Copyright© 2012-2017, 2019 by VeryWellAged

Social Security would not be enough.

There was no 401K.

A Novel.

Fourth Edition

09 December 2020

First published in HTML format on the ASSTR website in 2012.

The first self-publication in PDF and ebook formats, of the complete book has a publication date is 20 June 2014.

This revision of the text has a publication date of 13 January 2015.

Reformatted 23 April 2016.

Reedited, revised and republished 29 April 2016.

Reworked. revised and republished 28 October 2017.

Typographic and text changes on 13 February 2018.

Format and font changes on 29 August 2019.

Format and font changes on 14 September 2019.

Corrections to text on 09 February 2020.

None of this book may be used by others without the express email consent of the author. You may contact the author at: VeryWellAged@ymail.com.

Warning to reader: This story references a "Jake" story. To understand this story, fully, it is best to have already read Jake’s Journal: The Philippines - Joyfully (PDF / azw3 / ePub / mobi).

It’s time.

Who knew it would come so soon. I sure didn’t. I could never even see myself as retired. The concept was unacceptable. I had sunk all I had into my businesses, and the one that had actually made it big, was lost to me due to some poor choices on my part and some bad faith on the part of others. Still, I wasn’t crying over that, I had plugged ahead, with another company. In the end, when the market took a zig, my latest company was the zag. It was time to gracefully and quickly as possible, shut things down, and sell the assets I had. There was enough in assets to pocket about $200K as we turned off the lights.

As I reviewed my situation, I was still a few years from getting the most out of my social security. The cost of living, to live in the home I had, and in the way I did, would consume all my sayings soon enough. At some point not too many years down the road, all that would be left would be a Social Security check, and whatever small paycheck my sweet wife might bring in, as she was not highly skilled in anything other than being a good wife.

I did have other equity. I had a home. We had refinanced recently to get some needed cash but I figured that if we sold it and paid off the mortgage, we would realize about another $200K. But that gave me only $400K for all the years to come (and the possibility of a modest inheritance at some point in a few years further on). I clearly had a problem.

I was aware of reverse mortgages, but my Filipina born wife, Maricar, is thirty years my junior and I had to leave her standing when I check out. So that was not a viable option.

Since birth and for sixty-two years, I had been a proud citizen of the United States. I had never considered leaving it. I saw no reason to leave it. Now, as I contemplated my retirement, I did.

The math was compelling. If we moved to the Philippines, with the money we had available, I could build a house for my wife and me, and build an apartment building as well.

For what amounted to a monthly income of $2K US, or ₱80,000, we could live very, very well. We could live off the rents for as long as we pleased, once it started coming in. The SSA checks would kick in, in a few years, adding about $2K more to our monthly income. The inheritance would also kick in, in a few years. Until all that happened, we would be depleting some of our remaining capital. But the rents would kick-in within the first year we were there. Beyond land and construction costs, our cash burn would stop just short of $24K, during the first year for our monthly needs. If we didn’t decrease the $2K were using a month, in a couple of years, when I added the SSA income to what we expected to get from rents, bumping the total monthly income to more than $4K, a month, we would live without any concerns at all.

The extra income might have been a problem for us if were doing this in the USA because of the USA tax laws, but the Philippines was a cash economy, it was not a credit/plastic economy.

If we had to report it because of checks or plastic here in the Philippines, it wouldn’t even help if we used my wife’s account, as she was a dual citizen, with both USA and Philippine passports. So that retail income here would have had to have been reported to both the Philippine Government and the US tax folks.

USA tax laws exempted the first $93K of simple foreign income but even if rental income was exempted, it might affect my SSA, and there was Philippines income tax liability. In the future, any money we deposited in our Philippines bank account was going to be reported to the USA IRS and we still had to file US Tax returns. So the SSA checks could go into the bank, but the cash we realized from rents, would be collected in pesos, be used as pesos and never see the inside of a bank. Neither the IRS nor the Philippine Bureau of Internal Revenue (BIR) would see this income.

With the rentals, we would actually be making good money. When the inheritance hit, we could build more apartment buildings. And that money would also remain in pesos.

It was simple, stay in the USA and go from middle class to poor. Move to the Philippines and be OK for the rest of my years, while at the same time bequeathing a valuable estate to my wife and her heirs.

