Time to go shopping!

After she recovered, Deborah and I hopped back into the shower for a quick wash down of the sweat and smell of sex before we got dressed and headed back down stairs to find our wives were chatting over tea in the breakfast nook.

"How was your shower," Susan asked, sipping her cup of tea.

"Hot and wet," I answered, winking at Deborah.

All of the girls rolled their eyes at my dumb and not very subtle innuendo joke.

"So what's the plan for today, girls?" I asked, knowing that they must have wanted to do something else other than being fucked and filled with my semen for the rest of the weekend.

"Shopping," my wife replied with a smirk.

"Lingerie shopping, I hope?" I grinned.

"Even better," Susan giggled.

"What's better than sexy silk bras and panties?" I wondered.

"Shopping for the baby," Sam replied, patting her barely noticeably baby bump.

"How's that better than lingerie?" I gave my wife an arched eyebrow inquisitive look.

She leaned in to whisper in my ear, "When they see all the baby stuff they'll be soaking wet to have a baby too and will be anxious for you to knock them up!"

I couldn't argue with her logic and grabbed my car keys. "Let's go girls!"