Unfortunately, the memory of what Cris called her in the waiting room kept creeping back to mind.

Baby girl.

The unexpected flood of memories and emotions that simple endearment had brought back startled her. Despite that, she still slept on the couch the next two nights, with Cris, quickly falling asleep while watching movies, until Landry returned from the hospital.

Upon returning home Landry immediately went to bed to sleep and she lay there and stared at him, studying his features. She'd missed him, even with Cris' presence to soothe her. Maybe one day she could bring herself to talk to Landry about it, to broach the subject and let him in that much more, to confess that longing to him.

To be his baby girl.

She went to sleep with the soothing, steady sound of his breath lulling her into sweet dreams.

Landry's healing and treatments progressed until he had another break from chemo six weeks later. Tilly was working on her computer one evening when Landry walked into the office and kissed the back of her neck.

"Busy?"

"Not too much. Why?"

He draped his arms over her shoulders. "I have a favor to ask."

His tone of voice more than anything put her on alert. "What?"

"Would you mind if I spent some time with Cris tonight?"

Her body tensed. "Why would I mind?" He hadn't spent time with Cris like that since the last time, the night she watched them together without them knowing about it.

"It is all right if you wish to say no."

"It's okay," she insisted.

He stroked her hair. "Are you sure? I don't wish to cause you any distress."

"It's fine." She shut down her computer. If Cris was going to get laid, frankly, she wanted to be on the other end of the house with the door shut and the TV turned up loud enough to drown out the sound. Sharing him wasn't as easy to agree to as it once had been.

Despite how she'd promised herself she wouldn't do it, she still crept down the hall later after Landry made love to her and left her bed to go to Cris. As he had the last time, he held off his own climax, yet gave her two mind shattering ones that normally would have put her to sleep like a light.

Cris' bedroom door stood open more than halfway, but she kept back far enough to watch them in the mirror. Landry held Cris, kissing him, two lovers embracing and not a Master using his slave.

Her clit throbbed as she watched Landry straddle Cris and impale himself on his cock. It took every ounce of will inside her not to join them.

Cris stroked Landry's thighs, twisted his nipples, then reached down and grabbed his cock.

"That's it," he hoarsely said. "Use my cock. Let me make you come."

She felt an uncomfortable flashback as she remembered many times he'd said the same thing to her, in the same tone, as she rode him in their bed.

Cris closed his eyes and threw back his head, and that's when Landry looked into the mirror and met her gaze.

Without words, she knew. He'd known about her presence the whole time, and probably the other time, too. He smiled at her but didn't stop his slow rise and fall on Cris' cock Still looking in the mirror, he crooked his finger at her.

She bolted for their bedroom and quietly closed the door behind her, leaning against it and gasping for breath as tears spilled down her face. Dammit, she didn't want to lose control like this.

She couldn't be with Cris, not even like that.

Not after what she'd survived.

Never again could she make herself vulnerable to that man, even if she had Landry as her rock to keep her steady. Sleeping-clothed-on a couch was one thing. Watch him get the shit beat out of him? Sure.

Not this. Maybe one day, but not now.

She crawled under the covers and tried to go to sleep, but her heart raced in her chest. After what felt like forever, but she knew was maybe a half-hour later, he returned and slipped into bed with her.

Not a drop of sleep in her system.

He kissed the back of her neck. "Are you all right, love?"

"Yeah."

He made her roll over to face him. "Do you wish for me not to do that again?"

She shook her head. "No, it's okay."

He brushed the hair away from her face. It was now long enough he could run his hands through it while they made love. "If you ever wish it," he rumbled, "you are always welcomed to join us." He nibbled on the base of her throat and she softly moaned as her body betrayed her.

He entered her, slowly stroking. "I saved that for you, love. Just for you."

Her body melted as she writhed against him. Before he could ask for it, she climaxed as her throbbing clit rubbed against him perfectly.

Another quick thrust and he joined her. With his lips buried against her shoulder, he whispered, "You are my love. I will always save the best for you."

She immediately dropped to sleep in his arms, with his softening cock buried inside her.

One more round of treatment, then another break. With his break in chemo, Landry returned to a playful, if somewhat subdued mood. He awoke the next Saturday morning and rolled on top of her, kissing her.

"Good morning, tiger," she teased.

"Let's go to the club tonight."

She frowned. "Are you feeling up to it?"

"You are worse than Cris."

"Well, the nurse part of me can't forget the whole vomiting blood incident. I don't want you pushing yourself too hard."

"The doctor said I can do what I feel like doing. I feel like going to the club tonight. I'll take a nap this afternoon."

She didn't miss the playful gleam in his eye. "Aaannnd?"

He grinned. "I want to take you out to breakfast, and then shopping."

"Shopping?"

He kissed her, long and hard enough she felt her own desire stirring. "Shopping."

Cris didn't react when Landry told him not to bother making them breakfast, that the two of them were going out. He nodded. "Yes, Master. Any instructions?"

"Use the day for any work-related issues needing your attention. Make sure you don't wear yourself out before we go to the club tonight."

She supposed Landry didn't miss the almost invisible curl to Cris' lips at that revelation. "Yes, Master."

She insisted on driving despite him trying to take the keys from her. "Stop it, you stubborn man.

Let me take care of you."

"We're already fighting like an old married couple, and it's not even our first anniversary yet.

How about that?"

"Shut the hell up and get in the car."

He snapped her a salute. "Yes, ma'am."

She flipped him a bird from the other side of the car, but smiled at his amused laugh.

After their brunch, they returned to the car. "So where do you want to go shopping, and why didn't we bring Cris?"

"And spoil the surprise? Love, what do you take me for?"

"A sadistic Dom."

"Ah, you know me so well. Has familiarity bred contempt yet?"

"No, that's about the only thing you haven't bred with me yet, you damn horn dog."

He roared with laughter. "Let's go to Temptations. That's my plan."

She could only imagine what he wanted to buy there, and it didn't take long to sate her curiosity. As they walked into the store on U.S. 41, which sold various items from adult toys, to novelties, to club and stripper gear, she knew he'd set his mind on something.

A friendly clerk greeted them. "Anything in particular you're looking for?"

Landry took Tilly's hand. "I'm feeling particularly pervy today. Any chance of turning my beautiful wife into a Catholic school girl?"

Tilly blushed while the clerk laughed. "Right this way."

When Tilly tried to object, Landry leaned in and whispered, "Please, love? I've been dying to see you dressed that way."

She grumbled her assent. She'd once had a schoolgirl outfit.

Years ago.

In fact, she and Cris had shopped for it in this very store. If they had the exact same one in stock, she'd be forced to put her foot down. That would just be too much for her to handle.

She breathed in a sigh of relief at the short blue plaid skirt, not red like her other one had been.

And the blazer part of the ensemble looked different. When she modeled it for Landry, complete with a set of platform Mary Janes he picked out, his pleased grin melted her heart.

Yes, she'd wear it for him. To see him that happy, she'd wear nearly anything.

Or absolutely nothing.

He walked over to her. "We'll take it," he told the clerk. Then he nuzzled her ear, pressing close enough Tilly felt his hard cock rub against her thigh through his pants. The man didn't seem to own any underwear. At least, none that he ever wore under trousers. "Do you know how long I've fantasized about this?"

"So are you going dressed as a priest or a nun tonight?" she teased.

He nipped her ear, knowing damn well what that did to her. She successfully fought back her moan. "I'm going as the horny Dom who will beat the shit out of his slave before he fucks his wife's brains out."