"Yes!"

"Yes!" I blurted out.

"Do you want ice cream or apple pie?" my wife asked.

I stared at her blankly. "Wait, dessert isn't an euphemism for sex?"

"Actually it is but we wanted to see how you would react!" Deborah replied and the girls laughed.

"Ha. Ha," I said, rolling my eyes. "Anyway, I'll have some apple pie with ice cream."

"You don't want to have sex?" Susan asked.

"I want both dessert and sex," I replied.

"Men..." Sam sighed, taking out the pie from the fridge. "Anyone else want dessert?"

"Sure, I'll have ice cream," Deborah answered.

"Me too!" Susan chirped. "What flavors do you have?"

"Let's see," I muttered as I opened the freezer door. "We have vanilla, Ben & Jerry's Strawberry Cheesecake, Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Almond Nougat, Häagen-Dazs Cookie Dough Dyanmo, and Häagen-Dazs Bourbon Praline Pecan."

"Ooooh, I'll take the Strawberry Cheesecake!" Deborah piped up.

"I'll have the Cookie Dough Dyanmo," Susan answered.

"I'll have the Bourbon Praline Pecan," my wife replied.

"Apple pie with ice cream and making love to three beautiful women," I smiled as I took a bite. "What a great way to end the day!"

Unlike the girls who savored each spoonful of ice cream, I wolfed down the slice of apple pie.

"I guess we're done with dessert," my wife noted at my empty plate. "Time to make babies, girls?"

"Yes!" Deborah and Susan cheered in unison.

After putting away the unfinished pints of ice cream I led the girls upstairs to the master bedroom where we helped each other strip what little clothing we had with soft kisses and caresses. Once we were all naked I climbed up onto the bed and laid in the middle with my erection proudly standing the the stars and stripes on the Fourth of July.

"Who's first to ride the Mikecyle?" I quipped.