It disappointingly took two months before the rabbit finally died. Disappointing, because we'd put all our game play on hold, so that all of my cum would be going to its intended purpose. But it was worth it. We got the news three days after Christmas and we were both thrilled. Life couldn't get much better. Betsy had her job, and loved it, I had mine, and loved it, we had a nice house with nice neighbors, we had fantastic friends, and now, we were going to have a baby of our own. We'd watched Katie have hers, and she and Betsy talked endlessly about baby stuff when they were together. I had to admit, Betsy had much larger breasts than Katie, and if that continued, I was going to be in heaven. Katie's boobs had grown at least two cup sizes and if Betsy's did the same, well, I'm a boob man, what can you expect.
The phone call came out of the blue. Betsy and I had been wondering what we wanted to do for the New Year, only a few days away. We talked about getting together with Chris and Katie, but they weren't planning on going out, not with the new baby. Victoria already had plans. Samantha and her husband had a falling out; over her getting caught having sex in a store dressing room, with someone he didn't know she was playing with, and they weren't playing anymore. That left us kind of alone. Betsy wanted to invite a new couple she knew from work and introduce them to strip twister, but it was someone I didn't know yet, and I wasn't sure I wanted to do that with strangers, at least not the first time we got together. We'd about decided that maybe we'd invite them over for dinner and a small New Year celebration, without sex, at least the first time.
"Missus Wilson. Hi. No, we haven't made any yet. All the girls from work and their husbands? Sounds like it could be fun. Your house? Seven? Absolutely, I'm sure David would enjoy the chance to socialize a bit with his coworkers. Alright. Sure. See you then." Betsy said. "Well, I think we know what we're doing for the New Year now."
"Yeah?"
"The Wilsons are inviting all the code work group over for a New Year's party. I thought we should go, so I said yes for you."
"I suppose it could be fun." I agreed.
"She said dress code was sexy casual." Betsy said, as she walked away, heading to the kitchen. "I'm sure that was aimed at you, after the wedding reception."
"I bet it was." I said to myself quietly. Last thing I needed to do was get in trouble with my boss. What I did at the reception wasn't a particularly a good idea, but what was done was done. He hadn't said anything to me, so I was pretty sure she hadn't told him, that I had been inside her or made her climax. I hoped it stayed that way.
---o---
We walked up to the Wilson's house in a light snow storm. Light meaning that the snow was light, but the wind had it blowing almost horizontal, as it gusted to almost forty miles an hour. It was far from warm at fifteen degrees, making me feel sorry for Betsy in the very short dress she'd chosen. At least I had pants on. That wind had to be blowing right up her skirt and freezing her sexy pussy, in those skimpy lace panties she chose. Fortunately, Mrs. Wilson, Anne, answered the door before my poor wife was frozen like a popsicle, and invited us in. She waited until we had our coats off and hung up and then hugged us both. Neither of us were surprised at the intensity of the hugs we both received, not after the reception.
"I'm sooooo glad you two could come. It would have been a shame not to have the whole team here."
"Everyone else is here?" I asked.
"Uh huh." She stepped closer to me. "But Victoria broke up with her boyfriend this week, so don't ask about him."
"Another one?" Betsy whispered. "Good lord. She can't keep one more than a few weeks."
"No, she can't. It's kind of a shame. She's such a sweet woman. I don't know what the problem is."
I didn't want to say anything, but sneaking into my office and stripping for me at least once a week, might have something to do with it. "I agree. It's a shame."
"So, how's it going with you two?"
"I'm pregnant." Betsy whispered with a huge grin. "We just found out a few days ago. Late Christmas present."
Anne leaned in and hugged her tightly. "Oh good! I'm soooo happy for you two!"
"We are too, though I'm not looking forward to this morning sickness getting worse."
"Already?" Anne asked quickly.
"Yeah. For almost two weeks already."
Anne frowned. "Well, we can talk about it later. Come on in. The food is in the kitchen, the bar downstairs is open. Oh yeah. Katie and Chris decided to come, so they're here with the baby!"
"They are? Cool!" Betsy said excitedly, almost immediately heading toward the living room, leaving me with Anne.
She stepped closer to me, after Betsy walked away, and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling our hips together. "How's married life?"
"It's been good. We were already living together, so not that much of an adjustment."
"I've never been alone with you long enough. But I wanted to thank you. It set me thinking. I'd kind of like to talk to you later if we can get some alone time."
"Um. Sure." I answered hesitantly.
"You worried about what George would think about us having a private talk?"
"A bit. He is my boss. I don't want to do anything to mess up my job, especially not with a baby on the way."
She smiled. "Don't worry. He knows what I'm going to say, and you won't be in trouble. But that's for later! Right now, come dance with me. They have the record player going in the basement."
"Sure, "I agreed, wondering what exactly she wanted to about. We made our way to the basement, where a few couples were dancing, Leah and her husband Jeff, Gabby and her boyfriend, Anna and her husband Tom, all swaying slowly to the music, while George sat and chatted with Victoria on one of the sofas near the record player.
Anne pulled me close to her and began to slow dance with me, pressing us together and letting her pelvis press against my quickly growing dick. I could feel her nipples hardening in the thin dress material, making me wonder if she had forgone a bra tonight? The ruffle across the front of the dress kept me from seeing if she had, but based on feel, I was pretty sure she did. I glanced over at George, watching us, but clearly not upset. Instead, he sat with his hand on Victoria's bare leg, just below the hem of her short skirt. She had her hand on his, not moving it, but not pushing it away either as she continued to their conversation.
We danced for almost half an hour, before she had to excuse herself and go up to take care of some food, she had spent the whole time dancing, pressed as tightly against me as she could. I made my way to the bar and Mister Wilson got up to meet me. "What can I get you?"
"Sure, Mister Wilson. How about a beer?"
"Schlitz okay? Or you want a Bud? And call me George here in the house. No point in being formal here."
"Schlitz is fine." I nodded as he pulled one from the small refrigerator behind the bar and popped it open. He poured it into a glass and then poured another for himself.
"Anne seemed to be enjoying herself, dancing with you." He said quietly.
