It was 7:18 when Brenda emerged from the sliding glass doors at the foot of the escalator, her rolling suitcase clattering behind her.

"She could never wait to get off airplanes," Fritz murmured in Sharon's ear, "but this must be a personal record."

Sharon smirked, hummed. Brenda hadn't seen them yet but Sharon made no move to get her attention. Liked the lost, frantic little look on her face as she scanned the terminal. Felt her anticipation growing as she imagined the look on Brenda's face—

That one.

Her eyes went wide as she saw them, a brilliant smile making the corners lift and wrinkle. "There you are," she breathed as she rushed over to them, dropping the handle of her suitcase, letting it crash to the ground as she flung her arms around both of them. "I missed you so much," she murmured, her cold hands clutching at them, around Fritz's neck, around Sharon's waist. Leaned up to give Fritz a kiss, glanced at Sharon, leaned over and quickly kissed her too. "Sorry," she whispered in that thick drawl that made Sharon a little weak, "I couldn't help it."

Fritz chuckled a little. "Hi honey," he said, giving her a little squeeze before leaning down to retrieve her abandoned suitcase. "Car's right outside, flashed my badge but we're still in a no-parking zone so we should probably get going." He winked at Sharon. "Don't tell your friends in PSB."

"We're LAPD officers escorting a candidate for a high-ranking City position, your conduct strikes me as perfectly appropriate," she said meticulously. Fritz chuckled.

"Welcome home, Chief," Sharon murmured, close to Brenda's ear, pleased at her unconscious little shiver. Pleased at the way Brenda laced an arm through hers as they moved into the warm evening light. It should have been more uncomfortable, she thought, after all they'd been through, the months of silence, but all she cared about was the small, warm body pressed against hers, the familiar scent of her shampoo, her skin.

"I missed you so much," Brenda said softly as Fritz put Brenda's suitcase in the trunk. "So much, Sharon."

"Hmm," she hummed, low in her throat, already sensitized to Brenda's fingers drifting clandestinely over the bare skin of her wrist. "I missed you too, Brenda Leigh."

Brenda's eyelids fluttered a little, and Sharon wondered exactly what she'd been thinking about during her long flight. Was fairly certain she could guess.

"Your chariot, ladies," Fritz said, holding the back door open.

"Who gets shotgun?" Brenda asked. "Sharon has longer legs, so she—"

"Just get in here with me," Sharon growled, already sliding into the back seat. She and Fritz had discussed their plans on the way, after Sharon had driven over to the apartment to drop off both her car and her overnight bag.

Brenda gaped for a moment, then grinned, all but dove into the car.

"Should be about an hour with traffic," Fritz announced from the driver's seat. It was late for the commute, but it was Friday, and it was Los Angeles. "Bren, you hungry?"

"Always," Brenda confirmed, though she didn't take her eyes off Sharon.

"Burger sound all right?"

"Heavenly."

Brenda kept her index finger on Sharon's wrist, tracing her veins and ligaments so faintly it almost didn't register. Brenda's light breath and deep black pupils, however, did.

"Couple rules for back there," Fritz called, meeting Sharon's eyes in the rearview mirror, sharing a little smirk. "First, I have to get us home, so don't distract the driver. Second, nothing that'll get anyone booked for public indecency; I doubt that'll look good on anyone's record."

"Yes, Chief," Sharon murmured, winking at him.

"Yes, Chief," Brenda parroted, her eye roll belied by her wide grin as she scooted a little closer to Sharon.

"Seatbelt," Fritz called. Brenda sighed, buckled the center belt.

"All right, Daddy," she teased, though Sharon didn't miss the way Fritz's breath hitched. Felt a little thrill low in her belly.

Fritz got them onto the freeway, choked with traffic but at least crawling along. Brenda pressed herself against Sharon in the back seat, nuzzling at her neck, leaving hot little kisses up and down her throat, her hands wandering across Sharon's lap. "God I missed you. The way you taste. How soft you are. I was such an idiot, Sharon. So stupid and selfish to just run away."

