The next day Zoe walked into the Lightman Group to find Gillian and a tiny, but familiar, set of eyes looking at her. She smiled at the little one and waited for Gillian to finish the conversation she was having before making herself known.

"It's a good start but we need more on this, Torres. If you look into Peters, you'll find what we're looking for."

"I know but look at this," she said, opening the file again. "Contempt, clear as day and if we stop looking into him, we might miss something."

"I see the point you're trying to make, and while that is contempt, it's just not what we're looking for. Ask Lightman if you want a second opinion," she said, flashing one of her famous mom looks according to Torres, because Gillian knew the woman didn't need a second opinion.

"I'll have Loker look into Peters," Torres said, knowing her boss was right.

Gillian turned around to go back to her office and stopped short in front of Zoe. "Hi, Zoe." Realizing she had Emily in her arms again, she continued, "I'm sorry, I promise she isn't always with me."

Gillian felt bad because she really did try to figure something out for Emily however, with Anna sick and the baby feeling extra clingy, she couldn't even pass her over to Cal without an explosion of tears.

"It's fine," Zoe laughed. "I've had a nanny get sick multiple times over the years; I understand."

"Thank you," she smiled and signaled she needed a minute. "Hey Torres," she called out.

The woman turned around and walked a bit closer, "What's up?"

"Can you send Lightman to my office please?"

"Sure."


Gillian led Zoe to her office again and was feeling a bit of déjà vu. "We've already started, and I can confidently say three of the people on your list are in the clear."

"Who didn't make the cut?" Zoe feared the worst; she was serious yesterday when telling Gillian this case could literally make or break her career—it wasn't just about the promotion anymore, this went to an entirely different level when she found out it was possible she'd be out of a job at the state department if this went south.

"I can see you're nervous, and while your feelings are valid, I want you to know we're going to help you win your case, Zoe. Regarding who…"

"The son," Cal announced, walking right into his wife's office and smiling at his daughter who was always super excited to see her.

Zoe turned her head and saw a man standing in the doorway. "This is my husband, Dr. Cal Lightman."

"Nice to meet you," Zoe said, extending her hand.

Cal wasted no time telling the woman why the son was going to cause issues during trial even though Gillian was the one to do the questioning with him. Cal hasn't even met him yet, however, he will because Gillian had called him back into the office and he'd be back tomorrow.

This oftentimes happened when the married couple didn't work the same cases—Gillian spent a lot of time working with Loker when Cal was training Torres and even though the training had only lasted for her first year, they worked cases a lot together because the training never really ended.

After Cal explained everything, he headed out because his phone was ringing and didn't want to be rude. He knew his wife could have handled everything by herself, however, wanted to help her because she's had a clingy Emily all day.

"I can't believe you were able to accomplish so much already, it's only 1pm."

"You have a trial to finish prepping for and if you don't have all the facts, prepping becomes nearly impossible."

"I appreciate you and your husband doing this so quickly."

"Absolutely. As you heard from him, we haven't finished yet, but we should have all the answers you need by the end of the day tomorrow. I can give you a call or you can stop by again, whatever is easier for you."

Zoe pulled out her calendar to see which would be best and after looking at her day, said she could stop by. Once again, she said goodbye to the mother daughter duo and left the office feeling relieved. You never want to jinx yourself before trial however, she was feeling great about her odds.


The next day Gillian was relieved Anna was better and Emily didn't protest that much when she left her with the nanny in the playroom. Don't get her wrong, Gillian loves Emily more than anything but keeping the baby with her all day makes things a bit difficult when it's not a paperwork day.

Gillian knew Damien, Victor's son and Clara's stepson, was coming back today in about 45 minutes and Clara would be arriving any minute. Cal wanted to speak with the woman because finding out everything before the trial began meant it would be nearly impossible to lie on the stand because they'd know.

Cal was most interested in knowing what Clara said about the relationship Damien claimed there was between the two of them. He knew one of them was lying seeing as their answers didn't match and it was clear Torres and Loker had already placed a bet on who they believed to be lying.


