Gibbs pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat in his quiet livingroom.

"Intention", was lying on the coffee table, in front of him, where he'd thrown it. He had been a little surprised and disgusted with himself for getting excited.

His phone rang. He looked at the screen.

Abby.

"Dammit," he hissed. Then he grabbed it and picked up. "Yeah Abs."

"Hey Gibbs…" she said and then there was just silence.

"What's up?" he asked, a little impatiently.

"Ummm…I was just wondering if you read the book yet."

Gibbs felt immediately angry with her, and honestly, angry at the book.

"It's garbage," he growled.

"But did you read it? How much did you read, Gibbs?"

"Enough."

"How much?"

"Abby!"

"Okay, I can see it's upset you a little…but…you need to read it all the way through Gibbs. I think…Wendy didn't think this all the way through."

"Ya' think, Abby?" he forced himself to take a breath. "I don't need to read any more of this. It's porn for chrissake!"

"Oh. You've never read or seen porn before, Gibbs?"

Was she trying to be funny? This wasn't just porn…it was…Tony…

He sighed loudly and said nothing.

"W-well, of course you have. You're a healthy man Gibbs. Of course you've probably watched-"

"Abby!" he growled loudly at her. "I'm hanging up now."

"Wait!" she called, and he did. After a pause, she realized he was still there. "Please read it to the end. I think…you need to understand what happened and why he's so worried about this And then…a-and then talk to him."

"About this? Abby, I'm worried about him as much as you are, but-"

"I think you need to understand what's in the book, and understand more about Tony, talk to him Gibbs, and help him to take legal action to stop the book from going out to stores if it's possible. And actually, I'm thinking it's too late…But also…you need to know what's in it and tell him it's okay."

"OKAY? You – I- " she was asking the impossible. "I'm hanging up." And this time he did.

He tossed his cell on the coffee table next to the book.

If he was honest with himself, he was just a little apprehensive to open it again.

What else would he read about Tony ? What if it…turned him on again? It was disturbing and a little humiliating to be excited by the idea of Tony having sex with anyone. He shook his head to himself again, scrubbing his face with his hands.

He also had the feeling that he knew something now…that he shouldn't. How in Hell was he going to talk to DiNozzo about this? Did he even have enough Bourbon for that conversation?

"Aw, shit," he muttered as he thought about what Abby had said. Would Tony be so freaked out about an ex describing how they did it with sex toys? There had to be more to it…besides the humiliating fact she had been able to play with Tony's insecurities. But even that was…Hell, normal for people that young. Common relationship mistakes.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the book again. Damn you, Abs, he thought., knowing she was right and he needed to read some more of the piece of trash.

He sighed and opened up the book, and skimmed further into the third chapter.

It seemed like after that, Drew got a little more open minded. I guess it's because what we did in the shower was so exciting…so naughty…

He went with me to a local sex shop, and to my delight we bought several new toys, rabbit fur covered handcuffs, a paddle and a flogger. Of course, neither of us was entirely sure about it all…but it was exciting to look forward to experimenting.

Yabba yabba yabba….Gibbs skimmed past some more about the couple playing with their new toys. Until his eyes picked up on the name Justin Kimble again.

I know I shouldn't have done it. But…I couldn't help myself. Every morning at work while my students were busy copying class work assignments from the chalkboard, I would open my desk drawer and casually finger the business card with Justin Kimble's name and information on it.

I kept fantasizing about him…even with the recent fun I'd been having with Drew. I still thought about being naked with the strange lawyer…wanting him to show up one day after classes were out and take me over my desk…

And I still fantasized about having them both.

I called him. And met him for lunch.

I picked a little café' two towns away in the hopes it wouldn't get back to Drew I was seen having lunch with a strange man.

He was dressed more casually this time, and his blonde hair was loose about his shoulders. He wore a cross-over neck, military green sweater, over very worn-in, form fitting jeans. He was… almost European looking. Had a little stubble on his face, making him look all the more manly and rugged. He was gorgeous.