"You're here now," Sharon said, not wanting to get into all of the messy emotions just yet. She lifted Brenda's chin, brought her in for a soft, sweet kiss, not parting her lips, just pressing their mouths together. Brenda whimpered and twisted a little in her seat, clutching Sharon's thigh, weaving a hand into her hair. Sharon felt the tip of Brenda's tongue probing at her lips, let it slide into her mouth, groaned at the slick heat.

She glanced up at Fritz, his hands tight on the steering wheel, his eyes laser-focused on the road, but he was obviously listening.

"You taste so good," Brenda crooned against her mouth, the hand on her thigh wandering up to play at the sliver of bare skin on her chest, toying with her blouse. Sharon shivered at the contact, her hips rocking just slightly. She'd forgotten how easily Brenda's touch made her melt. Well, she supposed as Brenda's nails scraped lightly over her collarbone, she hadn't forgotten, it was just that the memory could never compare.

Sharon didn't reach out for her again, content to let Brenda take the lead on this part of their reunion. Sighed and shifted as Brenda murmured in her ear all the things she'd been thinking about, all the things she wanted to do, to touch, to taste, to see. Felt wetness pooling between her thighs, squirmed her hips to give herself a little relief.

"I know you want it too," Brenda sighed against her neck. "That's the best part."

"Mmm," she murmured as she allowed Brenda's hand to slide between her thighs, running her fingers up the seam of Sharon's trousers. Gasped when Brenda did, when Brenda felt how hot she was already.

"Still want that burger, Bren?" Fritz called, his voice a little strangled.

"Wha—oh, no, Fritzi, that's all right, I imagine you've got something at home, you always were better at keepin' food in the house."

The unspoken word was hurry. Fritz chuckled from the front. "All right, honey. Home it is. About halfway there."

"Good," Sharon murmured, low and breathy. Brenda's chest hitched, her cheeks flushing an even deeper pink.

"God I can't wait to see you," Brenda moaned as she licked the shell of Sharon's ear, gently drew the lobe between her teeth, sucking on it just a little. Sharon gasped, her breath coming out in little pants as Brenda's tongue worked her ear. "Can't wait to touch you all over. Can't wait to make you feel so good."

"What do you want to do, Chief?" Sharon breathed. "Tell me."

Brenda swallowed hard, shivered a little. "I want to undress you," she whispered. "So slowly. I want to kiss every inch of your skin as I find it. I want to touch you all over your body, run my fingers across you until you can't stand it."

Sharon smiled. Brenda's talk with Fritz had obviously been inspirational.

"Then when you're so wet you're dripping, I want to lick you clean, to run my tongue up your thighs, I want to put my tongue inside you, fuck you with my mouth until you scream for me."

Sharon made another low little "hmm" in her throat as Brenda licked at her mouth, her tongue dancing across her teeth, her own tongue, showing Sharon what she wanted, and god, Sharon wanted it too. She could feel the wetness more acutely, she felt hot and liquid and aching.

"And Fritz?" Sharon asked carefully, not wanting to break the spell, but the mention of his name made Brenda surge against her.

"I want him to watch," she said, low and raspy. "I want him to see how I fuck you." She sat up a little. "That all right, Fritzi?" she called, her voice still rough. "Can I fuck Sharon while you watch?"

"That would be, uh, that would be fine," he choked out, and Sharon smirked at the deep red flush creeping up his neck.

"Do you want him to touch himself while he watches?"

Brenda frowned a little, like she hadn't thought about that part, and Sharon let out a little giggle. She adored how serious Brenda could get on a moment's notice, was charmed by how thoughtfully she considered what she wanted, if she wanted to.

"Not at first," she said. "I want him to just watch for a while."

"Good, Fritz?" Sharon called, still smirking.

"Great," he replied, and she could tell it was a struggle to even get the word out.

"He's ready right now," she whispered to Brenda. "Isn't he?"

"Mm-hmm," Brenda murmured. "Good thing we're almost home."

"What do you want him to do about it?"

Brenda grinned wickedly.

"Well I don't know, Captain," she said, her voice smooth, official. "Do you think he should wait?"

