At the baby store.

I hate to admit that going shopping was a great distraction from all of the sex we were planning to have all weekend. No sane heterosexual man would turn down the opportunity to have sex with three gorgeous women for two days straight but despite my libido my stamina has its mortal limits.

I chauffeured the girls to Storks, a maternity and baby store that catered to expectant mothers who were willing to spend extra for the pampered personal service and high-end products -- not unlike comparing Emma's lingerie boutique to Wal-Mart's underwear department. The lingerie analogy was apt as lacy bras and panties would excite me whenever I would visit Emma's Dream Boutique then baby clothes would excite my wife whenever she would visit Storks.

"Oh hello, Mrs. Hunt!" a beautiful statuesque blonde greeted Sam with a kiss on the cheek when she entered the store.

"Hi, Stephanie," my wife replied with a cheek kiss in return. "I brought my husband, Mike..."

Stephanie kissed me on the cheek and I awkwardly returned the gesture.

"... and our friends Deborah and Susan."

"Welcome to my boutique, ladies," Stephanie smiled and the three woman exchanged cheeks kisses. "Are either of you having a baby?"

"Not yet," Susan blushed and the three girls glanced over at me. Luckily the shop owner didn't deduce the meaning behind the subtle looks and thus the reason they were at the store.

"They're just helping me pick up some cute baby stuff," my wife interjected.

"Ah yes," the blonde nodded with a smile. "Do you know if it's a boy or girl yet?"

"Not yet," Sam replied with a cute frown, patting her baby bump.

"Are you hoping for a boy or a girl?" Stephanie asked.

"Either as long as she's healthy," Sam giggled, winking at me. I didn't really care either way since I would teach my son or daughter to be a nerd like their old man.

While I kept myself busy on my phone, Stephanie guided the girls around the store, showing them the latest in maternity fashion and baby items. They fawned over a two-month-old baby while they chatted with the young mother.

"You're not going to wear sweatpants to work?" I asked, looking at the new dresses my wife picked out.

She punched me in the arm. "Just pay."

"Yes, ma'am."

While we were walking back to the car it was obvious from the giddiness that Susan and Deborah were smitten with the baby they had played with in the store.

"She was so cute!" Susan giggled.

"I can't wait to have a baby!" Deborah exclaimed, smiling at me.

Yeah, I could tell that the girls were soaking wet and anxious for me to fill their bellies of my seed.

"I guess we're going back home to make some babies then?" I chuckled.

"Yes," all three girls replied in unison.