Cal had filled his wife in on the plan and Gillian was perfectly fine with it—they told Clara the plan because she was a necessary part of it and then the couple figured out the best signal that wouldn't tip Damien off.

Knowing Cal had already taken Clara to his office, Gillian brought Damien in to proceed with their plan. "He has a few more follow up questions," she said, making her entry known to her husband.

"Okay," Damien responded, following Gillian towards Cal's desk, eyes immediately going wide when he and Gillian turned towards the sounds coming from the left.

Torres had followed to get a read on Damien however, that quickly turned into a read of Gillian because she wasn't filled in on the plan. Torres was completely shocked and became mad at Cal for putting his wife through this when they pretty much just had a baby.

Gillian was watching her husband make out with Clara and had to force herself not to bite her lip at the sight. She knew without a doubt she'd be very happy to see this again but, in their bedroom, and could tell Cal felt the same way.

Damien took a bit longer to process before freaking out as Torres continued looking at Gillian—she didn't see any shock which made her believe Gillian knew however, figured she'd see the slightest bit of disgust, or any type of negative emotion. What Torres saw though was a hint of arousal as Gillian's eyes dilated which caused her a lot of confusion.

Gillian was almost annoyed Damien freaked out because it forced her to have to stop thinking about the three of them together and focus on pretending she was just as shocked as Damien. Luckily for her, Clara went after him leaving Cal, Torres and herself watching them fight, followed by Clara slapping Damien in the face.

"Woah, woah, woah," Cal yelled.

"Enough!" Gillian screamed at the same time as her husband. She walked forward and gave Damien a shove to get him out of Clara's face. "Let's go," she said, shoving him yet again on their way down the hallway so she could force him to leave.

"I'm a little surprised you only slapped him, you are a 'notorious murderer'," Cal laughed.

Clara was laughing too; Cal had already told her he knew she was innocent, which made her feel better because he was the expert witness at trial. He and his wife also proved Damien was lying and because he knew he was fucked, Clara didn't worry about him being put on the stand anymore.

As Clara and Cal went back into his office, Torres went to talk to Gillian. What she missed when almost running towards the elevator was the compliment Clara gave Gillian, followed by a conversation Cal would never have with anyone nearby. "She's a beautiful woman."

"She's my everything," Cal smiled. "The mother of my daughter, my best friend, the most beautiful woman in the world, my better half, and…"

The conversation continued and Clara's eyes went wide at the admission he made about himself and his wife. Cal watched the arousal form on Clara's face and could not wait to tell Gillian the amazing news.


Gillian felt extremely excited to go back into her husband's office but stopped short as Torres almost ran into her. "I need to talk to you," Ria rushed out.

"Okay, what's up?"

"Not here," she said, looking around. "Can we go to your office?"

Gillian agreed and they went to her office. She had no idea why Torres was so upset, meaning, she never would have guessed the reason why either—it was the last thing she ever would have guessed though.

"Did you know he was going to do that?"

"Damien?" Gillian questioned and then answered. "We knew he wouldn't be thrilled…"

"No, not Damien. Lightman! Did you know he was going to kiss Clara?"

"I did. Torres, we're married—although we don't make it known to our clients, we always know what the other will or might do. I appreciate your concern, it's sweet, but not necessary."

Gillian started to walk out of the office when Torres of course had a follow-up thought. "Are you sure? You looked a bit…"

Gillian turned around after rolling her eyes, hoping she could prevent Torres from saying the rest of the thoughts she was clearly having trouble with. "If you were reading me, something we don't do to each other in this office, it means you were not looking at the micro expressions Damien made which is what you were supposed to write up a report on."

"I…" Torres stopped when she saw the look on Gillian's face. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not the one who asked you for the report. Go finish the others you have sitting on your desk please," Gillian finished, walking out of her office and into Emily's playroom.

Torres was left standing in Gillian's office and felt badly because her boss was right—they barely have any rules in the office but the few they do were important and there for a reason. Torres was questioning whether she actually saw arousal in Gillian's eyes because she knows how madly in love Cal and Gillian are which meant there obviously was nothing to see from her boss because Torres never would have guessed what the couple actually did.