"Well, Chief, I am anticipating this evening's events not being over with too quickly," she replied in the same tone. "And I worry Chief Howard's . . . condition could become a liability."

"I'll suck his cock, then," Brenda said matter-of-factly, her bluntness causing Fritz to jerk the wheel a little bit. "As soon as we're inside."

"Jesus, Brenda," Fritz groaned. "What was Rule Number One?"

"We're practically home, Fritzi," she said mildly. "There's the driveway."

"Thank Christ," Fritz muttered, turning in and pulling the SUV to a sudden halt. "Inside," he growled as he threw his door open, making both women shudder a little.

He had already unlocked the door to the apartment and disappeared inside by the time Sharon and Brenda got there, having taken their time exiting the vehicle.

"Fritzi?" Brenda called as she slipped inside. All the lights were off, it wasn't quite dark yet but it was hard to make things out. "Are you in the bedroom?"

There was no answer. Brenda shrugged, tugged at Sharon's hand, spinning her around and pressing her up against the front door. "God," she murmured as she grabbed the back of Sharon's head, pulled her in for a hot kiss, all teeth and tongues and spit. She pushed her body against Sharon's, rocking her hips forward. Sharon groaned into Brenda's mouth, reached around and slid her hands down her back, grasping at her ass, pulling her closer.

"So good, Chief," Sharon murmured as Brenda moaned and pushed against her. She grinned against Brenda's mouth as Fritz appeared behind his wife, tapping her on the shoulder.

"Huh? Oh Fritzi, there you—"

He didn't say anything, just set his hand on Brenda's shoulder and pushed down lightly. She glanced down, gasping when she saw his cock, hard and throbbing, his pants unzipped and pulled down around his thighs. Her eyes widened, she sank to her knees.

"Good girl," Sharon murmured as she looked at Fritz, both their eyes dark and shining. Brenda gasped again, her hips wriggling a little as she settled on the floor. Sharon's hand joined Fritz's, settled lightly on the crown of Brenda's head, stroking at her hair. He moaned as Brenda leaned forward, gave the head of his cock a slow lick, spreading the shiny droplets of precome across his skin.

"Fuck, Brenda," Fritz breathed, his head tilting back for a second. "I missed your mouth so much."

"Mmm," she hummed as she slid her tongue along him, licking and sucking at him, just teasing.

Sharon watched, rapt. She'd always wondered what this would look like, sound like. She knew Fritz's gasps and moans, Brenda's too, but seeing them, hearing them together was making her so aroused she felt her knees start to buckle.

"Yeah," Fritz panted. "Sharon, will you—will you touch her?"

She'd been planning on just watching this, but as soon as Fritz asked she found herself kneeling next to Brenda, grateful for the thick carpet. Let her hand run up and down Brenda's long throat as Brenda took Fritz into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Sharon shivered a little, moved behind Brenda, slid her hands around her back to cup her breasts, relishing in Brenda's startled little shake as she ran her thumbs over her tight nipples. Relished Fritz's harsh huh as Brenda sucked more of him into her mouth, whimpering and squirming as Sharon slid her hands under Brenda's sweater, moving to her back just long enough to release the clasp on her bra before grasping her bare breasts hard, Brenda pulling off Fritz's dick to let out a low moan.

"God, Sharon, yes," she breathed, pressing back against her. Sharon tutted, moving her hands away, Brenda giving a disappointed little whimper.

"Suck," Sharon murmured, low and hot in Brenda's ear. "Finish what you started."

Brenda's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she pulled Fritz's dick back into her mouth, her hand guiding it as she let her movements become wet and sloppy, Fritz groaning above her.

Sharon could tell from the way the tendons stood out on his neck, the way his fingers flexed against Brenda's head, that he was close.

"Come for her, Chief," she whispered. "Come in her mouth."

Brenda groaned again, her hips pushing against Sharon's as she sucked harder, faster, reached down to give his heavy balls a light squeeze.

"Oh fuck," Fritz moaned, his hips starting to jerk. "Just like that, Brenda, yeah, so good, baby, so good to fuck this mouth again, oh fuck—"

He shuddered hard, hips rocking against his wife. She whimpered as he came, sucked with hard little pulses, hand and mouth milking the come out of him.

