Sam discussed the proposal with me.

"Honey!" Sam called from the top of the basement stairs.

"Yeah?" I yelled back, pausing my game.

"Emma just left."

"Okay, be right up." I didn't really need to go upstairs for her to talk to me about her chat with Emma since I had listened to them over our security camera in the living room.

Sam greeted me with a big grin and a hug. "She said yes!"

"That's great! So I guess we'll go down to a fertility clinic?" I feigned ignorance of her conversation with Emma.

"Um, no," Sam mumbled, biting her lower lip. "I suggested to her that we... I mean you and her would do it the natural way."

"So you're okay with us having sex?"

"Yes or I wouldn't have brought up the idea!" she replied with a look of hurt on her beautiful face. "It's not like you had never slept with her before."

"We didn't actually sleep," I joked but I knew what she meant. When we belonged to the swingers club we enjoyed the company of Bill and Emma the most because we were already good friends with them and the other men, usually old and fat, would lust after our gorgeous wives. It got so annoying the four of us decided to leave the club and just swap partners with each other until Bill and Emma stopped swinging to try to have a baby.

"Ha ha," she grumbled at my bad attempt at humor. "Any way, she's going to talk to Bill tonight about the whole idea."

"I hope he's okay with it," I said, taking my wife's hand. Since Sam got pregnant our sex lives slowed to a crawl because the primary concern was the welfare of our unborn child. Selfishly I looked forward to fucking Emma again, flooding her womb with my seed.

"Where are we going?" she asked as I lead her upstairs to the bedroom.

"I'm going to make sure you're pregnant," I grinned. She squealed when at the top of the stairs I scooped her up and carried her to the our mahogany Candaleria poster bed. Normally I would playfully toss her on the bed but with her being four months pregnant I gently laid her down like a feather.