We have lived our lives as any other family, except that my husband keeps two wives. This whole thing started when we were in graduate school. I arrived in town and was looking for a place to live and met a girl who was also looking for a place to live and so we decided that we would look together for an apartment. Rents were very expensive and we saw this ad for two roommates, and we answered the ad. It was guy who was getting his phd and he had a house with three rooms and he was subletting two of the rooms out. The price was right and the location was very good, and we agreed on moving in.

On that one given Saturday night, we were drinking heavily and kidding around and he got real serious and grabbed me and took me right on the couch. Our other roommate tried to get him off of me, but she ended up being taken in the bedroom. He brought her out and sat her down beside me and told us were going to be his wives. He gave us a long list of duties. We sat on the couch for a long time listening to him and him telling us to agree we were his wives until we accepted what was as being what was and we agreed to call him husband and he would call us wife. We were pretty drunk.

It was late, and all the drinking had not worn off and we two wives went to bed together, half expecting him to take one of us with him to his room. When we were together we talked and we decided that we would just run away the next day, and we talked about the fucking we had both gotten, and it dawned on us that he had ejaculated in her but not me. That is when we got sober. She was pretty sure that she was at the worst time of her cycle. We didn't run away.

Our fears were all for nothing, being wives was easy, maybe because there was two of us. I took care and got on the pill and she talked to her doctor and he told her not to get on the pill, if she was pregnant she should not get on the pill. She was pregnant and she and I swore to each other that we would stand by each other not matter what. At that time we weren't too sure how long this wife thing was going to last.

We continued in school and we got better and better at being wives and she got bigger and bigger. The house took on a whole lot of order, we treated him like a husband and he treated us like wives and we all got prepared for our first baby.

Around her fifth month, her belly was showing, a round belly that I rubbed oils on and watched her changing before my eyes. I developed a feeling and unease deep inside of me, I wanted to be pregnant too. I talked to her about it, and after several weeks we agreed that I would try too. I got off the pill and as she was getting ready to give birth, I was confirmed to be pregnant. By now, we told friends and family that were a family, he was our husband and we were his wives.

If anything cemented us together, it was our first baby. As agreed between us, I was in the delivery room and the doctor let me catch the baby, and with the help of the nurses to take the baby to his mom for his first hug and kisses. In time she would do the same for me.

I went and got our baby's father and as he held his son, I knew I more than ever that were meant to be together. There was no more playing or pretending.

Time took us to the west coast and then back to middle America where we started our lives together, and our family grew.

Our kids are now moving out of the house, either on to college or on their own. And none the worse for wear. We are just a house with one dad and two moms.

We just took our daughter too to set up her housing at college, in a dorm, for an upcoming summer orientation. The housing office is where we first met and agreed to move into together. Yesterday is today.