Gillian checked on Emily and when she realized it was almost naptime, nursed her to sleep. When the baby was in her bassinette and sleeping peacefully, she went into her husband's office.

"Hi love," Cal smiled. Gillian walked over and sat on the arm of his chair, his arm wrapping around her, hand landing on her thigh. "Did Em go down alright?"

"She did," Gillian smiled. She loved how much Cal cared about their daughter, not caring what was going on or what he was in the middle of to make sure Emily had eaten, went down for a nap, woke up from a nap…whatever it was, he always asked.

Clara had been talking with Cal and couldn't help but smile while listening to the parents talking about their daughter when a minute ago, she and Cal were going over the few ground rules they had. The ever so private Gillian made sure the women they invited into their home, or hotel, knew and respected the rules she and Cal had.

Cal's face showed Clara was good with everything which made her feel very aroused knowing the thoughts she was having watching them kiss earlier would happen. "Me too love," he said out loud, knowing what she wanted.

Turning to face Clara, he chuckled. "I know she didn't say anything." Clara was shocked again—her lawyer hired very intelligent people.

"I'll never understand how you two do that," Clara said for the third or fourth time since yesterday. She then told them about the special night she gave her late husband for his birthday almost 10 years ago, making it known she's had a similar night to the one they'd have after the trial.

One of the couples' rules when they enjoyed the company of a woman they met during a case was to wait until it was over before enjoying her in their bedroom—they realized that Clara wasn't the one to actually hire them, Zoe did, however, the rule still applied.

Other times, the woman themselves have hired them hence why they waited until afterwards; it just made things…cleaner.

"You know we're not filming, right?" Cal asked. They have spoken about it in the past however, that would be something they would like to talk about at length for it to take place.

"Oh, I know," Clara exclaimed. "I meant 10 years ago...it's just something, I didn't mean…"

"We know what you meant, Clara," Gillian voiced. "Don't we, honey."

Cal nodded; he enjoyed giving people a hard time to see what they would do. Clara rambled and tried to backtrack what she said, which he always found to be the funniest. He didn't like getting in trouble by his wife though, so he quickly nodded his head agreeing with her.


By the end of day four, Zoe happily handed Gillian, who brought Emily in because the woman liked her so much, a sizable check for the Lightman Group's services. She had won her trial and was on her way to getting the promotion she had worked so hard for, and truly deserved.

Day four also represented the night the couple and Clara were so excited for. Clara had their numbers but was told not to use them until the trial was over, causing her to have to patiently wait. Gillian received a text message when Zoe was in her office and waited until the woman left to read it.

I've been thinking about you all day, can't wait to undress you tonight. ; )

Gillian wore a smirk into her husband's office, handing over her phone so he could see the message. "Naughty, naughty girl."

They shared a laugh, and she sent a message back after discussing with Cal what they agreed to be best. Things were different with a baby—Emily was still too young to know what was going on, even too young to remember Clara the next day however, the parents needed to talk about things before replying.

With the text sent, Gillian and Cal finished their work for the day and then left when Emily woke up because it was best to let her sleep uninterrupted in her bassinette. Cal and Gillian understood how sexy being a parent was in their partner because, duh, they are parents; they also understood how people who aren't parents don't always think the same thing though.

Cal saw something in Clara when he and Gillian were talking about Emily together in their office the other day though and agreed due to the time Clara spent in the office, it would be okay. Because of this, Clara was coming over for dinner and not just for drinks and fun.


"Hey love, can you get that please?" Cal called out from the kitchen after hearing the doorbell.

He was in the middle of making dinner which normally wouldn't stop him however, the timer had just gone off. Gillian never minded though, just because they have a baby doesn't mean she can't do anything around the house anymore. Cal knew Gillian was capable, he just didn't want her to have to do anything when he was home and could handle it.

Emily was already in her pjs because bath time came before dinner tonight. Gillian picked her up and off they went to answer the door. While the baby was in her pjs, Gillian had changed into something sexier than she would ever wear to the office, and something Cal nearly drools over every time.

