Sharon shifted a little against the unfamiliar press of two bodies, wincing slightly as her sweat-slicked thigh pulled from between Brenda's legs, the closeness of Brenda's body coupled with Fritz's hot, sticky flesh against her back making her crave the breeze that rustled through the open window.
She extricated herself as carefully as possible, still not surprised by Brenda's soft "everythin' all right, Sharon?"
"Fine, baby," she murmured. "Just a little warm."
"It's only—" Brenda huffed and squinted at the clock, "—one-thirty," she sighed.
"I know," Sharon smiled. "We're not done yet, everyone just needed a little rest."
"Uh-huh," Brenda smirked, glancing at her husband, snoring softly. "He always was a little princess."
"Indeed," Sharon agreed, rolling her eyes. "But I wanted to talk to you about my idea," she said, turning to Brenda, who sat up a little more, sleep fading from her eyes.
"Did you now," Brenda breathed.
"Mmm," Sharon murmured. "You saw—" she started, suddenly feeling an inopportune flush of embarrassment, quickly slipping her robe on and settling in the armchair across from the bed.
"I saw," Brenda echoed, the word lingering on her tongue as she slipped out of the bed, still naked, and settled lightly on Sharon's lap, stroking at her hair. Sharon relaxed against the seat, pulling Brenda a little closer to her.
"You saw how he . . . cleaned you up," she stammered, sighing internally. She wasn't supposed to be like this, nervous and girlish, but something about both of them together made her almost shy.
"He licked himself right out of me," Brenda said, drowsily or dreamily, Sharon couldn't tell, but shivered a little as Brenda's fingers clutched at her. "Every drop."
"Every drop," Sharon murmured in assent.
"You taught him to do that," Brenda whispered, tongue flicking a little at Sharon's ear. "He never did that before."
"I may have . . . helped him discover a new appreciation," she agreed, shifting so Brenda's body slid down next to her hips, both of them cuddled together in the armchair.
"What other tricks did you teach him?" Brenda whispered, nuzzling her nose against Sharon's temple, lips brushing hotly over her skin.
"Nothing too wild," Sharon murmured against the skin of Brenda's chest. "No new tricks, but I might have helped him get interested in some new ideas."
"Oooh," Brenda breathed, wriggling her hips against Sharon. "I wanna know."
Sharon paused for half a second, wondering if she should just say what she was thinking.
Brenda bit at her earlobe. "Tell me, honey," she crooned. "Tell me what we should give him next."
"Have you ever fucked him?" Sharon asked, the words almost only a quick, complex exhalation. Brenda shivered against her.
"Have I ever bent him over?" Brenda breathed against her ear, hot and wet. "Have I ever gone inside him? Made him moan as he fucked himself on me?"
"Yes," Sharon gasped, hardly a sound at all, as her fingers clutched tight around Brenda's waist, her arm.
"Maybe," Brenda giggled next to her skin, giving her a saucy little lick. "But not like you'd do it, Sharon. I know you'd make him beg for you."
"Do you want to help?" Sharon asked, low and fluid. Brenda squirmed on her lap, making Sharon squirm in response.
"I do," Brenda breathed. "Tell me, Sharon. Tell me what you want me to do."
Sharon shuddered a little at Brenda asking for her instruction. "Go to the bedside table, get one of those scarves, tie him up. Don't wake him," she added her voice only a little shaky.
"He won't," Brenda breathed. "He sleeps like the dead."
"Good," Sharon murmured. "Once you do that, get the bottle of lube. Put some on your hands, warm it up."
Brenda didn't say anything, just pushed herself off the chair, moved to the table, plucked one of the long scarves, let it drift across her naked body. Carefully, delicately wound it around her husband's available wrist, Fritz only shifting a little, Sharon and Brenda sharing a little grin. Brenda looped the long end of the scarf around the metal edge of the headboard, tugging on it to make sure it was sturdy. Glanced at Sharon, who nodded.
Brenda smiled, pleased, as she squirted a shiny puddle of lube onto her palm, began to work it slowly between her hands.
"Touch yourself," Sharon breathed. "I want to see."
Brenda smiled, reached between her bare legs, ran one wet, slippery finger between her folds. "Like this?" she murmured. "You want me to do it like this?"
"Inside," Sharon gasped. "Fingers inside."
