Backyard BBQ.

I offered to make dinner, which was cooking burgers and hot dogs on the BBQ. While we waited for the food to cook, the girls chatted over some juice (Elizabeth and Talia had both stopped drinking **** while they were trying to get pregnant) on the patio lounge sofa under the gazebo while watching Adam kick his soccer ball around.

Not surprisingly Adam was hungry and tired after running around all day — he finished two hot dogs and half a burger before nodding off. Amy went upstairs to give him a bath before putting him to bed early while the rest of us enjoyed the setting sun talking about the girls' pregnancies freely without dancing the subject around Adam.

"God, I still can't believe I'm going to be a mother!" Elizabeth beamed while unconsciously touching her belly.

"I'm going to miss my flat tummy!" Talia giggled, lifting up her shirt to reveal her stomach.

"How are we going to tell our parents?" I wondered. "I mean wouldn't our parents be suspicious that both of you got pregnant at the same time while living in the same house?"

"Well, my parents and I still aren't on the best of terms," Talia stated while looking down at her class of orange juice. "They were relieved when Rachel and I broke up but weren't too happy I was still dating women."

"I'm so sorry..." Elizabeth whispered, leaning over to hug her friend.

"If anything they would probably be ecstatic I got knocked up by a man!" Talia sniffed, holding back a tear.

"Do you think our parents would suspect something between us three?" I asked my wife.

"I hope that the news of them being grandparents would deflect any suspicion of you getting Talia pregnant," Elizabeth replied.

"I hope so to..."

"Do you have a turkey baster?" Talia asked.

"Pardon me?" Elizabeth wondered with an arched eyebrow.

"I'll just explain that I used a turkey baster to insert Ian's sperm in me," Talia explained. "It's cheaper than IVF!"

"But you still prefer my penis to a turkey baster?" I asked with a smirk.

"Well, your penis is thick and veiny," Talia replied back with a shit-eating grin, "but the turkey baster won't ever go limp though!"

"Ian won't let me have any dildos because he's jealous!" Elizabeth laughed.

"Ouch!" I feigned injury from my wife's words.

"What about dildos?" Amy asked, walking up to the sofa with a glass of wine in her hand.

"I never owned a dildo before," Elizabeth answered.

"Well, mine kept me sane the past five years!" Amy giggled. "But now that I have access to your husband's cock I don't need Bob any more."

"Who's Bob?" Elizabeth wondered.

"Battery Operated Boyfriend," Amy answered.

"Mine's named Vlad..." Talia paused for a moment to let everyone try to think why the name before continuing, "...the Impaler."

Elizabeth blushed and glanced at me before looking at her two friends. "Perhaps you can show me Bob and Vlad later tonight?"

"Honey!" I exclaimed.

"I know you do your best to please us," Elizabeth said, "but you only have one cock between the three of us."

"Speaking of three girls and a cock," Talia interjected, "let's start the celebration early since Adam is asleep!"

We all nodded anxiously and I wanted to put Bob and Vlad out of retirement.