They went downstairs instead.

"How about downstairs instead?" Bill suggested with a mischievous grin.

"The downstairs room, huh?" I muttered with interest, suddenly excited at the memory of their basement. Whereas my basement man cave was designed and furnished by me to meet my geeky hobbies, Bill's basement had a great home theater but also a special room he had custom built for his swinging days.

"You don't want to make love on a bed, honey?" Sam asked me with a bit of disappointment in her voice.

"We weren't exactly making love a couple minutes ago," I noted. "Besides, this will probably be the last time we get to use the room before we're all tired parents."

Sam and Emma looked at each and -- I swear they're telepathic -- nodded and then smiled at Bill and I.

"I've added something new," Bill boasted with pride as he lead us downstairs to the home theater with a bar. Obviously he did not want their families to know about their secret sex den so using his skill and experience and as a renovator contractor Bill made the wine rack into the hidden door to the room. I was surprised he still hadn't converted it to a sewing room. I guess Emma and him were still using it when trying to get pregnant for the past two years.

"Wow," Sam and I gasped at the same time, impressed how different the room had looked. When we had last came over, before we all stopped swinging, the room was rather barren but now it was nicely decorated, most likely due to Emma's touch. The walls had blood red wallpaper with mirrors next to and above the king size four poster bed. There was an elegantly curved Tantric chair in one mirrored corner and a stripper pole in another. However, the thing that grabbed our attention was a swing -- not the type you would find on a playground but rather it had special straps and seat that allowed a woman to be comfortably held up in the air with her legs splayed apart while her partner fucked her standing up.

"What would you like to try?" Emma asked me with a sly smile.