To accomplish this I drew up a list of the things that needed to be done. One by one, they were completed. Customer contracts sold off in conjunction with company liabilities. With the exception of some intellectual property I would sell, my goal was to end up neither making nor losing money on the day to day continuing obligations. I was hoping for a wash; and that is pretty much what I got.

With money we already had in the bank, we, (via my wife, as a citizen of the Philippines because foreigners cannot purchase land,) acquired a 1000SqM lot in the Dadiangas Heights area of General Santos City.

Once I was able to completely close down day to day operations, I sold the other assets in my company, at the perfect point and received more than I had hoped we would get. I realized $235K.

The USA housing mess was over, mortgages were still low interest and there was demand in my region. The house also sold for a bit more than I had anticipated. We realized $260K profit at the sale. Being $5K shy of a half a million dollars was way beyond that for which I had hoped. The cost to ship all our worldly good to the Philippines via container freight was under $14.5K. I applied for and received a 13A immigrant visa from the Philippine government. When the 40 foot-container arrived at the port of Davao in the Philippines, I showed my 13A visa and the cargo was released duty and tax free! Welcome to the Philippines.

We leased a home for $250, (or ₱10,000), a month while we built our new house and the apartment building. So I started my life, as an expat retiree, in the Philippines. What I didn’t expect was how my life would change in many other ways.

§ § §

Hon, Inday[1] tells me she is having a problem collecting the rent from 3F. Will you please take care of it? I need to go to the market, stop off and pay the water and electric bills.

How much is due?

They are late a week on the rent. It’s ₱4,500.

Inday is my wife’s sister. She and her husband live in one of the apartments – she acts as manager for us. We pay her a straight salary and provide them the apartment free of charge. Inday’s husband, Edgar, works as one of our security guards at the gatehouse of the building. They do OK. For all that, they fix anything broken or in need of repair. She normally is to collect the rent. Her salary is minimal, but so is the work. Most of the hard stuff falls on Edgar. We also have another of my wife’s sisters, Liezel, who works for us as a maid, at least for now. Whether she will be with us for long is up for discussion. Once again, we pay a minimal income, but she pays for nothing. She is essentially a dependent of mine, she lives with us in the house and everything including her clothing is paid for. What she gets in money is more like an allowance.

Anyway, my wife had asked me to see about collecting the rent from the family in 3F. All my working life, I had been a professional, dealing with other professionals. I had never been a landlord. Now I was. I had thought of my role as the hands off landlord, reaping in the profits but not actively involved in the day to day. This was different.

The apartment building is on our property, but outside our compound. It is still early morning, about 7:50AM, as I walk out our gate, pass by Edgar at the hut by the apartment building gate and walk up to the third floor of the building.

3F is a two-bedroom apartment. In Manila, if there was an elevator, this apartment might go for ₱12,500, but here in Gensan, and with only stairs, it is a lot less expensive. Still the average salaries are low too and even ₱4,500 is a struggle for many a Filipino here.

I knock on the door of the apartment. A boy of maybe four years opens it. I ask in Tagalog for his mother or father. The child runs off leaving me at the door for a good minute before a woman appears.

She is probably attractive, but at the moment, all I see is a young woman, somewhat disheveled and fearful. I wish her a good morning and she returns the greeting. The rest of the conversation in Tagalog, will be written in English.

I am your landlord.

Yes, I know Sir Lawrence.

What is your name ma’am?

Imee, Sir.

Imee, you know that your rent is overdue by two weeks?

Oh Sir, it is one week! I do not have the money. I will have it soon! I promise.

No the rent is due on the first of the month. We allow you to pay up to a week late, and you are a week later than that!

Truly, I will have it soon! I promise.

Imee, what makes you think you will have the money soon?

As soon as my employer pays me, I will pay you.

You do not know when you will be paid?

No, Sir. She says it has been a bad month for business, but that I will be paid.

Imee, I am afraid that we can’t allow you to stay without payment.

Imee begins crying, sobbing and begging. This is just what I don’t need! She is on her knees, sobbing and grabbing my legs, saying something about how her family will end up as beggars on the streets if I can’t help her out. Unfortunately, I suspect that she is speaking the truth. Still, if I just let this slide, I will end up as a non-profit homeless shelter! That can’t be. I say as much to her.

Imee, still crying and on her knees, I know Sir Lawrence. I will do anything you ask. Please do not throw us out.

You don’t mean that, Imee.