Brenda moved instantly, thrusting two fingers inside herself. Moaned loudly enough that Fritz shifted on the bed, not quite waking up, but getting closer.
"Are you wet, Brenda Leigh?" Sharon crooned, humming softly as Brenda's hips canted forward at her voice.
"So wet, Sharon," Brenda panted.
"Good," Sharon said. "Touch him." She nodded toward Fritz, sprawled on his stomach, half-tangled in the top sheet, the fabric wound between his legs. One wrist resting limply on the pillow, tied to the headboard with a deep purple scarf.
"Like this?" Brenda whispered, drifting her fingers down between Fritz's legs, rubbing a little at the soft skin just behind his balls. He moaned, grunted, blinked.
"What—" he muttered, jerking a little, mumbling as he felt the resistance against his pull.
"Our turn, Fritz," Sharon said firmly. "On your knees."
"Do it, Fritzi," Brenda breathed, following Sharon's lead. "Let me touch you."
Fritz groaned, still not fully awake, but pushed his hips up without a second thought, angling himself so the scarf around his wrist had a little slack.
"Good," Sharon murmured. "That's good, Fritz."
"Yeah," he mumbled thickly, face pressed against the mattress. "Good."
"Now get him ready, Brenda," Sharon said, still not shifting from her seat in the corner. "Get him relaxed and wet for you."
"Relax, baby," Brenda moaned in Fritz's ear as she drifted her wet, sticky fingers up his thigh. "That's it," she whispered, her glistening thumb massaging his tight asshole. "That's it, baby. Let me in. That's it." They both gasped as Brenda's thumb pushed inside, Fritz groaning high and strained as Brenda worked her thumb deeper into him, his hand gripping at the scarf, twisting it around his palm.
"Fuck," he mumbled. "Like that, baby."
"More?" Brenda asked, looking at Sharon.
"More," Sharon nodded.
Brenda closed her eyes, wriggled a little with pleasure as she stroked her index finger against Fritz, slowly withdrawing her thumb as he shuddered around her, not letting him feel bereft for even a moment as she pushed her index finger into him, letting it work a little against the tight ring of muscle.
"Oh god," he gasped, clutching at the sheets, the restraint.
"Good, Fritz?" Sharon asked, drawing each syllable out as he groaned and pushed back on his wife's hand. "Do you want more?"
"More," he gasped. "Give me more."
Brenda stared at Sharon as she moved to her overnight bag, digging down under tomorrow's clothes to pull out a thin silicone vibrator. "This?" she asked, her voice ragged.
Brenda didn't respond, only groaned a little, brushed against herself with her free hand as she thrust the other into Fritz.
"Mmmm," Sharon hummed.
She crossed over to Brenda, dipping down to quickly suck a nipple into her mouth, then reached behind her for the bottle of lube. "Unless you've got enough," she whispered.
"I want it, Sharon," Brenda choked, hips thrusting forward just a little. "I want you to be in me. I want you to fuck Fritz with both of us."
"Good girl," Sharon murmured again, the words making Brenda gasp and buck a little against the air. She slid the vibrator just up into Brenda, just barely, and switched it on, the low buzz loud in the anticipatory air.
"Fuck," Brenda breathed, pushing her hips down, forcing the toy into her body. "Jesus, Sharon."
"What," Fritz whined, unable to turn to see unless he wanted to dislodge his wife's finger, though from the way he was pushing down on it, Sharon doubted very much his willingness to release her.
"She's fuckin' me, Fritzi," Brenda managed, her voice strained. "She's fuckin' me so it's wet enough so she can fuck you."
"Oh," Fritz breathed, collapsing a little farther onto his forearms. "Yeah."
"Ready, Brenda?" Sharon asked, sliding the toy in and out.
"Yes," Brenda panted. "But please don't leave me like this, Sharon, please."
"I won't, baby," Sharon said, licking at Brenda's lower lip as she slid the vibrator from Brenda's body, Brenda shaking a little. "Fritz?"
Fritz gulped a little, clenched at the sheets, took a deep breath, wound his hand around the restraint tied to his wrist more tightly. "Fuck me, Sharon," he mumbled. "Both of you. Fuck me, please."
"Get under him," Sharon said in that voice that brooked no argument, smirking as Brenda obeyed, sliding her finger out of Fritz, positioning herself on her back between his legs, licking at his stiffening cock. "That's a good girl."
