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when I was 23 I met a girl at work and we became good friends. We hung out together and became roommates. One bedroom roommates. She met a guy, he was a bit older than us, actually about 15 years older than us, and he got to us one night and had sex with both of us. The next morning after we had breakfast he had sex with us again.
We all moved in together fifteen years ago and we live together. We had kids, we bought a house together, we were the typical family in the suburbs except for that one little thing, we shared a man, or as most people saw it he had two women.
We don't use the word wife, we use the word girl or girlfriend. Sometimes when he needs us to say it we tell him we are his wives, but that was always private.
She and I have never had separate bedrooms, as women we have a room for ourselves and if he wants to see us he comes to our room and gets what he can depending on our mood. Believe me, when your significant other is having sexual intercourse beside you, you are ten thousands times closer to her than you can ever imagine. It is far easier to give yourself up for intercourse than to wait for her to be released. But that is something that no one expected. What I know is that the marriage is between us, the girls, we are married to each other. If anything she is my wife and I am her wife.
We never considered ourselves gay, primarily because we have intercourse with him. It is just that on all other levels we were pretty much gay, we are two women who have given our lives to one another, we share a home, we see our kids as 'our' kids, the birth mother thing is crap, these are our kids, hers and mine. To have them, to afford our home, to have a father for our kids, and to have a man available for us, we have a relationship with him. He has his room, he sleeps alone, he can come and have sex with us, but after sex he goes back to his room, especially after sex. After intercourse is when we have our time together, that is our most precious time, that is when we as wives to each other, hold and caress and love each other. He has to have sex with us for us to want each other. And that may be why we tolerate a man in our bed.
He came into our lives after we were already living together, and after she and I had already broken the boundary and had given ourselves up to each other. The glue is that without him, we have never been able to reach that total level that we experience after he has intercourse with us. And without him we would not have our kids. So we have a man in our lives.
P.S. we are not really 'bisexual', we don't know what that means.
We all moved in together fifteen years ago and we live together. We had kids, we bought a house together, we were the typical family in the suburbs except for that one little thing, we shared a man, or as most people saw it he had two women.
We don't use the word wife, we use the word girl or girlfriend. Sometimes when he needs us to say it we tell him we are his wives, but that was always private.
She and I have never had separate bedrooms, as women we have a room for ourselves and if he wants to see us he comes to our room and gets what he can depending on our mood. Believe me, when your significant other is having sexual intercourse beside you, you are ten thousands times closer to her than you can ever imagine. It is far easier to give yourself up for intercourse than to wait for her to be released. But that is something that no one expected. What I know is that the marriage is between us, the girls, we are married to each other. If anything she is my wife and I am her wife.
We never considered ourselves gay, primarily because we have intercourse with him. It is just that on all other levels we were pretty much gay, we are two women who have given our lives to one another, we share a home, we see our kids as 'our' kids, the birth mother thing is crap, these are our kids, hers and mine. To have them, to afford our home, to have a father for our kids, and to have a man available for us, we have a relationship with him. He has his room, he sleeps alone, he can come and have sex with us, but after sex he goes back to his room, especially after sex. After intercourse is when we have our time together, that is our most precious time, that is when we as wives to each other, hold and caress and love each other. He has to have sex with us for us to want each other. And that may be why we tolerate a man in our bed.
He came into our lives after we were already living together, and after she and I had already broken the boundary and had given ourselves up to each other. The glue is that without him, we have never been able to reach that total level that we experience after he has intercourse with us. And without him we would not have our kids. So we have a man in our lives.
P.S. we are not really 'bisexual', we don't know what that means.
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