How I Became a Polygamist

The month of May is here, and the sun is baking as if July has arrived. It's hot outside. The wife makes a subtle hint

- Get ready, we’ll go on a nature vacation on Friday. Take us to the shore.

It’s impossible to come up with a subtler hint.

- Who are you?

- As if you don’t understand. Us is us. Tanka, me and Marinka.

Everything is clear. My family. Tanka is the younger sister. Marinka is a friend from kindergarten. Both are unmarried, single women. And therefore, one as a relative, the second as a friend, without any hesitation, turn to me for any help. And I have to go and help. However, it is worth

noting that by accepting male help almost as from a husband, they do not refuse to fulfill women’s family responsibilities. They pay for any work done without saying a word by taking off their panties. It seems to me that my wife, if she doesn’t know for sure, then guesses that I have two more women. And it turns out that I am almost like the sultan that Nikulin sang about. Among the advantages, one can note the different timing of the onset of menstruation for my women, which contributes to my peace of mind.

We picked it like it was on purpose. All three are somewhat similar in appearance. Same height, fair-haired, figures differ insignificantly. And the sisters generally look alike. It’s true that Marinka’s tits are somewhat smaller, but her hips are wider and her butt is larger. There are some other differences. The wife shaves her pubic area completely, leaving not a single hair. Marinka does her hair “a la Athos’ goatee.” Tanya only removes excess hairs closer to the groins and trims the hair to a single size, short, like a recruit’s hairstyle. All three have never given birth, so everything else, I mean the vagina, is about the same size. Only Marinka’s is located closer to her ass, which is why it is most pleasant to fuck her doggy style, or with her legs bent towards her shoulders. So that her pussy turns around.

Then you penetrate far into the depths. She likes it. And the wife and sister do whatever it takes. Moreover, the conditions are not always suitable. I remember once we were relaxing at our dacha, so we had to fuck Tanya in the thickets of a raspberry tree. The bushes are prickly, bitches, girls walk nearby, picking berries. What should I do if both she and I are in the mood? It happens that such a spontaneous, rapid feeling arises. And there were many other cases. The same wife visiting her mother-in-law, when many relatives were sleeping around in varying degrees of intoxication. It would be possible, of course, to go outside, but fucking while standing in the cold in winter is neither her nor my interests.

It’s necessary, it’s necessary. The wife hinted, the husband went out of his way. Correct behavior. The main thing is to hint in the right way. And so on Thursday I went to the meat market and bought meat for barbecue. In the princess's fairy tales, these are ephemeral creatures that feed on nectar and pollen from flowers. Mine can also consume nectar as a drink for meat. Although they prefer wine. Maybe cognac. And vodka won’t go too badly. And so they grind meat no worse than an electric meat grinder. Only the pork ribs crunch on your teeth. That’s why we don’t get a dog because we have nothing to feed it. After my other half's teeth, even stray dogs don't react to bones. There's not even a smell left. That’s why I bought an obscene amount of meat. I know from experience that there is not enough, there is not enough, but there is a lot, and it is rare for there to be left. As well as alcohol. They don’t have control and therefore they don’t particularly constrain themselves in doses.

Friday evening. The car, snorting with its engine, carries us to our resting place. A little far from the city, but deserted, quiet and clean. We go there all the time. It happens that I take them there alone. Still, it’s better to fuck your girlfriends in nature. One feels oneness with the progenitor of the human race. Here we are.

My girls started celebrating their trip to nature while still in the car, for which they stopped a couple of times. The thirst was completely tormenting. I can’t do this, but they can’t do it. And they arrived already cheerful. We started unpacking. I have one tent, we’ll all sleep together, but we’re not used to it. Just so as not to confuse one of the girls with his wife in the middle of the night. I can't imagine how she will react to this. So we set up a tent, a canopy, and laid out our things. I'm preparing firewood, and the girls are laying a tablecloth for the self-assembly.

Going behind the car, which didn’t really hide them, they changed into swimsuits, exposing their bodies to the sun, convincing me that the May tan was the healthiest. He, a tan, that is, knows better. Oh, if only such swimsuits were available during my childhood and adolescence. Then the bather’s body was more closed than open. But now there are a couple of threads, a patch on the pussy and a couple of patches on the nipples. No room for imagination. Why fantasize when everything is already in sight. It’s easier to just walk around completely naked. cheaper. And who should be embarrassed? All yours.

