Sister wives, plural marriage, polygamy. But what if you fall into it? I learned to sleep with my girl roommate. After college I was lonely, sleeping alone in my childhood bedroom. I went to an out of town wedding for a cousin, ended up in bed with one of the groomsmen. He took advantage of me, when I let him know I would probably become pregnant, he turned me over and went up the back door.
I got up close to him, I told him I didn't like to sleep alone. He took me with him to his room and put me in bed with he and his wife. We woke up together.
She snuggled me closer, kissed me repeatedly, told me I was naturally pretty. She showered with me, when I told her he had gone up my back door she washed out my bottom. When we were out of the shower she confronted her husband, how could he do that? Never, and she meant never, use the back door. Not with me, not with her.
Over the next year I became her lover and companion. He got action, but not as much as he wanted. The bedroom was reserved for us girls, unless he wanted us pregnant. He was limited to sex for procreation, denied sex for recreation.
When it became obvious he was looking elsewhere we relented. But we kept the bedroom. Over the following years we had children. School was the next step, but my last name bothered him. The only solution, was to divorce his wife and marry me, and his children then shared a last name with their mother.
We moved to Hawaii, where plural wives aren't such a problem.
