The tea party.

My wife invited the girls over for tea the next day after she had informed me that she had volunteered me to be a stud to father her friends' children. Not that I was complaining, mind you -- I was going to have sex with several beautiful women to try to impregnate them, all with the consent of my pregnant wife. I was living a Penthouse Letters fantasy.

“I never thought this would happen to me…”

The doorbell rang.

"Honey, I'll get it!" I yelled to my wife, who was busy getting the snacks ready in the kitchen.

I opened the door and was greeted with Emma's beautiful smile. "Hi, Emma! Come on in!"

"Hey, Mike," she said, giving me a kiss and a hug. I missed those big tits of hers.

"Hi, Em!" Sam cheered as she walked into the living room from the kitchen with a tray of hors d'oeuvres. "The other girls should be here soon."

"So this is my cue to head down to my man cave," I announced.

"No, you're staying," my wife ordered. "We're not only going to talk about babies but also about you."

"Me?"

"Yes, you," Sam replied. "That's because we have to discuss planning of the schedule of you impregnating them during their ovulation cycles."

"How about I'll say yes to whatever you girls hash out on the calendar?" I was really trying my hardest to get out from attending my wife's tea party.

"No, this involves you, so sit!" Sam growled.

I learned not to piss off a pregnant redhead and did what I was told. I examined the herbal teas while we waited for the other girls to arrive. Luckily it didn't take long for Catherine, Deborah, Susan, and Selina to arrive.

My wife was the perfect hostess, pouring tea for her friends. I sat on a stool next to Sam while the ladies chatted small talk, which the subject of babies was of course brought up and that inevitably lead to me.

"Soooo..." I drawled, trying to break the awkwardness of the attention I was suddenly getting from the six pairs of eyes. "Sam told me you girls want to have babies. Congratulations!"

"Did you tell him about the...." Susan began to ask Sam before I cut her off.

"Yes, she told me about donating my sperm. I'm okay with that."

"And I told Mike about the natural method of insemination instead of IVF," Sam added. "I'm okay with that."

"Are you sure?" Selina asked, blushing. "We don't want Mike to be unfaithful to you. I couldn't live with myself if this strains your marriage."

"Girls, you're all beautiful but I could never leave my gorgeous redhead wife for you!" I joked. My wife kissed me and that gave a sense of relief to her friends, who were oblivious to our swinging lifestyle before we got pregnant.

"May I suggest something?" Susan piped up.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"I recommend that we have Mike sign a contract waiving him of his parental rights and we get full custody so there won't be any legal problems down the road," Susan stated matter-of-factly. "I'm sure Mike doesn't want to pay child support for four kids."

I looked at my wife and she nodded. Susan was a corporate contract attorney so she knew what she was talking about. "Sure, you're the lawyer."

"Good, I prepared documents for everyone to read and sign," Susan replied, taking out papers from her handbag and handing them out to everyone to look over.

"So I sign this and agree to give you girls full parental rights and in return you don't ask for financial support from me?" I asked to double-check the legalese.

"Yes," Susan answered, "but you don't have to sign it now."

"I'm okay with it," I stated, looking around the coffee table. "How about you girls?"

"Yes," Catherine nodded and signed the paper.

"Me too," Selina responded.

"I guess we're all okay with the legal agreement of this," Emma acknowledged, giving Sam and me a knowing look. I'm sure that she wanted to talk to us about the contract after the tea party since neither she nor Sam had thought about having me waive my parental rights should the fact that Bill wasn't the biological father be revealed.

"Yes," all of the girls said in unison.

"So now we have to figure out each of your ovulation cycle," Sam announced, bringing up a calendar.