I don’t understand these women. They hide, cover their bodies, squeak when, for example, you accidentally enter somewhere, and they’re not just naked there, just in their underpants. And then he completely undresses, lies in front of you, wearing what your mother gave birth to, and exposes her pussy without hesitation. Or at the dacha they like to take a steam bath. They sparkle with their naked asses, lying on the shelf while I groom them with a broom. And they fly out into the dressing room naked. But then they begin to wrap themselves in sheets, as if their bodies could suffer from my gaze, like from the gaze of the Gorgon Medusa. Strange, however, logic. Well, God be with her, with logic.

The firewood has been prepared, the fire is burning, the tablecloth is covered. Why self-assembly? So take what is closest to you, or what you like. That’s why it’s self-assembled. And we all sat in a gamas around the tablecloth in picturesque poses. And the wine is poured into glasses. We don’t like disposable tableware; we carry classic ones around with us. Although they say that disposable tableware is more convenient because you don’t even need to wash it, we still prefer to eat and drink from normal ones. Why wine? So hot. The vodka was left for the evening. As are kebabs. And now for a quick fix of what we grabbed from home.

They ate, fell asleep, and settled down in picturesque poses. It's late in the evening and it's getting cool. Grumbling that they didn’t even have time to blush, let alone tan, the girls began to change their swimsuits for warmer tracksuits. We went to the tent. She, poor thing, is shaking from the onslaught of such a horde. We changed clothes and went to the fire. And there is a bottle of wine around the fire. They remembered their youth, when in this way they sold a bottle of cheap wine, for which they scraped together money. I twirl the skewers and turn them over. Juice drips from the meat, falls into the coals, teasing with smells. The girls choke on saliva, but wait patiently, once and for all recognizing my right to be called a kebab guru. And here he is, the king of the summer country table. And vodka to go with it.

I understand all the lions and tigers out there who, having gorged themselves on meat, can sleep for days on end. The heaviness in the stomach does not allow you to move too much. And the conversation flows lazy. Besides, the girls argue about something of their own, girlish things. With drunken stubbornness they try to outshout each other. They appeal to me. Well-fed and drunk, I complacently agree. With everyone. They freak out and start yelling at me. And I completely agree with this. Just don't turn over.

I was daydreaming. It's already dark. The girls were eager to visit the bushes. Walking alone into the dark is scary! What if a woman grabs your bare ass? Even though they are drunk, they still understand something. so it’s always better to go under guard. Who is our security guard? There is no need to guess here. Here I am, a hero and protector. No, we would all get together, conduct it at once and that’s it. At first, a couple from Marinka and his wife, and later, as soon as he brought them, sister Tanka wanted to take a piss. I don’t just see you off, I light the way with a flashlight. The little chick turns up drunk, breaks her leg, or just hurts herself, what to do then? So it's better to shine a light. And when they, the wife and Marinka, having bared their asses, sat down, he shone the light on them. And I stopped their squealing with the words that in the dark a tick, usually afraid of light, could freely jump onto their asses. They themselves are afraid of ticks. The flashlight beam makes the butts shine and reflect the light.

I would cuddle with pleasure right now. Nice! And I want it. Tanka heard all this and didn’t even make a sound when I shined the light on her ass, even highlighting the stream of urine watering the grass. She herself asked for better light, driving away ticks. Eh, I would squeeze Tanka’s ass with pleasure. And even more than just cuddling. And there are condoms, taken with you just in case. More precisely, they are not translated, the stock is constantly replenished. And often by the worries of the girls themselves.

We sat for a long time. The women were completely screwed up, they were driven away. My wife and Marinka gave up first and climbed into the tent. Tanka and I remained sitting still. We huddled close to each other, covered ourselves with one jacket, and sat. We look at the fire and talk. I quietly feel for her tits, putting my hand under her jacket. She hisses that they are still awake in the tent, they are rustling and talking. What do I care? Let them not sleep. They'll fall asleep now. Either I don't know them. He put his hand under the elastic band of his trousers from the butt side. Tanka didn’t put on any panties, thinking that a suit would be enough. And rightly so. At least in nature you need to give your body rest. The ass is cold. This is what I told Tanka about. She offered to warm it up since she didn’t like it. How can you keep warm through your pants? If only she took off her pants and sat on my lap with her bare bottom, and I would also be without pants, it would immediately warm me up. There is no other way. She thought and decided. I just asked if I had a rubber product. Something that protects against unwanted pregnancy. From various diseases. And it gives

the opportunity to do without washing. And in hiking conditions this is a definite plus.