He smiled at me and winked behind the round glasses. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, and sit on his lap and beg him to fuck me.

Gibbs sighed heavily. And skimmed forward a little.

"Oh yeah?" he asked with a chuckle. "What else do you think about?"

"I…" my heart was pounding again in my chest, "I think about things…I shouldn't."

He leaned forward a bit, and spoke softly with those steely eyes roaming my eyes and face down to my mouth, "You think about me…kissing you…touching you…"

I closed my eyes, "Yes."

"And what else?" he asked in almost a husky whisper.

"You and my fiancée both…having sex with me." I was afraid to open my eyes and look at him Maybe he was going to be angry, or laugh. I didn't know what to expect.

And then I heard him say, "Well, I think I'd have to meet him…spend some time with you both before deciding to do something like that."

I opened my eyes and I'm sure they were wide with shock.

He laughed. "You weren't expecting that answer, were you, pretty girl?"

"N-no," I stammered, "I-I-"

I didn't know what to say. It was now a possibility I could have my fantasy come true. But the question was whether or not I could get Drew to do it without him being upset.

"Oh, Tony," Gibbs muttered sadly, "Tell me you didn't."

Gibbs skimmed forward again a bit to Chapter 4, called "Uncharted Territory". He was afraid to imagine what he would find…but was also…curious.

The dinner was set. Tonight was the night. Drew was going to meet Justin. Worlds were colliding.

"Are you really okay with this?" I asked, worrying, as I watched Drew pull on a dark blue shirt over his grey cargo pants.

He stood on the other side of the room, back still to me, but I could see his face in the dresser mirror.

He looked like he was going to his execution but turned and said, "To meet the guy…I guess fine. But…I dunno' about the other stuff, babe. I know…" he looked around for a moment and then back to me, "I know this is a big fantasy of yours…I'm just…concerned."

"About?" I asked with a raised brow as I put on my black pumps.

He walked slowly closer to me, as I stood up from sitting on the bed. He looked into my eyes, and I could see the naked vulnerability in his. "What if…what if we lose each other? Because… of this? I mean…it could change things…" He was struggling to communicate he thoughts.

"Honey, do you watch porn sometimes when I'm not home?"

"Well…that's not-"

"I know it's not the same, but, I guess my point is that we love each other, and this is just play. And if you really don't wanna do it, I'll call the whole thing off." I kept my tone and face neutral. If he was going to do it, he had to without feeling his back was against the wall.

He took a deep breath, and looking at me said, "I just…love you so much." He looked almost a little sad for a minute.

I smiled and jumped up on the bed so I was suddenly taller than him and threw my arms about his neck. And I kissed him. Deeply. And then kissed his cheeks, and his eyes and forehead. "I love you, Drew. I love you," I said, and I meant it.

Gibbs shook his head sadly. They were both so young…neither one of them seemed to have the real concept of what they were getting into…

Dinner was at a trendy Malaysian restaurant called Serai.

If I do say so, we all looked hot.

Drew in his dark blue shirt…his eyes looked just a little greyer in that color…sort of a pale evergreen. And Justin was in an ecru cableknit, his hair loose again and no glasses…did he wear contacts just to impress Drew?

I had on my black suede pumps and a tight red satin sheath dress that stopped half way down my thighs. Maybe it was overly optimistic, but I wasn't wearing any panties.

Drew seemed a little tense as he smiled and shook Justin's hand. I knew he was trying to seem cool about the situation, and in control. Even if he wasn't.

Justin smiled, and looked Drew up and down, then let go of his hand and turned to me and said, "you didn't tell me he was so beautiful."

Gibbs ignored the angry feeling that stirred in him at reading Jusin's admiration for Tony.

I saw a flush of pink rise quickly up Drew's neck to his face. And he had absolutely no idea what to say in return.

Justin chuckled a little. "You're not used to getting compliments from other guys, are you?"

Drew looked at him and snorted a little. Then he said sarcastically, "Well, the other guys in the precinct aren't much into letting on how hot they think you are."

