I am 27 years old and my best friend from high school and I are sharing a man.

When we were seniors she met this guy at an art fair and he fucked her and got her pregnant. The only person who knew that he fucked her was me. He arranged for her to get an abortion.

After the abortion, we went to visit him and he wanted a piece, her or me, he didn't care. So I gave it to him on the condition that he pulled out. After he pulled out I didn't even feel like I had sex so I told him not to pull out the next time. She and I went to this clinic and we got birth control pills because we were going to be sexually active and she said having an abortion sucked. We went to him for the rest of high school and got fucked almost every week.

After we graduated we got jobs and lived together. We didn't see him any more. A couple of times we tried to get it on together, but it didn't feel right. We met this man who was married and we told him he could have us both if he paid for our apartment. He liked to watch us make out before he got going so we did it to make him get hot. We started to like making out and we would make out in the shower when we washed our hair. The man who was paying our rent lost interest in us and we never saw him again.

For the next five years we didn't have any one steady, it was just the two of us. We were convinced we had found out why we liked being friends. But one day at work I was talking to this superintendent at the plant and he told me he wanted to give it to me. He pulled out his cock and he didn't even have to ask me and I went down on him. He took me and it just brought back all the feelings and how much I missed it. He and I got into a drawn out affair at the plant. I got pregnant.

I had already told my girl friend about him and after I got pregnant and her experience with the abortion we decided to keep the baby. After a year my baby daddy separated from his old girl friend and he moved in with us.

We give him what he asks for and let him be the man of the house. Even though having a man living with us is sometimes hard, it is better than living alone, he makes good money and we need the money. And he is good to his son. We have always shared, for us it is better that way.