Yes, yes I do, I do anything. I know what I offer.

How old are you?

Thirty-one, Sir.

You married?

No Sir.

Boyfriend?

No Sir.

How many children?

Two, Sir. The boy you see and a daughter at school right now.

Go fix yourself up and show me that I would want you. If I do, you have to pay with that every day from now on, even after you pay the rent; plus I will only give you seven more days to pay the rent or I send you away anyway. Do you understand?

There is a glint of something, I don’t know what, in Imee’s eyes. She gets up and sprints into a bedroom. In truth, I can wait a week if this is a one off, but I do not want to make this easy on her or anyone in the future. I’m more than happy to pluck some low hanging fruit, but there is a lot of low hanging fruit here in the Philippines.

It’s taking too long. I am just about to give up on Imee, when she emerges from the bedroom in panties and bra and nothing else. The boy is in one of the two bedrooms and I do not see or hear him. Imee is pretty. Her breasts are larger than my Maricar’s. Her face is nice, if not award winning. Imee reaches out her hand and takes mine, leading me into her bedroom.

I normally don’t engage in sex at eight in the morning, but it looks like I will make an exception today. Before I do, I want to make sure she is agreeing to the terms I have outlined.

Before you take off the rest of what you are wearing, I want to hear you agree to a few things.

She signals ‘OK/Yes’[2] with her eyebrows, as Filipinos do.

If I take you, it is for the entire time you live here. You are mine and cannot have a boyfriend or anyone else in your pussy, unless I approve it. This is true even though you will keep the rent up to date after this one time where you are late. If you tell anyone else about this agreement, I will evict you immediately. Do you understand?

She signals OK/Yes with her eyebrows but I say, No, say it out loud.

Yes Sir, I am your whore.

Good whore, remove your clothing.

She is darker than Maricar. Her nipples are dark and large. Her pussy is shaved, but that is true of most Filipinas and means nothing. Her hips flair out nicely. The perfectly straight and jet-black hair on her head cascades down to the small of her back. She has her nails painted a deep maroon.

As I approach her, her head is at my shoulders.

Undress me.

There is little to remove. I kicked off my sandals when I entered the apartment. I have a short sleeve shirt, briefs and shorts on. That is all. I am naked in 20 seconds.

Knee down, take me in your mouth and suck me off.

She does. Her technique indicates that she is a novice at this and I am giving her further instructions. The experience is improving markedly. She is now sucking, running her tongue up the underside of my member. Her left hand cradles my balls as her right pumps against the base of my shaft. Her saliva coats my cock and her right hand as she sucks for all she was worth.

I am hard, but she isn’t moving me off the dime at the moment. I am just enjoying myself, watching her head bob, up and down, with an earnestness of purpose. Whether I really own her ass, is something that will only prove out in the days and months to come. After a while, I sense her jaws are beginning to ache and I lift Imee up and place her on her own bed. She is on her back, ass on the edge and legs lifted up in the air, her ankles on my shoulders, as I enter her. Entering her is no easy feat, as her pussy is damned tight. It is already a bit lubricated with her own juices, but not near enough. She isn’t sloppy wet and, as tight as she is, it takes a while to enter her fully. I make it a little bit and run into a dry patch. I back out a little and try again. Finally, I find the bottom, as my cock hits her cervix and she grunts with what I assume is a little discomfort.

I am working her, short stroking, until her juices really start flowing, avoiding the cervix until she is ready to really accept all of me without further complications. Imee is gasping, begging, moaning. I start to feel small orgasms as her pussy clenches down and locks down on my member, only to release a few moments later and then repeat again. Her breathing becomes ragged followed by bigger orgasms. This may be a duty she is discharging but she is enjoying it.

I am rock hard, slamming my dick into this mother turned whore for rent money. As I fuck her, I look down at this woman now begging for my cum in her cunt. I see desperate need in her eyes, as she looks up at me. And that does it, as I let loose the cum inside, and watch her countenance, as it hits her full force. Her eyes fly open wide, as she bucks and wails, only to slump into quiescence.

I leave her on the bed, legs draped over the edge, as I dress and leave her.

It will be hours yet before Maricar returns home. I clean up in my bathroom and proceed to my home/office. I will write this all down. Maybe it will make a good story.

I am about 30 minutes into writing this down and I am getting hard just thinking about it. I save the file on my computer and leave the house. I head back to Imee.

