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Click hereI had my way with both Annette and Darley for a while, but ultimately, the tables were turned and they turned me into their plaything. The longer the night went, more exhausted and passive I became due to the exertions of beforehand. It had been one hell of a long-ass, crazy, emotionally draining day, and I had plenty to drink besides. I was wiped out, so I became a human dildo for both ladies, not that I minded in the least. There were times to be dominant and aggressive, such as when I spanked Deanna, but this wasn't one of them. Sometimes, it was best to leave oneself in the gentle hands and tender mercies of one's lovers, and this was such a time, as they made it abundantly clear how they really felt about me.
I drifted off, sore and tired as could be, in the arms of my women, knowing now that I would need a very large bed in the future. Five to a bed...would that even work? Apparently, I was about to find out.
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"Who gives these women to be married to this man?" the voice of the officiator rang out clearly, as the man in question stood up and took his place, wearing a tuxedo and everything.
"I do," Robbie Walters let go of Nora's hand as he took on his role in the private, polygamous commitment ceremony between my wives and me, including the renewal of Deanna's and my wedding vows on our tenth anniversary.
By now, more than enough time had elapsed, and Robbie and Deanna had worked through their issues. They even used a "post-relationship counseling service" designed to help heal the wounds of a dissolved partnership and let both exes move on with their lives. It was nerve-wracking in some ways, since it took a while to regain any trust in Robbie, let alone enough to let him be alone with Deanna and some counselor that I never met. Even so, it really helped, letting both of them get much of their past regrets, resentments, etc. off their chest and truly forgive each other, so that they could build a new friendship in the ashes of their old romance. Robbie had been part of our lives too long, despite his many awful decisions, to totally kick him to the curb.
This also helped him find love again, and this time, really give his love for Nora a chance. It turned out that, unlike a polygamist like me, Robbie was unable to have more than casual relationships with more than one woman, and, yes they had to be women. He didn't have a bi bone in his body, to say the least. He was as straight as could be. He was also unable to deal with or confront his jealousy, of course, as with so many monogamist types. He would just have to stick to one woman, and once he realized that, he chose Nora...and, yes, she took him back, but at a price.
No, he didn't have to wait for marriage. Nora might be Catholic, but she was human, too, and far too passionate for Robbie to deny him anything (except other women, as she was definitely the jealous type). The price was that he had to agree to adopt children and take on the role of Daddy at last. They had already been married for six months by this point, and they had a five-year old son named Luciano, adopted from Nicaragua through an agency, who had stolen their hearts when they met him. It was amazing how fast Robbie grew up by now, even to the point of wanting to play catch with his new son.
Things were so much better between us that I was his best man at his wedding (Catholic, of course, as it was obvious that the already Catholic Luciano would be raised up in that church...worries about how he would be raised were moot by now). In fact, Robbie converted soon afterward, and so had to confess his past sins to a priest. That poor man left the confessional visibly hot under the collar, much to my amusement, my ladies', and even Nora's, as she had to have guessed some of the details of the first confession. I could only imagine Robbie's first, very major penance for his years of adultery with Deanna. I was no Christian, but I suspected that I would agree with whatever penance Robbie would have to do.
Back to me, though, well, what can I say? I had four very pregnant wives for a while there, as it turned out that Deanna and Erin had both skipped the Pill for several days after the anniversary fiasco. That wasn't even counting Annette and Darley, who both told us, rather bluntly, that they had formed a pact years ago not to have any children by any men but me, and then only after "you lovebirds got your act together," to use Darley's blunt words. It seemed that, after all, everyone else was right all along about my marriage. I really did love Deanna, and she very much loved me back. We just didn't know it, but my two other ladies figured it out and wanted things to be stabler with us before committing to motherhood of any of my seed.
Predictably, Deanna gave me, or rather us, more fraternal twins, as did Erin. Hank and Peggy (yes, more fun names that we just couldn't let go) were the last for her, as we had her tubes cut and double-tied after the fact. That was enough for us, we agreed. Bobby and Luanne (see the pattern?) were Erin's final contributions to our happy home, also right before the surgeon terminated her childbearing years. Annette wanted to play catch-up, as did Darley, resulting in Clark Hill (from Annette), born just a week before Beatrice Hill (from Darley). Only when little Nora (Annette's) and Melvin (Darley's) Hill were born (still on the way at the moment of my wedding) would they be willing to cease and desist having me breed them.