"God, Sharon," Brenda moaned, her mouth half on her husband, her hand reaching down to rub at herself.
"No," Sharon said sharply, swatting Brenda's hand away from herself. "You wait."
"Yes, Captain," Brenda keened. Lifted her head to capture her husband's cock in her mouth again.
"Good," Sharon murmured, once she was sure Brenda was in place. "Relax, Fritz," she cooed, running her free hand over his ass, letting her finger slip into the lube-slicked crevice his wife had left. Pushed just a little into him, careful of her fingernails. She smirked again as he twitched and moaned, pushed back a little onto her, so tight, so hot, Brenda sputtering a little beneath him.
"Let us work together, Fritz," she said, withdrawing her finger and giving him a little warning squeeze on the ass with her nails.
"Yeah," he groaned again, his face pushing hard into the mattress, Brenda sucking noisily at him from underneath.
Sharon waited until she felt his hips relax before dragging the still-buzzing toy across Brenda's slickness, delighting in her little choked moan as she swallowed her husband deeper. "Are you ready, Fritz?" she rumbled, low and smoky.
"Fuck me, Sharon," he whined, twisting at the sheets again. "Please."
Sharon didn't say anything, simply lined the toy up against him and began to gently push it in, careful to go at Fritz's pace, though she chuckled a little as he impatiently drove himself on to it with a hot moan. Brenda whimpered, trying to keep up with the pace of his mindless thrusts, trying to keep her hands from touching herself.
"You want some too, Chief?" Sharon rasped, holding the vibrator deep inside Fritz as she leaned down to suck on Brenda's nipple, pleased at the little shuddering grunt Brenda gave in reply. She loosened her robe, letting it fall against her sides as she slid between Brenda's thighs, one hand bracing herself on the mattress, the other working the vibrator slowly in and out of Fritz. She settled herself tightly against Brenda, their hot slicknesses meeting, Brenda's hips thrusting up against her, both of them crying out.
"Suck him, Chief," Sharon instructed, Brenda enthusiastically responding. "Let me make you feel good, don't chase it," she said softly. "Let me."
Brenda gave a stifled little moan around Fritz's cock, almost impossibly hard, his balls rigid against his body. Sharon sighed, settled against Brenda, began to rock her hips in time with the hand pushing the toy into Fritz.
"Uh," Fritz grunted. "Uh, Sharon, Brenda, I'm gonna—"
"It's okay," Sharon crooned. "It's good, Fritz. Let it be good. Let it feel good."
"Fuck," he moaned, swiveling his hips to push against Sharon's hand and Brenda's mouth at the same time, Sharon canting her own hips against Brenda, driving into both of them harder, grinding against Brenda's sweaty body, thrusting into Fritz as he thrust into his wife's mouth, feeling him tense and shake as he clenched around the toy in his ass, thrusting down his wife's throat, making her gasp and choke as Sharon ground against her, thighs trembling, feeling herself release, feeling Brenda arch taut like a bowstring before vibrating, groaning, choking a little as her husband jerked and came down her throat.
Sharon waited a moment, first lifting her hips off Brenda and kneeling next to Fritz, not wanting to move, to let the aftershocks wash over her, but wanting to make sure everyone was comfortable, Brenda sliding down slowly, her limbs jerking as she coughed and gasped and grasped at Sharon's skin, smiled softly at her as she gently, carefully withdrew the vibrator from Fritz, letting him collapse to the mattress, sweaty and spent.
"You see how good we can be when we're all working together?" she murmured.
Brenda didn't say anything, just lapped at the sweat beneath Sharon's breasts. Fritz groaned, wriggled his hips into the mattress, sighing contentedly.
"Does someone want to untie me?" he asked after a moment. Sharon met Brenda's eye.
"Want to, honey?" Brenda breathed against the skin of his back, making him twitch a little. "Or agree to?"
"Cops," he muttered.
Sharon grinned. "Go ahead and untie him," she said, nodding. "We should all get some sleep."
"We don't need this heavy blanket, do we," Brenda murmured, tossing the quilt down to the foot of the bed. "Let me be in the middle," she whispered, kissing Sharon softly. "I don't mind the heat."
Fritz only grunted, half-awake, one leg already flung off the side of the mattress.
"Whatever you want, honey," Sharon murmured, pulling Brenda down to the bed, tucking their bodies together. "Whatever you want."