Justin shrugged and said, "Well why don't we sit."

The waitress came and brought the menus. And we picked them up to peruse them.

Drew was fidgeting in his chair. He normally found it hard to sit still. But I could tell he was near bolting.

He put down his menu on the table, and stared at Justin. I started to get very anxious now. With Drew, the minute his face had no expression and eyes stared at someone… it meant either he had just figured something out, or was going to blow up.

I put my hand on his arm and squeezed to distract him from whatever zone he was in.

"So, Justin," he said, with an almost casual air, "you do this kind of thing often?"

Justin took his time, hearing the slight tension in Drew's tone. He lowered his menu and said, smiling, "Yeah. I eat usually every night."

Drew stared at him a moment longer and then let out a bark of laughter. And then said, "You're really funny Jay. Can I call you Jay?'

"Sure," Justin said, and then with a very intense, almost lust filled gaze he said softly,"you can call me anything you want."

"How' bout' sonofabitch pervert fuck?" Gibbs muttered hotly.

That seemed to leave Drew a little speechless again.

Justin sighed, and then turned to me and said, "I thought you said he was okay meeting me? He looks like he's going to jump out of his skin."

I opened my mouth to respond, but Drew cut me off.

"He is sitting right here. And since you're entertaining fucking his fiancée, you could at least talk to him directly."

"Alright then," Justin said, leveling a cool gaze at him. "Why did you come here tonight?"

"You know why," Drew said angrily.

This was not going well. I stood up, and said, "Maybe we should-"

"No," Drew said, as he placed a hand on my arm. He looked up at me and then to Justin. "I'm sorry. I just…this is new to me and…I'm just…"

"It's alright," Justin smiled. "I can see how important you are to each other. And…nothing is going to happen unless we are all comfortable. I have done this before, and had an ongoing thing with a couple in Virginia before I moved here. And…we were all sad I had to move for my job. I don't really know Melissa very well, and only just met you. So, I dunno' if I will want to do this either."

Drew laughed. "What, now we're not hot enough for you?"

I smiled, realizing Drew had settled down enough to at least joke a little. I sat down, rubbing my hand on Drew's shoulder.

Justin laughed again, as Drew tried to look calm. "Let's just order some food first, and then we'll do the Q and A."

Gibbs let out a staggered puff of air as he skimmed ahead through the dinner, where it seemed Justin had charmed Drew a bit, with his knowledge of movies and cinematic history. And Justin had also been sent to boarding school down south after his parents both died in a car accident when he was fourteen.

"Too much of a coincidence maybe…" Gibbs said to himself suspiciously, but kept skimming, until a paragraph caught his eye.

The three of us got drinks at the bar. Mephisto's was one of the busiest dance clubs in the city. And the music was amazing. I was already feeling the bass, swaying and wiggling a little as we stood around the dance floor. Since dinner ended up going better than I imagined, I was again feeling optimistic that I might get my wish.

We watched people dance. We got another drink. And then we hit the floor.

I always loved dancing with Drew.

Tony danced? Gibbs wondered wryly if maybe that idea was the most confounding so far.

He was lean and fluid and knew how to move. It was actually our fifth date, after going to a dance club, that we had sex for the first time. He had me so turned on, by the way he used his body, his hips, that I was out of my mind with desire for him. And tonight was no different.

Something about those lines made Gibbs' cock twitch again. He grunted at it slightly in reprimand and tried to ignore the humiliating thoughts that could surround such a reaction.

Justin stood and watched us for a while, still sipping his drink, while we moved and swayed, teasing each other. We almost forgot he was there. I think that was what Drew wanted, because after a while, grinding to the music and dragging our hands over eachother, a number of people were watching us.

He was behind me, our hips moving together to the music, and I leaned back on him as I closed my eyes and swayed…almost floating in an erotic haze…

I felt hands on my ribcage, traveling up and just brushing over the sides of my breasts, and as I opened my eyes they drifted down, following the hands as they slid off me and onto Drew's thighs. I realized suddenly, they were Justin's.