Sharon watched, breathless, as he jerked and twitched, watched as Brenda whined and writhed. When he pulled out of her mouth, cock shiny with spit and come, Sharon whirled her around, capturing her mouth in a hot, sticky kiss before Brenda could swallow. Brenda made a little noise of surprise, then whimpered and ground her hips against Sharon, who slid one hand back to a breast, squeezing hard, and the other up Brenda's skirt, wasting no time pushing her fingers past her underwear, plunging roughly into Brenda's hot wetness, her tongue lapping against Brenda's, Fritz's come sliding around in their mouths.

Sharon found Brenda's clit instantly, it was hard, swollen, pulsing against her fingers. She was so wet it was almost difficult to stay on the little nub but Sharon circled it intently, Brenda gasping and keening and thrusting wantonly against her.

"Shar—" she stuttered, and then she was coming hard, her clit throbbing as she cried out.

"Fuck," Fritz gasped hoarsely as he watched Sharon make his wife come, little shiny droplets of his semen glistening on both their lips. He stroked himself, shivering as another tiny spurt flew out, landing on Brenda's neck.

"Fritz," Sharon murmured.

"Yeah," he breathed, dazed, and knelt down to lick the drops from his wife's skin.

Brenda barely registered it, offering only a slight, shaky "oh" as he looked into her eyes, swallowing the last bit of himself.

They all sat on the floor for a moment, breathing heavily. Brenda grinned a lazy little grin, laid her head back on Sharon's shoulder, hummed against her neck.

"And you?" she murmured, soft and teasing. "What can we do for the Captain this evening?"

Fritz grinned, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"The Captain would like to get you fed, Chief," she said. "You've had a long day, and you need to keep your strength up."

Brenda giggled. "Not really that long," she said, stretching and wincing a little as Fritz helped her to her feet, then reached out for Sharon. "I was so nervous last night that I stayed up until 4am cleanin' my apartment. Which was also good since it'll help with the time change."

"Very responsible," Sharon smirked, and Brenda blushed like she'd been given a gold star. "Fritz, what can I make for dinner?"

Brenda looked aghast. "You ain't makin' dinner!" she cried. "I mean, you're a guest! I may not remember all my manners, but even I know that."

"Calm down, Emily Post," Fritz said, kissing the top of her head. "Chinese will be here in fifteen minutes."

Brenda's look of distaste dissolved into dreamy delight. "Oh Fritzi," she cooed. "You're the best."

"You go get freshened up, now," he smiled indulgently. "I know how much you hate being on airplanes."

"Germ tubes," Brenda muttered. "I'm gonna go shower," she said, glancing at Sharon, giving her a crooked little grin. "Wanna wash my back?" she lilted, fluttering her eyelids.

"She always seems to need help with that," Fritz said, moving behind Sharon and kissing her neck. "You go on, if you want, I'll get things ready for later."

Brenda's eyes went wide at that, but she didn't say anything.

"Hmmm," Sharon murmured, tilting her head like she was trying to decide.

"Oh come on, Sharon," Brenda whined petulantly, but her eyes were twinkling. "I'd really appreciate the extra hands."

"I'm sure you would, Chief," she grinned. "Lead the way."


Sharon had tortured Brenda—"you're torturin' me, Sharon"—by insisting that their shower be just that, swatting Brenda's hands and thighs away from her body. She did allow them a long, slow kiss, breasts rubbing against each other as the last of the soap swirled down the drain.

"Let's get you dried off," she said briskly, stepping onto the bath mat.

Brenda snickered. "Just gonna get all wet again."

"Honestly," Sharon muttered, rolling her eyes, though she felt a little laugh bubbling up in her chest. She'd prepared herself for some awkwardness, some discomfort, but so far it had all felt so natural, so easy. She supposed when the time came for them all to sit and really talk it might be different, but she felt so light, so happy in that moment, toweling Brenda's lithe body, rubbing her damp hair.

"Your turn," Brenda breathed, and before Sharon could protest, Brenda's mouth was on her nipple, hot and wet.

