Getting ready for dinner.

The traffic wasn't that bad and I managed get home in about twenty minutes from parking garage to driveway. Being a VP has the perk of leaving a bit early to allow Sam to get prepare for the special dinner by Emma. I wondered if Emma would settle for take-out, considering the entire point of inviting Sam and I over was for the wives to be fucked by the other's husband. As a former lingerie model she did not do much of her own cooking so I suspected that Bill was actually the cook in the family.

"Honey, I'm home!" I announced loudly as soon as I opened the front door.

"I'm in bedroom," Samantha yelled back from upstairs.

I skipped over every other step with excitement and saw my wife sitting in front of her vanity touching up her make-up. "Hi honey, how was work?" she asked, looking back at me in the reflection of the mirror.

I paused for a moment to read her beautiful face, which indicated she did not suspect the nooner Emma and I had earlier. "Busy," I replied, giving her a peck on the cheek. "How was your day?"

"Ugh, I had a weird craving today," she answered. "I wanted to eat lemons."

"Like lemonade or water with a slice of lemon?" That was another reason I was grateful I wasn't pregnant.

"No, a whole lemon! Do you know how hard it is to find fresh lemons downtown?" She made a cute face with her cheeks sucked in and her emerald eyes crossed. "I ate five of them! They were so sour!"

"We'll buy some lemons after dinner," I chuckled.

"I'll probably crave pickles tomorrow," she laughed as she stood up to face me.

I bit my lip to avoid saying that she would be craving cock later. "That's a beautiful dress," I noted, examining the green cocktail dress she wore despite being four months pregnant, "but aren't you a bit overdressed?" The entire point of going over to the Youngs was for us to fuck each other's spouse, so dressing up to me was pointless.

She frowned. "Tonight's a special dinner! Besides, this will probably be the last time I get to wear this dress before I'm bloated like a whale!"

"I'm sorry, honey," I apologized, taking her into my arms. She will always be a romantic. "I'll get changed out of my jeans and into a good suit."

She smiled and kissed me.