Lunch!

After a light brunch of mostly mimosas and then an impromptu lingerie fashion show-cum-orgy, everyone was starving and needed to eat to replenish their energy before we all went back to making out again.

I put the pizza boxes down on the counter and was about to ask one of the girls to call the others down but my wife and the other three seemingly to magically appear in the kitchen, I guess that the smell of freshly baked pizzas snapped them out of their erotic playfulness on the shower.

"Dig in, girls!" I cheered and they all grabbed slices, hungrily wolfing them down.

"Oh God, I'm starving!" Talia mumbled with her mouth full of pizza.

"Mmm... This is great pizza, Ian," smiled Stephanie. "Thank you for ordering!"

"Thank you, Ian!" the rest of the girls cheered.

"Wait, we need wine!" interrupted my wife and then she turned to me with a heart-melting smile. "Honey, please get some Pinot Grigio."

I nodded and took a bite from my slice before going to the wine cabinet in the dining room to get the wine. I had learned from my years of being married was that women loved mimosas at social events but they loved wine even more. I knew that the girls were going to get tipsy again, which meant that they were going to get horny -- not that they actually needed **** to fire up their libido.

I returned back to the kitchen with the two bottles of wine raised in the air like a proud hunter who had just bagged two fat ducks. Elizabeth retrieved the wine glasses while I grabbed the corkscrew. The girls cheered after I popped the cork from the first bottle and started to pour the white wine into the glasses.

"You're not having any, honey?" my wife asked.

"I'm the designated driver again," I chuckled at my own double entendre joke -- the girls didn't laugh but rolled their eyes. "Besides, **** may affect my erection and you girls don't want that to happen, right?"

They shook their heads.

"Well, that's more wine for me," Amy noted, gulping down her glass empty, much to the dismay of the rest of us. I guess having a rare free weekend from her son to spend time with her best friends to drink and have sex was something she wanted to savor every moment.

I poured her more wine while the six of us sat stood around kitchen island half naked in our towels nonchalantly eating, drinking, and chitchatting.

"I think you two will be amazing mothers," Amy proclaimed, smiling at Talia and Elizabeth.

"Well, we still need to get pregnant first," my wife corrected, glancing over at me.

"When we do, we'll definitely get your advice on motherhood," Talia laughed. "Maybe even babysit for us!"

"What about you girls?" Amy questioned Corrine and Stephanie.

"What about us?" Corrine replied.

"Tick tock. Tick tock!" Elizabeth giggled.

"Oh God, you sound like my mother nagging me about my biological clock!" Stephanie complained. "'Find a nice guy to settle down with,' she says!"

"A nice guy in L.A.?" Corrine snorted and we all laughed.

"There are nice guys out there," my wife added and she touched my arm. "See, I have Ian!"

"Yeah, I wished I had a nice guy like him instead of the asshole who knocked me up and left me to be single mother," Amy grumbled before swigging some wine and smiling. "But I have no regrets about having Adam!"

Talia and Corrine, who stood next to Amy, gave her a much needed hug.

"Have you girls ever wondered what life would be like if you had married Ian instead of me?" Elizabeth blurted out. I could tell from her rosy cheeks she was already tipsy.