We Found Out We Wanted To Share Ourselves With Each Other
My name is Miranda and I share myself with my best friend and her husband. She and I grew up together and we remained friends all along. After college we both married, something all girls tried to do then, she and her husband went overseas and my husband and I moved so he could go to law school. I worked. After law school my husband ditched me. Unceremoniously, not assets to speak of, he went away and so did I.
My friend suggested that I come out to see them, to help me heal. At the time they were in Malaysia. I took a few weeks off from work and flew out to meet them. He worked for a company which had a manufacturing contract. His job was quality control. My friend and I went around, checking out the city, and having lunch with the other expat ladies. The subject of making babies while overseas came up, they had the time, and it was something they could do while the husband brought home the bacon. Many expat wives had small kids, or were pregnant. My friend begged off and said she would wait until she was back home.
In a moment when we were back at her place I mentioned to her that if I was in her situation, I would be pregnant before nightfall. She told her husband what I had said, and he said he agreed with me. Since she wouldn't allow herself to get pregnant, he went ahead and got me pregnant instead. I quit my job and remained in Malaysia, to grow a belly and have a kid for him. She got jealous and gave in and she got pregnant. We both had boys a few months apart.
Later when we were back in the States she decided she would go for number two. I asked her, and I was serious, if she minded if I got pregnant with her. We flushed all the p!lls down the toilet and laid back to get pregnant. Within three months we had both conceived and within six months we were well passed the danger period. It was during this pregnancy that we started to do massages and oiling down our bellies and boobs, with some nipple pinching and kissing and some tame pussy licking. It was the hormones we told ourselves but it was a lot more than that. Big and getting bigger, we shaved each other exposing our lips to the air and each other's tongue. By the times the babies got here we were experienced sexual partners.
We remained loyal to him, in front of him the most we did together was open our shirts and let him watch us nursing. To get his blood up we traded babies, and let the babies nurse of each other. As we continued to spend time keeping our bushes trimmed, we opened our legs for him and let him wish which one of us would be his that night. The more he fucked us the better. But while he was at work, and the older two at school, and our babies sleeping, the mamas spent time together.
I would rather kiss her than him, to lay naked beside her. To feel her hands on me, her kisses on me. I have a habit of calling her a pet name and telling her I love her. She's the quiet one, falls back on her back when I want to kiss her. I pull off her panties from under her dress and she opens her legs for me. What he does with us doesn't matter. He's welcome to it. What matters now is that we found each other. and that we are together.
