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The blonde moaned seductively as she got closer. She took a deep breath and held it as she reached her peak. Her brow furrowed with delicious tension and then relaxed as she slowly exhaled her satisfaction. The redhead’s freckled face was pink from her ragged breathing. Her sharp gasp when the moment arrived turned into a giggle as she grinned sweetly.The two brunettes were antonyms. The first was verbal with every sexual obscenity until she almost screamed when she climaxed. The other was silent, her lips pursed, her eyes intense until they briefly rolled back in her head before she sighed and took on a peaceful glow.There were four similarly diverse clips of men reaching orgasm. To open the safe, they would need to correctly identify who was whose partner. Brad was sure he could tell, so Janet allowed him to try his luck—unsuccessfully—before systematically trying the twenty-four possible pairings of men and women.Having failed to unlock it, she was reviewing her work when her husband suggested, “What if two of them are gay?”“Good point,” she agreed. “That makes more possibilities. If there is a gay couple, there must also be lesbians.”She let him suggest which candidates to try first. Although he did get the male pair right, she still had to cycle through the other possible combinations until, with a musical fanfare, the safe door popped open.Inside was a recipe for Banana Cream Pie.Obtaining the recipe from the safe was the first objective in the x-rated escape room they were doing for their annual New Year’s Eve tradition. For fourteen years, they had been celebrating their love by climaxing together at the stroke of midnight. Although it had started as a simple happenstance, it had grown to become an occasion and even an adventure.Earlier this year, when they had done a normal mystery escape room, they had discovered this sex-themed version designed for couples at that location. Offering to pay substantially more than the usual rate—in cash—convinced the owner to have an employee open it for them on New Year’s Eve.It had the admittedly silly and contrived premise that they were to retrieve a secret recipe from a safe and escape without being caught. To avoid detection by the alarm sensors, they both needed to stay sexually excited until they finished.They escort kocaeli wore electronics that monitored their heart rate, blood pressure, temperature, and skin conductivity. The colors ran from red—failure—through orange and yellow to green—turned on. Blue and purple show sexual exertion and it would gleam white at orgasm.Maintaining their arousal was made more difficult by their chastity suits. At the start, they stripped naked, which gave them the opportunity to stimulate themselves into the blue range. But then each had to don a plastic pear-shaped bubble. There was a large hole at the bottom to allow them to get inside and three smaller holes at the top enabled their heads and arms to protrude. They looked like Tweedledee and Tweedledum.The bulky suits precluded any stimulation, self or mutual. Even attempts to kiss were impeded by their sumo wrestler shapes.To ensure that they didn’t remove the suits or otherwise cheat, there were surveillance cameras. Their privacy was guaranteed because the cameras did not record or display what they observed to anyone. Instead, computers analyzed the images internally and only raised the alarm if something improper was detected.Excited both by their anticipation and their preliminary love-making, they entered the room full of puzzles to solve. The riddles had sexual topics, which helped keep them in the green. Easier preliminary questions led to more difficult ones.In addition to obtaining the recipe, opening the safe allowed them to watch the full clips of the four couplings they had identified. Janet had to pull Brad away, saying, “We don’t have time for that.”Searching for clues or puzzles, Brad found a sheet of paper.“At the orgy, four men—Gil, Hal, Ira, and Joe—want to have sex with four women—Kat, Lin, Meg, and Nia. The men have different cock sizes (below average, average, above average, and huge) and the women want to do it in different positions (missionary, cowgirl, doggy, and sixty-nine).” Brad sounded confused as he read the paper. “Who has the average cock, who does he fuck, and how? Is this a joke? How the fuck should I know?” he laughed.“No, it’s a puzzle,” grinned Janet, picking up a pencil and drawing a grid on the pad of paper. “Read me the clues.”