"Oh god, Chief," she moaned without meaning to. She had a plan, and this wasn't it, but the way Brenda was suckling and nipping at her, breathing soft little growls against her skin, made her lean back against another door, letting Brenda take control. She'd wanted it, of course, had been thinking of very little else, so it wasn't a problem, just . . . a change in the itinerary.

"Been wanting this for so long," Brenda mumbled as she slid her hand along Sharon's slick abdomen, running it down her long leg. Began to kiss down her stomach, licking a hot little circle around her navel, down to the thatch of damp curls between her legs. Wasted no time, despite her earlier murmurings of going slowly and gently, in thrusting her tongue into Sharon's wetness, liquid and heavy and, as Brenda had wanted, dripping down her thigh.

She gasped, nearly cried out as she slammed back against the bathroom door, the thick bathrobe hung there cushioning the blow. She reached down, twisted her fingers in Brenda's hair, pushed Brenda's mouth harder against herself. Brenda moaned eagerly, tongue flicking and rasping over Sharon's clit, down along her folds, making Sharon gasp as Brenda's tongue pushed into her, even hotter and wetter than she was.

"Yes, Chief," Sharon gasped, her vision already getting black around the edges, the warm, tight feeling in her abdomen beginning to shimmer all over her body. "So good, you feel so good, please don't—oh—please don't stop, just like that."

Brenda hummed against her and Sharon jerked and cried out, Brenda thrusting her tongue in harder, faster, suddenly withdrawing and latching onto her clit, sucking it into her mouth, flicking and swirling, reaching up and grasping Sharon's hips as she began to quake and gasp. "Brenda," she hissed, "oh god, Brenda Leigh—" her name turning into a long, high groan, spiraling up until Sharon was panting, gasping, pleading.

Brenda held her as she shuddered, supporting her body. Let her rest, quivering and hot, for a moment, before sliding up, kissing her, Sharon's taste still on her lips.

"I told you I missed you," Brenda whispered wetly in her ear. "I told you I'd been thinkin' about you."

"I know, Chief," Sharon breathed. "I know you have."

They stood there, falling softly into each other, until there was a gentle rap at the bathroom door.

"Dinner's here," Fritz called. "Take your time."

"Ooh!" Brenda said, suddenly bright and alert. "Spring rolls!" She pressed a brief, firm kiss to Sharon's lips. "You're right, honey," she breathed. "I do need to eat somethin' at least a little more substantial."

Sharon rolled her eyes again, grinning as Brenda handed her a towel, pulled the door open, dropped a brief kiss to Fritz's bicep before making a beeline for the kitchen, wrapped only in her own damp towel, hair spilling down in wet little ringlets.

"Good shower?" Fritz drawled, watching Sharon dry herself off gingerly.

"Mmm," she said, handing him her towel, letting her hair down from its clip, standing naked, hands on her hips, before him. "Did you bring my bag in?"

"Uh—" he stuttered. "Yeah, it's on the bed."

"Thank you," she murmured, running her fingertips along his jawline as she brushed past him into the bedroom.

She smiled as she took it in, the blankets neatly tucked at the end of the bed, the extra pillows stacked on the floor in the corner. Three glasses of water lined up on his bedside table next to a carefully folded set of long, thin scarves, a small bottle of lube in front. "Just in case," he murmured, folding his arms around her from behind, nosing behind her ear. "We never seem to need it, though."

"We might tonight," she murmured. "I have some ideas."

"Do you," he breathed against her hair. "I can't wait to hear what they are."

"All good things, Chief," she said, pulling from his grip, digging into her overnight bag for the nightgown she'd tucked inside, the matching soft silk robe.

"Fritzi, Sharon," Brenda shouted from the kitchen. "Come on, it's gettin' cold."

"You didn't tell her we had dinner already?"

"Didn't want to spoil her appetite," he shrugged. "But come on, I'll get you both some wine."

"Fritz," she said, reaching gently for him, her eyes soft. "You don't have to."

"I know," he said, smiling at her. "Pouring for others was never my problem."

"Hmm," she murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth, swatting his backside. "Let me get dressed."

