Give Me One Night

"God Barb, w-what's wrong with me!" Feeling helpless, like she was at the epicenter of an earthquake.

"You're just a bit anxious, Darlin'. I can make it go away... if you trust me?" I said slowly caressing her shoulders. She nodded cautiously. I reached under the plush pillows, searching for a pair of restraints I had previously attached to the bed frame. "I call these my party cuffs; you like?" I asked rhetorically, letting her feel the soft, three-inch bands attached to a pair of lightweight chains.

"They're so soft, they can't be..."

"Yes, I'm afraid I'm not very popular with P.E.T.A... they're mink," I winked, smiled, and attached them around both of her wrists. "I don't think we'll need to do your ankles, unless you..."

"Hey listen, this is my first rodeo. I'm simply along for the ride," Sharon quipped, while she adjusted to the cuffs.

Sharing several more rodeo-related double-meanings, Sharon settled down enough for me to restart her libido. "Now, if you promise not to go into cardiac arrest, perhaps we can resume our previous discussion, hmm?" I posed, and began treating her face, lips, and neck to a series of wet kisses.

"I liked it...in the car, when you called me Share. Is that "Cher" like "Sonny And ____", or does that mean you want to "share" me?" She asked, as I nestled my naked self between her long legs.

"Well you ARE married, so I'm sure a certain amount of sharing is implied," I answered seductively. That was the last intelligible sentence we shared for the next hour or so.

From there on, it was all lips, tongues, tits and hips. Share's intro to Sapphic love making was seamless, as she eagerly opened up to my every suggestion. Having her arms and hands restrained added to the intensity, as we 69-ed, and she got her first taste of pussy. We shared an equal number of delicious orgasms, before taking a breather. After room service delivered a tasty lunch, I coaxed her into preparing for an entertaining evening.

"C'mon Girl, let's see what you got in that garment bag," I ordered.

Unpacking her bag, she laid out a slinky button-down blue dress, a pair of thigh hose, panties, and black pumps. "There ya go, Babe. That's the best I can do," she said with a sigh. "You really think two old gals like us can still turn some heads?" She added with an air of misgiving.

"Hey, two babes with big boobs and butts...what more can a guy – any guy ask for? All-righty then, I think we can just make this work for ya," I noted optimistically, before unzipping and dumping my personal bag of tricks on the bed.

Pouring from my canvas duffle bag were all sorts of sexy goodies. "Oh my Lord, just look at all that fun stuff! Barb, you are constantly amazing!" Sharon laughed, as she picked up my nearly foot long rubber buddy.

"Hey, be careful with Hank's Crank. He's a replica, prolly a collector's piece by now," I mused, and softly took it from her.

"Gosh Barb, such reverence; sucker must be priceless!"

"Hmm, guess it IS to me," I reflected, and tossed her my black, lacy bustier. "Here, try this on for size. It does some amazing things."

"This little thing will never fit ME! Are you nuts?" She said, pulling the combination corset/demi bra around her naked torso. Taking hold of the back zipper, I pulled the expandable fabric in place. Zipping it up, I swiveled her around to fix her heavy boobs in the cups.

"Believe it or not, this is the most forgiving piece of lingerie I own. Well, whatdya think?" I asked pointing her toward the full dresser mirror. "Just imagine having that under your blue dress."

"OH MY GOD! Is that really ME?" Sharon stood proudly with both hands on her broad hips, as she viewed the rather drastic difference in her figure. "I mean, it's tight as hell, but Geez, look at my waist... and check out my boobs! I'm a friggin' French whore!" She exclaimed. "Bill is going to shit!"

"Let's hope so, and he won't be the only stiff soldier tonight. I actually think you look better in it than I do," I declared, giving her bare shoulder a kiss.

"So what ABOUT you? Let's see this special dress you're so secretive about," Share's eyes still glued to her reflected hour glass image.

Unzipping my garment bag, I quickly grabbed my dress and darted for the bathroom. I told Share I always had a flair for the dramatic when wearing my dare-to-wear gold dress. I needed to make an entrance, don't ya know – HA!

I've had my share of sexy little black dresses throughout my lifetime, but this gold number was my most cherished; so treasured in fact, that I keep it vacuum-sealed to wear only on super special occasions. The one-piece garment is made from two distinctly different materials, neither of which I'm totally familiar with. The thin inner lining is as soft as a cotton tee-shirt next to my skin. The outer material (just as sheer) resembles a cross between spandex and silk. The secret to the material is there is some sort of support built into the bodice, so I need not wear a bra. I contend that support is the secret to the dress, because in over twenty years (two babies and countless diets) I've yet to wear a bra with it... or panties for that matter.

