The four of us spent the day reflecting on how the wedding went, what we could have done better, and celebrating our first wedding orgy.
Monday morning, Chrissy was at the office to meet with me.
"Welcome, I hope you got some rest after the wedding," I asked her, inviting her in and motioning toward a chair.
"That was a different type of wedding. That is why I thought you might be a candidate for my business. Your girlfriend as well."
"We already have a business that will do well for us."
"This won't interfere with what you have going and make you considerably more money."
"Okay, what do you have to offer?" I asked.
"I have clients looking to have kids. The problem is, through either low sperm count, lack of a partner, or same-sex marriage, they cannot get pregnant outside of artificial insemination. They don't want to go that route. They want to become pregnant naturally and need a willing guy to make it happen. They have signed non-disclosures and legal paperwork that will never require child support from you if you agree to impregnate them."
"So I get the benefit of a fuck?"
"It's more than that. They keep track of their fertile times and need you to, as you say, fuck them for three days to ensure. They will pay you five thousand for your time. If they don't get pregnant, you keep the money anyway."
"And you used plural; how many women are we talking about?"
"It would usually be 4 per week. You meet them at the hotel in town, do your thing, and do your business. I figure two early mornings and two later at night. It gives you time to recoup. I also figured Tuesday to Thursday would be the least interference in your photography."
"And my girlfriend?"
"If she is interested, I have gay couples looking to have children. In her case, it's a nine-month commitment. They will pay one hundred thousand and all medical expenses. They would like to attend doctor's appointments and be there for the birth. They both would want to make love to her over her three prime days of pregnancy, so they would not know without a DNA test which one of them is the biological father. Talk it over with her and see if she is interested. Back to you, are you interested? I have a woman at the hotel now and the money in cash if you want to add to your wealth."
"Since she is here, I will have a trial run and see what I think. That's a lot of money to turn away for what I enjoy, sex."
"Tell you what, here is the card for the hotel; I will meet you in the lobby at 5 pm and introduce you. Then I will pay for the two of you to have dinner, get to know each other, and then go up to her suite."
"What's in this for you?" I inquired.
"I am well compensated for my work and have many clients, enough to keep you busy this year and beyond. Think of the money added to your growing photo business."
Chrissy stood, shook hands, and said she was looking forward to introducing me to Rose, who would be right down. She handed me an envelope with the cash for my service to Rose.
"I have three more ladies who will be arriving tomorrow; you will meet one at breakfast with Rose, and the other two will meet you for dinner to break the ice. If you're interested."
"I'm interested, and so is my girlfriend."
"I will call her and make arrangements to meet with the two guys and a schedule for her next nine months," Chrissy said as Rose walked into the dining room and joined up.
"Jim, I will leave you with Rose, have a nice dinner and evening. I will give Mary a call and see you at 8 am."
I walked into the dining room, pulled the chair for Rose, and sat beside her. Her hazel eyes twinkled as she sat. Middle age, she had kept herself up.
We ordered and talked about our lives; she was a business owner in the clothing line and had never married but desired to have a couple of children without the attachment of a mate. After she became pregnant, our relationship ended, as the legal documents spelled it out. She told me she wanted a donor but not the impersonal type of being inseminated like a horse. I was her stud for three days.
After the meal, we walked to the hotel elevator down the hall to her suite.
When the door closed, she turned and began to kiss me. I responded in kind, our tongues dancing around in each other mouths as he walked down to the bedroom, feeling each other up on the way.