He gave her a crooked little grin a sloppy salute.

"Go kiss your wife, Chief," she chided. "You know she doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Fritz's face lit up as he disappeared through the door. Sharon smiled to herself, still feeling that warm, satiated feeling in her limbs as she slipped the nightgown over her head, belted her robe around her waist. Glanced at the supplies Fritz had laid out on the bedside table, her gaze settling on the bottle of lube. Smirked to herself again, then went out to join Brenda and Fritz in the kitchen.


After Brenda had eaten she seemed much more alert, vibrant, her cheeks rosy. "Whose turn," she muttered, glancing from Fritz, with his water glass of club soda with lime, to Sharon, her half-empty stemmed goblet of cabernet positioned carefully in front of her.

"We don't have to keep track, Brenda," Sharon purred, glancing from face to face herself, clearly not totally sure of what was supposed to happen now.

"I'm not keepin' track," Brenda huffed. "I'm just tryin' to figure out what I want next."

Fritz groaned, feeling his dick twitch. It had been almost two hours since Brenda had sucked him until he was shivering and loose, since she'd rolled his hot come around her mouth with the help of Sharon's tongue, and he felt himself ready again. Ready to be ready again.

"Didn't you say," he started, then faltered as both sets of eyes bored into him.

"Say what, Fritzi?" Brenda asked, assuming that sweet, innocent tone that made him clench, made him want to slide down in his seat so his cock could have all the room it needed inside the loose cutoff sweatpants he'd changed into while Sharon and his wife were in the shower.

"Didn't you say," his voice suddenly weak, but bolstered by Sharon's sharp, inquisitive stare. "Didn't you say you wanted me to watch as you fucked her?" He looked over to Sharon, smug, catlike across the table from him, lifting her glass to sip deliberately, her tongue licking the droplets of wine off her lips.

"Hmm," Brenda said. "I did say that, didn't I."

"You did," Sharon murmured, and Fritz watched as she shifted slightly, his mouth dropping open to let breath slide in and out as he thought about how sensitive she must be after his wife had made her rock and cry against the bathroom door.

"Are you ready again, Sharon?" he asked, his voice soft, solicitous.

Sharon hummed and Fritz felt a little stirring between his thighs. Watched as Brenda shuddered, gasped in little breaths. "I'm ready," his wife breathed. "If she is."

"Sharon?" he asked, his voice as gentle as hers had been earlier in the bedroom. "Can she?"

Sharon blinked, rolled her neck, stretched long and feline against the little vinyl-covered kitchen chair. "That depends on what she wants to do," she purred, staring directly at Brenda.

Fritz watched as his wife gulped, flexed her fingers against the tabletop, pressed her towel-covered breasts down against the hard surface, rubbing herself against the formica, groaning a little. "I want you," Brenda said, her voice thin and rasping. "I want to taste you again, Sharon, I want to feel inside of you, I want to lay you down and lick you until you can't stand it any more." Brenda gulped. "I want Fritzi to sit in the chair in the bedroom and watch and not touch himself until we say."

That little word, we, seemed to be the thing that made Sharon vibrate in her seat. "Yes, Chief," she murmured, shifting a little, letting her legs drop open under the table. Fritz half-expected his wife to slide off her chair, crawl under it on her hands and knees, press her mouth to Sharon right there, the way her eyes went black and her breath hitched.

"Come with me to the bedroom, Sharon," Brenda growled, the low rumble to her voice making Fritz's dick twitch with more fervor, made him reach out and grasp his wife's arm, his fingers squeezing rhythmically. "Come let me make you feel good."

Sharon nodded just once, sliding off the chair, drifting ethereally to the bedroom, her silk robe floating around her long, lean legs.

"Go get her, Brenda," Fritz breathed. "Go make her feel good."

"I love you," Brenda said as she pressed her wide mouth to Fritz's, licking lightly at his lips. "I love you so much, Fritz."

"I love you, honey," he whispered against her soft skin. "I love you both."

Brenda paused for just a moment, but Fritz could tell it wasn't because of anxiety, just feeling. "I'm so glad," she murmured. "I'm so glad we all love each other, baby. I'm so glad."