Cut several inches above my knees, two thin straps criss-cross my back to do a yeoman's job of holding my 34-DD's in check. The wrinkle and static free fabric gleams like spun gold with my every movement, making it impossible for anyone to ignore. Since I usually go full commando wearing it, the feel is extremely sensual. Sliding into a pair of golden thigh-high hose and matching pair of four-inch gold pumps, I truly am the Golden Girl!

By the time I made my entrance Sharon had already squeezed into her blue dress. But what really got my attention was the platinum wig. Actually it was my Lady Godiva, waist-length wig she'd pulled from my bag of tricks. Tucking a few last strands of gray under the long, broad-curled headdress, she did a double-take at seeing me.

"Good God Almighty, Barb, LOOK AT YOU!"

"You like?" I asked, giving her a 180-degree twirl.

"What the hell is that fabric? It hugs you in all the right places – incredible!" She ogled and let her hand trace the contour of my torso. "So, what do ya think; can I cut it as a blonde?" She laughed and pursed her lips.

"Well, Marilyn is prolly doing handstands in her grave, but it's kinda growing on me," I white-lied.

"Oh I know it's silly, but I FEEL silly... and sexy. You're not pissed I hope," she pouted.

"Gosh no, Share. I say go for it. I must admit it does make you look younger," I stated and went to the mirror to hike my ash blonde tresses up to pin.

I suggested we complete our separate packages with makeup and accessories. It was during the makeup process she mentioned something about other guys. I remarked that perhaps we needed a second opinion before making our debut. She was in total agreement, until I mentioned I had used one the motel's employees that morning for my second opinion.

"You can't be serious!"

"Oh yeah, besides he's young and hung. I had Freddie come up and give me the once over, just to make sure I was ready to face you guys," I admitted, filling in my eyebrows.

"He must have liked what he saw; I mean you looked great!"

"Oh yeah, Freddie liked the way I looked, and..."

"And? And what? Barb! You didn't... didn't compensate young Freddie? Geez Barb, a perfect stranger!"

"Hey it was more like a tip. He was most appreciative, I must say," I smiled. "Besides, what's BETTER than a perfect stranger? He was PERFECT! He had the most..."

"Okay, okay, I get it already. Don't tease me!" Share said, applying her lipstick.

"I wouldn't THINK of teasing you, Share. I'll leave that up to him," I added slyly.

"Leave what?" She hadn't heard me, due to a surprising knock at the door. "That can't be my husband already. It's too early."

"You're right it IS too early for Bill; but not too early for a once-over from Freddie. I called him from the bathroom – gosh he's fast," I said.

If Freddie was itching at the trigger this morning, he was damn near beside himself now. The slim boy in his late twenties stood in silent, wide-eyed anticipation at the sight of two tempting females.

"My God Barb, he reminds me of my son-in-law!" Sharon leaned close to whisper in my ear.

"Good, that should make it all the more fun for you," I returned, keeping my focus on silent Freddie's wandering eyes. I swear, if his mouth opened a pool of drool would soak his shoes.

Without a formal introduction, I started the ball rolling with a few well orchestrated steps and turns to emphasize the contours of my golden dress. "Well Handsome, what's the verdict; you like?" I asked, camping it up with a pair of strap flips, for good measure.

"I LIKE, I LIKE!" Freddie lit up. "Do you need to know how much?" He asked, reaching for his zipper.

"Ah, not yet Sweetheart," I grinned at his impatience. "I want ya to meet Share; isn't she scrumptious?" I took Sharon's arm to show her off.

"Hi Cher! Pleased to meet you," Freddie stood his ground, but quickly offered a short wave and a smile.

"It's S.H.A.R.E., not like 'Sonny & you know', I added for clarity.

"Sure... Share, like share and share alike. 'Sure Share'...HA, that's shounds funny!"

"Tell me he's not really that strange..." Share's eyes rolled to the side.

"Yeah, a little nerdy, but he DOES have his good points," I noted, sneaking a nibble at her ear.

Dressed to the nines in our sexy finery, with our attributes accented for total impact, we seductively shifted and swayed awaiting Freddie's appraisal. I couldn't help but notice the extra smile that lit up his face, whenever I shimmied up next to Sharon.

"He likes it when I do this," I smiled and leaned in to kiss the back of her neck. "See, look how wide his eyes get."

"Yeah well, the hell with Freddie, you're turning me on, you she-devil!" Sharon simmered and turned to run her hand up my arm; then my neck.