As Jeanette, the eager flower girl, and Amber (the ring-bearer this time around) took on their roles and the rings and vows were exchanged, I looked down on my beautiful family, including my four blushing brides and my vast brood of children, and I nearly choked up with tears of joy. I fought them off, still being somewhat old-fashioned about men crying in public, but I could tell that Deanna and Erin in particular were teary-eyed as well. This was the life for me...for us. I nearly lost it all to my wife's silly fascination with her old flame, but if it weren't for that same hopeless crush, she would still just be my friend...Robbie gave me his girlfriend and he nearly took her back, but it was all right now. She...and my other soulmates were mine now...for keeps.
As the Rolling Stones sang, "It's alright now, in fact it's a gas, it's alright now, jumping jack flash, it's a gas, gas, gas."
As Deanna told me before, marriage is a contract, and I was a man of my word.
- COMMENTS
This is about the most unrealistic flight of fantasy, oh'well just keep writing as I enjoy reading.
I think even Mormons would have trouble with this. Completely twisted and ridiculous.
These children will have a lifetime of failed relationships, addiction, depression, and therapy ahead of them due to the damage this couple has inflicted upon them.
Even with all the silly and improbable bits, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. The one thing I particularly resonate with is the wedding night scene. This is a man who has actually spent time with two women. Every time I've been with two women, even over the course of a weekend, when I should have been able to pace myself, they totally exhausted me and I'd fall asleep. Unlike the sexy-fun-times of porno movies, making love to two women a couple of times each is much more tiring than one woman four times. No, I don't know why that is, but it's been my experience. When they bathed him, I laughed out loud, remembering a time where the three of us were in a Motel shower together, not for sex, but so they could hold me up and not hurt myself falling. That was the time when I fell asleep between them, and woke up to see them playing cards, waiting for me to come back to life.
You may think that you're God's gift to women, but the fact of the matter is that women are God's gift to you, and you need to treat them like it.
Weirdly entertaining. Normally a poly story gets a 1, and this one has a number of idiocies in it...BUT the character development of Deanna is fascinating, which kept me reading. This would have been better if it were focused on Deanna and Erin, and Erin got the same level of character development as Deanna.
4
i enjoyed it but its just a begining and an ending. it has some much room for great story in the middle. that it would be a waste not to finish it with many more chapters in the middle
Story started out with an interesting premise, but then quickly fell apart with too many partners -- you get to the point of utter unbelievability that just loses interest. I am just sorry that I got sucked into wasting time getting interested and reading until things fell apart.
What an entertaining site this is! First a story and then the comments! First a rifle shot at a specific target and then a shotgun blast all over the place. I like ‘em both! I learn from all of them: from some I learn about life, from others about the world view of a troll. Both are useful.
The initial premise worked for me. Unusual, off the wall even, but two people can agree to whatever they can think of. I found that the thread remained intact throughout. Erin is a stretch, but fit because she adds an odd sort of balance. Annette is unnecessary. She dilutes (deludes?) the storyline. The character is so strong that she deserves a story of her own. Muddling ensues. The addition of more and more characters changes the premise from “marriage is a contract” to “marriage is a fleshpile”.
5 for the bones, 4 for the flesh. Rounded up, of course.
LWlurker
Premise of the story started out OK even when he add the sister. But by the when’d he had four wives and at least sixteen kids wit him a the four wives sharing his bed was just plain ludicrous. Who is this guy Supercock, there is no man anywhere that could satisfy four women every night. Especially as he gets older. So have to give it two stars as it’s way to over the top.
...are here simply for our entertainment. Treat them as apolitical and just enjoy. That's what I did and I was joyfully entertained. To the point that I awarded it five well-earned stars.
Um, drinking the "lying Kool-Aid" is the sole province of the Trumpies - 10,000 lies and counting.
WOW! You come out with idiotic political hate crap! So you are dim enough to drink the lying koolaid huh? Someone doesn't agree with you so you bring out the name calling which are lies. You have low character and no integrity.
Good. I haven't even deleted his dumbass comments and I won't. Why? Because, unlike his fellow Trumpista fascist, white supremacist, Christian nationalist trolls, I do respect freedom of speech and expression. He wants to look for intolerance? Look in the mirror, dude. You're the one stalking an author that you claim not to care about or like his stories, reading them, and moving on to yet another story, commenting all the while. I think that I got under your skin because some part of you likes what you read. Maybe you're just afraid that your death god will send you to his lake of fire for reading and liking my work. I prefer gods that celebrate life, lust, and love, not death, war, and torture myself.
