Dinner at the Youngs.

Bill and Emma lived about fifteen minutes away in a four-bedroom two-storey house. Their home was perfect, which it had to be considering that Bill was a renovations contractor and Emma had the taste of an interior decorator. Sam told me that a year earlier that Emma had already prepared one of their bedrooms for their baby and sometimes would cry seeing the room. I could understand why Bill would allow me to help conceive their child if it meant giving his wife the one happiness she desired in the whole world.

"Hi, Mike," Emma greeted me at the door with a kiss on the cheek, letting me sample her perfume and the cleavage her blue cocktail dress exposed. She then hugged my wife.

"Sam, you look gorgeous." Emma looked over Sam in her stunning green cocktail dress that hugged her curves and slight baby bump.

"Thank you, Emma!" Sam grinned. "You look gorgeous too!"

"Dinner should be ready soon," she announced.

"Do you need help?" Sam offered.

"No, we don't want to ruin your dress," Emma replied and lead us to the living room. "Do you want something to drink before dinner? Beer? Wine?"

"Just water for me," Sam replied, patting her belly as a reminder she didn't drink any more.

"Beer, thank you," I answered.

"I'll be right back," our hostess smiled before leaving my wife and I alone.

"Second thoughts?" I asked Sam when I noticed she was staring at photos of Bill and Emma on the fireplace mantle.

"No, I'm just so happy for her," she replied. She turned to me and gave me a kiss. "Thank you again, honey, for helping her."

"Don't thank me yet until her pregnancy test is positive," I smirked.

"Of course," Emma giggled behind me, startling me. "Here's your beer, Mike."

"Thank you."

"Dinner's ready. Shall we sit?" Emma announced and lead us to the dinning room, where Bill was placing down the chicken fettuccine alfredo he had cooked.

"Smells great, Bill," I said as I pulled back a chair for my wife to sit. "Where'd you learn to cook?"

"College. I got tired of mac and cheese," he replied. "Besides I learned that chicks are attracted to guys who know how to cook."

"How do you think he got me to marry him?" Emma giggled, giving a kiss to her husband.

"I thought it was my good looks, charming personality, and big dick," Bill replied with a mock frown.

"I'll give you the big dick part," his wife laughed.

"Okay, I'm getting a bit uncomfortable with the talk of Bill's big dick so let's raise our glasses," I suggested, raising my bottle of beer.

"What are we toasting, honey?" my wife asked, cautiously raising her glass of water.

"To Emma and Samantha's friendship and love," I replied. Both women were deeply touched by my sentiments, although I didn't think they suspect my selfish reason -- if it wasn't for them I don't think neither Bill or I would have been involved wife swapping.

We made small talk about work and eventually about Sam's pregnancy, which of course lead to Emma's attempt at conception.

"So the pregnancy test came up negative," Emma said with a sigh. I wondered if she was referring to the foursome or the motel tryst.

"We still have until the end of the week, honey." Bill leaned over to hug his wife. "Including tonight."

"I guess we're done with dinner," I chuckled, subtlety stating the obvious of what we were there for. Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Where should we do this?" Sam asked, with a smirk and naughtiness in her green eyes.