Sister Wives Twenty Years Later

As a nineteen year old I got married because I was pregnant. I had a miscarriage six weeks later. I stayed in college while my husband went to work, graduating 'on time', and getting a job with my degree. I felt so much more mature than my peers at work and I guess I acted like it.

One girl, Marsha, hung around me and asked a thousand questions about being married. Including marital sex. She claimed to be a virgin. My husband joined us for Friday night happy hours. The chemistry between him and Marsha was real, pulling her into his lap and kissing her. One of those Friday nights Marsha came home with us and he had the 'night of his life' with two girls.

For us, the girls, it wasn't so much the night of our lives. He completed himself in her and fell asleep the rest of the night. We spent several hours out on the couch trying to make sense of it. Until she stood up and said 'so we're sister wives' and we somehow slept together. After breakfast I drove her to her apartment, she showed me all her clothes and sat on her bed and asked me if she could be my 'sister'.

When your brain stops working and your hormones take over you agree without thinking. My husband was all for it, and three weeks later we went to Las Vegas and they got married. Lied on the paperwork and we entered into bigamy. If neither wife complains nothing happens, and we went on to making a home together, birthing our children.

It's not for everyone, but it's worked for us for the last twenty years. We live on a small farm in northern California, we breed horses and my husband works with cyber security. I never had a biological sister, but I won the lottery, my sister wife is the most important woman in my life.