She kissed him hard, sweetly, pressing her hands to his face. "I love you, Fritz," she breathed again. "So much."

"Go to her," he said, half a groan. "Go do what you've been wanting."

"You'll come watch?" she said, and he laughed a little at her nervousness. "I can't stop thinking about it, Brenda," he said, kissing her again. "Go fuck Sharon so I can watch you."

"I want to," she mumbled, shivering. "I want it so bad."

"Go on, baby," he said fondly, stroking the hair away from her temples. "Go make her scream."

Brenda swallowed hard again, nodded, kissed him briefly again before drifting after Sharon.

He sat there at the table, not even noticing the disarray from dinner as he took deep breaths, waiting to hear something, anything, from the room at the end of the hall.

He was just about to go in there himself when he heard his wife's deep gasp. "Sharon," she groaned, half a cry. His cock twitched against his shorts. He smiled, eased into the room.

His wife had their lover stretched out on the bed, her naked body smooth and lean against the soft mattress. Sharon's hands were clutching on to the pillows above her head, she was whimpering and moaning as his wife kissed and licked and sucked at her skin, their limbs caressing and drifting over each other.

"Fritzi," Brenda breathed, Sharon responding with a soft moan. "You came."

"Not yet," Sharon murmured, and Brenda grinned, bent down over her bare breasts, latched on to her nipple and sucked with abandon as Fritz sank down into the cushioned armchair diagonally across the room from the bed, resting his hands on the arms, his fingers digging unconsciously into the upholstery as his wife let her fingertips, her tongue drift over Sharon's tight, smooth body.

"Kiss her," he breathed, and it didn't matter to whom; his wife was pushing up along Sharon's skin, biting at her lips, her glossy, wet tongue sliding into Sharon's mouth. Fritz groaned, feeling his cock stirring, pressing against his shorts.

"Take them off," Brenda gasped, breathless. "I want to see. Sharon, do you want to see?"

"Mmmm," Sharon murmured, that low little rasp like a fist around his cock. He canted his hips up, sliding his shorts off, letting his dick sway and wobble against his thigh.

"Yes," Brenda sighed, running her fingers along the length of Sharon's torso, her thumb circling a hard nipple almost lazily. "That's it, Fritzi."

She continued kissing and sucking down Sharon's body, the other woman groaning and undulating beneath her, long, manicured fingers weaving into Brenda's shiny curls, wild and loose after her shower. Pushed his wife's head farther down until they both moaned, writhing and twisting, as Brenda's tongue swiped over Sharon's clit.

Fritz's dick jumped against his body, he didn't even have to touch it. It stood almost straight now, hard, straining, twitching a little. He gripped the chair's armrests tighter, holding himself back, knowing it was what his wife wanted, what his lover wanted, to watch him squirm and groan, to not let him touch himself until they were ready for him.

Sharon moaned, shifted, brought her leg up around Brenda's shoulders, but, Fritz noticed appreciatively, not the one closest to him. Sharon reached down, pulled his wife's long hair back, sweeping it across her shoulder, giving him a good view of Brenda licking, sucking, rocking between Sharon's legs. Watched the arc of Sharon's back get steeper and steeper as his wife fucked her, watched Sharon's hands dig harder and harder into Brenda's hair, twisting and pulling as his wife gasped and growled at the pressure.

He thought he might faint, watching Sharon and Brenda start moving rhythmically against each other, their bodies rocking up and down. Felt his hips bucking against the chair. Met Sharon's eyes, glazed and distant but still so intense it made him gasp.

"Fuck her," Sharon whispered. "Fuck her, Fritz."

Brenda heard her low demand, groaned and lifted her hips into the air.

"Fuck her while she makes me come," Sharon huffed, alternating between his eyes and his throbbing cock. "It's what she wanted." She paused, arched, moaned. "Oh god, Brenda," she breathed, as his wife's fingers slipped inside her, twisting and pushing deep. "It's what I want, Fritz," she panted. "Fuck her. Make her come for me." She gasped as Brenda shifted inside her. "For us," she hitched.

