Educational Theory

I still have Joy2x in my arms when I extend an arm for my wife. She joins us. As she does so, I pull back and put the two of them back together. This is their time. I will participate but they need to understand that I know that this is their passion for each other and I don't need to be humored. But neither of them will let go. It is my wife who speaks.

Mahal, I have done a great deal of thinking today. I am sure. This will only work if you are part of this… completely part of this. If you can’t find love for Joy2x and if she can’t find love for you, then it will not work. But ... if you both can find love for each other then it might work.

Had she forgotten Noime already? There is another, snag Ann. You know that.

Yes I do, but I think it will be OK if we find the love. I know how I feel about Joy2x right now. You two need to find each other in your hearts.

Huh, OK, I have a question for both of you females and it may require some soul searching on all our parts.

It is Joy2x who responds, I agree, we better be honest and deal with as much of this now. I do not want to fall deep in love and then find the road goes nowhere!

Joy2x, do you want children?

What?

Keep in mind that I am naked and these two beauties are in slips as this conversation progresses. The ‘What’ has come from my wife. Nothing has passed Joy2x’s lips.

Ann, you and I know, you are unable to have children. We have both accepted that as part of the life we would lead. But Joy2x may want kids. I, as we know, am fertile. We deal with this now, before we talk about long term commitments.

Ann is ashen. Joy2x was crying.

Joy2x? Do you?

I ... never ... thought ... such ... a ... thing ... was ... possible! ... through gushing tears, I never permitted myself to consider it. It was one of the things that made me saddest. When I see a baby I am sad.

Ann?

If she gives you children, you will leave me!

No! He won’t! I won’t let him!

I will speak for myself, Joy2x. Ann, you are my wife and nothing, no one, will ever come between us. If we have children, we do it as a group.

She is more beautiful than me! And she will give you children!

But you are her love, sweetheart. And you are my wife. ... Joy2x, are you on birth control now?

No, Po. All of a sudden I am 'Po.' I am not sure how to take that.

So if I cum inside you, you might get pregnant. Correct?

Yes, Po.

Ann, do you see why I asked?

Oo. I never realized! I am bobo!¹

No, you are not. It is understandable. With the exception of our nephews and nieces, Children have not been part of our lives.

Yes. I am bobo! I am bobo! Mahal, Mahal, my world is spinning. First I fall in love with Noime, and then I fall in love with Joy2x, and now you tell me that if we stay together, Joy2x will give you children.

There are a number of things in my head at this moment. First is that we need to spill the beans, sort of, related to Noime, and the second is that my wife has decided, not just wondered, that she is in love with Joy2x. Additionally it appears that Joy2x does want children. Both women were now crying. Joy2x reaches out to her lover as they seek solace in each other's arms. Joy2x begins talking to my wife, It’s OK my love. Let your man give me children so that you and I can raise them together. It will be good, my love. You will see. It will be good.

There are times when the best policy is to withdraw from the battlefield. This is one of those times. These are matters better resolved between the two of them. My presence is a distraction. But I cannot leave without an explanation. That will create a different type of wreck. So I speak my mind first.

Listen, I have something to say before I camp out on the couch in the Sala. You two have done the normal thing that people do when they fall in love. They forget about the realities of life. But if this is going to work, and I do firmly believe that you both want it to work, you are going to have to do something that is completely unnatural. You are going to have to really come to terms what it will be like in a home with more than one wife. This is for the two of you to figure out. You need to consider whether this is what you really want and if it is, how you will do it. Afterward, we can talk about whether I can live with what you have come up with. That is, if you do decide to try to stay together. Wife, I know it was your idea to make me as infatuated with Joy2x as you are. But if that plan had actually worked before you figured this out, you might have created more problems than we have now. You need to talk about having babies, about how you share me, about whether even Joy2x is enough for you Ann. And Joy2x, you need to decide whether or not you really want to be in a marriage. Take as much time as you need. A day, a week, a month. But be sure, before you cement us all into this.

Joy2x is silent. My wife asks me if I was really going to sleep on the couch. I know the subtext of her question. Yes. Tomorrow is still a school night and if I slip into Noime’s bedroom I will really screw up her sleep. That gets an odd look from Joy2x but I ignore it. My wife just signals her assent to my plan. I put a robe on and leave the bedroom.

