"That bitch!"

Sam: OMG That bitch!

I did not expect that reaction.

Sam: I trusted her to let her get fucked by MY husband but not behind MY back without MY permission!

An angry, pregnant wife who was also a fiery redhead is someone one does not mess with but I knew I had to try to calm her down.

Me: Honey

Sam: I can't believe she tried to get you to cheat on me!

Me: Honey, but we didn't cheat. I said no and Emma did tell you of her plan

Sam: But she didn't ask me first!

Me: Remember you told me yourself that she has been depressed and she's obviously **** to try to get pregnant by the end of the week

Sam: But she

Me: Honey, she's your BFF

She didn't reply back for about thirty seconds. I suspected she was crying.

Sam: Ur right Im goin 2 call her 2 apologize

Me: I love you

Sam: I ♥ u

I breathed the loud sigh of relief. I chalked up that incident on another mood swing of hers because of the stress of the pregnancy and the pressure on Emma trying to get impregnated.

As I walked towards Robert's Burgers I got another text from my wife.

Sam: I talked to Emma and we sorted things out. Thank you, honey!

Me: np

Sam: You have my permission to have lunch with Emma this week and only this week!

Me: Even today?

My cock suddenly got hard at the thought of fucking Emma again.

Sam: If you want to and still have time

Me: I love you

Sam: I know :) Bye

Then I got a text message from Emma.

Emma: Hi Mike. Sam gave me permission to take you out for lunch this week

Me: I know I just chatted with her. She said it's okay for us to have lunch today if you still want

Emma: Yes! :)

Me: Where?

Emma: Pick me up @ my store

Me: I'll be there in 10 minutes

Emma: CU :)

I turned around and ran back to the garage as fast as I could while I tried to hide erection with my tablet. Luckily her lingerie store was not that from my office downtown. I had only been to her shop, Emma's Dream Boutique, once a couple years before at the grand opening -- my wife did not want me to go with her any more because she wanted to surprise me with whatever she and Emma decided that would arouse me (my wife being naked would arouse me, but I digress).

Emma stood out front, wearing a simple baby blue floral sundress that showed off her curvy figure. I pulled up to the curb and she got in. "Hi, Michael. How are you?"

"Good but a bit hungry," I replied.

"I'm sorry if I got you into trouble with Sam," she whispered.

"Don't worry about it. She has occasional mood swings," I assured her. "She loves you like a sister!"

"That's good to know," she smiled back with relief. "Thanks again for last night."

"Don't thank me yet until your pregnancy test says positive," I joked.

"Yes, of course."

"So where are we going for lunch?" I asked innocently.

"The Good Knight Inn," she answered.

"We're not eating, are we?"

"No, silly. Unless you want to..." She winked at me and giggled.

The motel was on the outskirts of downtown and I drove there as fast as I could if I wanted to get back before my coworkers got back from lunch. Emma instructed me to park in front of Room 8 -- apparently she had already booked the room earlier that morning -- and we hastily went inside. She slipped off her dress, revealing that she wore no panties, and climbed up on the queen size bed wearing just her high heels.

"Are you going to take your clothes off or are you just going to unzip and pull your penis out?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

I quickly undid my tie, unbuttoned my shirt, pulled down my pants and underwear, and presented Emma my raging hard-on. We both knew there was only one way to get rid of it before the hour was up.

"How would you want to get me pregnant?" the buxom blonde purred.