"Jesus," Gibbs said, the idea Tony had let another man touch him like that…dance with him…something in him started to boil…

He skimmed forward again, wanting to erase that image from his mind.

When we finally got home, we were all a little drunk, and horny as hell. I was still feeling amazed that Drew had gone with things the way he did.

You and I both, Gibbs thought

Drew threw his jacket down and walked into the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine.

In the mean time, Justin sat on the couch with me, and smiled warmly.

"You're both fantastic. A truly well matched couple. And you can dance! Whoee! I tell ya' what!" Justin relaxed back a bit into the cushions and put his arm up around my shoulder.

"You're not so bad yourself," I demurred.

"Oh now honey," Drew said a little loudly, "don't start without me." He placed three glasses down on the coffee table and poured the wine.

"Wouldn't dream of it honey," I said just as loudly.

He handed a glass to Justin and one to me, and sat on the floor in front of the couch, almost at my feet.

"Why don't you sit with us?" I asked.

"Oh," he said softly, "I think I just want to look at you both for a little bit…maybe…watch…"

Suddenly I understood. He had no idea how to do this. How to start it. Well, neither did I.

We both looked to Justin.

"Well," he said, putting his wineglass on the table, "Seems to me…maybe starting simple is the idea…who's up for a massage?"

Drew and I looked at each other, and of course my fiancée pointed to me and said, "She is."

I laughed. "Okay."

"Then…"Justin said slowly, and watched Drew for a reaction, "I think you should take your clothes off. But please, leave the shoes on."

I immediately felt nervous and excited all at once. To be naked in front of them both…I was getting wet already.

"Okay," I said softly, and stood up. If Drew was going to freak, I thought it might be now. But he didn't. Instead, he watched me, with his green eyes blazing.

I stood up and turned to face them both, and pulled my dress over my head.

I heard Drew gasp slightly when he realized I'd had nothing on under the dress all night.

Justin gazed at me with a little smile, and I was trembling with anticipation mixed with fear. This was uncharted territory.

"Tell me Drew," Justin said in a low voice, "what do you think about your fiancée?"

Drew looked at him, suddenly confused. "What?"

"What do you think about her?" Justin asked simply and then turned to look at him.

"I…love her," Drew swallowed, suddenly struggling to speak. He looked at me. "She's beautiful."

Justin stood, and stepped around me, placing his hands on my shoulders and slowly started to rub them. It felt good.

Drew looked away, trying to hide a scowl, and the flash of pain in his eyes…

I thought back to the shower…and decided to try and get his attention similarly. I started to touch myself, masturbate while I looked at him. If Justin had been in font of me, I don't know that I would have had the guts to do it. But for Drew, I could. And I desperately wanted him to get excited…and for this to somehow work out. Feeling Justin's hands on me…was incredibly hot. I wanted so much more…from them both.

I leaned back against his body and moaned, and that got Drew to look at me again.

I looked him in the eye as I made little circles with my fingers on my clit. My other arm reached up around Justin's neck, as he started to nip at my jaw and ear. I shivered with want.

Drew's expression was odd at first…a cross of anger and lust….and maybe a little sadness…But then Drew stood up, and walked over and seemed oblivious to Justin as he kissed me.

And suddenly I was in a haze…

I had two sets of hands all over me, caressing, pinching, trailing between my ass cheeks and thighs.

"God…" I moaned, and I felt Drew pause for a moment as I writhed in earnest against Justin behind me. And then he took off his clothes.

"Shit, DiNozzo…" Gibbs breathed.

Once his hands were on me again, I felt Justin also pause and step away behind me to disrobe.

I should stop reading this, Gibbs thought. But…he didn't want to.

After a moment I felt Justin's hot skin against the back of my body as Drew leaned down to take one of my nipples between his teeth.

I gasped, and then made a desperate, needy sound as I felt a finger enter me from behind.

I moaned more loudly as the finger was joined by another, and then both pushed in and out of my slick channel. "Oh!" I cried out.

