Dinner and dessert at the Youngs.

"Night guys," I shouted out my co-workers as rushed out of my cubicle. I was anxious about the dinner at the Youngs because it could be the last time I would get to fuck Emma -- part of me hoped she wouldn't get pregnant and we would have to do another week of sex every day the next month but the other part of me wanted her to be finally happy as a mother. I accepted the fact that we would all had to wait a week later to find out her pregnancy test results but until then we would all enjoy our last night of spouse swapping.

"Honey, I'm home!" I yelled in the foyer as soon as I got home.

"I'm upstairs!" Sam shouted back.

I walked upstairs and find her in our bedroom touching up her make-up. I was going to make a joke about Bill not caring about having lipstick on his cock but the last thing I wanted was to ruin the mood, get into a fight, and canceling the entire night. "You look gorgeous as usual, sweetie," I complimented, leaning down to give her a kiss.

"Thank you, honey," she smiled, combing her long fiery tresses.

"Are you ready to go soon?" I asked as I changed into a fresh suit and tie from the t-shirt and jeans I had worn to work and the motel.

"Yes," she replied, standing up to reveal her green fit & flare dress that showed off her cleavage, sleek, long legs covered by black silk stockings, and three-inch heels. I was tempted to take her there and then if it wasn't for the fact we were going over to the Youngs for dinner and hot sex.

"Hi, guys," Emma greeted us at the door with kisses on the cheekand hugs, letting me sample her fragrance and her huge cleavage exposed by her little black dress. "Come on in, dinner's ready."

We followed her to the dining room where Bill was setting down the last of the dishes: a mixed salad, a spinach and ricotta rotolo, and baked lemon sole -- nothing too heavy but filling for what was in-store for the night.

"Hey, guys, have a seat," Bill greeted us warmly as he took off his apron. We politely held the chairs for our wives to sit before sitting down ourselves.

"You outdid yourself this time, Bill," Sam complimented after she absorbed the mouth watering smell of the food he had prepared for us.

"Thanks! Tonight is a special night," he responded.

"Even more special than the past five nights?" I joked.

Everyone laughed, mostly because we were all politely implying rather than outright saying that we had been fucking each other's spouse all week. Being a Friday night with no worry of needing to going to bed early for work the next morning we were all looking forward to spending the next several hours exchanging bodily fluids with each other.

"Let's eat so we can get to dessert," Emma giggled before pouring herself a glass of wine (Sam refused to drink even a little sip as soon as she found out she was pregnant).

"That was a great meal, Bill," I complimented, raising my glass of Scotch to toast -- I had brought over my $450 bottle of Bowmore’s 25 Year Old single malt to share with Bill for the special night.

"My pleasure," Bill grinned, tapping his tumbler glass with mine before swallowing the rest of his whiskey.

"More?" I asked, motioning to pour the bottle.

"No thanks, I need to stay upright for dessert," he chuckled, glancing at my wife. His double entendre was not lost on anyone.

"I guess we should get dessert now," Emma smiled at Sam. The two women left the dining room but instead of heading to the kitchen, they walked to the foyer.

Bill and I looked at each other and shrugged. He accepted a bit more Scotch while we waited for the girls to return and when they did we almost spat out the precious whiskey.

"Holy shit," I choked at the sight of our gorgeous wives who had changed out of their body fitting party dresses to matching white lingerie -- open cup bustier showing off their gorgeous large breasts, silk stockings, and high heels -- that enhanced their shapely long legs, curvy bodies, and large breasts.

"I'm glad I'm married a lingerie model," Bill grinned at his wife.

"Thank you, honey," she smiled, kissing him.

Me too, I thought as I stared at Emma's cleavage that was barely contained by her corset.

Emma turned to me and grinned, "Let's go upstairs." She offered me her hand.

I looked over at Sam and wondered if all four of us would be in the same bedroom like past nights. She read my mind and shook her head, "Emma told me Bill added something new to his 'secret' sex room. I want Bill to show me." She grinned at Bill and he excitedly took her hand to lead to down to the basement where he had built his secret room, hidden from his extended family when they visited, during their swinging days.

I let Emma go ahead of me while we climbed the stairs up to her bedroom do I could watch her seductively swing her wide hips and round ass side to side. After closing the bedroom door behind us, she gave me a fierce kiss. "Let's make a baby!"