Luckily the couch is comfortable and I get a passable night's rest. I wake up once at 3AM to take a piss. As I pass the bedroom door, I note that the lights were still on in there and I can hear their voices. I am getting more sleep than they are. I awake at 5:00AM, toilet, shower and shave, and exiting at 5:30. I keep a few clothes in Noime's room. A "just in case" of this sort of need arises. So I slip in, and quietly grabbed a pair of briefs and shorts. No shirt, but I can get that later. Walking to the kitchen, I decide against coffee and take a tea bag from a little crockery jar in which we keep such things. Twinning's English Breakfast Tea goes into the Asian styled Corelle cup, then some Sue Bee honey I picked up from the imported foods isle at the KCC supermarket. Finally I put the cup under the hot water dispenser of the water cooler. Instant tea if you like. In a few seconds the cup is filled with dark tea.

Outside the morning's Philippine Inquirer (printed mostly in English) is waiting to be plucked from between the wrought iron scrollwork bars on the front gate. Sliding the inside bolt lock and releasing the lock on the door knob, I saunter out into the early morning sun and gentle heat to collect the paper. I will settle down with the paper and the tea. But first I turn on the rice cooker so that there will be warm rice and I reheat the Pinakbet. Noime will have something to eat this morning. At some time today I will see the females. I assume Joy2x has to go back to work.

I am still reading at 6:45 when I put the paper down to get Noime going, explaining the situation of the moment to her as well. I see her out the door at 7:40AM. Still no sign of the females. At 8:30AM I get a text from Gina.

Is Teacher OK? She not here. They say she called in sick!

I text back, telling her not to worry. I mean that. My best guess that so long as they are in there talking, that things are OK. I have not heard anything break and there have been no screams. I just figure that reality has hit and they are taking this seriously. Considering the mess I probably am responsible for creating in my wife's head, I can only hope for the best.

By 10AM I have finished with the newspaper and have decamped from the dining room table and wandered over to my desk, turning on my computer. I am doing my best to record these doings. I get about an hour's worth of typing, and just thinking, in when I hear the bedroom door open and footsteps to the bathroom. And then again the same sounds, followed by the shower. At 11:45 they appear, together, my wife is in a dress. Joy2x is in the same slip she was wearing the night before.

Mahal, please come to the table. We need to talk. That is probably the understatement of all time. I do as requested. My wife now continues. Look this has happened so fast that I am sure there will be things I learn about Joy2x that will be a challenge in the future. I know she will have the same problems with me. But we do think we love each other. I doubt I will ever have a better chance of holding onto a woman I love and my husband with any other girl. Joy2x wants what married life offers, but she needed a wife and not a husband. She figures that she will never again find a life like the one she can have with us. She does want children, if, and only if, it is you who can give her those children. She wants no other man in her life. In you, she has found a man who loves someone else and will not expect her to be his one and only. And yet, you will not cheat. You are, for her, the perfect answer, when added to her love for me. ... Did I say that right, Joy2x? Joy2x answers with a silent yes. I have to accept the fact that there will be times when you are with, and make love to, Joy2x when I am not there. This is not a matter of trust. It is a matter of making our lives work. I already know I can trust you. Now take this girl into our bedroom and make love to her. I have errands to run and you don’t need me in there now. You will not have me tonight either. I will lay with Noime. Yes, Lewis, Joy2x knows about Noime. You were right about that too. She had to know. Tomorrow night Joy2x will lay with Noime and you will lay with me. After that we will have a family discussion about how this will work. My wife, not waiting for comment, gets up, kisses me, kisses Joy2x and walks out the front door.

I sit there at the table across from Joy2x. What do you say at moments like this? Has there ever been a moment like this? Yes, I had put the balls in motion. But I fell like the programmer in Tron who becomes but a piece of the puzzle he has created. She is quite beautiful as she sits there quite silent.

Joy2x, you really want this? You want to essentially become wife #2? The wife who will have my children? A wife, who, because she bears my children, must never leave me? Even should, God forbid, something happen to Ann, if you are here with our children, you are going to have to stay with me. This is want you really want?

Lewis, even should Ann die, I will not be alone with you. You know that. Noime is here. And you love Noime too. Is that not so?

Huh, OK, Yes. And you are OK with that?

I have a secret. I have carried it around for years. I told Ann last night. Now I tell you. I have always wanted to make love to someone Noime’s age. It is a part of me that always frightened me. But it doesn’t frighten you, does it!

