It was never my intention. I'm married, with a career, children, a mortgage. But that night it wasn't on my mind. She came along and she drank too much and she allowed me to kiss her and feel her up. I woke up with her in her bed and a hangover. She remembers better than me, we had anal sex as well as regular sex, and quite a bit of mutual oral sex. She claimed innocence, and that it was unsolicited and unwanted, harassment with intercourse. My career, my family were both on the line.
She became pregnant from that night, and then she wanted support, both for her and the child. I told her, loosing my job wasn't going to get her support. She had to withdraw all charges, all claims. Make herself look bad, for accusing me. No job, no support. It was that simple. She went back to HR and said that she was upset, and that she became distraught, she knew she was going to be pregnant. Now she was. She withdrew all charges, no harassment, no charge. She went willingly and had sex willingly.
My family, my wife wasn't amused at any of that. That I wasn't going to be fired, that she liked. Without a job she was also going to be hurt, she didn't work, and her work skills were retail. And with two children. I did a budget and told them both, at the same time at the same table. The only way it could happen was for all of us to live together, in one house. Put the two kids in one bedroom, she got the other bedroom. After the baby was born she would nurse for nine months and stay at home with her baby, along with my wife. They had to learn to live together. It was a simple case, my roof, my women, my children.
While she was pregnant we had lots of sex, she was insatiable. Demanding to be loved, held, she came down to our room to get in bed with us. I had sex with my wife in front of her, so that she would understand who was my wife. They didn't care, sex for the sake of sex, together, apart, it didn't matter, they slept together, They both wanted sex, I was having sex almost every day. A dream come true, a nightmare in real life. It didn't seem to matter, I couldn't make them both happy at the same time. They had been passive sex partners, but with a baby on the way they both became obsessive, my wife clamoring for sperm to become pregnant again.
With the new baby things settled down a bit, sex was more normal, mostly missionary, their focus the baby and nursing and my wife was pregnant again. They asked to be life partners, thoroughly given to each other and to sharing their life together. They had the children call them both mommy. They found this woman who blessed the house and had her come and bless the house and the wives within, the more wives the better, the more children the better. But I told them both, I had enough dealing with two, I couldn't possibly support another wife. The answer was that my new wife's younger sister wanted to come and join the family, She was only 19 but that didn't matter, she could come and be the third wife and go to school full time. One more wife wasn't going to change anything, as long as I was her husband too.
We live in this crazy three woman household, they have now all had multiple children. We had to move to much larger house and make arrangements for multiple children in one room, separated by age and sex. Fortunately I've done well with my job, but I never thought I would turn 45 with three wives and nine children.