Swinging open the door Clara felt a mix of emotions. She kept bouncing between feelings of arousal seeing Gillian and happiness seeing how adorable Emily is. Gillian could tell the blunt texter was becoming increasingly shy which she found cute.

"Please come in," she said, stepping back allowing the blonde to enter their home.

"Your home is gorgeous," Clara said, taking everything in. Gillian hired an interior designer when they bought the house because this was their forever home and she wanted things to be perfect.

Open concept, breathtaking kitchen because that's where they spend so much of their time, modern with a touch of something unique to them. They had archways lined with books which made things look elegant and chic. You could tell Gillian took over with the design, but everyone knew Cal wouldn't dare interject with anything his wife wanted.

"Thank you," she smiled. "Let's head towards…"

"BA-BA-BA-MA-DA-BA," Emily screamed, cutting her mother off.

Clara saw Gillian wince and knew it was because the baby just screamed in her ear, "Hello to you too, sweetie."

Emily giggled and threw her head back when Gillian tickled her causing the women to laugh as well. For someone so professional and private at work, Gillian felt more comfortable than ever when they had women over—it did feel a bit different with Emily however, Clara didn't seem to mind in the least.

The next thing the mother knew, Emily was crawling over towards Clara who was also sitting on the floor with them and began climbing into her lap. Clara smiled and lifted Emily up after Gillian nodded—if her daughter was comfortable, who was she to stop it.

"Hi sweet girl, you're so pretty, aren't you? Just like your mommy, huh?"

"And her daddy," Cal said, standing behind Gillian now, hands on her shoulders. Clara laughed a little bit and then smirked.

"Nope, pretty like her mommy."

Cal shook his head, "And here I was coming in to see if you wanted more wine."

"Refill her glass honey," Gillian chimed in. Knowing Emily was going through such a clingy stage, she truly wanted to see how long this would last—it's been a long few months of Emily whining, crying, sometimes even screaming when in anyone's arms besides Gillian and Cal with the occasional comfort of Anna when she had to.

Gillian was tempted to stop working until this clinginess stopped but because they are the business owners and the work still gets done with Emily in her arms, she stayed at the office. She does know it doesn't look great carrying her around all day, but Emily will always come first.

Emily heard mommy's voice and turned back to look at her, making sure she didn't move, then looked back at Clara and babbled waving her giraffe around in the woman's face. Clara didn't seem to mind, playing along by making funny faces at the baby.

Gillian and Cal couldn't help but think how sexy the blonde looked playing with Emily—the couple could tell the other one was thinking the same exact thing and made a face to show each other how great and odd it was at the same time.

With a shrug, Gillian looked back at them, and Cal went to refill Clara's glass. About 20 minutes later, they were sitting at the table eating. Sure, they've eating dinner with a few of the women in the past however, it was normally after they've slept together.

Due to the nature of Clara's case, they were able to spend more time with her than anyone they've ever had over in the past so dinner seemed okay—normally it's just drinks but they left it up to Clara, giving her the option to come for dinner, or come after Emily went to bed for drinks.


After Emily went to sleep, they settled back in the living room—Cal will forever be thankful to Gillian for the interior designer because their living room could be transformed with the flip of a switch to 'mood lighting'.

They were sitting on the couch, Gillian in the middle leaning somewhat against Cal so they could both face Clara who was sitting more on the middle cushion to be close. Conversation flowed easily between the three of them, never having any awkward silence; it was so natural, as if they'd known Clara for years.

"I can't do this anymore," Clara announced, taking the glass of grape juice from Gillian and placing her own glass and Gillian's on the table. Leaning forward, her lips crashed into Gillian's, the brunette grabbing the blondes' shoulders at first to steady them.

She moved her hands down Clara's arms and then grabbed her hips pulling the blonde closer, loving the moan from Clara. The next thing the blonde knew, she was in Gillian's lap, her arms lazily wrapped around her neck as they made out.

Cal loved watching his wife with another woman—he's a man, of course he loves it but what makes it 10x's better is how much Gillian truly loves being with another woman and watching her husband with another woman. Has Cal mentioned how perfect his wife is?