Brenda whimpered, making Sharon moan again. Fritz pushed himself out of the armchair, crossed to the bed, kneeling behind his wife. He let his dick bob and drag against her skin for a moment, rubbing against the back of her thigh, right at the crease of her ass, hissing as Brenda groaned, her mouth still tight against Sharon, who shivered, sucked in a shuddering breath, stared at Fritz with wide, surprised eyes.

"You—" she gasped, and Fritz knew she meant them both, felt a flood of sweet warmth course through him as he stared into Sharon's eyes, as he pushed himself into his wife, slowly, smoothly, feeling her buck back against him, watching her squeeze Sharon's thighs more tightly, work her jaw more feverishly, watched Sharon gasp soundlessly as she had to look away, tilting her head back as Brenda thrust her fingers into her, tongue still working, wet and hot.

"Yes," Fritz groaned to both of them, feeling himself get a little faint, feeling himself starting to shiver and fade at the edges as he fucked his wife, as his wife translated each thrust and shudder across to Sharon, who was gazing deep into his eyes again as her mouth dropped open, the muscles in her abdomen starting to twitch and convulse.

He forced himself to keep looking at her as he felt his wife begin to shake and pulse around him, the combined sensations making him huff and choke as he gripped Brenda's hips, pushing into her hard and fast and without rhythm now as he felt her flutter and contract around him, felt himself pulsing along with her, eyes still locked on Sharon as his wife shuddered, swiping her tongue with intention in tight circles around Sharon's clit until she cried out, squeezed her thighs around Brenda's head, his wife writhing a little as she tried to fight for air between her own suffocating pleasure and the way Sharon had locked her mouth to her body as she rocked and whined.

"Uh—" he grunted, the sweat on both their bodies glistening, the wetness on Sharon's thighs, the way his wife's golden hair shimmered—"oh fuck—"

"Yes, Fritz," Sharon slurred, her voice even darker than usual, wrapping itself around his dick as he shivered and began to drive into his wife hard, deep, burying himself in her as she shook against him, her head flying up, her soft, drawling "oh Fritzi" making him thrust once more, pressing himself into her, making him whine a little bit high in his throat as he emptied himself into his wife, who moaned with each little jerk, who dug her nails into Sharon's pale flesh, made Sharon shiver and twitch on the bed.

He pulled slowly out of his wife, who moaned a little against Sharon's hip as he withdrew. Stared for a moment at the two of them, his wife curled against his—their—lover's stomach, Sharon stroking Brenda's hair as she shivered. Glanced at the thick fluid dripping down his wife's leg. Couldn't help looking back up at Sharon.

"Go ahead," she purred. "Clean her up. Gently," she added, as Brenda offered an overstimulated little whine.

Fritz took a deep breath as he knelt between his wife's legs, the smell of her—the smell of them both—overwhelming him for a moment before his tongue slipped out, gently lapping at Brenda's swollen center. Not trying to tease, not trying to work her back up. Just licking gently, sucking softly, feeling his wife wriggle and shift away from him when it was too much, pushing gently down against Sharon's hips, making them both whimper softly, when it was just right.

"Did you teach him that?" Brenda murmured lazily, tracing soft circles along Sharon's stomach, once Fritz had kissed both sets of thighs and shifted off the bed, moving to the bathroom.

"Don't you appreciate it, Chief?" he heard Sharon say, glancing over to see her pulling his wife up next to her, fishing around at the foot of the bed with her long legs for the blankets. He stepped back out to cover them, kissing them each on the forehead.

"Mmmm," Brenda hummed, nestling close to Sharon's body. And then, "what time is it?"

"Not even eleven," Fritz said, glancing at the alarm clock on Brenda's side. "Why don't you two get a little rest?"

"Not too much," Sharon said. "I have plans."

"She has plans," Brenda drawled, her voice slightly delirious. "You hear that, Fritzi?"

"I hear it, baby," Fritz grinned, kissing her again. "Rest a little. I'll be back in just a minute."

"Yes," Brenda murmured, pressing against Sharon. "Not too long, now."

"Not too long," he said, patting her sheet-covered hip. "I promise."