The wet and warm pussy impaled itself on the dick, habitually taking him prisoner. And she began to torture him like a partisan, either sliding off him or driving him into the darkness and heat of a cramped cell. And from acceleration, pressing his forehead, that is, his head, into the barrier. Yes, all this is with a twist. Sitting facing me, hugging my neck, she jumped up, and her tits, which had fallen out of my unbuttoned jacket, rested in my face and pushed the nipples into my mouth. And so Tanechka swam. More precisely, she sailed. Having bitten my neck like a vampire, she became quiet, barely trembling her body. The pussy contracted and trembled, pushing out its reserves of fluid.

Tanya has finished, but I need a little more. Putting her on her feet, he bent her over. She rested her hands on her knees and stuck her butt out. It feels so good to hold on to that ass. And it’s a real thrill to fuck in this position. And I quickly dealt with my problems. While he was pulling off the condom, Tanya pulled up her panties. More precisely, I tried to do it. She is cunning, she took off the trouser leg from one leg, but did not remove it from the other. Or I didn’t have time. And now, holding on to me with one hand, she tried to get her foot into my pant leg. Kneeling in front of her, he helped solve the problem.

We climbed into the tent. Lay down. Tanya is closer to the girls, and I am from the very edge, hugging Tanya and clinging to her. Everything is innocent, everything is within the limits of family relationships. And that he put his hand into his panties, groped his pubis and pressed it with his palm, so what of it. My hand is frozen.

Foggy morning, damp morning...That’s what they seem to sing in the song. And here in the morning the sun is shining at full blast. While the girls were sleeping, he lit the fire and steamed the kettle. Vodka is good in the evening, but tea is best in the morning. And here they are, crawling out of the tent. And how, looking at them, can you not remember the words of comrade Gleb Zhiglov: what a face you have, Sharapov! As soon as they crawled out, they ran into the bushes. Otherwise! The liquid needs to come out. And only then, without even rinsing your face, although there is water, there is a whole river nearby, to the fire, to tea. We drank something hot and finally woke up. We heated a kettle of water and washed everything in our ass bushes. And then, after washing our asses, we go to the river. Now you can brush your teeth and put your mordulation in order. It became significantly warmer and the girls got rid of their suits, replacing them with string swimsuits.

— How’s the water? - one of them asked.

I replied that there was too much water, one bad thing - now I can’t even find anything to piss on. Everything curled up from the cold, leaving only wool. They became interested. And they, being incredibly drunk, decided to check if I was deceiving them. The race for game by the whole pack, with me acting as the game, ended in victory for the hunters. They caught up, overpowered, sat down, pinned down their arms and legs, and pulled off their panties. My wife, my beloved woman, in whom I so hoped and trusted so much, betrayed my hopes and took the most active part in my capture. And not only that, when they caught me, she perched her butt on my chest, also pressing down my arms. Marinka sat up. And Tanka, the bitch to whom I had just given so much energy in the evening, satisfying her passion, pulled down her panties. She sat down, looking at the short-sighted pussy

- Oh, girls! And there really is nothing left! Everything is hidden!

Marinka advised Tanka to suck, and you’ll see he gets up. And, grabbing her by the head, she poked her nose into the very pubis. Tanka jumped up and yelled indignantly that Marinka, if she had already suggested such a thing, could have sucked it herself. It's like they didn't suck. Even funny. Each considers herself innocent. Only she, that is Tanka, doubts Marinka’s talents. Even she can’t cheer up such a frozen body. And in general, she probably doesn’t take to sucking herself, because she doesn’t know how to do it at all. Now Marinka freaked out and screamed that if she was not a master, then she was definitely a candidate for a master. And my wife calmed them down, suggesting not to quarrel, but to clearly prove which of them is better. Tanka snorted, like she wasn’t going to prove anything.

