Who's on first?
In what feels to me like the blink of an eye, my life with Maricar has been upended. Clearly she is still my wife, but she belongs to my Mistress. Jovelyn has been installed in a bedroom across the hall and so has Imee's little son. He now occupies the remaining bedroom in the house. Jovelyn is now quite openly one of my lovers and Maricar is respectful to her.
And now there's the issue of pregnancy... I was OK thinking that even though I was fucking the girl, she would not get pregnant as she wasn't taking the pills. That assumption was presumptuous. Imee and Maricar have Jovelyn on the pill with the hope that she will get pregnant. I am not allowed to fuck my wife unless both Imee and Jovelyn are not ripe. If either of them are at the time of the month when they are most likely to take, I am to service them alone. That has given rise to another phenomenon. I don't always get to sleep in the Master bedroom. When Jovelyn is ripe, I am expected to lie with her in her bedroom.
There is another piece of fallout. Ikay is royally pissed off as she has been effectively cut off. I'm supposed to be fucking only pussies that can get pregnant and that means with females who are taking a fertility drug. Ikay is not. Of course, at some level Ikay is with me because of the obligation she undertook to keep her family from getting evicted. I decide to change that and make it clear to Ikay that she is free of that obligation. I will not evict her family because of any reason other than inability to pay future rent. That has absolutely no palliative effect on the girl.
You think I am here every day and I don't want you in me? Lawrence, you make me angry. You know I want you inside me. You know I said I would lose if Imee came here. You said, there will be no competition. Well? I am shut out. It is not fair. If Jovelyn can have you, I want you too. Do something!
Ikay, if you get pregnant, your parents will be very, very angry with me. I don't want a problem with them.
You still have that photo you took of me and mom?
Yes.
Give me a copy.
Why?
None of your business.
Then why should I give it to you?
Because you love me and I need it to solve my problem and keep you out of trouble. I send a copy of the photo to her cell phone, from my phone.
Thanks. Tell Imee I am moving in with Jovelyn tonight and want the same medicine she is taking.
And she walks out of the door of our house, without any further comment or preparation. No, 'may I start living here...' no 'may I have the medicine...' nothing of the kind. No thought of Maricar and what she might say, at all. She is intent on moving in and she wants to get her share of me and if that means getting pregnant, that is what she will do.
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Imee, we have an addition to the household.
Ikay?
Yes, how did you know?
Who else could it be? Besides, Jovelyn told me if I made the rules like I did, Ikay would be very unhappy.
She wants the fertility drug.
You want me to give it to her?
No. Will you argue if I have her without the drug?
Yes I will, so I will give her the medicine.
A little later Ikay is back, with a big plastic bag filled with all her worldly belongings. Maricar is in the sala with me when Ikay comes back.
This is not exactly how I wanted this to unfold! But with Maricar looking on, I address Ikay, Tell me what happened?
I see my mother. Father is gone again. I tell her I am moving in here. She says that wasn't part of her agreement with you. I tell her that the agreement is no longer necessary. I don't have to fuck you to keep them safe. She asks, how long has this been true? I don't know, but I think it has been true with you for a while and I tell her it has been months. She is screaming at me...why am I still over here? I tell her because I love you and want to be here. She says she is going to tell Maricar everything. I tell her go ahead. It won't change anything. Then I tell her if she causes me any problems I will show the picture to the police and get her arrested. We argue some more. She is angry and crying. I tell her that you treat me with love and you are polite. I tell her that my life here will be good. She doesn't believe me. I tell her I don't care. I take my stuff in the bag and I am leaving. She hugs me and asks me, please don't go. I tell her I am going but if she will stop being mean to me, and you, that I will talk to her and visit her. I tell her I want your baby. I tell her if she wants to see her grandchildren, she should be good to us. She cries. I cry. Then we hug, we make up and I leave.
Maricar gets up from a couch. I am not looking forward to what comes next as she tells Ikay, Go up to the bedroom you will share with Jovelyn. I am going to see your mother.
I'm not going back Ate.
I know child, I know. I am just going to tell her that you are OK and safe here. I am going to tell her that if you have Lawrence's children, it will be a blessing for me.
Ikay is speechless. She nods and goes upstairs. Maricar looks at me. Were you a bastard to her mother Lawrence?
Yes.
Well, then, you are very lucky that girl loves you like she does. I will speak with the mother.
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There are now five places at the table. I sit on one end. Next to me in place of Maricar, who used to sit on my left, is Imee. Next to her is Maricar. On my right is Jovelyn. Next to her sits Ikay. A pecking order has been established between the women, just as Ikay suggested would occur. There is a myth about women knowing how to cooperate. That may be true in some abstract way, but when it comes to men, it isn't true at all.
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It has been a month since everything changed around here. Imee has been on the fertility drug for six weeks. Jovelyn has been on it four and Ikay has been on it 3 and a half weeks. No one is pregnant. By the by, these pills are expensive!