And then I reached out for Drew, for his beautiful cock, now rock hard, and stroked it. I could feel his body trembling as much as mine was. I was relieved he had gotten excited by all this.

I leaned down as he watched me with intensity, and took the head into my mouth. He shuddered and his hips moved a little.

Before I could do any more, Justin murmured, lets take this to the couch before we all fall over…"

Drew backed up and sat, while I got on the couch on my hands and knees, and stuck my face in Drew's lap. Justin got behind me, caressing my back and ass, and kneeled in back of me while I heard him doing something.

He had stooped and grabbed a condom out of his jeans and was opening it.

I quickly looked at Drew, who was turning colors again, chest starting to heave. I took his dick and sucked it all the way into my mouth and throat. I heard him gasp and felt his body arch, and I dragged my mouth and tongue up and down his salty skin, and tugged a little on his balls resting on the ankle of his folded leg.

I stopped just for a moment and murmured, "Up…kneel…" and Drew shifted so he was kneeling on the couch, facing Justin.

I continued to lick and suck Drew, while I could feel Justin fingering my pussy again. God, I was going to crack in half when I came.

"Mmmmmmhhh" I moaned around Drew's shaft, and then yelped when suddenly I felt Justin push himself inside me. He was even bigger than Drew! I hadn't really even gotten a good look at his dick but it was filling me completely and I groaned in mind-bending pleasure as he grabbed my hips and started to thrust.

I sucked and sucked on Drew…feeling his fingers on one of my nipples, pinching…pulling.

One of Justin's hands left my hip, and I heard Drew mutter a warning, as Justin reached out to touch him…

I didn't worry about it. I couldn't. I was caught up in the lust, the heat, the absolute feeling I was a glorious sex toy being used by two men. It was…incredible.

I began to moan uncontrollably, feeling the distant buzz of my orgasm starting to build, my pussy getting wetter and wetter with every thrust of Justin's beast inside me.

I added my hand to my mouth on Drew as I moaned, twisting…stroking, next to my lips. And now he started to moan too.

That's when Justin succeeded in stroking Drew's chest with his hand…pinching a nipple.

Both Drew's hands were on my shoulders…and now I was getting so close I started to sob with the need to cum.

I let Drew's cock pop out of my mouth for a moment and grunted out darkly, "Fuck my face!"

Drew gasped and made a little whimper of a sound as he quickly grabbed the back of my hair and did just that…

"Such a bad little girl…" I heard Justin murmur. "Letting two men fuck her…I'm gonna' cum in that hot pussy of yours sweetheart…" his thrusts came harder and I think we were all getting close.

All I knew then, is that with the addition of putting my own hand back to my clit, and feeling the huge cock and balls slamming into me from behind, I was almost there. I sucked harder for a moment as Drew shoved his dick in and out of my mouth, and then the octave of my noises went up and up…

Both men knew I was about to lose it completely, and they were mercilessly rutting into my orifices as they approached their releases as well.

I choked and screamed around Drew's cock, and my vision exploded with white as I had the strongest orgasm of my entire life. My whole body felt like it was pulsing over and over, and I could feel Justin's cock swell in me impossibly bigger and then still, painfully throbbing into the condom.

I was faint and dizzy ad my own spasms slowed, and I sucked Drew in earnest, since he had still not come and was moaning softly above me.

Hard and fast now with my shaking hand, his hips moving faster and faster…I heard him grunt, and gasp a little, and then…nothing…

His body started to tense, shuddering, and I knew he was about to cum, so I sat back, stroking harder with my hands, getting quite a shock when I saw above me that Justin had grabbed Drew's head, pulling them together, and they were locked in a crazed, desperate kiss. Drew cried out into Justin's mouth as he came all over my face.

"FUCK!" Gibbs yelled, throwing the book across his living room furiously, as it knocked over a lamp.

He clenched his sweating hands, forcing himself to calm his breathing…and ignore the stain of precum that had leaked through his jeans.