And Marinka accepted the challenge. And without changing the position of her seat on my legs, she simply leaned over and took the dick in her mouth. Moreover, the legal wife and, therefore, the owner of this very dick, allowed it. And what reaction should have followed in response to the caress of a woman’s lips and tongue? Correct reaction. my body had not yet warmed up, but my dick rose, filling to the brim with strength and courage. Marinka proudly showed Tanka the achieved result. And with a sigh of regret I noticed that such a boner was wasted. I would like to ride it and enjoy it. The wife was indignant.

— Let me suck on you, you’re really ready to bite off.

Then they started arguing about whether fucking without love is possible or not. If, for example, one of them gives it to me, is that love? Or I'll fuck someone. And how should we evaluate this? In the sense that Marinka just sucked my dick, is this cheating on my part or not? And further in the same spirit. Moreover, I note, all this while sitting on me. And I'm tired of it. I prayed

- Babonki! Darlings! You should have gotten off me and then discussed these problems.

Heeding the voice of reason, not wanting me to die from being crushed by such carcasses, they got down. And let's go calmly. At this point I became indignant

- Eh! Eh! Where are you going? And who will clean up after themselves?

They stopped in confusion and looked: what does he want?

- Who took off my panties? So put it back on.

Got it. Laughing, they began to pull on their panties, getting in each other’s way more. Marinka also found a moment to hold on to her dick, putting it at twelve o’clock and carefully straightening it in her panties.

I prepared some kebabs and ate our fill. Yes with vodka. The sun is completely crazy and scorching. I had to move under the tent. I took the risk of plunging into the river again. Marinka went with me. The two sisters lazily raised their heads, watching the two fuckers already. Now, taught by bitter experience, he entered the water slowly. Marinka is behind me. She sat down, dipped up to her shoulders, flew out of the water with a squeal and flew towards the fire. Throwing a jacket over her shoulders, she chatted with her teeth the dance with the sabers of Comrade Khachaturian. I sat down next to him. The wife lazily asked

- Well, aren’t you frostbitten?

Looked into my panties, pulling the elastic band

- Just like that time.

- Well, let Marinka sit and warm up.

— Who would lick Marinka herself? Come on, everything is tight from the cold, it’s become a whole thing, you can’t stick your finger in. I'd like to see it.

The girls liked my idea. After exchanging glances, they stood up synchronously and approached. Marinka didn’t even have time to meow before she was taken down. Out of habit, her wife sat on her chest, pressing down her arms, and Tanka pressed down her legs. My wife, turning her head towards me, shouted

- Why are you standing there? “And, seeing my retardation, she continued. - Take off your panties!

It’s good that I understood whose panties to take off. Otherwise I could take off my own. I'm used to obeying my wife. He bent down and pulled off Marinka’s panties. There is nothing to tighten there. One name. Now Tanka and I were each sitting on one of Marinka’s legs. Well, who will check how and what is going on with Marishka after swimming? My wife entrusted this to me, as the most independent and disinterested expert. And I carefully put my finger in my pussy. Aspirated girls

- Well, how?

- Yes, yes. Fine. It became cramped, though it was shriveled from the cold.

Tanka suggested

- And you lick it. She will warm up.

I was indignant

- Why me?

And my wife, who betrayed me once again, said

- And who did she suck? Debt payment is red. Besides, you're the only guy we have, so you get to lick. Otherwise, it will just be some kind of lesbianism if we start licking each other in front of a living man.

Okay, that's cleared up. Well, this happened to Marina and I. Yes, it happened to the others too. There is nothing new. But there is a point that requires additional clarification.

- Honey! - With a sarcastic wife. Get an answer for your betrayal. — If you haven’t forgotten, I don’t know how to brake halfway. If I start, I won’t stop until she finishes. So what now?

- Well, let him finish.

- Okay. What about me?

- What about you?

— It’ll get hard for me too. Who should I cum in? In you?

She fell silent in thought. Forehead wrinkles. Tanka got in with advice

- And let him cum in her.

Then Marinka spoke up

- Are you deciding how you will fuck me? Did they ask me?

And we answered in unison that no one was going to ask her, just like they didn’t ask me. lie down and be patient. Or relax and have fun. And Marinka remained silent, only warning that she had dangerous days and it was impossible to cum in her. To which the wife replied that WE have enough condoms in the car for a hundred Marinkas. And she quickly brought the bag, showing it to Marinka.

