You go back inside

Your wife sits back down and drags you with her. She absentmindedly keeps stroking your bulge, which refuses to go down, but it seems like the other girls are only partly amused by that. Maybe things would have ended up differently if they were in a better mood from the start.

After a while, your drinks are all empty and you head back inside, changing back into your clothes after a quick shower. You're last.

You hurry back down to the kitchen as you hear the women starting to leave.