Married Into A Plural Home And I Couldn't Be Happier

During my Junior year in college I went to my brother's wedding. I was a bridesmaid and participated in the all the wedding photography and was hostess for some of the out of town guests. During the party after the wedding I got overheated and went outside to the lobby of the hotel and ordered a glass of water. A man came over, he was in his thirties, dressed like a businessman and he asked if he could sit and he got me into a conversation. Pretty parental about my degree and the need for something to make a living on. He also told me I was pretty and he guessed I was a knock out in bed, that I had the tits for it and I had the ass for it, he saw me walking over from the party in the ballroom.

I should have been uncomfortable but I wasn't. He told me his dick was lonely and needed to be hugged by a tight pussy and I looked like I had a tight pussy. He asked me what kind of panties I had on under that dress, to give him a quick peek. He came over and sat beside me on the couch and pushed my dress up over my thighs until he got a peek at my panties. He told me he wanted to kiss me, 'right there' and he touched me right down my slit. "How about it? Let's play hide the weenie, let's go up to my room'.

He took me by the hand and I followed him to the elevator and up to his room where he immediately took my panties off and stuck his tongue in my pussy. He had his hands on my butt cheeks and his face in my pussy and my dress was covering him. He came up for air and asked for my tits. With my dress off my shoulders and my tits hanging out he bent me over to put my hands on the bed and he stuck his dick in my pussy. I started to feel like I had to pee and he hammered me harder and came in me about the time that I climaxed and fell on the bed.

He stripped all my clothes off until I was naked except for my earrings and necklace and he stood over me, his dick swinging over me, he lowered himself so that I could suck on his dick. Once he was hard again he told me to turn over onto my stomach and he got on my back and drove his dick into my anus. He fucked me for good five minutes, hard and then stopped, then pull out, then back in up to his balls, and back out and in and I was upset when he pulled out to cum in my pussy. He left me unsatisfied so he had to eat me to get me to climax again,

I looked at the clock and we had been in the room right at 30 minutes. I got up to get dressed, went into the bathroom to clean up, he came into the bathroom and insisted on pulling me into the shower where he ate me again, and this time after cleaning my butt he ate my hole. He didn't let me get dressed, he kept me all night.

In the morning when I was thinking again I saw his wedding ring again. I asked him about his wife and he gave me the story and that they had two kids. Jokingly I asked him what he would do if I got pregnant, and he said he would have to marry me too. He had married his wife because she got pregnant so that would be a repeat. He ate me for a while, fucked me for a while, kissed me for a while, then fucked me hard and came in me again. That made three times he had cum in me and I started to think hard about being pregnant. Not exactly the right week, but days run together when you're getting fucked.

I did get pregnant, the worse part was telling my parents that a married man had knocked me up at my brother's wedding and he was married with kids. He came with his wife to see me, She was young, 27, and very pretty in the sorority way. He went through all the formalities with my parents, who paid for what, and what he expected from me and that if I would consider it then they would take the baby. That's when I spoke up and told him he had promised to marry me if I got pregnant. 'OK, that would work too'.

I know that I'm not really married in the conventional sense. We did have a complete ceremony, walk down the isle, given away by my father, or as he said I had already given myself away, with his wife and kids there to receive me. I got a ring and I finished the semester and moved to live with them to have my baby. From the day I moved in with them his wife had set up the house for us and she had a party to introduce me to her friends. She grew up in New Mexico in a plural home with three moms and she was exited to have a sister wife of her own. I had no choice really, not from the moment that he took me upstairs in the hotel. We have more kids, but that's to be expected. This is a large family lifestyle.