There is no way to know if the pills are working but I continue to make regular and frequent donations to the cause whenever the females in question are at the right point in their cycles. I have been given a calendar. It is set up with each of their cycles marked. The only one who is not getting any these days is Maricar. The 'old' Maricar would not have missed the absence of marital relations at all. The new one is chomping at the bit and letting all of us know it. I am laughing. This is Imee's problem, not mine. Imee agrees to allow Maricar as much sexual contact as she had with me before all this, which according to Imee is twice a month.
Maricar asked Imee permission to be alone with me for those times and evidently receives it. This is beyond weird for me, but I am not going to rock the boat. This Maricar is not the woman I have been married to all these years. I don't know how to explain it. Sex used to be a challenge to get, followed by a sense that she thought she had done her duty. Now she just about rapes me to get my clothing off me. She no longer hides her fantastic body. She makes sure I see all of her and as much as I want.
She never, and I do mean never, masturbated in front of me before. Now she does, telling me how much she wants me inside her. I never before saw her gush her pussy juices, from over her own fingers before I ever touched her. Now I have seen it. I am seeing it again now as she makes sure I am excited and horny for her. She takes her pussy juice wet hands and circles my cock, guiding in to her mouth. She coats my member with her saliva, her head bouncing up and down on it. She is taking more and more of my pole. She has never taken so much and I expect her to gag. But she takes more yet again. I must be in her throat. This is a woman who wouldn't even put her mouth on my dick for six years. I am down her throat as she allows me to fuck her head. I am delirious. She squeezes my balls and fingers my ass at the same time. Bingo! I blow my load down her throat.
I am almost out of it, but she is convinced that we aren't done. She is whispering in my ear about how we can fill the next apartment building with only pretty and single women, for me to fuck. Would I like that? How young would I like the daughters to be. I clearly like young girls, she whispers in my ear. I can have whatever I want, she tells me as she works my member back to life. I am hard again. Maricar climbs up on me and sits on my pole, as I sink inside her pussy. Fuck me Lawrence. Fuck your bitch, your whore. I'm no good for anything but fucking Lawrence. Fuck me good! I roll her over and take her missionary position. My dick is slamming into her. She is screaming for me to use her like the whore she is. I pull out and turn her over, grease up her ass with her pussy juice alone and plow into her ass. She screams again. I am not stopping. I hold on to her hips and smash as hard as I can into her with each stroke.
You going to be a good bitch?
y-y-yES !
You going to obey?
YES!
All my commands?
YES, anything you want. I do it! Lawrence! Just keep on Fucking ME!
I fuck her ass until she is a rag doll on my pole before I cum inside her. We sleep, but before we leave the bedroom in the morning, I take her ass again... and then we talk.
What has happened?
Imee showed me how many ways I had failed you Lawrence. She will not fail you as I did. She says the only reason she did not get rid of me is because you foolishly still love me and you would not permit it. She showed me how she will make sure all your desires are always met so that you never will have any needs she hasn't already filled. She is right. I was very wrong. I am very lucky you stayed with me, even though I treated you bad. I am trying to be good for you now. I am trying to repay you for your loyalty Lawrence. You know I had nothing when we first met. I had less than Imee had. Somehow, my mind confused me and I thought I deserved all this. I did not. You gave it to me and I took you for granted. Imee showed me what a low, mud crawling bitch I am. It will take years for me to repay you, Lawrence.
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Another month has passed. The new apartment building is rising, if not rapidly. Everything here is done by hand. In the end, it will be a five story apartment building. Concrete block, by concrete block, each block is lifted by hand. Nothing is mechanized. With the cash flow and the speed of building, we receive money faster than it gets expended. I am embarrassed to tell you what wages we are pay for highly skilled labor. It is appallingly low and yet we are paying local top dollar as it were.
Ikay is now sixteen. We had a birthday party for her. Maricar invited the mother, but the woman did not come. Jovelyn has turned fifteen as well.
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It is three weeks later. Jovelyn is pregnant! She has missed her period and is nauseous every morning. I wonder if she will be able to carry the infant to term. The whole household is talking about nothing else and it is highly tentative. It will be something, if God is willing, in seven months hence. However with all the talk, it was my Maricar who raises the point that the house is too small. We need more room for this coming newborn and since Jovelyn is now pregnant, should we not expect Imee and Ikay to also become pregnant?
I ask, Ok, how large a home do we need?
Imee responds quickly, There are three bedrooms now plus your office. I think two more will be enough.
Mistress, you are underestimating the number of children your Master is likely to produce between the three of you and that assumes he doesn't take on other women, now that he knows children are possible! I think you need far more than three more rooms.
Ikay must be doing the math too. Ate Maricar is right.
Jovelyn thinks this is all much to do about nothing. Hey there is only one child coming... what are we arguing about. The baby will stay in my room.
Daughter, the others are right, we have to think ahead.
Four females arguing about how many babies I will father is all too much for me! You four work this out. I am going upstairs to my office for a while.
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My God, we are building a home with eight bedrooms and a huge nursery. Maricar says it will hold fifteen infants at once. I tell her: Yes. I want children, but isn't this going a little overboard?