Cal leaned forward and squeezed Gillian's hip and tugged on her earlobe with his teeth, getting a moan in response. As Gillian grabbed onto Clara's ass, the blonde was squeezing Gillian's breasts—their kisses were frenzied and they were thinking the same thing, "Clothes…o-off, get this…off…now," Clara shakily breathed out.

These evenings always started one of two ways; Cal enjoyed watching and waited to be invited in, or joined in on his own…or Gillian watched and then joined in. To be honest, Cal loved watching because he found it unbelievably sexy.


They barely got upstairs before Clara and Gillian's shirts were gone, Cal catching them when they were thrown—getting into their bedroom, Gillian nearly slammed Clara against the wall loving the moan from the blonde and saving that little tidbit of information for later.

Sexy lace bras were tossed, pants gone next, leaving them in thongs and panting against each other and their hands wandered. Cal had lost his shirt and pants, hand in his boxers stroking himself while watching how freakin' sexy his wife and Clara were together.

Gillian slipped her hand into Clara's silk panties and groaned at how wet she was—don't get her wrong, having sex with her husband was the most perfect thing in the world but there was just something special about being with another woman.

"Fuck," Clara moaned, her hands flat against the wall, as Gillian circled her clit.

"Does that feel good?" Gillian asked, getting another moan in return as she slipped two fingers inside the blonde. "You talk a big game," she said, referring to all the texts Clara had sent to her. "Thought you'd be in control, didn't you?"

All Clara could do was moan, her head falling onto Gillian's shoulder. The fingers inside her were hitting just right and she was embarrassingly close already. Gillian turned her head to see Cal sitting in one of the chairs they had in their bedroom, his dick rock hard in his hand as he continued stroking himself.

Gillian's mouth watered; she felt Clara clenching around her fingers and already knew how perfect her husband felt stretching her, she could almost feel him inside her already. Moaning, Cal knew it was time for him to join the fun.

He yanked his boxers off and walked up behind his wife, wrapping his arms around his wife to grab Clara's hips. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Clara breathed out.

Gillian moaned feeling Cal's dick against her as he smacked her ass. "Are you going to cum around my fingers?" she asked the blonde.

"Y-yes." Clara could barely respond, she felt like she was going to explode; her heart was nearly beating out of her chest, and she felt her stomach coiling: orgasm fast approaching.

Cal will never forget how shocked he was the first time he and Gillian slept together—she was so vocal, and he loved every minute of it; they were both extremely vocal and when they had nights like tonight, always made sure they knew what the woman was okay with, what was off limits, etc. It's important to know.

"She's about to cum love," Cal said, biting his wife's earlobe again. "I think you should make her work for it."

Clara whimpered as Gillian slowed her fingers; Cal and Gillian loved working together like this, also loved seeing the woman beg for their release while watching the couple get theirs.

Cal reached between his wife's legs, pushing them apart a bit, slipping his fingers right into her wet heat. "Oh fuck, love."

Gillian moaned, keeping a steady pace with her fingers that kept disappearing into Clara's pussy. "Nothing but a whimpering mess," Gillian panted as Cal picked up the pace. "So pathetic," she tsked and Clara whimpered again.

This was so much better than the dreams she's had of the sexy couple and the night was just beginning. Cal pulled his fingers out of his wife and shoved them into Clara's mouth, "Quit whimpering and suck."

He then grabbed his dick, lined it up with his wife's entrance, and filled her up. Gillian's head fell against Clara, and they all moaned—with Gillian's head on her shoulder, Clara was able to kiss Cal, groaning into his mouth as Gillian added a third finger into her while the fourth rubbed her clit.

The dirty talk was unexpected to Clara but was part of what made this so unbelievably sexy. "Your dick was made for my pussy," Gillian moaned, her tongue circling Clara's nipple. She felt the blonde clenching around her fingers again and knew she was close.

"Yes, it is, love. Your pussy feels so good," Cal grunted, picking up the pace.

"I'm going to…uh fuck," Clara moaned.

Gillian picked up her head so she and Cal could watch the blonde come undone. Suddenly she felt Clara's body go stiff and they watched her mouth open as her eyes rolled back into her head. Cal was still pounding his wife forcing Gillian's fingers deeper and deeper into Clara.

