sex party. Are you ready for this, Deborah? Her mother’s voice asked.
“I think so,” Deborah muttered to herself.
Just then the door to the garage opened and Ruth walked in. She was wearing a tight, short black dress with thousands of tiny iridescent tassels. The dress showcased Ruth’s exquisite figure and long legs.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” Ruth said, pointing at Deborah’s sweatpants and t-shirt.
“No, Miss Thing. I just sent Alex off to Kevin’s house. Couldn’t exactly wear a cocktail dress to do that.” Deborah said.
“Then get upstairs and get ready,” Ruth said, giving her the shoo gesture.
Deborah shooed her back, “I have time. Where’s Mark?”
In answer, the door opened again, and Mark walked in, wearing a nice gray suit. His tie had iridescent features, and nicely matched Ruth’s dress.
“Don’t you look handsome!” Deborah said, “Why don’t you dress that well when you come to work?”
Mark messed with his tie, “Well, this is my ‘get some’ suit. I don’t normally try to get some at work.”
Deborah laughed and gave him a kiss. She then turned to Ruth and did the same thing. Ruth’s hands slipped around her friend’s waist, and the kiss deepened, taking Deborah’s breath away. She finally broke away.
“Okay, that was an amazing warm up, Ruth. Have I told you how much I love kissing you?” Deborah asked as she walked out of the room.
“No,” Ruth said, “but your husband did.” Laughter chased Deborah up the stairs, where she found Bob finishing up in the bathroom.
“The two love birds are here, and dressed to kill,” Deborah said.
Bob nodded, “Well once they see your dress, they will probably try to kill anyone who tries to get near you.”
“You’re sweet,” Deborah said, slipping out of her clothes and into the shower. Bob stood in the bathroom, taking in the sight of his naked wife. His eyes followed the curves of her hips, the tiny swell of her stomach, and the impressive roundness of her breasts.
How can you really consider sharing her with others? A voice yelled in his mind. She is going to find someone better and throw you away.
Bob recognized the voice as his father, a perpetually grumpy man who always expected the worst. Bob had worked his whole life to shake off the old man’s negative thoughts, and did so now, Debs loves me, and I love her. We are doing this together, and it
will be okay.
When Deborah came down the stairs, Bob, Mark, and Ruth were sitting in the living room, talking. All eyes turned as she hit the last step, and Ruth let out a whistle. Deborah’s dress was a skintight halter top, made of blue leather, and had a zipper that swirled around her body, starting at the left side of the top and stopping at the hemline five inches above her knees in the back.
“Deborah, you and that dress are smoking hot,” Mark said, “I expect the fire alarm to go off any moment.”
“It better not! I worked too hard on my hair,” Ruth said, “but he is right Debbie. You look incredible. Anyone else want to stay in and play?”
Bob chuckled, “I want to stay in and kick all of you out so I can play with my wife, but she wants to go out, so we’re going.”
Mark and Bob helped Ruth and Deborah with their coats and they all walked outside. As they waited for Bob to pull his car out of the garage, Deborah noticed someone running towards the house. She quickly realized it was Blake, a teenager who had helped Bob with some gutter work the previous Spring. Deborah waved to him as he ran by, and the boy tripped as he tried to return the wave.
“Oh my gosh,” Deborah said, running over to the boy, “Blake are you okay?” She grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
“Yes, just feeling like a fool,” Blake said as he started running again, “I’m not normally this clumsy. Are you going out Mrs. Campbell?”
Deborah nodded trying to hide her blush, “Just for a late dinner. Have a good run.” The boy waved again, but didn’t fall this time. Deborah walked back to the car and got in.
“Did you push Blake down?” Bob asked.
“No, he fell. Odd kid,” Deborah said.
As they walked into The Blue Room, the women checked their coats with the same young man who served them on their tour. His smile made Deborah blush and think, He knows why we’re here. I wonder what he thinks of us.
