Dinner at Deborah and Susan's house.

"Hi honey!" I greeted my wife after she opened the door to the Jeep and climbed in. "How's your day?"

"Not as good as yours!" she giggled with a wink. "How was lunch?"

"Great but I didn't eat anything," I answered deadpan.

"Deb said she enjoyed having lunch with you at the motel," Sam laughed at my Cheshire Cat grin. "By the way, we're having dinner at Deb's and Sue's tonight. We'll go home to freshen up first."

"Okay, sure," I nodded. I was a bit surprised by the dinner plans because I thought Deborah and I would just do our impregnation thing without our significant others around. Then again, women are weird creatures who seem to find something romantic on almost everything.

When we got home we took a shower together -- Sam got a bit worked up when I answered her question about how Deborah reacted to having sex with a man for the first time in years and we would have had sex in the shower if she didn't want me to save my stamina for later that night. We dried off, got dressed, and headed over to Deborah's and Susan's house.

"Hi, guys, come on in," Deborah greeted us at the door, wearing a white charmeuse and lace cut out gown with a keyhole neck, an open back, and lace cups. I knew they said dress casual but I didn't realize it was this casual. We followed her to the dining room where Susan waited for us wearing a black satin robe, silk stockings, and high heels.

Susan hugged us. "Have a seat. Dinner is ready. I hope you don't mind Italian take-out."

"I don't care what I eat, I'm starving," I replied. I had a bag of potato chips after I had got back to the office and chowed down on a protein bar when we got home.

"Yeah, sorry about missing your lunch," Deborah blushed as she headed the kitchen to help her partner. "We'll make it up to you!"

The girls came back from the kitchen with a large plate of pasta and small bowls of salad. Everyone sat down and popped open a bottle of white wine and poured us glasses to celebrate.

"To Deb and Sue's decision to have babies!" Sam cheered, lifting up her glass of water.

"Cheers!" we all replied.

I had to control myself from wolfing down the pasta while the girls daintily picked at their salads and chatted about Sam's pregnancy and anxiety of becoming a mother. When I finally finished eating the girls looked at me and then to each other.

"Shall we have dessert?" Deborah asked with a mischievous smile.