An expected call.

My wife's cellphone interrupted our afterglow cuddle.

"Let your voicemail take it," I complained.

"It's Emma," Sam replied, rolling over to grab the phone from the nightstand. I wasn't going to complain if it meant I have the chance to fuck her best friend with her blessing. "Hello?"

I leaned over so I could hear Emma.

"Hi, Sam, I just want to tell you that I talked it over with Bill," Emma answered with nervousness in her voice.

"Is he okay with it?" Sam anxiously interrupted.

"Yes, but not at first. He still had some hope that he could still be a father but he settled into reality that won't happen unless we take out a second mortgage on our house. And even then on a slim chance."

My cock twitched at the thought of being between Emma's legs again.

"That's great news, honey!" Sam cheered.

"But on one condition," Emma added.

"One condition?" Sam shot a confused look at me.

"He will only let Mike fuck me if," she paused for a moment to gather her words before continuing, "he gets to fuck you."

"I... I have to talk it over with Mike," my wife stammered.

"Sure, take your time," Emma whispered. "Bye."

"Bye." Sam hung up and stared at the phone before looking up at me. "You heard everything?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"What do you think?" she asked softly.

"To be honest I'm excited to help Emma out..."

"I noticed," Sam interrupted, noticing my growing cock.

"...but I actually didn't think about what is good for the goose is good for the gander," I continued.

"So you're okay with it? If you're not, we don't have to do this."

"Well, you're already pregnant so he can't knock you up," I replied with a slight smile. "Besides, it's not like you two never fucked each other before."

"That was years ago," Sam whispered, averting her eyes from mine. She seemed ashamed of our swinging past, perhaps she was happy that we were finally a stereotypical monogamous couple with a big house in the suburbs with a baby on the way.

"If you don't want to..." I brushed her hair from her beautiful face.