Emma came over to their house.

"Um, sure, come on over," I replied. It was weird that even though Emma and I had sex in the past I felt awkward that we would be mechanically fucking for the sake of impregnating her and not for carnal reasons, all the while our spouses watched. At least that's what I assumed.

"Okay, I'll be there in... say, twenty minutes?" she said with excitement in her voice we have not heard in a long time.

"Is Bill coming over?" I asked but she had already hung up.

"I guess we should get the bedroom ready before Emma gets here," Sam said while she rolled off the bed.

"What's there to do?" I looked around the immaculately kept room.

"Some candles and potpourri to enhance the mood," she replied, rolling her eyes at me.

"I'm not making love to her, honey!"

"Yes, you will!" she retorted.

I was taken aback and didn't say anything for a couple of seconds. "I thought I'm just going to thrust in her a bit and cum?"

Sam sat down on edge the bed and stared at me. "No, I want her...," she paused for a moment to look down at the small bulge in her belly before continuing, "...and your baby to be conceived by love."

"Sweetie, I..."

"Honey, Emma is like a sister to me and I really want her to get pregnant. She's been trying for so long with no luck she's been depressed. She desperately needs something more than a quick fuck."

"Are you sure?" I asked. This was getting more emotionally complicated than I thought it would be.

She nodded and got up to get the stuff to add a romantic mood to the bedroom.

"Okay, well, I don't want Bill to make love to you," I muttered.

"I thought you said you won't be jealous?"

"There's a big difference between lustful fucking and making love," I said, looking into her beautiful green eyes to show her how **** I was. "Especially when I'm married to a gorgeous redhead that every man wants to have sex with."

"Even when I'm pregnant?" she smiled, standing sideways to show off her growing belly.

"Especially when you're pregnant!" I joked. "Your boobs are getting bigger every week!"

She leaned over to kiss me. "There's nothing to worry about, honey. I made a vow to be your wife and you are the only love in my life," she smiled. "Until our baby is born."

"I love you," I whispered. I got off the bed and took her into my arms to kiss her passionately. If Emma wasn't coming over I would have pushed Sam back onto the bed and made love to her again.

We scurried around the bedroom to get the place ready and tensed up when the doorbell rang.