Mormon Traditions Homemaking, Babies, Wives, Mothers, Cuddling

My family owns a truck repair business, diesel mechanics, tires, tows, that sort of stuff. My family is Mormon, Letter Day Saints. The business made money, my parents have five kids. Growing up the world was divided by boy and girl. Boys learned the business, girls learned the housework. As a girl you had one and only one mission, get married and have children. It wasn't just us, we were three sisters, it was all the other girls. We wanted babies, the earlier the better.

As we approached the age of engagement, starting at sixteen, the elders suggested, recommended young men to marry. You chose, they selected the candidates, and for some of the girls, you selected from a choice of one candidate. Most girls married early, eighteen was normal, but some of us went away to college. This was danger time, but my parents were progressive. Off to BYU.

The cold was terrible, I hated it. And the boys unattractive. It's one thing to have your spouse selected, another to select for yourself. Too many choices. And frankly I was used to men, not school boys. The weather was the driver, I moved back south and ended up at the University of Texas in Austin. Not the best place for a Mormon girl.

I rented a room in a four bedroom, four bath off campus housing, sharing with three other girls. Three other girls who had never met a big jugged Mormon girl. It was surprising, amazing, how the girls wanted to see and touch and motorboat my jugs. I found out what girl on girl was and I liked it. And you couldn't get pregnant, my mother's biggest worry. All three years in Austin I was a closeted, secret, never to be revealed, lesbian girl. Mormons frown on such things. It was bad enough turning 22 and no husband, no babies.

Powered on by a journalism degree I went home to momma. Mormons are serious people. I showed up to meet a doctor, fresh out of residency. I had a choice. I was reminded, you can pick him. A Mormon wedding is a quiet affair, at the reception you serve lemonade. Six weeks after meeting him I was married, after six weeks I was pregnant. Being a Dr's wife means more time for being a housewife and making babies.

I met Carla, not Mormon, while pregnant. We talked about college and living with girls. The spark was there, then there was fire, six months pregnant wasn't a problem. Some girls like making love with a baby bump. We became deeply attached. So much so I asked my husband to marry her. There are communities in Utah where the practice is alive, and they need a doctor.

Needless to say we can't 'admit' to it. We live in Utah, my husband is the country doctor. I'm back in the weather but I have a girl to cuddle with. And my husband has two wives to choose from. But I didn't tell you.