“Gil has sex doggy style,” he slowly read the list kocaeli anal yapan escort as Janet made marks on the grid. “Both Ira and Lin’s partner do not have above-average cocks. Nia does it missionary but not with Joe. The two men who do missionary and cowgirl have neither the smallest nor the largest cocks.”He shook his head as he watched her work, hoping she could make sense of the clues.“Finally,” he editorialized, “Poor Ira has the smallest cock, and is not Kat’s partner, so bad for him but better for her I guess.”He set the sheet down next to her so she could confirm what he read and review them as she added Xs and Os to her grid. Without her, he would have been reduced to random guesses of the hundreds of possible combinations. As he watched her work, the device on his wrist chirped; the indicator had turned orange; hers was still yellow.“Uh-oh,” he warned, “I’m in trouble. Better hurry.”“Don’t rush me or I’ll make a mistake and we’ll get a penalty. Why don’t you picture these couples going at it, or whatever you want? Since when is it hard to get you hard?” she smirked. “I’m almost done, but want to check to be sure it’s correct.”Solving the orgy puzzle would finally allow Janet to get out of her chastity suit.“Okay, here goes,” she said as she used the pad to enter their answer. “Joe has an average cock and fucks Lin cowgirl.”When the musical sting indicated it was the correct answer, Brad cheered even more than his wife did. She was relieved to be out of the contraption, but as she ran her hands over her naked skin, her husband’s still sequestered genitals responded to the sight.Spending a few moments to play with her breasts and pussy moved her indicator back into the green. She offered her fingers to him to sniff and taste, which also got him into the safe zone.“Okay, let’s get back to work. The clock is ticking,” Janet said, retrieving her fingers. Looking for the next puzzle, she found some strange words.“Suck my feet? Suck my itchy feet? Suck my ass, my cooch? What in the world is this?” she grumbled.“Oh, I know what that is. It’s a message we have to decipher,” laughed Brad. Where his wife excelled at math and logic, he was better with words. What it actually said was:SUCK M’Y FEET, M’Y ICHX izmit yabancı escort FEET. ANO SUCK M’Y AZT M’Y ACOOCH. — YZC SCQO“We have to figure out which letter substitutes for which. With that apostrophe between two letters, it shouldn’t be too hard. I’ll bet the M is for I and the Y is for M and those words are ‘I’m’. Let me see what else makes sense.” He set to work and shortly had the answer:When I’m good, I’m very good. But when I’m bad I’m better. — Mae WestMore word puzzles followed. As he worked harder, his cock inside his plastic prison unfortunately was getting softer, requiring Janet to tease him to keep his excitement level up, which slowed his progress. What turned out to be the last puzzle for him to get out of chastity was a word ladder, where he had to get from PENIS to PUSSY changing one letter at a time.“I wish I could help,” his wife bemoaned, “but my brain doesn’t work that way.”He was well into the orange as he worked from both ends toward the middle.“I’ll suck your cock as soon as you take off that plastic,” she promised, licking her lips sensuously. Although it moved him into yellow, he had to shake his head to get back to the words.Finally, he had a solution, explaining it to her so she could check that he hadn’t made an error.“PENIS, PENDS, MENDS, MINDS, MINTS, MISTS, MISTY, MUSTY, MUSHY, PUSHY, PUSSY!” he exclaimed, as he pressed the submit button. The tone indicated he was right and could remove his chastity suit.Janet helped him out of the bulky encumbrance and gave him a hug. True to her word, she sank to her knees and helped resuscitate his organ. It wasn’t long before her slurping and sucking had him going from green to blue. When she withdrew from him he noticed a flicker out of the corner of his eye.“Wait, dear,” he interrupted. “Would you take me in your mouth again?”“Alright, but not for too long,” she chuckled, not suspecting his true motive. “We don’t know how much more we need to do in the remaining time.”“How about that!” he exclaimed as she swallowed him again. “Turn this way a little,” he said, moving around her while gently keeping her mouth on his cock. “See that?” He pointed to a small screen near the exit door that had been blank earlier. Now it had the number 223.Stepping back, as soon as he was no longer between her lips, the digits disappeared. He helped her to her feet and sat on the floor in front of her, grabbing her hips and mashing his mouth against her crotch.“Now it says 212,” she reported; it wasn’t easy to see from his position. “I guess the cameras can tell when we’re having sex!”

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