Netflix and chill.

Sam had invited the girls over for dinner but it was just a formal excuse to have both women over. Since she was busy with work, my wife ordered Chinese take out -- we all knew the main course would come later - although Susan jokingly complained it wasn't real Chinese food.

Instead of eating in the dining room I suggested we eat in downstairs in my entertainment room so we could watch Netflix and chill. With a less formal setting and it being Friday night, the girls were glad to be in t-shirts and yoga pants after spending all day at work in tight skirts and high heels.

"Welcome to my man cave, ladies!" I greeted the women as my wife led Susan and Deborah down into the basement.

"You'd be surprised that I rarely come down here," Sam quipped.

"You two don't watch movies together down here?" Deborah gasped, amazed at my expensive home theater setup with the 80-inch UHDTV, 7.1 surround sound setup, and black leather sofa.

"Sometimes," Sam responded, giving me a glance. "Mike prefers if I watch in our bedroom."

"That's because this would be wasted on romcoms," I interjected, caressing the frame of my television like one of the models on The Price Is Right.

"So what are we going to watch?" Susan asked as I turned on the TV and Sam laid out the food on the coffee table.

"Netflix?" I suggested, offering her the remote. "You're our guests."

"Even a romcom?" Deborah giggled as she got some food.

"Yes, even a romcom," I sighed before stuffing my mouth with fried rice.

As we ate the girls playfully argued over which movie to watch. I surprised with on their final choice -- they picked The Princess Bride. Chinese food, cuddling with our spouses while watching a great classic movie, and sex with my wife's friend on a Friday night -- life was good!

I had to pause at the part where Buttercup was about to stab herself and Westley interrupts her by stating, "There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world, it would be a pity to damage yours."

"As much as I love Robin Wright as an actress, I don't think she has perfect breasts," I joked. "They're kinda small."

"Oh? And who do you think has perfect breasts?" Susan wondered.

"Sam, of course," I laughed. My wife stared at me but I didn't return the gaze, unsure if she was pissed at me or embarrassed.

"Well, I think Deb has perfect breasts," Susan countered.

"There's only one way to find out!" Deborah suggested, pulling her t-shirt over her head to reveal her huge tits.

Sam sighed, accepting her fate, and did the same. The two bare-chested girls got up and stood in front of Susan and me.

"So how do we judge who has the perfect breasts?" Susan asked.