Tomjerry

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Gender: Straight Male
Age: 26
Relationship Status : Single
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My Little Wives

When I was 12 Dad started to teach me my trade. I went to a trade high school and part of my trade involves programming. As of graduation I had 6 years of full time job experience and four years of formal training in my trade. I added 2 years of advanced training at a technical college after high school and at the same time acquired two more years of experience. At that point a recruiter saw my resume on line and offered to hire me at twice the going rate for someone with my skill set. I talked to my Dad who told me the company would still be there along with my job if I ever wanted to come back and so I resigned with his reluctant blessings and accepted the position. The reason for the high pay was that the job was overseas and in a country not known for being friendly.

Ok so what has any of that to do with my confession? The country in question does NOT have an age of consent. Basically you can marry a girl of any age with the parents' consent and you can take on multiple wives as long as all previous wives also consent. All you had to do to qualify was recite one stupid prayer and your in.

So a very poor native co-worker got kind of friendly with me and started showing me photos of his extremely young daughter. He knew I was paid a lot, about 40 times as much as the locals who worked at the plant. To him I was wealthy. After a few weeks at hinting he just came out and asked if I would like to marry his 5 year old daughter even going so far as telling me (as a sales point) that despite being a virgin with no actual experience (a requisite for any daughter who does not want to be put to death by their father) she had received a lot of verbal training in the art of love from her mother. In other words, that little five year old girl's mother had explained to her extensively on all the ways she could think of to please a man sexually up to and including how to give a seductive look either imitating an older woman or using a look of innocence for those men who preferred their women's age to be in the single digits.

I was stunned but also intrigued so I agreed to marry his daughter. I had to recite a prayer (I'm an atheist so it didn't matter to me if I had to say a prayer to Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy if that's what it took to be legally married to a gorgeous sexy little five year old virgin. The ceremony and festivities lasted several days and then finally I got to take her home.

Not wanting her to hate me I very gently groomed her for her role as wife and sex slave. But after a few weeks I found her crying in her room (I decided to let her have her own room so she could have it decorated and outfitted like a little girl might like.) and asked her what was wrong. It turns out that she desperately missed her best friend who was a year younger than her. I asked if she would like me to take her to that friend for a visit and due to the culture that had it's limitations as I could not interact with the other females but I did finally meet the father who knew I was the husband of his only daughter's best friend. He enthusiastically consented to frequent visits with my wife spending a lot of overnights at her friend's house but then her friend's dad got a job in another part of the country and her best and really only friend was going to move away but then she thought of a solution. She asked if I would like to marry her best friend. She approached her friend with the idea and she was elated and then her friend asked her mother and she was a little more hesitant because even in that country it was unusual for a four year old to marry an adult but then the mother brought up the subject with the father who then approached me (sound like middle school romance?) and the week before they had to move away the parents threw a wedding for us and then they left town and I took my two wives home with me.

My wives share a room even though I have six bedrooms in my giant house. But they didn't want separate bedrooms preferring to remain together. Technically the only restriction is that I can't do them both at the same time. This is because two people of the same gender can't be sexually intimate with each other or in front of each other, not even co-wives. But lucky for me I have found a few loopholes. for example. I have had a hole cut into a wall between two bedrooms. I have a custom bed with one half in one bedroom and the other half in the other bedroom and a curtain dr****g me so that neither can see the other while one fucks my cock and the other fucks my mouth. Also, it seems that it's ok for two girls to make out if they are wives and that is not thought of as sexual per se. So we spend a lot of time with both sitting on my lap licking each other's tongue inside my mouth. In that position neither can see my finger in the other's pussy.

Today my wives are 13 and 14 years old and we have three children between us, all boys.

And as much as I have always strived to be as wholesome as a husband can be with his child brides, the two of them have turned out to be rather kinky having gotten all kinds of delicious perverted ideas from the internet, some from this website.

So as you can imagine I won't be returning to the states any time soon. My dad is disappointed and mom wants to visit and meet my wife (I haven't told them I have two wives or how old they are). In a couple of years I will fly them to my new country and introduce them to both my wives but right now they are not quite developed enough to convince my parents that they are both adults despite having produced three children between them.

Mom probably won't like it at first but Dad probably won't mind. After all they're Mormons.