Putting an inflatable pillow under Marishka’s butt, holding her by the hips, he carefully moved his tongue over the small lips, over the clitoris, drawing the alphabet from A to Z. Most often, women came somewhere in the middle of the alphabet, unable to withstand this sweet torture. The girls sat side by side and watched the process with interest. And I was wondering how my wife would react later when the drunkenness wore off? And I decided that everything would be fine. She has the nature of a goat; it is not for nothing that she was born in the year of the goat. Assertive. If you've got something in your head, at least hit it with a club. no use. And even more so, he never admits to being wrong. That’s why I asked, clarifying all the nuances. Now that she has decided so, she will consider it the most fun prank, a joke invented by her personally, generosity towards Marinka and me. But he will never, under any circumstances, reproach me for treason.

Marinka has warmed up. She started twirling her ass and moaning. Moreover, Tatyana helps by pulling off her bra and caressing her nipples. My wife is sitting next to me, twirling a bag of condoms in her hands. I work with my tongue and move my fingers in my pussy. Mariska cums. She pressed my ears so hard with her feet that I’m afraid she might break my neck. And he tries to push the pussy right into his mouth.

Relaxed. I patted her on the butt, indicating that it was time to stand up and fuck her. She turns around and lifts her ass up. While Marinka was getting into position, my wife managed to put the condom on her dick, checked that it fit well and tucked Marinka’s dick in herself. She even pushed me in the butt, as if directing me on my way: Come on, don’t slow down. And I met my wife's expectations. She and Tanka are sitting and watching as I put Marinka in doggy style. They were flushed, their eyes were shining, their mouths were open. They didn’t just put their hands in their panties and start jerking off. Finished.

The wife says

- I should have put it in Marinka’s mouth.

- What is this for? - She’s already answering.

- For that reason. It's not good to burn children.

I threw a used gum into the fire, so my wife regretted it.

- I wish I could suck it myself.

— I’ll have to give you a blow job.

Everyone calmed down and lazily lay down to sunbathe. Marinka, in response to the remark that she could get dressed, replied that since everyone had fucked her in unison, now look how she takes on an even tan. And let everyone else show off their strap marks. For some reason, she took off her panties and bra at once. How is Tanka? She would also undress, but I wouldn’t show my sister that her nudity is nothing new to me. Just like mine for her. And after all, everyone knows everything, and if they don’t know, then they guess and pretend to be who knows what. Girls, let's persuade Tanka to take off his clothes. She breaks down, but she allowed herself to be persuaded and undressed. Shyly turning away from me, she took off everything and lay down on her stomach, sticking her butt out. Three white asses sparkle. Honestly, if I hadn’t just finished, I would have pounced. It is painful to watch this triumph of the flesh. And they also swing them from side to side. The legs are spread apart, airing the pussy. I lay down on the side under a canopy. He lay down and dozed off.

Through my sleep I hear the girls talking about something. I listened, setting up the locators. The girls, in quiet sadness, sip wine, talk about their own things, about girlish things. Marinka asks that since she publicly gave it to me and my wife took the most direct part in this act, doesn’t this mean that Marinka now has rights to me as a husband. What's there? Muslims have several wives and nothing. And the wife agrees that yes, now Marinka can give it to her husband without fear or reproach, just not to get pregnant. And they are not shy about assigning me to work anyway. Only then should she feed her herself when she receives guests. Otherwise, it turns out that the man will spend his energy not knowing where, but will demand to eat at home.

I wonder how they will resolve this situation when they sober up. Then I listen.

The wife continues that since she and Marinka have been such friends since the days of sitting on potties together in kindergarten, then her friend doesn’t feel sorry for anything. But still, let him treat the man with care, he is needed not for a year or two, but for the rest of his life. I like it myself. And he’s good in the house, and even in bed - I’ve convinced myself. It seems like Marinka has never tried it before. Hee hee three times. Here Tanka raised an offended voice. It seems that she felt offended that she was sharing with her friend, but was in no hurry with her own sister. She also wants to become a wife. Even if it's not legal. She doesn’t need it often, but it would still be nice to give it to a trusted man, and a relative at that. And if in order to join the family, a sister must be given to her son-in-law right now, then she is ready. You don’t even need to take off your panties, and everyone is naked anyway.

