What else can he say?

All I could do was grin weakly at my wife as she continued egging me on for a response. "Was it that obvious?" I muttered. Amy simply rewarded my honesty with another sensual grope.

"Come on, Amy! What are you hogging Ian over there for?!" whined Elizabeth. "We haven't seen him in forever, and you've been monopolizing him all evening!"

"Kinda the point. He's my husband, after all," Amy playfully retorted, wrapping an arm around me as though for protection.

"It still feels kinda surreal," remarked Stephanie after a few more sips of wine. "Who would've thought that the girl who hated the idea of boyfriends would be the first one of us to settle down?"

"Hey, can I help it if the right man decided to make his move?" defended Amy. "Besides, you're one to talk, Stephanie. I can't believe after all this time, all four of you are still single!"

"Are you crazy? If I'm not involved in some low-budget indie project, I have to work two extra jobs that actually pay enough to put bread on the table," Stephanie smirked. "I barely have time to considering going out, never mind a serious relationship."

"Tell me about it," commented Talia. "Maybe if you just lent us Ian over the weekend - "

"Hey, he's already spoken for!" Like a petulant child, Amy tightened her grip around me. "Go find your own stud!"

"Well, why fix what isn't broken? We all know that Ian's star material," laughed Corrine. "I mean, just look at him! Thirty years old, and he's so smoking hot I can't stand it! Have you two been working out?"

"You know it! No husband of mine's going to grow a fucking beer belly," my wife grinned, knocking a fist against my abdomen like it was solid granite. She was exaggerating, of course - I wasn't exactly hiding a set of washboard abs underneath, but she got the effect she wanted. "And I get to sample this delicious morsel every. Single. Night."

"Okay, that does it," Stephanie smacked her palm on the coffee table. "I say we're not leaving here tonight until we get a show of Ian's fully naked glory."

"Hey," I tried to protest, but the idea instantly caught on like wildfire. Corrine began a chant of "Take-it-off! Take-it-off!", with Stephanie, Elizabeth and Talia soon joining in. I looked to my wife, but Amy simply grinned back at me.

"Come on, it's my birthday! Why do I have to be the one who takes his clothes off?"

Talia jumped to her feet, declaring, "The people have spoken, o greatly endowed one! You will share this bounty of delectable hunk at once! We refuse to stand for this tyranny!"