We Are Fully Support Adoption Of Plural Marriage Laws

I am a 30 something Jewish girl from Toronto. I grew up in a tight family social circle. I missed my family during college and when I moved to NY. I met a girl there and we bonded. It was clear that we were both of the mindset and opinion that as women we would do better in a household headed up by a man and children were important to us. Many children. We moved to a State that is family friendly, even if it is a much less liberal State.

We met a man who was willing to take us both on and not break us up. He insisted on our acknowledgement that if we couldn't meet eye to eye on a matter he had the final word. Also, we were going to start a family immediately, family before career. It didn't escape us that we were creating a poly arrangement, only that the 'married' couple were the wives.

Time went by quickly enough, we stayed pregnant for the better part of the first three years filling up our home with the pitter patter of little feet. Other than the disruptions of the pandemic, our goals of husband, family, home have been realized.

We fully support plural homes, multiple wives, not the other way around. Our formula is that the husband has to make the final choice, but the women select the candidates for him to choose from. If the women are not happy and can't get along it will be a failure. In our case we have the advantage of being a couple in our own right, but that is not necessary. Women have tremendous ability to bond with sisters, cousins. friends. One family is the goal. More children, females are never alone, husband can focus on work and not be distracted by issues at home or with the children. Multiple wives provide their very own female centered support group.

We support a law embracing a man's ability to build a home with more than one wife.

Life Lessons And Your Place In The Cosmos

It's really just the facts of life. An older guy, student of my father's at the university, stopped by, found me alone, and I got the first hand version of the birds and the bees. It was scarier him looking at me naked than the act itself. He put his mark on me, I had a short leash, and my journey into womanhood began.

Men don't share their women, if he shares you, you are not his woman. Men are possessive, whether you're 16 or 62. Men don't see a fling at a convention as cheating, men see a slip on your part as treason. Get used to it early. It's a double standard but he's that way because you're his woman.

At some point he's mounting to get you pregnant, whether you're ready isn't his problem. He's marking his territory, grin and bear it, no pun intended. Two is better than one, three is better than two. He gets them to play with, you get them the rest of the time. You're the mother.

It's ok for him to say his wife, his woman. You say 'my husband', don't say 'my man'. You are his wife.

There's more and I can go on, but in the interest of brevity and time, wife and mother are titles, he gives them to you, don't disparage them.

Old Woman's Advise

My husband has younger woman in his stable. She works with him, she is a good employee for him. Their relationship has gone intimate. We had a dinner at our home and she was my backup cook and bottle washer. We have always got along and that night we cooked and served side by side. After dinner, after the guests had left, we were cleaning up the kitchen. We put a fresh pot of coffee on and when it was ready I told her to 'fix a cup for herself and her husband and go sit with him and keep him company'. It was only after it was said that I reflected on what I had said.

I finished up I fixed my cup of coffee and joined them in the den. She was at his knee and he was caressing her face. I stood watching a young woman lost in the gaze of the man she loves. I went to my bedroom, turned down the bed, laid out a nightgown for her and took my things to the guest room. I fell asleep and woke at sunup and checked in on her, wrapped up in his arms.

A close friend of my Mom's use to tell us, better to pick your husband's lover than be surprised by a lover you do not like.

I Want The Roles To Be Reversed

The great man is a momma's boy. He is the founder, owner and CEO of the company where I work for him. I'm 23 years younger than him and I am the general accountant. We got into a sexual relationship that became emotional. As the affair went on I noticed that he became more and more dependent. Not just sex, which I had to take the lead, make love to him. Everything else too.

After a couple of years he ran everything by me, if I wasn't in favor of a decision or an action he didn't take it. Simply, he needed me to put him to bed, make his meals, call him to dinner. I don't want to appear as being resentful, it is more of the roles being upside down. All I wanted was for him to be the man, the longer it went on I just wanted a spanking, for him to tell me what to do.

I made the mistake of letting myself get pregnant, and becoming totally economically dependent on him. I grew up with a military father, if my father only knew how much of a pussy he is when it comes to me. I had to ask him to marry me.

All I want for Christmas is for him to exercise his authority on me. Take that back, I want him to impose his authority on me.

Good Enough For A Fuck Not Good Enough To Be His Wife

Respect. That's the word that I was looking for. Respect me.

