We start with Grissom's point of view.

When Gabby touched Sara, she didn't feel like an intruder to me; she felt like an extension of me. Because she was touching Sara for the first time, I swear I could feel this burst of electricity course through me from Gabby. When I looked into her hazel eyes, we seemed to be locked together in one need. We both wanted to be with Sara; to feel her; to satisfy her.

I drank in the sight of Gabby caressing Sara. I could see goose bumps spring up on Sara's skin from Gabby's touch. My wife eagerly explored Gabby's body as my eyes hungrily watched. I could tell Gabby wanted more.

As a man, maybe I should have felt like a third wheel or emasculated because this woman was an intruder. Lovemaking is a sanctuary for Sara and me. But Gabby was no intruder. Maybe I should have pulled back and allowed the two of them to share something more than Sara and I could have ever achieved together, but I wanted us to have more.

God, I wanted to fuck.

After removing Sara's panties, I delved two fingers into her folds. Sara had been so focused on sucking Gabby's tits that she voiced surprise. She was so wet and I was so ready, but now was not the time. There was no doubt that Sara needed to be savored.

I made sure I coated my fingers liberally with Sara's excitement, and that Gabby witnessed every movement I made. Her body swayed as Sara continued to suck her, rub her, and her mouth hung open with obvious desire.

I removed my fingers and trailed the slight wetness along Sara's soft stomach. I whispered into Sara's ear, "God, Sara, I want to taste you, but Gabby hasn't had the pleasure."

Just as I finished speaking, I felt Gabby grab my hand and suck Sara's wetness off my fingers. I fucked her mouth with my fingers, then withdrew them to return to Sara's sex.

When my hand made its way again down Sara's body, Gabby's finger wrapped with mine and together we entered Sara. I watched Gabby as she viewed her finger slide in and out of Sara. We withdrew our joined fingers and I lifted my own to Sara's breasts. I liberally coated Sara's nipples with her own juices and Gabby eagerly sucked.

"Oh God, Gil!" Sara exclaimed, her voice heavy and needy.

They were driving me mad with desire. I wanted them both naked and in bed with me. I put my hands upon Gabby's face and drew her to my mouth. I could taste my musky essence upon her lips and I could feel her need. I was cocooned by them both, but I was the only one naked.

That needed to change.

I turned to face Gil and captured his mouth. I only had to whisper one word to him, "Now," and he understood what I wanted. He quickly slipped out of his clothing with heat burning in his eyes. He kissed me, almost savagely, which only ignited a savage response from me. I craved his naked body against mine.

But I also craved Gabby's skin against my own.

I turned around again, and placed my hand upon her pants and took them off for her. I could feel her breathing quicken, and I watched as Grissom moved from behind me to behind her. He put his strong hands on her shoulders, which seemed to immediately calm her and stimulate her at the same time. I turned around again and simply removed Gabby's pants and before she could say word, I kissed her again.

As they both stood still, I traced a path along both her breasts with my middle finger. Delicately I felt the natural curves of her body. I traced the same path with my tongue, reveling in the delicious spice of her skin and then I slowly sank to my knees. I hooked my thumbs on the sides of her panties, drew them down and tossed them aside. God, her legs felt so smooth and firm. She had just shaved, and it seemed that she put lotion on them. I could smell orange and ginger again. Most of all, I could smell her arousal.

I closed my eyes and placed a soft kiss upon her. I felt her thighs tremble under the pads of my fingers. I looked up to see Gil peppering kisses along her collarbone.

I kissed her again and again, and I felt the same reaction and heard a whimper. She wanted more. And so did I. I blew on her clit and then took the tip of my tongue along her lips. Her essence and her reactions made me move my tongue boldly and freely along her. As I did, I felt her fingers running through my hair. I saw Gil as he moved his hands up and down her arms. I could feel his gaze, hot and sensual, bore into me as I continued to feast. I drew her lips into my mouth and massaged them with my tongue.

"OH, GOD!" Gabby exclaimed. She lifted her hands above her head and into Gil's hair. Her body began to rock, and I could imagine Gil pressing his hard cock against her ass, pushing her sex into my waiting mouth. Back and forth we went pushing Gabby against each other and over the edge. Just thinking of Gil pressed against her made the moment more erotic for me.