Husband, within the year you may have anywhere from five to six or seven children born. Mistress Imee may have one, two or three! This fertility drug has the side effect of frequently producing multiple births. If you get them all pregnant again next year, the first kids will still be in the nursery when the next ones are born. Now do you think 15 is too many?
Huh, maybe it is time to stop with the drugs. Five to seven will be plenty.
Ha! Good luck with that Lawrence.
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I have skipped another sixty days. Ikay is now pregnant as well and we know now that both she and Jovelyn are carrying twins. Ultrasound is a wonderful tool - it gives me a chance to panic long before all these babies arrive!
For the time being both girls are off the table as far as fucking is concerned.
Imee missed her period last week, but it is too soon to know anything, so she is still on my list. Maricar is back on the fuckable list now that the young'uns are off it. That makes my wife triply happy. For what it is worth, I love her more now than ever. True, the fact that she dresses sexier for me now, and gives me sex whenever I ask her for it doesn't hurt a bit. She is working out and staying fit in a very dedicated way these days.
The new house should be finished by the time the second set of twins are born.
Oh! I almost forgot to mention. Our new apartment building is up and we have it half filled. Imee, Maricar and I have been having fun, interviewing prospective tenants. Imee thinks we should be using the process to scope out potential conquests. I am not sure if she means for me or for her. When I asked, she just giggled. Ikay overheard the conversation and later whispered in my ear that the nursery might not be big enough.
So far we have been just making sure those we accept can pay the rent and have a clean police report. Imee wants us to rent out the balance to single mothers with teenage girls.
For me, I no longer even consider whether I will have sex each day. The only questions have to do with whom will I have it. I find it interesting that as much of a dominatrix Imee is toward Maricar, she is submissive towards me. I have no experience in such matters and I don't understand how one person can be both.
In bed, Imee never demands. She asks, and sometimes begs. She does everything I ask of her without hesitation. I have no doubt that if I asked her to, she would procure girls or women for me. I am not asking for it. She asked me if I wanted to brand her body with a tattoo. I do not. I do love fucking her in the ass but I am not interested in being a 'Master.'
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Imee is pregnant as are the two girls. The house construction is on time and miracle of miracles, I have Maricar in my bed every night! She is by far the most beautiful of my companions and now, as it was when we first dated, I have complete access to her body. What joy!
She is still a young woman. I had married her in her early 20's and we have been married now nine years. She looks better today than she did the day I married her. Her breasts are still firm as is her ass. Her legs are a marvel. They look so good in high heels. Every time I see her in heels and a sexy dress I just want fuck her right then and there. I don't care who sees. I used to say that, but am not sure I meant it. Now I know I mean it. The other girls are watching Face To Face on TV5, when Maricar walks into the room looking so incredibly good.
As she walks into the sala, I pull her into my arms and hold her tight, giving her a romantic french kiss as my hands travel up under her dress to her tiny thong panties. I unzip the back of her dress right there in the sala. The others are beginning to notice as her dress hits the floor. She is in my arms - in the middle of the sala - in bra, panties and heels. Three females watch as I continue kissing her, unhook her bra and grab her ass. The TV is blaring but no one is watching, as I lift Maricar up onto the back of a low chair, and pull her thong off. I spread her legs and slide between them as I pull my dick out of my shorts. I forcefully insert it in my wife's waiting wet cunt. We are still kissing as I start a steady rhythm. I break the kiss. She whispers in my ear, Show our audience just how much you want your wife, please. I whisper back, My pleasure. I am going to give you a fucking to remember sweetheart.
Still fucking my wife and loving the feeling, it is time Maricar got the full attention of everyone. Ikay, come give my wife's left breast your full attention. Suck on it, play with it. Make her hot for your hands and mouth. Jovelyn, you take her right breast in the same way. Imee, go grab a butt plug, grease it up. I will lift up Maricar long enough for you to insert it. Then you suck on her toes.
Just knowing what was about to happen to her, raises Maricar's level of sexual excitement. Her pussy is cascading juices. In minutes, there is a full assault on her body by all of us. Ikay has decided to not only do Maricar's breast, she is fingering Maricar's clit, as I fuck my wife.
Maricar is going nuts. I know I am going to cum soon. I tell Imee to get a dildo and strap it on. When I come I will have Imee replace me.
I will give Maricar no rest. I want her to be so well fucked by all, that she knows how much I desire her. I continue to fuck my wife, as Imee grabs my balls and squeezes, sticks her tongue in my ear and tells me to cum now! I do, deep and long. Maricar's eyes flash open and moans loud and long, but even though I am done for the moment, she is not. Imee replaces me and, with the strapped on dildo, continues to pump into my wife. We have two strap-ons in the house. I tell Ikay to get the other one.
Maricar is damn close to out of it, when I tell Imee to pull out and let Ikay have a go at Maricar. My wife has become our pin cushion and we all take a turn fucking her. By the time Jovelyn has had her turn, I am hard again. I turn my wife over, on the back of the chair and take her from the rear up her ass. Her lovely tits hanging down with the girls sucking on them again, from the other side of the chair.
Maricar is mine in a way she never understood she would be when we first married. I am more than married to this woman. I own her now.
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