Mrs And Mrs And Mr

When I was 14 our family went on vacation to Maui. At the airport between Honolulu and Maui there were two women with babies and a couple of toddlers. One of the women asked me if I wanted to hold her baby and being a baby lover I was happy to do it. We talked and she told me they were the wives of that man over there talking on the phone. He was a developer and lived in Maui working on a hotel complex and they invited me and my family to come see them. I don't need to tell you my mother was not one to go visit hippies.

But the memory of those babies and the two women never left my mind and by the time I was graduating from high school I had made up my mind I wanted to live with another wife and have a husband together. I could picture myself with a baby in my arms and my sister wife with a baby in hers. We would cross breast feed and live together and sleep in the same room and make love together. My dreams were filled with holding her (I didn't know her yet) after our husband rolled off.

In college I met a girl and after some time of knowing her I told her about my dream. I was so excited about it I told her to imagine me holding her after our husband made love to her, I would hold her and kiss her and make everything right. Little did I know that I was stepping into a new world, a world where kissing a girl was going to be the norm and a man making love to me wasn't. The short of it is that girl liked the idea of me kissing her, but of course no man anywhere around.

We made love night and day, and day and night, three times a day, with our clothes off and our clothes on. And one day I held her head in my hands and told her we needed to find a husband for our babies. Easier said than done. We did find a man, later on, an older man who agreed to help us out and he did make love to us (or rather he fucked us pregnant) while we lay side by side. He had no intention of having two wives, he was a sperm donor, or so he thought.

We went on this holiday to get pregnant, rented a cabin in Colorado and we went up there and he fucked us day and night and night and day, over and over again, and after he rolled off we made love, kissing and loving each other. We were excited about getting pregnant.

After we were pregnant and well along the way he got fatherly with us and started to make demands of where and how we lived. By the time the babies came we were living in a house with him and he waited and waited for us to be ready again. We weren't but he was and we were soon pregnant again and had another set of babies 13 months after the first set were born.

We live with him and we are sort of more or less his wives and we are ready for another set now that our first two sets are 4 and 5.