I could tell Gabby was on the edge. Her moaning and movements became more urgent. I looked up and saw Gil's hands upon her breasts. I knew exactly what she was feeling. It excited me. I wanted to take her over the edge.

I plunged two fingers inside Gabby's warmth and returned my mouth to her clit. The sound of her voice as she screamed in pleasure enticed me to continue. As Gil kneaded her breasts and spoke hushed words to her, she came into my mouth.

I wanted to continue this in bed, so I shoot up to face them both. With her juices on my mouth I wasn't sure who I wanted to kiss first. But with his right hand on Gabby's breast, Grissom used his left hand to pull me into a kiss. We pulled away and locked eyes, even as he whispered in teasingly into Gabby's ear, "I can taste you on Sara's lips."

A loud moan escaped Gabby's mouth and I felt her push me toward the bed.

I have never felt like this in all my life. A beautiful woman on her knees pleasuring me while her handsome, firm and big husband behind me pushing me further towards orgasm, physically grinding his erection into my ass while his honeyed voice teased with wicked words into my ear. I could feel his teeth nipping at my ear lobe.

He would tell me what Sara looked like as she went down on me. How he loved to watch her tongue disappear in my clit. How he could feel her mouth against my pussy as he pressed his cock harder and harder against me.

And he urged my release. "Let go, Gabby. Come, my dear."

They both wanted me to come, and I knew my pleasure was Sara's pleasure. With Sara's tongue and fingers and Gill fucking my mind with his words, my orgasm was undeniable.

I came, hard, against Sara, my hands locked behind Gil's head. And even as my breathing evened, it was as if Gil fucked me again when he said, "I can taste you on Sara' lips."

With Sara standing in front of me, I nudged her to the bed. All I could think about was her body and touching her in front of Gil. He walked next to me and we watched as Sara crawled, sexy on all fours across the bed. I caressed her perfectly rounded ass. I cradled and nipped every inch of that ass. I snaked one hand to cup her and teased a finger inside of her as my tongue traced a trail from her ass up her back to her neck. She turned under me allowing our bodies to touch. I felt her taut nipples pressing hard against my own.

She spread her legs before me and with Gil's last words echoing in my own mind, I accepted her invitation and put my mouth on her. Warm spice filled my mouth and my nostrils as I drank in her essence. I moved my hands up to her breasts while moving my tongue inside her. Side to side. In and out. I made sure my lips, my tongue, even my chin were abundantly coated with her juices. Then I stood up and turned to Gil.

"Now you can taste Sara from my lips," I said as I fiercely kissed him.

I could tell I took him by surprise, but soon he took control of the kiss and of me. He nipped at my lips, sucked my tongue deep inside his mouth and then let his tongue trace the perimeter of my mouth.

His erection was pressed dangerously close to my clit. I wanted him inside me. But he was Sara's husband. I needed her permission to go further with him. I knew if I asked, she would relent in a heartbeat, but deep inside, I knew it wouldn't feel right.

But I could touch him, and without another thought, I reached down to his cock and stroked his erection as he sucked my mouth of all traces of Sara.

When he pulled away from me, the lustful look in his deep, now darkened blue eyes captured me once again. But when I saw his gaze fall upon Sara I turned to look and saw the image he did: Sara smiled wickedly as she sat up slightly on the bed with her own hand between her legs. She continued to touch herself after witnessing our moment. I moved slightly behind Gil and continued to stroke him and noticed Sara matched my rhythm. Gil groaned, so I released my hand and we laid down on either side of Sara. My pussy wet against her one thigh and his cock, hard and weeping, against her other.

Our hands moved gracefully upon her body as Sara closed her eyes. At some point we both had a hand upon a breast, and I wondered how the sensation felt. His hand big and calloused and mine softer with long fingers. The same thought traveled through me head while my hand was entangled in the hair upon her head, his was entangled in the hair of her pussy.

"God, I want you Sara," I heard Gil say as I sucked on her breast. "I need to be inside you."

I watched his cock as it twitched. If I desired him inside me, I could only imagine the need Sara felt to have him fill her. But maybe they would want that moment alone to themselves.