No, it doesn’t. But it does surprise me. So we are a better fit for you that even you imagined.

Yes, Lewis, yes. I gather that I can be with Noime. What about Gina. I am embarrassed to tell you this, but I have wanted that one, all school year.

I am speechless, dumbstruck. All I can say is, I don’t think that will be a problem.

Lewis, I am sure I want to do this. Do you?

Joy2x, I think I do, but you know, I do not really know you. I find you attractive. I know from just speaking with you that you are intelligent. I know you share the same desires in ways that I do. But there is so much more to learn about you. But still… since my wife loves you, I want to too.

Shall we cross the marital threshold and consummate our marriage?

That is probably a good idea. Do you want me to carry you?

No silly, I can walk. I should tell you that while I am technically not a virgin, my hymen is not there, but I have never been with a man. You will be my first and my only in this life.

There are no candles in the bedroom now. The light is steaming in and the bedroom air-con is working to keep the temps down. No one else is home, but I close the bedroom door anyway. Turning to look at Joy2x again, it is so hard to believe that this could be happening. I approach her and remove the slip, the only thing she is wearing. If Joy2x is stunning in clothing, she is more so without clothing. There is no way to describe beauty like this. They might airbrush photos in the mags. They might use heavy makeup to mask imperfections on the TV or in the movies. There is nothing to mask, nothing to airbrush. Joy2x is the most beautiful creature I have ever known. Everything is perfect. I have seen breasts like hers in movies and always assumed if they were C cups and stood out like hers did, they had to be silicone jobs. But her breasts are natural and amazing. Her shaved pussy, perfect. Her waist was sweet and small. Oh shit, she is so beautiful and she wants to be mine. Go fucking figure.

She unbuttons and unzips my shorts. She pulls down my briefs and pulls me onto the bed. I run my hands so lightly over her body, as she lies there, that I barely touched the skin. And yet I do touch and as I touch the inside of her thighs, they give way to allow me access. Her nipples are sticking out. I play with them. She sighs. I kiss her as my hand finds her clit. As I pinch her clit, she moans and bites my lower lip.

I slide down and take her clit between my lips. It protrudes into my mouth allowing my tongue to play with it. She shudders and grunts. So I do it more and again, egging on her primal needs, until… until her legs clamp both side of my head, and I fell her grab my hair and pull me up. Up I come following my hair. But having pulled me up, she pushes me over to my side and then to my back. She is kneeling over me now. She slides down over me, still kneeling, her feet, even with my feet. Reaching down she takes hold of my family jewels. I have never touched these before. I never knew the sack is so soft! Ah, but your cock is not soft! It is stiff. Lewis, will you put this inside me now? I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel what Ann feels. I want to know what Ann will not ever give up.

You do it, Joy2x. Center yourself over it, position it on your pussy and slide down on it.

She does as instructed. She is wet but is tight. She takes her time, with little motions up and down. Finally I am inside all the way. The pussy that had never had a cock inside it, has one now, and I have a ring side seat. She is facing me. I see every expression she makes. I watch my member embed itself deep in her. And once she has accommodated old glory, she starts the inbred rhythm that nature gives all its creatures. I know that Joy2x will always dream of women and girls. I have no illusions that a stiff cock will fuck the lesbian out of her. But I also know that she now knows, cock feels good inside a pussy. As she is fucking herself on my pole, I reach up and start playing with her breasts again. This causes yet more excitement from her. The bouncing on my manhood gets more furious. It is right at the moment, when I remember my wife's caution about needing a towel, that I get a drenching. It feels like an 8 ounce glass on hot liquid had just been thrown on me. But at the same time, Joy2x leans over me, grabs my head and hair, cussing like a Filipino sailor. Damn. She is probably done, but I have yet to cum.

I roll her over onto her back, take hold of her ankles and hold them spread wide and high over her head, as I re-enter her and start pounding her pussy for all I am worth. I am going to give this girl a deposit to remember. As I fuck her, all I hear is incoherent noises. My need to dominate her, to fuck her hard, to cum deep inside her overwhelms me and cum boils up, shooting down, into Joy2x's deep cunt. The hot cum shocking her and causing more squirting and screaming.

We are a mess, but we are now joined.

Lewis, how does Ann walk after you do that to her?

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Chapter 8