Warning some BDSM action I don't know if those trigger people. If so, DO NOT READ

Andrea was in bed. It wasn't time to sleep yet, but mer mind was garbled and confused. She didn't know if she should do anything about her crush on Flynn or just let it go. What if he didn't like her? What if they went out and it was a disaster? She had too much worry and not enough faith. Her phone rang.

"Hello. Hey Brenda what's up?"

"Do you want to have a girls' day on Saturday?"

"A What?" Andrea was not expecting this.

"You know, hair, nails, spa, girl stuff?"

"You do that stuff?"

"I want to get dolled up. Fritz has the Monday off, and I want this weekend to be perfect."

"Ok. Sure." Andrea had nothing better to do. She would otherwise just be reading or maybe going for a run.

"I'll call Sharon and see if she's free." Just like that, Brenda hung up the phone.

Sharon and Brenda girlfriends? Now Andrea's head was really garbled.

Fritz came home to a wife who was chatting/arguing on the phone with someone.

"How could you not want to go to the spa?"

"I have a murder, Chief Johnson."

"It's Brenda, and the body will still be there when you get back."

"You should talk. Like you ever took time away from work."

"I am taking time now."

"You don't even work on Saturdays."

"You have a capable team. I know, I made them so. Come on!" Brenda could be really pushy.

Sharon knew that getting Brenda to back down was not always worth the effort. "If no new developments interfere, I suppose I could make it."

"Great, I'll make the appointment." Brenda hung up before she could back out.

"What was that about?"

"Hey Fritzi." Brenda greeted her man with a kiss. "I was just wrangling Sharon into coming with us on girls day."

"I don't think I qualify," Fritz laughed.

"Not you, Silly" Brenda said with her drawl. "Me and Andrea."

"You all are going on a girls day, to do what exactly."

"Girl things, talking about boys." She poked Fritz's belly and laughed.

"And what would you say about me."

"I can't say. That would ruin the fun." Brenda rested her hands on his shoulders and gave him another kiss.

"Yuck, Get a room." Bobby yelled as he came in for another beer.

Get an apartment Fritz thought as his hands reached the small part of Brenda's back.

Bobby checked on his gumbo. It could use a little more time to simmer. "20 minutes on dinner," he yelled. Then he retreated to his room with his beer. Hunter followed him. Joel followed her.

"Aren't they the three musketeers," Brenda snickered.

"How was your day, Baby?" Fritz was so glad to have Brenda home at dinner time.

"It was odd. The homeless guy who got mowed down had jewelry sewn into his pants. It appears that someone chased him into the street. The jewelry once belonged to a woman who as murdered." Brenda was baffled by this case.

"Once belonged?"

"She pawned it a while ago. I don't think it had anything to do with why she died. Maybe it's cursed."

"It's odd that he sewed the jewelry into his pants. It's like he didn't want anyone to find it."

An idea went off in Brenda's head as soon as Fritzi made that comment. "You're right." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and got on the phone with Gabriel.

Some things never change Fritz thought as he went to get some juice from the fridge.

"Hey, Gabriel, can you check and see if that necklace was reported stolen in either LA or any neighboring counties. The victim was trying to hide it. There must have been a reason why." Soon enough, Brenda was off the phone and awaiting dinner.

Bobby came back and it was all ready. "Let's get to it."

"How's the job search coming?" Fritz asked. Tell me someone wants you, somewhere.

"I have an interview tomorrow. I dropped off some more resumes today." Bobby was hoping to find something soon. He was always a workerbee.

"How's that case coming along, Bren?" Bobby was hoping they would clear that guy soon. Bobby didn't know him, but he knew what it was like to be out of work. It sucks.

"Still trying to get a clear picture on why he was being chased. It appears to have something to do with expensive jewelry. Hopefully, the records will all come in tomorrow, and I will be able to get a clearer picture. How about you Bobby? Meet any interesting people since you got here."

"I've meet some odd people. This one receptionist I talked to had more holes in her head than a block of swiss cheese, piercings everywhere. She looked like a dart board."

Brenda snickered. People didn't look like that in Atlanta.

"That's nothing," Fritz said. "There's all kind of odd behavior in this place. Welcome to LA."

The gumbo was delicious. Brenda was jealous of Bobby's ability to cook. Why didn't I inherit it? It really is just practice, which Brenda never did.

After dinner, Brenda cleared the plates, and Fritz took the opportunity to hide the booty he bought in his half of the closet. When Brenda got to the room, he had a book in his hands and was pretending to read it.

"How do you want to spend this weekend, Babe?"

"I have some ideas," Fritz replied. Fritz had been reading his books in his office when he was supposed to be working. His case was a drag. He was not very motivated by it now that the action was gone.

"Like..."

"Like, you'll find out this weekend." He loved teasing Brenda.

"You're no fun."

"I'm plenty of fun." Fritz had a wicked smile. She had no idea how much fun they would have.

Brenda saw his Cheshire like grin and knew Fritz wanted something really naughty. She was little scared but very excited.

She curled up beside him and kissed him on the side of the neck. "You smell good."

Fritz turned to her and threw his book on the chair. He pulled her under him and got to work. Normally, he would undress her slowly and relish in every minute of seeing her flesh, but he wanted it quick and dirty. Her skirt went up, her panties pushed down to her ankles, and he started biting her collar bone.

Brenda replied by pulling off his belt and sliding down his pants. She unbuttoned his shirt, but she didn't get a chance to take it off before he was pulling off hers. They tried to rush out of their clothes so fast that they got tangled up in each other. They had to stop, regroup and start again. The clothes got off. They embraced each other and the rolling match began.