Maybe this was my cue to leave.

If it was, I wanted to feel Sara one last time. I moved to lay on top of her. The feeling of her pussy against mine drove me to grind myself against her. Sara opened her eyes and locked her gaze upon mine. The frantic pace the three of us set suddenly slowed and I wondered who she saw as she stared up at me. Her expression went from passionate need to something far more soft.

I stopped moving against her and settled my arms on each side of her. She said nothing, and although she didn't seem distant, there was something in her that looked lost.

"You are so beautiful," I said to her. Her eyes widened and she embraced me. I held Sara, trying to warm her heart as best I could.

Gil stayed upon the side of Sara and stroked her hair. I rolled out of Sara's embrace to her side once again. I whispered to her, "It's beautiful how your husband loves you."

She laid on her back and and turned to face me as Gil continue to caress different parts of her body. I smiled shyly at her and a saw a lone tear slide down her cheek. I understood what she wasn't saying out loud. She loved him and she missed her - the woman I looked like.

I settled next to her and noticed again how much Gil wanted her through his kisses and touches, which bordered on both gentle and electric. I lifted myself up slightly and said what I felt Sara needed to hear.

"Let me hold you while your husband loves you."

Everything just became so emotional. Yes, she wasn't Tracy, and yes, Tracy was gone. But during the party and in this hotel room, those notions... faded... until the realization bubbled up again. I left me uncertain and vulnerable.

But I didn't want her to go. Not yet. Gil and I have never shared ourselves and our love like this, and I craved for Gabby to witness our love. But I didn't know how to ask.

Then she asked me. I wiped a tear from my eye because there was no more vulnerability; just the opportunity to cherish love.

"Yes. Hold me, please."

Gabby placed the pillows across the headboard and propped her head towards the top of the pillows. With her legs spread, her posture allowed me to to sprawl on top of her, my back to her front. Her hands draped upon my shoulders and I felt her juncture just below my shoulder blades.

Gil had gotten off the bed to let Gabby and me adjust ourselves. Once we were settled, he crawled on top of me and leaned upon his forearms. We stared at one another. I leaned up to capture his lips in a kiss. Then, in one swift move, he was fully sheathed within me.

It felt wonderful. Complete. Beautiful.

After the buildup we both experienced with Gabby, our desire seemed immeasurable. With every push, Gil pumped into me deeper, harder and faster. I knew he wouldn't last long. I could see the sweat bead upon his forehead. When I placed a hand between his body, I could feel our combined heat and sweat.

But he didn't have to last long, because the sensation of Gil inside me and Gabby behind me made my own release imminent. I listened to the sounds of our joining, flesh against flesh; guttural moans from Gil and the light, yet engaging, ones from Gabby.

All the while, Gil never took his eyes off of me. "I love you, Sara" he whispered over and over. "Only you, Sara."

I gripped Gil's ass pushing him deeper inside me. He leaned down and captured my mouth. There was no part of my body untouched by another. Her hands upon my shoulders; his legs tangled with mine; her body hot under my back; his arms cradling my torso.

I felt my orgasm start in my fingertips and the pit of my stomach. It spread throughout my body. I heard him exclaim loudly, "Oh God! Sara! I love you!" and I screamed loud and long. All at once, our bodies merged. I felt Gabby's hands grip my shoulders as her sex pulsated against my back and I felt Gil explode within my womb.

And I... I couldn't stop. Gil continued to pump into me, and my body shuddered from the my own pleasure and the pleasure of two people on me. I don't know how long it continued, but I came again, screaming long and loud.

With Gil and I still joined, the two of them rolled me so Gabby was no longer under me. I laid on my side facing my love, who gently slipped out of me. He nestled himself between my breasts and held me.

Gabby spooned behind me and placed her hand upon my forearm. My mind and body relaxed as we lay silent. Gil's breathing evened and I knew he was in a light sleep. I was on the cusp. Although sated and spent, I wanted to fight sleep because I didn't want the moment to end. But as Gabby lightly stroked my arm, it was hard to fight the urge.

I turned my head slightly towards her, making sure not to disturb Gil. Extensive speech escaped me.

