This chapter is brought to you by Brian McKnight's "I Belong To You", and a wandering mind.

Also, I do NOT speak Spanish (yet). Translations are thanks to Google and malibuheat.

"So, um..." April stammered.

Addison poured herself a glass of wine and leaned back in her seat.

Callie and Arizona were whispering to each other. Supposedly setting up boundaries. And it was sexy.

"So how naked can I get?" Callie asked her wife, who was seated on her lap and peppering her neck with kisses.

"We both know you're going to undress ME first," Arizona stated, "so how naked are you comfortable with making me, Calliope?"

"I um..." April stammered once more.

She knew her friends were affectionate. But there was something about the atmosphere in the room that night. Something about the way the Latina and the blonde moved, touched and spoke to each other.

"Let them finish," Addison stated, having turned her head to face the other red-head, "they're setting up boundaries."

"Maybe we shouldn't," April stated, "I mean: they're married. Shouldn't their sexy time be private?"

"Trust me," the obstetrician stated, "if they weren't comfortable with us watching them, they wouldn't have already started."

April had been staring at the woman she was thinking of screwing for so long that she didn't notice the little giggle that escaped Arizona's throat. Something flew across the room and landed on her head.

It was someone's top.

"Behave thineselves," Addison warned the women on the couch, "I was meant to be directing."

"Then – mff – hurry – mff – up," Callie warned back between kissing her wife's almost-bare shoulders.

The blonde took the Latina's face in her hands and kissed her again. It was a different kind of kiss: not as passionate as the one they'd given them while they were talking about cheating. But this one was sensual in its own way. And April felt something stir in her torso.

Addison sipped her wine, raised an eyebrow and sat up.

"Take your top off, Callie. Might as well make things equal."

"No," Arizona protested as she smacked her wife's hand down. "That's MY job."

"But Frau Direktor said I should do it," Callie growled as she raised her hands again.

"Indeed I did. But if you want to be aggressive, then let's see who succeeds."

Arizona's hands were at the buttons, and Callie's hands were at her wife's sides. The Peds surgeon could be ticklish. But she could also be devilishly determined once she set her mind to a task.

Tickle-tickle-tickle!

"Calliope!" The blonde screamed as she wriggled.

Tickle-tickle-tickle even more!

"Give up or you're going to wet yourself," the warning came.

"No...YOU GIVE UP!"

Tickle-tickle-tickle ultimate!

The blonde's fierce roar filled the room, right before the sound of ripping.

"We're gonna have to pick those buttons up later," Callie stated as she looked down at her gloriously-exposed lacy bra.

"Uh huh," Arizona grinned. As the victor, she got to promise things. She also got to touch things. If she was allowed to.

"You...wanted to take my top off?" April asked Addison.

"Of course, yes," came the reply, "but that was an allowance for our actresses. They seem to have started the fun without us."

"What would you like to do to me...next?"

"Let's be clear on one thing first," Callie interrupted, "which one of us is Kepner, and which one's Addison?"

"You haven't decided how naked you want to get," came Frau Direktor's reply. "That determines everything."

Addison picked a poker from the fireplace and examined it. It would be long enough.

"I'm Addison," Arizona declared as she stood up and turned her back to her guests.

"No," Callie purred, as she let her hair down and reclined on the couch with a wine glass. "I'M Addison."

And to illustrate the point, she clicked the remote and something began to play.

"I want you," the Latina mouthed the lyrics, "for myself."

"Holy Mother of..." Arizona thought to herself as she beheld her wife's pose.

"Ask her if she'd like a shoulder-massage," the real Addison stated, as she touched Arizona's shoulder with the poker.

"Your shoulders look tense, April," Arizona stated with lidded eyes.

Callie moaned and rubbed a shoulder with her free arm. "They really are, April."

They were both Addison until someone said otherwise.

Arizona furrowed her brows. And then an idea came to her.

"I wanna touch your body," the music declared, "feel your arms around me."

