Friday night!

As much as I would have loved to have a final tryst at the motel with Catherine at lunch I decided it was best if I work through lunch so I could leave early to beat the evening rush hour traffic. Catherine was disappointed but understood and agreed to my plan. My coworkers weren't surprised I didn't join them for lunch but were surprised I didn't go out to have lunch with my wife like usual. I just ordered take out and at my burger and fries at my desk while I hunted for bugs in my code.

"I hope you don't mind if I take off early instead of joining you guys for Friday beers," I asked my supervisor.

"No problem, Mike," Fred smiled. "I'll just dock it out of your pay!"

I stared at him for a moment until he laughed. "I'm kidding! Go home to your pregnant wife! I know how it was for me when we were expecting our first baby!"

"Thanks again, Fred!" I said, offering him a fistbump. "Have a good weekend!"

"You too!" he waved as I headed out the door. "Say hi to the Mrs for me!"

I'll do more than say hi to her, I thought to myself as I pulled out my phone to text Catherine.

Me: I'll be there in about 15 minutes.

Catherine: I'll be waiting, babe! <3 u!

I stared at the screen for a moment and wondered if we were still roleplaying as husband and wife.

Me: I love you too!

As the owner of her own agency she got to set her own hours and she had worked from home that day so dinner should ready by the time I pulled up to her driveway.

"Honey, I'm home!" I shouted after opening the unlocked front door.

"I'm in the kitchen!" Catherine yelled back.

I trotted over to the kitchen to see her wearing nothing but an apron and high heels while preparing dinner.

"Hey, babe!" she smiled and greeted me with a kiss. "How's work?"

"Long without you!" I smiled back and caressed her naked back and butt. "Dinner smells great!"

"Thanks, I took off work early so I can make you a home cooked meal!" she replied while stirring the food in the pan. "I don't get to cook that often with work and being single..."

"Do you always cook in the nude?" I chuckled.

"Only for my husband," she giggled.

"You're an amazing wife," I said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

"I know," she smiled. "Do you mind going to the wine cabinet and get a bottle of Chardonnay?"

"Sure, honey," I replied and went over to the well stocked wine cabinet. Like Sam, Catherine knew and loved her wine.

By the time I found the bottle and got back, Catherine was plating the pasta with a side salad. I helped her move the food over to the dining table and I held her chair while she sat down. I unscrewed the bottle to pour us both a glass.

"Thank you for making us dinner," I smiled, leaning over to give her a kiss.

"It's the least I could do for what you've done for me," she responded.

"What do you mean?"

"Getting me pregnant, silly!"

"Well, we're not a hundred percent sure yet that you're pregnant," I grinned. "We should make sure after dinner!"

"Of course, that's why I'm only wearing an apron!" she giggled. "I'm going to miss this."

"What do you mean?"

"Pretending to be married," she sighed. "I missed the happy days of my marriage..."

Before she got too depressed thinking about her failed marriage I kissed her passionately. "I will always be here for you and our baby."

She looked deeply into my eyes and knew I was speaking the truth. "Thank you, Michael."

We raised our wine glasses to toast our last night together as a pretend husband and wife.We chitchatted while we at her delicious home-cooked meal, getting to know more about each other beyond sex. However, with the last bites the subject of sex eventually came up.

"So since tonight is the last night of my ovulation does this mean we have to immediately stop fucking at midnight?" she giggled, taking another sip of wine.

"Well, we can just use another timezone!" I chuckled, standing up to clear the table. When I returned, Catherine was laying on the dining table wearing only her high heels and a seductive smile.

"Ready for dessert?" she purred, spreading her wet pussy lips with her fingers.