When her orgasm ended, Clara grabbed Gillian's face and pulled her in, kissing the brunette like her life depended on it. She pulled back and watched Gillian, the way they just watched her. Clara couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as Gillian grabbed her breasts, this was so damn perfect.

"Fuck love, I'm about to fill you up."

Gillian moaned in response and then came, hard. Her head flew back against Cal's shoulder and her pussy clenched around his dick, milking him for everything he's worth. He grunted, filling his wife with his seed, it always felt so amazing painting her insides. Clara moaned watching them and could not wait for more.


Clara was suddenly in between Gillian's legs with her ass in the air, eating Gillian out as Cal lined himself up again. This time, he was wearing a condom because it was one of their rules', something Clara was fine with.

Clara fell forward as Cal stretched her, and Gillian ran her fingers through her hair at first before grabbing a fistful and yanking her head back. "Lick the sweet cream out of my wife's pussy, love," Cal said sternly, once he saw Gillian had Clara where she wanted her.

Feeling Cal pounding her the same way he was pounding his wife was magic to Clara; then she tasted how delicious Gillian was mixed with the sweet cream inside her, Clara was already clenching around Cal while rocking her hips back.

Cal smacked her ass and pulled out letting Gillian speak this time. "So needy," Gillian tsked, clicking her tongue and pulling Clara's hair again. "You're so desperate to cum already," she stopped, moaning again at the tongue inside her pussy. "You won't get to until I do though."

Cal plunged back into Clara causing her tongue even further into Gillian. She started working double time to make Gillian cum because the woman was right, she is desperate and needy. A few minutes later, Clara was in awe watching Gillian come undone screaming her name—it was so fucking sexy.

She was then pulled up Gillian's body so they could kiss, Cal moving with them so Gillian could hold Clara close as he fucked her. Their lips brushed as their breasts pressed together and Gillian could feel Clara's heart beating nearly out of her chest. Gillian's tongue parted Clara's lips, deepening the kiss even further, swallowing the moans coming from the blonde.

Hearing Cal talk dirty to both of them nearly tipped Gillian over the edge even though she was only kissing Clara, feeling her body against her own as her husband fucked the blonde. Clara started to clench Cal's dick and then she was suddenly coming undone again.

Her body became heavier against Gillian as Cal pulled out, but she was quickly sitting on the brunettes' face as Cal lead her up there so he could ditch the condom and fuck his wife again and wasted no time lining himself up at Gillian's entrance.

Gillian's tongue slipped through Clara's slick, wet heat and they all moaned. Clara reached behind her and rubbed Gillian's clit while kissing Cal—she was still in shock that this was really happening, not to mention how amazing it felt, and how skilled these two were during a threesome. It was incredibly sexy.

Clara came first, followed by Gillian, then Cal spilled himself inside his wife once again, continuing to thrust as she milked him dry. Clara collapsed down next to Gillian, resting her head against Gillian's breast as Cal pulled out and laid down next to his wife, kissing her gently.


"Holy shit," Clara said after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

Cal and Gillian laughed a bit as Gillian ran her fingers through her blonde hair, pulling it a bit so they could share a sweet kiss. She knew her husband wanted to get up and let him know that was fine—Clara immediately asked where he was going and Gillian soothed the blonde, "He'll be back, don't worry."

Clara was now propped up on Gillian's chest and she could tell the blonde wanted something but was too afraid to ask. "What is it?"

They spoke about the rules in Cal's office, spoke about limits in the living room, however, there were still some uncertainties. Clara honestly felt really cherished, safe, and comfortable with Gillian and Cal; sure, she kissed Cal first for the case but when she told Cal how beautiful Gillian was, she meant it and more.

"Can I…" Clara suddenly felt very shy laying naked and practically on top of Gillian. Hearing the shower running, she knew it was going to be a bit of time before Cal was back, so she just figured she'd ask. "Can we…do we need to wait…"

Gillian understood and kissed Clara, running her hands up and down the blonde's body and pulling her so Clara was now straddling Gillian. Clara was very happy this was allowed—she didn't know if they had a rule where Cal needed to be there too or not. The couple had discussed this and as long as they were open and honest about it, neither minded.

