Charlie, the afternoon waiter at Friendly's smiled as the saw the group enter. Yep, it was Monday, the day these women always came in to spend a few hours. It was some kind of club he knew, although no business ever seemed to be transacted. Instead the women ordered Margaritas and told each other hilarious stories. Charlie could never really hear what was said, but from snippets and body language, it was clear they were telling each other about sleeping with men, maybe younger men, maybe more than one younger man each.

Charlie could understand how they did it; they were very attractive women. They actually looked better now than four years ago when they first started coming here. Although he guessed they were all in their early forties, they could pass for ten years younger, mainly from the way they looked and dressed. Now they all wore at least 3 inch heels and few failed to have on cute, short skirts, frilly and flounced or tight across the ass. He was pleased that most had given up pantyhose for proper stockings. He suspected some occasionally omitted the panties. Several had shrunk their waists, giving even the lithe blonde with slightly inadequate superstructure quite a figure. Slinky blouses made the most of their upper-story assets.

By the time several pitchers of Margaritas were history and the after-work customers started to arrive, there were four slightly soused sexy housewives. Charlie didn't doubt there were always going to be an equal number of very happy husbands that night. He was sometimes tempted to "get to know" one of these women better. Seeing them always made him hard. If he could have overheard their conversation this day, he would have exploded.

A closer observer than Charlie, perhaps a Charlene, might have noticed something different about today's meting. For one thing, no one ordered a Margarita but rather an espresso, latte, tisane, and lemonade. For another, the group was strangely subdued.

"Well, we did it," Karen Jurasec said with a somewhat forced smile.

"Yes," Sara Huberman nodded. "All four graduated, all with 4.0 GPA's, and no shotgun weddings."

"I should think not, each one with three women to encourage him with his studies..." added Vicki Vanclette

"When we weren't screwing him silly." Hanna interrupted. The women laughed.

"Now they are all leaving for jobs at corporate plants and offices all over the country, Karen said, sadly.

"Amazing! We've been fucking six college boys for four years and our husbands never suspected a thing" Vicki chuckled.

"Why should they?" Sara asked. "I found having affairs with your sons plus Walter Vanclette's three roommates made me feel so good about my self, so sexy, I was coming on to my husband all the time. Ralph's been getting more sex than since we were newlyweds. He can't stop grinning long enough to be suspicious.

"If they weren't men, the sex itself would have made our husbands suspicious," Vicki snorted.

There was a lull in the conversation as if everyone had something else to say but was reluctant to say it. Finally Karen took a deep breath and launched out. "Donald didn't suspect either, and yes probably because I was making love to him like crazy, but I still felt bad. I was cheating."

Several women tried to break in to object, but Karen continued. "Maybe you didn't feel that way, but I did. When I came in all those nights full of boy cum, tired but still horny, Donald always made love to me so trustingly, even eating me afterward the way I like it, never dreaming he was cleaning up after several randy twenty year olds. The guilt explains part of it. Then, too, I guess I was already feeling lonely, knowing that my Jimmy would soon be gone and Donald and I would have a big empty house to ourselves."

Several lascivious grins indicated that the other women had thought the same thing and had ideas about how to take advantage of the time alone with their husbands. Karen started to smile herself.

"So I got to thinking how I could make it up to Donald for letting me have fun with six young studs for four years, even if he didn't know it. When I thought about it, there wasn't any doubt what I should do. At the next right time when we were about to start making love I stopped him before he put on the condom and asked him if he still wanted us to start a second family he'd been pestering me about. He snorted like a horny buffalo, went wild with enthusiasm, said yes, yes, he had been dreaming for years about getting me pregnant again, about seeing my pretty tummy bulging with his baby. He even said why didn't I start on those fertility drugs that can promote multiple births. I just laughed and said, yes, we COULD wait several weeks if he wasn't in a hurry, but I had a very sticky flow this morning and was probably fertile all that weekend. I thought he might want to 'get started right away.'"

"Did he ever! He hardly let me out of bed until Monday. When we weren't fucking, he had my ass propped up with pillows to keep the semen in and spent hours eating me to climax after climax. He did it partly because he was so happy I'd relented about not having more babies after so many years but more because he'd heard orgasms promote conception."

"Since then, it's all Donald can talk about. He wants to go shopping for maternity dresses with me. He's established TWO 529 college tuition accounts and is talking about adding a nursery to the house if we don't sell and "move into something bigger." Apparently he has gotten the idea that we'll be having at least three more. Anyway, yesterday I went to my OBGYN and after a severe look for getting pregnant "at my age" she told me everything looked fine for a delivery next spring."

Karen stopped as if she had run out of gas. Looking around, she was surprised not to be greeted by congratulation or scorn or mockery. Instead, Sara spoke up. "I hadn't thought about it that way. Maybe it was the "empty next" feeling, as you said. That and regret that soon I'll have only one loving husband rather than one loving husband AND six horny college boys to fuck." There were sympathetic nods around the table. "Especially Josh." Josh's mother, Vicki, blushed.

"All the boys are nice and great lovers, but Josh is so gentle, so considerate, I knew I was going to miss him terribly. In some crazy way I wanted to hold on to him, not let him leave me." Vicki frowned. "Oh I know, he has a brilliant career ahead of him at corporate headquarters; I'd never do anything to hold him back, but I did want to keep a part of Josh with me."

"I thought about not telling him, but I couldn't be dishonest, so one night last month when he was already in me, bringing me to one wonderful orgasm after another, I asked him if he would like me to have his baby. It was hardly fair; he was pretty far gone when I told him I had removed my cervical cap and that I was probably fertile that night. If he didn't want to put a baby in me, he'd better pull out."

The other women gasped.

"I needn't have worried. Josh almost sobbed with joy. He said he'd been dreaming of being able to knock me up since the first night I took him to our lake cottage. He said I'd be the most beautiful, the sexiest new mother in the world and he would be very proud for me to have his baby. Even as he was moaning his agreement, he was fucking me faster and faster. Instinctively I locked my legs behind his back and pulled him into me. He couldn't have pulled out if he'd wanted to. Josh roared when his orgasm overtook him and I came too, feeling his hot young sperm spew into my fertile womb."

"We lay locked together like rutting dogs for several minutes when, wonder of wonders, I felt him getting hard again. I teased him about being a bad boy for wanting to fuck a pregnant woman. That set him off. He fucked me twice more without removing his cock from me for an instant. We have continued to have unprotected sex but I'm sure that first flood of potent young semen did it for me. An EPT this morning showed I'm pregnant. Ralph was rather surprised that we'd had a 'little accident, ' but he's so proud to have me pregnant again, he'll never suspect a thing."

Now it was Sara's turn to be surprised at the lack of surprise, even from Vicki. Only Hanna seemed aghast at Sara's deliberate cuckolding of her husband. "I swore him to secrecy, of course, and you mustn't tell either. It has to remain just between us."

"Well, that explains what happened to me. Josh must have told Walter he'd knocked you up," Vicky said.

"Oh no! He promised," Sara sighed.