The trolls really came out to play on this one.
But I think it depends on how you read the story. If you are expecting or hoping for gritty realism, then this one is going to disappoint. But if you read it as a whimsical fantasy, it has a whole lot going for it.
I read it like that and enjoyed the hell out of it. The dialogue was long, but entertaining. The tension of "will she/won't she" was low, but still added a piquancy. The sex was surprisingly minimal for a harem-type-story, but as a fantasy was still enjoyable. The romance was perhaps overshadowed by logical argument, but still held to the end.
So, all-in-all, I suppose it was minimalistic despite its length, but still hugely enjoyable. 5*
I really liked this story, was surprised to see so much hate on it. It is a unique and funny story, with some strange tones (perhaps my knowledge is limited on US culture, it sounded like it was written in the 70s to me). But overall, it was good and dealt with very real human emotions. I come from a very conservative Christian family, so much of the dialogue felt extremely real and warmed my heart to know that there's a lot of truth in the things I think but can't say (e.g. who was the better "lover"), because the community around me would reject it immediately. Not bad, very entertaining.
an open marriage was at least interesting the way it was proposed. Sam was promised so much, how could he reject Deanna? Its like a woman promising you sex, and to enhance the deal/offer by letting you watch baseball while doing her doggy style. Lol
Arguing with a troll is an exercise in futility
As for the pressing issue, I once met a total maroon who was wearing a moron shirt.
Maroon. It's what Bugs Bunny used to call morons in the classic cartoons. You seem culturally illiterate
My sources were what I went by, but newer science seems to refute that. It's all part of why people get confused by medical and physiological data, because it seems to reverse itself on a routine basis.
Yeah, that's rich. And again, the sources that I read indicate otherwise. I could always cite them, but I don't have the time or patience for this BS. By the way, "maroon" is a color. Just sayin'. Rollin' my eyes.
Google, fool. The first whole page. No, urine is not sterile and neither is any of the rest of you.
1. I repeatedly indicated who said what, so I don't know where you're getting that I didn't, or getting confused.
2. I did look up the matter, and all of the sources that I read indicated that urine is sterile, by which they mean no biohazards (no living or harmful microbes) exist in it. It is, however, toxic, so there is that to consider, and perhaps that led to some of your confusion there.
As to being too wordy, some would agree, some would not. That's a matter of perspective and personal preference.
...if you're going to state something as fact, at least look it up! Urine is NOT sterile! It's far from it. As to the rest of the story...try putting in an indication as to who is speaking or thinking. I'm sure you've seen it done by other authors. They put these things in like "bla, bla" said Sam. Or Deanna said, "bla bla" give it a try, you might find you have fewer ppl saying your stories are confusing.
......marriage is only a covenant if you believe that it is. Historically, it was not a sacred thing, just a business deal done between a father and his future son-in-law, sometimes very arranged (arranged marriages and those of convenience not only aren't mutually exclusive, they're often very much the same, though not always, as here, which is not an arranged marriage, just one of convenience). The girl was often married off very young, sold to her husband like a prized cow, and turned into a brood mare. The virginity thing wasn't sacred, either. It was about a supposedly more valuable possession, much like how a new clock is considered better than an old, used one, or a brand new car over a used one. Nowadays, virginity is nothing more than a myth perpetuated by fundamentalist idiots.
Jesus, for instance, was probably the product of a much older husband and his much younger wife, though if you believe the Christian version, then he was the product of divine rape and pederasty, which is far more offensive if you ask me, since Mary was probably much younger than she was in my "Heavenly Night" story. I had to keep that one tame enough for Lit, but if I was totally realistic, it wouldn't fit the age requirements here by a long shot. The usual age for virgin brides was probably close to 12 to 15 back then, and for betrothed often even younger.
I wasn't going to lecture, but since you're spouting things that you deem to be fact to "correct" me, get your facts straight first and learn how to spell "hymen." Incidentally, I had some learning to do regarding such things, but I did, such as my mistake back then in thinking that the hymen was inside the vagina. Not having bedded virgins back then, I didn't know how wrong I was, but ishtat pointed out my mistake and I looked it up before realizing that she was correct. Anyway, don't lecture me unless you're prepared to be lectured in return. Marriage didn't start out sacred. It started out as a business contract, plain and simple, all about economics.