Thirty minutes later, Deborah had stopped worrying about the young man’s judgment, and was in the middle of a great conversation. The evening’s introductions had already passed and everyone had greeted her, Bob, Ruth, and Mark warmly. Now the foursome were talking with another couple, Sam and Shana Butler. Although the couple was about ten years older, they all shared common interests.
“So how tough was the decision to join, Deborah?” Sam asked.
Deborah said, “We debated it for a while, but in the end, we all decided that it sounded like an adventure too good to pass up. And Theo did a great job of insuring that our privacy would be secure.”
Shana spoke up, “You can count on it. To misquote a phrase, what happens in The Blue Room, never leaves The Blue Room.”
Ruth cut in, “Not to seem eager, but when does something actually happen in The Blue Room? I’ve been revving so long I think my engine is about to overheat.”
As everyone laughed, Mark squeezed Ruth, “We can go to our bedroom anytime you like. Remember, us new couples received our own rooms.”
“Can I offer a suggestion? Why don‘t I join Ruth and Mark in their room, and Sam can join Deborah and Mark. Kinda show you both the ropes.” Shana asked.
Ruth examined the other woman with hungry eyes. Shana stood about 5’3, with platinum blond hair, large blue eyes, and measurements that would break an hourglass, “Sure. That sounds great, but no ropes. I like to move around.”
Shana returned Ruth’s hungry look, “Good, because I plan on making you squirm.”
Mark stood up and offered his hands to the ladies. The smile on his face reminded Deborah of Alex when he would get a present he had wanted, but never expected he would actually get..
“There goes a very happy young man,” Sam said.
Deborah said, “Yeah, but I have a feeling he is going to be a spectator for most of the evening.”
Sam turned to Deborah, “And what do you want to be tonight, Deborah? Do you want to watch the show that is about to start, or do you want to retire to a room? There’s no pressure, here.”
Bob squeezed her hand, “He’s right Debs. We don’t have to do anything.”
“You both are very sweet,” Deborah said, “and I appreciate your concern. I have to say that I like having the attention of two men, so why don’t we go to a room and see what develops.”
Sam and Bob stood up at the same time and both offered their hands. As they walked upstairs to their room, Bob said, “Sam, I think you are a great guy, but just so we’re clear, I am not into men.”
“Good to know, Bob, and that is fine with me,” Sam said, “I am right there with you.”
Deborah entered the room first, and once again she was amazed at the décor and cleanliness. She kept tripping on her preconceived notions, despite the warm and friendly atmosphere at The Blue Room.
Bob took off his coat as soon as the door closed, “I’m sorry, but I was getting warm in that thing.”
“No need to apologize,” Sam said, and he also took off his coat. Deborah took a good look at the older man, and liked what she saw. Sam had about three inches on Bob when it came to height, and his shoulders and chest were a little wider as well. Deborah wasn’t sure, but she thought Sam had a little more belly than Bob as well. She decided to find out for herself.
“Okay, we came here for an adventure, and I plan on taking the lead,” Deborah said. She first gave her husband a kiss that would curl the toes on a statue of the Pope. As their tongues danced, Deborah’s fingers undid the buttons of Bob’s shirt. “Are you okay with this?” Deborah asked.
“I love you, Debs,” Bob said, “and I trust you.” He kissed her again and then turned her towards Sam.
“Are you ready for this?” Deborah asked him.
Sam jokingly took a gulp, and all three laughed, “After watching that kiss, I gotta say I’m a little nervous.”
Deborah put her arms up over Sam’s shoulders, “I’ll go easy on you at first.” She then gave him a light peck on the lips, then followed with several more, each one intensifying in strength and duration. Deborah’s fingers did their job on Sam’s buttons, and then she moved her hands to his bare flesh. His stomach was a little round, but she could still feel his abdominal muscled just under the surface. When they broke apart, Sam and Deborah were panting.