Addison would be aggressive in a situation like that. She would want everything clearly defined. She would want to dive into whatever came next without there being any doubts as to what-

"Oh...wow," Callie gasped as Arizona ran her hands up her sides.

She knew what came next: it had happened a lot in their bedroom when the Peds surgeon was feeling frisky. And it always worked.

The real April watched as the blonde began to move. Like she was dancing – and getting to second base – on her own.

And then she looked like she was trying to touch her back...and then she realized where the fingers were, and what they were doing.

"Know what?" Addison declared, "We'll let you two take control of this round. Get the blood flowing. See what you're capable of. I'll direct the next one."

Arizona's bra was open, and she winked at her wife. Callie could barely hear what the real Addison was saying. April wondered what it'd feel like to touch the blonde's spine. It probably felt electric.

"Are sex-toys cheating?" April asked.

Arizona would have turned to gape at her, but she had other things to look at. Like the way her wife's eyes were devouring her as her bra descended to the carpet.

"I want you baby," Callie mouthed along to the lyrics, "come to me."

Arizona took slow, deliberate steps towards her wife, who began to rise off the couch in anticipation.

"Siéntate Calliope."

And pushed her down by her beautiful shoulders, as she gripped the rivulets of raven hair that covered them.

She straddled her wife. The prosthesis would could take a little bending at that angle, as long as they didn't bounce too much.

April seemed to be at the edge of her seat. The blonde had her back to her, and she couldn't see much. Apart from the kissing and the very interesting way in which Callie's hands stroked the woman's sides and spine.

"I think we should get a better view," Addison declared. April gasped when she looked at the other woman.

Still fully clothed, she had risen from her seat and was offering the high-pitched trauma surgeon a hand.

April took it. The electricity that flew through both their systems when their fingers touched was enough to cause the younger woman to kiss the older one.

But she didn't.

They walked to opposite sides of the couch and April found that she couldn't watch them and remain standing.

So she pulled up a chair from the kitchen and sat on it. And saw Arizona's nipples for the first time.

Addison seemed satisfied with the Peds surgeon's chest. And nodded in appreciation when she saw how Callie's tongue lapped at one of her pink buds. And then her eyes rose to look at the real April.

Slowly.

Kepner's breath caught in her throat, and they were all unsure if it was her or Arizona who gasp-moaned next.

"Oh YES..."

"¿Como te sientes?" The Latina asked her wife as she traced a finger down between her breasts and let it settle on her belly-button.

"Mojada," Arizona growled before she gripped her wife and pushed her backwards.

She fumbled with her prosthesis and tossed it away.

KRASH!

Something made of glass broke, but no one cared.

Callie's bra opened from the front and was tossed open like a weird-looking lacy waistcoat. April had to grip her hand on her lap to stop it from reaching out and touching the Ortho surgeon's nipples.

Addison saw the scene and was amused. From across the couch, the younger surgeon looked at the woman she wanted to screw and realized that a finger was beckoning her over.

She shook her head.

"I can't," she gasped, as the music stopped.

The wives on the couch turned to face her.

"I mean," she qualified, "go ahead, you two. I mean...wow. But I can't go over to you, Addison. I can't...touch you. Or anyone, for that matter."

"Touch yourself, then," the other red-head instructed the high-pitched one.

Masturbating was not cheating, that was for sure.

"Yes, Frau Direktor," the woman stated...and then suddenly felt like her body had wanted her to do that all along.

"We're gonna have to move," Arizona said, while still rubbing Callie's breasts.

"But not right now," the Latina stated, "right now I can feel my wife's arousal through our clothes. And we're not even stealing third base yet."

"You're both lucky you married each other," Addison added, "or I'd dive right in there."

As if in appreciation, Callie and Arizona gave them a show they would never forget. And they didn't leave the couch.

Will add more chapters. I can be a tease. I can also be working on a cover picture for this smutlet, so...please review. The next chapter will have Addison directing, so...don't throw things at her.