They would kiss and roll on top of each other, each one trying to get control. Brenda did her little bat move where she grabbed the covers and pounced on him, looking like a bat jumping off a tree limb. They disappeared under the blankets, looking like two lumps that gets spiraling around each other. Their hands reached each others bodies and they groped and pinched each other all over.

Eventually, Fritz got to be on top, and he found his way into her wet folds. She grunted as he thrust his way in her, and she started biting his chest and scratching his back. Fritz returned the favor, biting her shoulders and near her collar bone. They were a sweaty, sticky mess. Fritz pressed his mouth against his wife's, partially to keep her from screaming, in part because he loved her luscious lips. Brenda moaned in his mouth. His lips tasted salty, probably because they were sweating buckets under the covers. Brenda pushed them away and a rush of cold air hit their naked flesh. The feeling send chills down Brenda's spine, and she gasped.

Fritz was going to lose it soon. He could tell Brenda wasn't ready yet, so he tried to get her there. His fingers found her sensitive nub, and he started to rub her.

Brenda started to get close, but she wasn't quite there when Fritz exploded into her. He collapsed next to her, and she curled into him.

"I should have," before he could finish his sentence, Brenda kissed him passionately. Their tongues darted and wrangled with each other. Then, she let him go and put on a nightie. "I'll be back," she said with a smile. She slipped into the kitchen and returned with an arm behind her back.

"What's that you got there?"

Brenda revealed a cucumber.

WTF Fritz thought.

Brenda's intentions became clear when she lied on the bed and brought the hard object to her swollen lips. She rubbed her clit, getting her green friend nice and wet and then, she pushed it in slowly. It was cold, which was an odd sensation, but it felt marvelous. Brenda pushed and pulled with her hand, filling her aching cavern with a cucumber. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her skin was red, and glistening with sweat, her hair a mess, her thighs splayed out wide. Fritz got quite a show as he watched his wife pleasure herself.

It only took a couple of minutes to finish the job. Brenda's back arched, her hips started bucking wildly, and she came hard, covering the cucumber in her juices.

What a kinky bitch, Fritz thought to himself. He couldn't wait for this weekend. He was going to do all kinds of nasty things to her.

"Did you like the show?" Brenda smiled. She knew he loved it.

"You're a naughty girl. That was the last cucumber."

"What are you going to do about it?

"Buy more?"

"You know what naughty girls need, punishment." Brenda smirked as she slowly crawled toward her love.

"How do you propose I do that?"

"Be creative," she hissed. Brenda was on her hands and knees, tempting him, daring him to take control of her body.

Fritz's hands instinctively found her feminine hips. He pulled her to his waist and sat up so he was kneeling beside her.

He put his knee up. "Naughty girls get punished." He motioned for her to lie across his thigh. She obliged, looking into his eyes the whole time. He stoked her hair softly with his hand and rubbed her ass gently. Once he was certain his hand was in position, smack. Her left cheek got a little red

Brenda moaned, but she didn't shy away. She liked it when he got rough.

Fritz realized she would be too noisy, so he grabbed the cucumber and offered it to her. She sucked it readily. She liked her taste. She loved to kiss Fritz after he went down on her. He thought it was validation for his efforts. She had a more self-serving purpose.

He hit the right cheek. He alternated between rounds, each round a little harder than the last. Brenda loved the sensation. It would sting, and then it would gradually fade away. When he spanked her, her clit would grind against his leg a little. She wriggled her behind, tempting him further. Soon, her behind was bright red. He felt invigorated and was ready to pound her all night. He didn't want to over do it and his better judgement decided that was enough for today. He put her down on the bed.

She promptly got on her hands and knees. "Aren't you going to take me?" Brenda looked at him, expecting more from him.

He smiled and started to stroke his erection, which had come back as he spanked his wife. He gave her a hard kiss on the mouth and thrust his way into her. Brenda screamed into his mouth during the kiss. Finally, she would get her release. Fritz was in a power top mood. He grabbed her hips and started to thrust aggressively. He only wished he had a mirror, so he could see the look in her eyes as he pounded her into oblivion. They needed a bedroom mirror, he decided. A big one.

Brenda's mind was full of wild thoughts as Fritz rode her, mainly how to get Fritz to keep riding her. She loved surrendering herself to him. It was freeing in its own way. Her hand naturally slipped to her throbbing clit. Fritz found her hand and put it back on the bed. He started to pound her even harder, his body slamming into hers. She couldn't stay balanced, so Fritz put his arms under hers and held her up. He carried her to the wall and pulled out just long enough to push her back into the wall. He picked up her legs and wrapped them around his hips and started pounding her.

She tried to scream out in pleasure, but his lips found hers first and before long, the sensations of his thrust combined with feeling like a feather got to her, and she started to cum all over him. Her juices flowed down their bodies, making them even messier. Fritz started to suck on her earlobe. That did it and she started cumming again. She was thrashing into the wall, and Fritz didn't want her to hit her head on it, so he put her back on the bed in a swift motion. He was still inside her and kept thrusting. He stood in front of the bed and she lied on her back. It wasn't long before he was ready to shoot his load. Right before he was about to fill her, he pulled out, instead spraying his seed all over her face and chest.

He lied down next to her, both of them sideways on the bed and out of breath. They had gone through a lot in the past hour and neither of them had any words or any air with which to say them.

After what felt like forever, but was probably only five minutes, Friz asked "You wanna shower."

"In a bit. I like it when I'm covered in your cum," Brenda admitted.

What a kinky bitch! Fritz thought. How the FUCK did it take me so long to notice. His hand slipped in hers and their fingers laced. For a long time, he waited for Brenda to be his. He never thought he would be like his. He let out a deep breath and smiled.