"Hi," I said.

Gabby softly laughed, "Hi back."

"You don't have to go."

"Yes, I do," she said and gently kissed me upon my head. "Thank you for tonight, Sara."

I wished I could grab her hand, but I didn't want to let go of Gil. "Don't leave yet."

She put her hand upon my hand that cradled Gil's head. I intertwined my fingers with hers. "I'll stay with you until you fall asleep," she said. "That way you'll wake in your husband's arms, where you belong."

Her smile, so true and beautiful. I looked at her again and nodded. "He's the love of my life," I confessed, meaning every word.

"That, my friend, is unmistakable," she replied.

We returned to how we laid before. Gil stirred for a moment, but stayed still as I kissed him on the head.

I closed my eyes. Gabby put her hand back upon my forearm and stroked it lightly.

I wondered how long I slept and lifted my head to find there was only two of us in bed. Knowing the best way to leave the bed without disturbing Sara, I slowly got out of the bed and padded to the bathroom. After quickly relieving myself, I stepped out of the bathroom to see Gabby whispering something to Sara, pushing a strand of hair from her forehead and giving Sara a soft kiss.

She turned and saw me staring at them. She put a finger in front of her mouth and made that familiar shushing gesture. I stayed where I was and watched as she seemed to be looking for something. She had her blouse on, buttoned, and pants. I approached her and whispered, "What's the matter?"

She looked at me and bit her lip, suppressing a laugh. "I... ah... I can't find my panties."

The answer dawned on me quickly, "They're probably over here," I said, walking across the hotel room and finding what she sought. I picked them up. "Sara tossed them in a fit of passion."

She could no longer suppress her laughter and snorted. Then she turned another shade of red. "Sorry, it's just..."

"What?"

"That's sounds so much like a line from 'The Simpsons.' Marge says something exactly like that about Homer's pants."

The odd comment caught me off guard and it must have showed in my reaction because Gabby shook her head and seemed to be giving herself that internal, "What was I thinking?" resignation.

I wondered where that awkwardness came from and then it hit me. I realized in my hand I held a pair of panties that my wife practically tore off another woman, which made me hard as a rock to witness. And now I had no idea what to do with them.

Not an hour ago Gabby and I were these confident, sexual people working seamlessly to pleasure the same person and savor each others' pleasure as well. The things I had said to Gabby... the things she did to my wife...

And now it seemed we needed a post-coital handbook. She wasn't the type of woman who would snatch her panties from my hand and say, "Later." And it didn't feel right for me to say, "Here. Take 'em. See ya" and push her out the door.

We were both in foreign territory, but I recalled what I said to Gabby in the elevator: "Do what feels right." I needed to take my own advice.

So I stuffed her panties down her pants.

We both fought the urge to loudly burst out in laughter. "Well, I guess that's as good a place as any," she said, in a loud whisper.

I shrugged. "You... don't have pockets."

She beamed a bright smile at me, "Neither do you."

I surveyed my forgotten nakedness, shrugged and smiled again.

We walked together toward the door. Before leaving, Gabby turned to face me and looked over my shoulder. "She's still asleep?"

I looked back at Sara and saw her sleeping form. "Yeah. She is."

Gabby returned her gaze to me and put her hand upon my face. I heard her softly sigh before she put her hand down. I immediately held it in mine.

"Thank you for saying, 'yes.'" I said as I squeezed her hand.

"Thank you for inviting me," she leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek. "Goodbye, Gil Grissom."

I brought my other hand down to hers and lifted her hand to kiss it gently. Her scent now familiar to me. "Goodbye, Gabrielle Flemming."

I opened the door for her and stood behind it to watch her leave. She took her clutch purse off the table near the door, gave me one last smile and left.

I closed the door and stood silent. I felt a chill as the air conditioner kicked on. Seeking warmth, I returned to bed to be with my beautiful wife.

THE END

A/N: So ends my first foray into true smut. I hope it was OK. Please let me know in a review - positive, negative, neutral, crazy. Whatever you think. Anonymous ones are accepted.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read. And another huge thanks to Chauncey (MSCSIFANGSR). I couldn't have done it without you - I am but your lowly student.