Stopping her hand in mid-stride, I brought her palm to my lips. Starring into her mascara- laden eyes I let my tongue lightly tease her palm and between her fingers. My peripheral vision caught Freddie taking a few steps toward us. Like a rekindled ember our passion once again lit with each measured touch.

I quickly swiveled her around on her heels. Edging my lips and upper body against her neck and back, I drew her hair to one side. As quickly as I had twisted her around, my tongue went immediately to her tempting ear. Like another, more accessible G-spot, she sighed deeply and swooned against me. The deeper I probed her ear, the more feeble her legs became, until I literally thought she would collapse. Like a newborn foal, her knees buckled. Ever-ready-Freddie was at once upon us; doing his best to support or otherwise usher Sharon to the carpet–which was where she was headed. With shadowed eyes closed, her expression begged for a kiss. Once again, Freddie did not falter, as he must have felt obliged to take advantage. Laying her down gently, my fingers went to work undoing her dress, while young Freddie favored her mouth with his tongue. He WAS a good kisser!

Once I easily unbuttoned and pulled Sharon's dress to her waist, I went to work on the two thin, but durable straps on my short dress. I stood up to shake free from it entirely. That's when Freddie came up for air and was treated to the sight of my all-but-naked lower torso facing him. Boldly spreading my golden-hosed legs over Sharon's head, I flashed Freddie a proud stare. Hands on my hips, I lowered my bare thighs and pussy to squat within inches of Share's face. When I reached down to unleash her jugs from the borrowed black bustier, I felt hands and fingers wrapping around my thighs.

Freddie's eyes feverously twitched from side to side, as he tore off his shirt. Scrambling to his feet, he couldn't strip out of his pants, shoes, socks, and shorts fast enough. Sharon's freshly trained tongue went to work on my pussy, as I taunted Freddie with her huge tits. Busily jacking his cock faster and faster, he paused only to straddle Sharon's torso. Now his growing erection was conveniently at a perfect sucking height. Flashing him an all-knowing smile, I eagerly let him feed it to me. With Sharon bearing down on and occasionally nibbling at my exposed clit, the sensation of Freddie's sturdy manhood took me to a mini-orgasm.

Whether it was the luscious sight of Sharon taking lesbian liberties with my labia, or a renewed familiarity from my early morning BJ, Freddie must have felt brazen enough to deep-throat me. Either way, I spread my jaw to accept a forceful face fucking. Perched precariously on my high heels; considering the powerful dual attacks on my two available orifices, I was destined to fall. Grabbing hold of Freddie's fully realized erection, I eased away from Sharon's head to lean back for support from my extended arms.

"Come here Darlin'. I need you to fuck me!" I demanded. Taking stock of his situation, Freddie went to his knees, still straddling Sharon, and scooted forward to deliver the goods. In doing so, his well-greased cock hovered directly over Sharon's equally drenched mouth. Just for a split second I wondered about her possible reaction to entertaining a stranger's boner. I say a split second; that's how long it took before Sharon gobbled up his saturated manhood. She wasn't one bit shy about it either! Taking hold of his hearty eight incher, it was obvious to me she was used to dealing with her husband's shorter, but much thicker unit. Freddie's weapon was hardly one of the mass destruction variety, but she savored every inch of it.

"I... I'll be r-right with you Baby, okay?" Freddie eked out, as Share hard-sucked him deep down her throat.

"Hey, take your time. It's all good," I replied, easing myself comfortably into the carpet for a pleasing bird's eye view.

Sharon's program came complete with audio as well, as she turned up the volume. So much so, she began dominating the lurid scene. When she nearly flipped Freddie to the floor, I knew my aspirations were to be put on hold. Now it was her turn to show off. Standing over a shocked Freddie, she wiggled free from her dress, leaving her attired in nothing more than the bustier, a pair of black thigh-highs, satin panties, and patent leather pumps.

"GOD DAMN, but you women are HOTTT!" He emphasized. I had slithered quietly to him while Sharon shed her blue dress. Jacking and sucking his reddened cock, Sharon was quick to join in. Like a pair of dynamos we took turns devouring his throbber to the hilt. "Jesus jumping CHRIST! You two keep that up much longer and there I won't have ANYthing left to fuck with!" Sweaty Freddie declared.

"Ya know, he's prolly right," Share imitated me.

"Wanna flip for him?" I asked. Almost instantaneously she and I threw Rock-Paper-Scissors. She won. "Take your time... but not TOO much time," I advised, then moved to his head.