Just take it off the guy, he’s shy, he sleeps in his shorts. The wife shushed them so that they could talk more quietly and not wake up their common husband. True, this is a hissing loudness similar to the commands on the parade ground of our sergeant major during my service. And Tanka said that she, that is, the wife, still has priority over all of them. And therefore, until her husband satisfies her, there can be no talk of Tanka’s pussy. And the topic is closed. But as soon as the husband pleases his wife, then she is ready to share. Marinka said that she would like to see how I satisfy my wife. And she replied that I was unlikely to agree, but she would try to make sure the girls watched. And right now, as soon as I wake up. I had to wake up. It's late in the evening, and then they won't be able to see a damn thing. And I will work for the public.

It became cool. Let's go get dressed. The girls, either drunk or having decided that there is nothing to be ashamed of in front of their husbands, are flashing their bare bottoms. Without any embarrassment. They had time to drink and eat. But they still asked us to make barbecue in the evening. There's still a lot of meat. There will be barbecue for you. Later. In the meantime, he pulled his wife into the bushes and pulled him himself. She doesn’t resist and happily agrees to go for a walk. Either from the meat I ate, or from the alcohol I drank, or from the contemplation of naked female bodies, or from the fact that I had rested, taken a little nap, and just started getting a headache. I push my wife under the butt and direct her to the bushes. And she, in a whisper that could be heard on the other side of the river, asks if I took everything, meaning rubber products. He reassured her that we had enough. And he even showed it.

Let's go. I hear the partisans sneaking behind us with silent taiga steps. A deaf person would hear. He took my sweetheart very close to the parking lot, hugged her, and started kissing her. And she has no time for kisses. I've suffered enough. She would rather start fucking. She takes off her pants, pulls me off, she tries to do everything at once: take off her pants and grab my dick. Somehow I took it off with my help. She knelt in front of me and put it in her mouth. She has this ritual: she must suck, at least not for long. Then she stood up, bent over, and stuck out her butt. I sat down and started licking my pussy. And when I warmed up, I asked

- Give it! Give it to me!

Well, I gave it. He jerked with a bang. She came once, then twice. She asked for a break. By the way, she’s not that much of a fuck hunter. It's normal. She doesn't need it every day. This is so true, it gives way to me when I climb. Sometimes he tries to get off with a blowjob. But I didn't finish. I pretended to reassure my sweetheart that I was cumming. She's hooked on this matter. Someone said that a man can get sick because he doesn’t let go. Even prostate cancer. So she tries to milk me, even if she doesn’t want to. Helped my dear, put on her pants. Let's go back. The girls rushed through the bushes after the free concert, so much so that they made a clearing. They came to the fire, they were sitting with innocent faces. The wife looked, silently asking if everything went well. They nodded in response: Oh, yes! Fine!

In the evening we ate barbecue and drank wine. It's already dark. The girls, after such a hectic day, asked to go to bed. I wanted to sit by the fire some more, so they almost forcibly dragged me into the tent. Bitches. It turns out they have a plan in mind. And as soon as we lay down, they, considering me to have fallen asleep, began to implement that plan. Tanka undressed. At all. All three, trying not to disturb me, pulled down my pants in drunken zeal. If I had been dead drunk, I would have woken up. But here I sleep, my eyes tightly closed. In the darkness of the tent, Tanka felt what she was looking for and grabbed it to set it up. Why put him there, he hasn’t fallen after his wife yet. Again, all three began to pull on the condom. Oh, bitches, we almost broke our dicks, they tried so hard. And they sat Tanka on him. And she started fucking me.

What else can you call the actions of a woman sitting on a sleeping man and taking advantage of his unconscious state. Well, sort of unconscious. Although I was very conscious. And he even held Tanya’s ass, which she “forgot” to tell those present. It's a mess, of course. He tore two of them doggy style, and Tanya was so honored. And I, sort of waking up, kind of mistaking Tanya for my wife, not understanding it in the dark and drunkenly, took her off me and put her in doggy style. The two friends instantly fell down and pretended to be deeply asleep. They even snored. And I gave Tanechka a ride and drove off-road.

