Emma had something to tell Sam.

"Before the girls arrive I want to talk to you privately," Emma told my wife as they sat down on the couch.

"Is something wrong with the baby?" Sam asked.

"No! Nothing's wrong with the baby," Emma answered with a warm smile to ease her friend's concern. "I just want to tell you again how much it means so much for Bill and I that we finally get to be parents. We can't thank you enough for suggesting and allowing your husband to impregnate me."

"Oh honey, you don't have thank me ever again for that! That's what friends are for," Sam cried. Seeing her friend was tearing up and she started to cry herself. The two women hugged as tightly as they could with Sam's growing belly in the way.

The girls compose themselves, sniffing as they wiped their tears away before it could ruin their makeup. "Actually, there's one more thing I want to tell you," Emma whispered -- the security camera's microphone barely picked up her voice.

"What is it?" Sam asked curiously.

"Deb told me that she and her wife want a baby so I told them that they could use Bill's sperm..."

"But his sperm count is low," Sam interrupted then gasped. "Did you tell them about you and Mike?"

"No, of course not!" Emma shook her head. "As far as everyone knows, Bill's the father."

"So you would like Mike to donate his sperm instead?"

"In a jar," Emma replied embarrassingly. "They wouldn't know the difference."

"I'll talk to Mike about it," Sam assured her friend with a warm smile. Just then the door rang and the girls freshened up before greeting their friends at the door.

I stared at the screen, wondering if there was any chance I could donate my sperm directly like I had done with Emma.

I stared at the monitor as the six women -- Sam, Emma, Deborah, Susan, Catherine, and Selina -- sat in the living room talking about gaining weight, tighter clothes, morning sickness, and everything else related to pregnancies and babies. While they chatted, I turned to my computer and clicked on the secret, encrypted folder that contained the footage recorded by Bill's hidden cameras in his bedroom and sex den. I randomly chose a video to watch to jerk off to and imagined fucking one of Emma's friends.

Deborah was not only the manager at Emma's lingerie store but she had known both Emma and Samantha since high school. Neither Deb or her wife, Susan, fit the stereotypical butch dyke look, both were very feminine with long, flowing hair -- Deborah could have been a lingerie model herself while Susan was a corporate lawyer in tight fitting pencil skirts.

Catherine was Emma's former modeling agent and was a model herself when she was young but retired early when she got married and pregnant. Sam told me that Catherine had found out her husband was cheating on her with another model. The stress of the infidelity and divorce led to a miscarriage.

Samantha, Emma, and Deborah all knew Selina from high school. I knew her a bit better than the other girls -- we often visit her restaurant, which she was the chef-owner. While the other women were statuesque, Selina was petite but curvy. She was married but her husband died a couple years earlier.