But I had lost his respect. I had done what a respectable woman does not do. I had behaved in a manner no man wants his wife to behave, or sister or mother. And God forbid the mother of his children. Yes it's a double standard, a slut for the night cannot be the wife in the light.

I was a slut that afternoon. I got down on my knees to suck his cock, to look up into his eyes showing submission. I lost my pants and bent over his desk. He not only fucked me in the vagina, he fucked my ass and finished in my ass. Ha Ha, funny trying to wipe my ass in front of him with a tissue he gave me.

I thought he wanted a go go girl. Turns out he wants the Virgin Mary. Soft, pure, never been touched. In his eyes I'm a slut now, not worthy of respect, of being his wife, of being a mother of his children. All I'm good for is a fuck and a blowjob in his office, or I lose my job.

The Good Old Days

I really miss the old days, when youth made me the object of desire. Men fawned all over me. Men arched their backs, raised their eyebrows, lowered their voices, stood tall competing to be the one to have me. But that was then and this is now.

For a lady of my age I hold my own, but men's eyes roam over the girls in tight running gear, short shorts and crotch hugging leotards. I don't remember us ever dressing in that way, we were more modest, if a man wanted to see our legs or cop a feel of a boob he had to earn it, work at it, get close and personal. Going to the mall to see a woman's 'bulge' under her leotard was not a thing in my day.

Sex. Boy did men have to work for that. Months of chasing, dinners, ball games, theatre, walks in the park. One night stands were reserved for hookers, ladies of the evening, whores. Not us, sex was reserved for the man with intentions, of providing a home, and children. Sex meant business. Not a paltry nothing to throw away.

All that said, I have a visiting 22 year old granddaughter who woke up today with what's his name, she met at a craft brewery last night. He got a fine piece of ass, she got a toad. But that's me, my date from the wine bar is pushing 80 and his V didn't live up to my expectations. But he is a nice man, and we are going to play bridge with our friends this evening. Safe, first base, stuff.

A Woman Is A Woman Is A Woman, Be Thankful You Are Woman, Be A Woman

Excuse me, this isn't just about sex.

Sexually I know I am a submissive, make love to me, devour me, constrain me, put me under your control physically, emotionally, spiritually. Spank me, order me, force me, demand obedience, impose yourself on me, treat me as your woman. Brand me, tattoo me, write your name on me, kiss me, fuck me, Have me keep house for you, fold your underwear, cook for you. But don't share me. If I'm yours I'm yours. I'm not a bitch, I'm not a whore, I'm not your servant. I am your woman.

I live in a world of people who keep telling me to stop serving him, like for instance, we got to a buffet brunch, I mover the trays along, I serve the trays, he points things out here and there and I add them. At the table I serve his dishes off the tray before serving mine off the tray. I remove the trays from the table. If he wants seconds I go for it. I like serving him.

I live in a world where I am told to stand up for myself, get a backbone, be independent, speak up for myself, be assertive. I am, but I am his woman. A woman listens and is thoughtful, and does what she is told. He is the boss and he runs the house and he is responsible for me. I ask, I talk with him, but he is the decision maker. I would never pretend to tell him what to do. I like being the woman in the house.

I can't stand wimps, mama boys, pleasers, baby boys. I was raised to find a man. A man I can look up to and respect. A man who has the balls to live his life the way he wants to. I'm not saying that physically he is a big dick man, I wouldn't know. But he has balls and he swings a mean dick when he has to. A good spanking comes in handy sometimes, lest you forget who is the man of the house.

I get pretty wet, him on top is the right way. Whether he is on top missionary or on top on my back. He is on top. I don't like pretending I am the one fucking, I'm not. I don't ride him. I may lay on his chest, he likes that. But he is the one on top. That is what makes me want to have sex, to get wet, to reach my moment. I like to climax, but I climax under him, not the other way around.

I am old enough to be a woman. I am not a little girl. I am sure if he wanted a little girl type he would have one. But he wants a woman. A woman. He does not want a man in his house. He appreciates me, he likes to watch me fold clothes. He says it makes him feel like he is home.

So, sex wise I am submissive. In life I am accommodating. I am the woman, not the man. I believe a woman should be just that, a woman. I do not like these so called women who pretend that they are men. And neither does my husband. I'm sorry if you are a dyke, you have missed out on the most important part of being a woman, which is to cleave to a man, bear his children, make and keep his home and lay under him.