Having finished, he fell onto her back, pressing her to the air mattress. She is silent and doesn't make a sound. Doesn't want to reveal his incognito identity. He lay down for a while and slid down, lay down next to him and regretted it.

In the morning, the girls laughingly told me how I fucked Tanya, confusing her with my wife. I was “embarrassed” and tried to apologize to my sweetheart. She waved her hand, announcing that from this day on, by decision of the women’s council-triumvirate, I am the husband of them all. with the ensuing consequences. My responsibilities include satisfying their bodily needs (fuck), giving the palm to my legal wife. Help with housework, which is what I already do. And love them all as one. In return, they undertake to take care of me, care for me and cherish me. Provide me with comfort and coziness, nourishing food. And love. Perform marital duties upon request, without citing headaches or other objections. Only monthly malaise relieves you of this.

And save my strength by not insisting on heroic deeds in bed. And also our family life now includes not very frequent, but not rare, joint sex. To maintain tone. The girls realized that contemplating someone else's fucking was a terrible turn-on. And I have the right, right from this moment, to lay out any of them according to my choice and pull them out as I want, in front of everyone. This does not mean all people, but all three of my wives. In any position I like. And since I have a morning hard-on, as the protruding panties subtly hint at, I can start exercising my right.

All three froze, awaiting my actions and my choice. Dear girls, if I had three dicks, I would give all three of them doggy style at once. In the meantime, I'll choose a wife. You, of course, are not strangers either, but she, according to your own classification, is the eldest in the harem.

Oh, how happy my wife was. not that she really wanted to. The choice of priority itself is indicative. I laid her in the tent on her back, in the missionary position, did not close the curtain, let them watch. After lying down for a while and even actively moving her butt, she whispered in my ear that she wasn’t particularly inclined towards sex, but was very grateful to me for my choice. In the meantime, would I like to replace her with any of the remaining girls? The wife's desire is the law. And which of the girls lies with me, it doesn’t matter at all. Still, she is my favorite. With a grateful peck on the lips, she slipped out of the tent, pulling up her panties as she walked, which she hadn’t really put on in a hurry, and called the girls. It seemed like they were sitting somewhere a hundred kilometers away. And she said that the Sultan, ugh, their common husband, was waiting for one of them. Marinka said that Tanka was the last one, so let her smoke for now. And she boldly lay down under me, raising her legs.

After lunch we started getting ready. It's time to go home, the weekend is over. I stopped by home, dropping off Tanka and his wife. I went to the garage to unload. Marinka came with me to help. She will spend the night with us today. Their hot water has been turned off, and it doesn’t hurt to wash before work. We stopped by to pick up some things. And at home Marinochka hyped me up, begging me, almost with tears in her eyes, for a portion of cunnilingus. And how happy she was, like a child at a New Year’s gift, when I diligently licked her pussy.

We returned from the garage just in time for dinner. My wife prepared dinner from the leftover marinated meat. We ate, finished the wine, and went to bed. Honestly, no one wanted sex. And so I, clinging to my wife, fell asleep in the sleep of a righteous man. The girls also fell asleep.

In the morning I pressed my protruding dick against my warm butt. His wife took him with her hand, moved him along the wet slit, raising her leg, but did not let him in.

- Be patient. I'll send Tanka now.

- Will she want to?

— These are not my problems.

- Why her?

— Marinka was the last one yesterday.

Oops. The little wife has already started her turn to look after. Just a eunuch in a harem.

- Let

take the elastic band

- No need. So finish it.

- A...

- Without “A”. It is useful for a woman to receive a portion of sperm. Will wash up.

Tanya came. She lay down next to her. And as soon as I squeezed her tit, she willingly spread her legs.

Three wives are a beauty, no matter what you say. But on the other hand...

And on either side. Three wives means there's always variety. Not attracted to outside women. I'd like to fuck my own people. The truth is that worries have increased exactly three times. If earlier a request could be answered with a refusal, now it’s a figment. A contract is a contract. And as for satisfaction... One wise man said that as long as a man has a tongue and fingers, he cannot be considered impotent.

We’ll go to the dacha next weekend. It's time to remove the preservation, heat the bathhouse, and steam the girls. Well, fuck it, accordingly.