A long three week wait.

The girls planned the scheduling of when we would hook up during Emma's ovulation -- initially they decided to book a room at The Good Knight Inn again for the lunchtime trysts and then have fun in the 'playroom' in the Youngs' basement but I suggested we all take a vacation. When the four of us were swinging we had gone to a couple swingers cruises and resorts. The girls were initially against the idea because they wanted to leave our swinging days behind us and concentrate on getting pregnant but Bill and I assured them of our fidelity and that any sex would between the four of us. They agreed, thinking that relaxation of a tropical resort would ease the immense pressure of trying conceive.

The following three weeks was an anxious time for all of us until Emma's next ovulation. My wife didn't want us to have sex or even for me to masturbate, thinking that I should preserve my energy and sperm for when the time came with Emma, so I kept myself busy with work.

"Have fun in Jamaica, Mike!" Steve cheered as I logged off my computer.

"You damn right I will!" I laughed that my coworker did not know I would be fucking my wife's lingerie model friend for a week. I had a spring to my steps as I rushed to garage so I could go pick up Sam from work.

"Hi honey," my wife greeted me in front of her office building.

I leaned over to kiss her after she, at five months pregnant, got into my Jeep Wrangler with minor difficulty. "How's your day, babe?"

"It'll be better tomorrow when we land in Jamaica!" she sighed.

"You want take-out?" I asked as I pulled away. "I don't think either of us want to cook and clean tonight."

"Sure."

"Chinese?"

"Yes, I'm starving!"

We stopped by The Golden Dragon Restaurant on the way home and ordered a mixture of dishes. After we got home, we teasingly fed each other the best we could with chopsticks. Sam opened her fortune cookie and read it out loud, "Get ready for a life-changing event!"

"... in bed," I laughed.

"Read yours!" Sam demanded.

"To the world you are one person, but to one person you are the world..."

"... in bed!" she snortled.

"And you are the one person," I smiled and leaned over to kiss her.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I know."

"I need you to fuck me," she purred.

"God, I've been waiting for you to say that all week!" I chuckled. I lifted my wife up and carried her up the stairs. She squealed when I threw her onto our bed and started stripping her dress off.

I took out my week long sexual frustration on Sam's pussy, pounding it mercilessly and not slowing down when she came. She barely caught her breath before I flipped her over to start hammering away until she climaxed, only to be rolled over to her side and be taken again.

We fell asleep in each other's arms and my cum oozing out of her snatch.