Yes, I want to.

"I'm just hesitant about the idea of Bill fucking me while I'm carry your... our baby," Sam whispered.

"Honey, I don't want our marriage to be affected by this," I assured her, taking her into my arms, "I won't be jealous. We've had sex with Bill and Emma before but now we make love only with each other."

Sam stared deeply into my eyes and bit her lower lip while furrowing her brow. "Yes, I want to. I want us to help Emma have a baby."

I kissed her. "I love you."

"I know," my wife grinned mischievously. "I'm going to tell Emma the good news." She grabbed her phone and called her best friend.

"Hello?" Emma answered.

"Hi, Emma. I'm putting on you the speakerphone so Mike can hear you."

"Hi, Mike!"

"Hey, Emma," I greeted her.

"We talked it over and we're okay with the condition."

For a moment we thought we lost the connection with Emma because there were several seconds of silence until we heard her sobbing.

"Honey?" Sam asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Emma sniffed. "I'm just overwhelmed with joy. Thank you so much!"

"Thank us after you test positive," Sam joked.

"So how do we set this up? I mean the where and when," I wondered. When we were swinging we had schedule dates with the other couple, usually on the weekends, but trying to get Emma pregnant meant timing it with her fertile window. When Sam and I were trying to conceive it meant for the five days before and the day she ovulated we were having lots of sex to get her womb overflowing with semen.

There was a pause before Emma spoke. "If we can start tonight because I calculate that I'm ovulating in five days, which is this coming Friday. But we can wait until next month if you want."

Sam smiled at me and nodded. "Sure, we can do it tonight," I answered.

"I can come over to your house if it would make you feel more comfortable," Emma asked with nervousness in her voice. "In your own bed, I mean."