Sharon climbed up and over Freddie in a heartbeat. The thin, dark-haired kid watched as Share lined her pussy over his waiting pole. Reaching behind her ample ass, she guided his cock easily into her trimmed pussy. Not to be left out, I spread my knees over his young face. Parting and lowering my liquid labia to his lips, I began riding his tongue almost as hard as Share was rodeo-riding his cock. Watching his flailing arms and hands blindly grasping for our boobs gave us both a short-lived chuckle. I finally reached out and pulled one to my chest. Sharon did the same, as we sinfully rode him on and on.

She must have had him for a good ten minutes until I made her reluctantly dismount him. Trading ends, I sensed he wouldn't last much longer before busting a vein. Red-faced and breathing like an out-of-breath Everest climber, he took hold of Share's thighs to ease her snatch into his mouth. Prompting his rigid cock into my impatient pussy, I gave up any pretense of romance, I began riding him hard. He was our designated carnival ride of the moment, and using/abusing him in such a coarse manner seemed only natural. Unfortunately for Fearless Freddie, his young, once rock-ready frame, was to burn out before his manhood.

Splayed out beneath us like a spirited marlin who had just lost an epic battle; his pelvis was the last body section left quivering involuntarily. Then his wondrous cock released one, long, healthy shot of semen to fill my liquefied canal. "OH GOD YES!" I verbally applauded the warm load coating my insides. Throwing my head back, Sharon knew I was reaping a reward only partially mine, considering her initial efforts. Besides the fact that I had accomplished three loads to her none; with one of those from her husband. She wouldn't walk away from this one empty-handed!

She nearly jumped from her perch aboard the Good Ship Freddie's mouth to position herself more favorably at my snatch. Poised as I was to suction the rest of his load, she stopped me in mid-stroke to retrieve his waning erection. "I'm not missing out on THIS one!" She announced, and took his cum-soaked dick in her mouth. I couldn't help but snicker, as the majority of his load leaked out of me to lather his balls.

I scooted back and off his spent body, as she voraciously licked and sucked up every tepid drop of his white spunk. Still yanking, pumping, and deep-sucking his poor handle, she obsessed over him like it was her last meal. "Whoa Baby, EASYY! Leave me something... I mean JESUS CHRIST, I've got a date tonight!" Freddie pleaded.

"Share Darlin', I think he's done Baby. Come here... give me a taste," I said, using my guiding hand to her cheek as a diversion.

"He's SO fucking yummy!" Sharon's mouth gleamed from Freddie's jism, as my other hand joined in to her face to focus on mine.

"Mmm, and it looks SO good on you. Come here," I whispered. Bringing her lips to mine, she luridly opened to share Freddie's foam.

"Man, you two kick the shit out of half of the porn on the web," young Freddie noted, as he leaned up on his elbows for a better view.

Shifting our heads from one side to the other, our tongues shared rich streams of cum and saliva, as I replied, "Only HALF Freddie?" I teased, before turning to lick Sharon's cheek from her chin to her temple.

"Ya know, I suppose I could cancel my date. I mean if you two hotties..." he started, when Sharon broke in.

"No Baby, you should go on your date. We have an escort coming to pick us up for dinner; right Barb?" Sharon suggested. I nodded.

"That's one, lucky fucker!" Freddie remarked, as he climbed to his feet to catch his breath.

"And, he'll be here in about 30, so..." I added.

"Oh my God, you're right! Jesus, where has the time gone this afternoon?" Sharon said, checking for any blatant damage in the door mirror.

"Well, one thing's for sure. You gals are definitely hot, sexy, and ready for SOME fun tonight! I mean, if you wondered... you know... what I thought." He slipped back into his nerdy self.

Sharon and I suspended a good, long laugh, until we bid him farewell. "Dear Freddie, really IS quite the stud... I mean... don't ya think... I MEAN!" I blatantly poked fun, as I bolted the door behind him.

"Yeah, gosh I MEAN to tell ya, I mean... Jesus Christ Fred! What the fuck DO you mean anyway?" Sharon joined in my rhetorical ridicule, as we re-dressed for the evening.

Sharon decided to stick with my Lady Godiva wig and I took it for granted she was now used to the black bustier. By the time we got into revitalizing our makeup the two of us were giddy again with sorority-girl excitement. Bill was understandably fifteen minutes early. We had to give him kudos for his patience, and for not asking what (or who) we had been up to all afternoon. Sporting a dinner jacket and fine pair of slacks, he was looking especially dapper.

He reacted coolly to our appearance, but I sensed from Sharon that seeing his wife, nearly unrecognizable in that platinum wig, must have registered favorably with him. I knew for sure my short, golden killer-gown had to have made quite an impression – it always does. I expected he was pacing himself. Taking the two of us on either arm like a natural-born high-roller, he marched us into Biaggios exactly at 9:00PM.