Cal opened the bathroom door and saw his wife had flipped them over and was now eating Clara's pussy as the blonde squirmed, Gillian trying to keep her hips still as she ate her out. They both felt the bed dip and Gillian smirked against Clara's pussy knowing those dang hips would now keep steady with her husband helping.

Clara came with a strangled cry, pulling Gillian up onto her so she could taste herself on the brunettes' lips. Cal never took these things personally and watched it happen, stroking his fingers through his wife's hair as the women kissed.

Ten minutes later, Gillian was settled in between her husband and Clara after checking on Emily—she was so thankful they put soundproofing in their room for nights like these, and for nights that it was just she and Cal…they could get just as loud.

Goodnights were said, kisses were had, and before the couple knew it, Clara was sound asleep. "She's going to sleep like a baby tonight," Gillian laughed.

"Yes she is, love. Yes, she is."

The couple kissed for a while, cherishing each other the way they always do after Cal makes it known she's always and forever the most beautiful woman in the world to him. "I love you so much, Gill."

"I love you too, babe," Gillian said, holding his face sweetly. She laid against his chest, feeling beyond loved, forever safe, protected, and incredibly peaceful.


About 45 minutes later, Clara was still sleeping, and the couple had worked each other up again. She made sure the blanket that was always on the end of the bed was wrapped against Clara as the covers were pushed down and then straddled her husband.

She got comfortable before reaching between her legs and taking his dick in her hand. He was fully hard now, hot and slick in her palm. Before she could sit on him, however, a sleepy blonde said something, catching them off guard.

"You guys have a baby," Clara mumbled.

Gillian and Cal exchanged a look and then looked back at the blonde. "Yeah…we do have a baby," she said, her husbands dick still in her hand.

"How are you still awake? Baby's wake up early," Clara said, lifting her head up off the pillow a bit as she took in the sight before her. "You're ready again…how?"

Cal's hands were still cupping his wife's breasts and he instinctually squeezed again, hearing Gillian moan as they tried to formulate a response for the sleepy blonde. Feeling her husband twitch in her hand, Gillian lined herself up and sank down onto his dick, groaning as she became full again.

"Look at her. I'm always ready when it comes to my wife," Cal responded, knowing Gillian was trying so hard not to move as his hands moved to her ass, giving it a light smack.

Through hooded eyes, Clara nodded in agreement. "I get that. I'm going to watch." After letting them know her plan, her eyes closed again causing the couple to laugh.

Squeezing her ass again, he started guiding her rhythm as she rode him; their kisses became messy and distracted but they didn't care, it felt too good. Cal panted into her open mouth, and she grinned. Gillian loved how easily he fell apart when he was inside her. Her stoic husband was reduced to a clutching, gasping mess.

Straightening her arms, Gillian looked down her body to where they were connected, watching as she bounced on his dick. It disappeared into her again and again, hitting deep and making her melt. She was so lost in the moment that she almost forgot about Clara.

Looking over at the blonde, Gillian was met with dark blue eyes. Clara was watching them, bottom lip caught between her teeth. Movement caught Gillian's attention and she looked further down Clara's body to see the blanket moving.

"Are y-you…touch-hing yourself," Gillian panted, causing Cal to look over too.

She sat up fully, resting her hands on Cal's thighs, arching her back. Nodding unashamedly, Clara kicked off the blanket, making sure Gillian was watching as she pushed two fingers into herself.

"I like watching," Clara murmured, covering her breast with her free hand.

Gillian and Cal understood, as they like watching too. Knowing they had an audience, they put on a show. Gillian started riding him again, listening to her husband talk dirty to her.

Between what Cal was saying and watching Gillian bouncing on top of his dick, Clara came all over her fingers that Gillian pulled into her mouth so she could taste her. When Cal covered his wife's breasts and teased her nipples, Gillian came hard as he spilled inside her for the third time.

The three of them were absolutely exhausted now and when Gillian settled in the middle of them again, they all fell asleep this time. What an amazing freakin' night.