“Now I’m the one who is a little hot,” Deborah said. She looked up into Sam’s eyes and saw pure lust, “Can you help me with my dress, Sam? The zipper sometimes gets stuck.”
As Deborah held on to the sides of the dress, Sam took the metal tongue in his fingers and slowly moved it down the track. When it moved behind Deborah’s back, Bob took over for the rest of the journey. Deborah then let go, and the two pieces of the dress fell to the floor. Both men drooled at Deborah’s naked figure.
“Oh, Debs, you are so beautiful,” Bob said. His hands traced her spine and then caressed her ass.
Sam agreed, “Bob, you are one lucky man to have Deborah in your life, and a saint for letting me join in your fun.”
Deborah poked Sam in the chest with a finger, “He’s not letting you. I am. Remember that I am in control here, and we will all have a good time. Is that understood?”
Both men snapped to attention, “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good,” Deborah said with a smile, “then get undressed. I’m getting on the bed so I can watch.”
As Bob and Sam disrobed, Deborah couldn’t help but compare to the two men. It turned out that Sam was bigger than Bob in every way, except when it came to his cock’s girth, which was about the same as Bob’s.
“So Deb’s how would you like us to start?” Bob asked as he walked to one side of the bed, and Sam took the other side.
“Why don’t you both get on your knees on the bed, so I can feel you?” Deborah said. When they did as she asked, Deborah took a dick in each hand and enjoyed how they grew in her grasp. Within seconds, both men were as hard as rebar. “You both feel amazing. I love running my hands over you. Why don’t you decide what happens next?”
Bob looked at Sam, who said to Deb
orah, “I would love to kiss up your legs until I could taste your pussy.”
Deborah let go off his dick so he could do just that. Bob moved next to his wife on the bed and kissed her neck and shoulders, while his right hand massaged her breasts. Sam made his journey from Deborah’s legs to her cunt a quick but enjoyable one. By the time his tongue teased her inner lips, Deborah was drenched with pleasure. Deborah knew it wouldn’t be long before the combined attention of Bob and Sam would push her over the edge.
As Bob sucked on Deborah’s nipples, making them stand at attention, he noticed her breathing speed up, “She’s almost there, Sam, keep it up.”
Sam increased the pressure of his tongue on Deborah’s clitoris, and then inserted a second finger to her pussy. All of it combined to make Deborah grunt in pleasure as her orgasm hit. Neither man let up, turning the small orgasm into a string of them. Wave after wave of pleasure caused Deborah to jerk uncontrollably on the bed. At one point, she almost threw Sam off the bed. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she pushed Sam’s head away from her pussy.
“You two almost killed me with climaxes,” Deborah said as she got to her knees, “but now it’s my turn. Sam, lie down. I want a taste of your cock. Bob, you know what to do.” As Sam got into position, Deborah put her head in his crotch and ran her tongue up and down his dick. As she did this, Deborah presented her ass to her husband, who slowing entered his wife. The feeling of being full made Deborah moan, and she tried to transfer her pleasure to Sam with her mouth.
“God, yes! Deborah, you have an amazing mouth,” Sam said. As Bob increased his strokes into Deborah, she did the same on Sam. They kept at it for five minutes, and then Sam warned he was getting close.
Deborah let his cock slip out of her mouth, “Good, then lets switch, because I have to know how you feel inside me.” Bob pulled out of his wife and then got down on the bed. Deborah turned around and stuck her ass up in the air, while her mouth went to her favorite target, Bob’s cock. All three went at it with no reservations. While Sam didn’t fill her like Bob or Mark did, he was able to reach spots they couldn’t. Deborah marveled at the power behind each one of Sam’s thrusts. His power inspired Deborah to put more energy into Bob’s blow job. After another ten minutes, Deborah could feel that both men were ready to climax, and she was sure the combination would once again send her over the moon. When it finally happened, all three yelled out in unison. After their orgasms faded away, Deborah collapsed to the left of Bob, and Sam fell down on the other side of her.
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