Emma.

"I'll get it," I said, trying to mask the excitement in my voice.

"Okay, I'll just fix a few more things," my wife replied as I hurried down the stairs.

I opened the door and saw Emma, wearing a beige trench coat, alone by herself. "Hey, Emma. Come on in," I greeted her and stepped aside. "Where's Bill?"

"Hi, Michael," she replied, giving me a hug. "Bill's at home."

"Oh? I thought he wanted to...," I paused to think of the polite words to convey the condition Bill had suggested as part of this agreement, "... to see Samantha?"

"Um," she bit her lower lip and looked down at her feet. "I told him maybe another night."

"Okay," I shrugged, dropping the matter, and I motioned for her towards the stairs. "Sam's upstairs. After you." I watched her wide hips sway side-to-side as she climbed the stairs ahead of me.

"Emma!" Sam greeted her best friend at the top and the two women squeezed each other tightly.

"Sam, I can't thank you enough for this!"

"Anything for you, honey! I want you to share this happiness!" Sam took Emma's hand to touch the bulge in her belly before leading her friend to the master bedroom lit by fragrant candles.

"Oh my God," Emma gasped, looking around at our bedroom. "It's so romantic!"

"I want you to make a baby from love, otherwise we could have just used a turkey baster!" Sam smiled.

"Thank you, Sam." The blonde hugged my wife before looking at me. "Thank you, Michael."

"Don't thank me yet," I smirked.

"I guess I give you two some privacy," Sam said, hugging her friend again before kissing me. "Be good to her, honey."

"Yes, sweetie," I replied as she closed the door. I turned to face Emma. "So, now what?"

She grinned as she undid the buttons of her trench coat and let her jacket fall to her feet, revealing a white satin corset with garter straps and silk stockings but no panties! The corset accentuated her already huge breasts and curvy figure, reminding me that she was a retired lingerie model. "We try to make a baby."

I gulped.

"I know it's been years since we were last together but I think you should at least take your pants off first if we are going to do this properly," she laughed. "You're not nervous, Michael?"

"No," I shook my head as I fumbled for my zipper. It wasn't nervousness but rather excitement.

"Let me help you," Emma whispered and knelt down in front of me. I moved my hands away and let her unbuckle my belt and expertly pull down my pants and underwear in one quick tug. I stood in front of her with nothing but a t-shirt, socks, and a raging erection.

She stared at my long cock that was inches from her beautiful face. I'm sure she was reminiscing all the times she had it stuffed in her mouth and her pussy stretched apart by my thick shaft.