I knock of her door. Imee answers it. She has fear on her face.

There is nothing wrong, I just want more of you.

Imee breaks into a smile and jumps up on me, Lawrence it is good you come back. I think I am going to like you! You want to fuck more?

Yes, I want to fuck you more.

Good! My son is playing with friends upstairs. We can make more noise now!

Imee undresses even as we are entering the bedroom. Once inside she grabs a camera and asks me to take a photo of her, So that I am always in your eyes Lawrence.

She poses and I snap a shot.

What is your cell number? I will send it to you.

I give it to her.

Do you have any Vaseline?

She does and gets it. I have her put it by the bed for later. I lay down on the bed and have Imee mount me. She is sopping wet as she slides down my pole. She is giggling. She jiggles her breasts, You like my breasts Lawrence?

Yes, I like your breasts. I also like your pussy, and your ass, and your legs and your face.

Good. I like you Lawrence. If I am going to be yours forever, it is good I like you.

It is not forever, it is for as long as you live here.

Yes and I will not leave. So it will be forever.

All the while, Imee is bouncing up and down on my hard-on. Her pussy remains very tight and I feel like she is trying to milk me with her pussy. Having cum less than an hour before, I am stiff but nowhere near ready to cum again. I put a finger on her clit as she is bouncing and that sends her into orgasm land.

She is tiring now, and is slowing down. I pull her off me and put her on her knees. Taking the Vaseline I grease up her ass.

Oh, Lawrence, I am scared!

You are mine to do with as I please, or do you forget already?

Yes Lawrence, I remember, but I am scared.

My fingers are coated with the petroleum jelly and I insert a finger into her rectum. With another finger, I stroke her clit. Imee is moaning. I add another finger up her rectum. She is beginning to breathe hard and grind her ass against my fingers. I add another finger. Her breathing is really ragged now. I pull my fingers out and place myself directly behind Imee. My pole is greased and it sits on the outside of her rosebud. It is not fully closed up yet, as I push the glans inside the ring. Imee gasps. I snake my hand around the front, and start fingering Imee’s pussy and clit as I take her in the ass. Soon she is no longer speaking Tagalog, or English or anything intelligible. Imee is out there somewhere. She is talking in tongues and thrashing about. If I thought her pussy was tight, her ass is squeezing me for all its worth. I am ramming her hard. She is begging for my cum again, but this time I don’t need any encouragement. I blow all my cum up her ass.

Once again Imee collapses. This time I don’t leave immediately. I clean up there. For a good long time we kiss and fondle before I return home.

§ § §

Not your father’s retirement

Did you get the rent?

No, not all of it. She doesn’t have it. I told her I would give her up to seven days to get the rest or she would get kicked out. I told her that this would be the very last time she could be late. She said she would try to have the balance tomorrow. We will see.

OK. You OK doing this?

I guess so. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but this is our ‘retirement’ income. We can’t have the apartments turning into a homeless shelter… which is pretty much what I told that woman today.

Good. Inday says she doesn’t want to collect the rents. Some of them are not nice to her and she not handle it good. I will tell her you will do it.

Oh, OK, I thought this was a one-off, but what the heck, I am retired with nothing else to do! I might as well be useful.

It is as easy as that. I don’t have a lot to do and there aren’t that many apartments. Most folks are ready with the rent payment every month anyway, so it won’t take all that much time. Plus I can tap Imee’s sweet pussy on a regular basis without causing any ripples. I am of course still getting sexual comfort from Maricar. But as any married man will tell you, after a few years, wives put you on short rations. They still love you, they just seem to think you don’t need as much as you did when the two of you were dating. They are without a doubt wrong, but you can never explain that to them. It’s just life.

That Friday night is just one of those nights, like most of these days. We have had a good day. We are both happy and OK with each other, but when night comes, all my dearest wants to do is crawl under the sheets. I would have been more than happy to get some tonight but it is not to be.

Tomorrow I will see my Imee. I sure hope she has the money by the seventh day!

§ § §

It is Saturday morning. After breakfast, Maricar is going to visit relatives; I take a pass. She is out the door by 7AM and will be back by suppertime. I go to my office and write more of this down. Is it any good? Who knows, besides, it is too early. Best to wait and see how this all turns out. Still it is exciting recording this, not knowing the outcome.

At 10AM I leave the house for my trip to 3F and Imee. When I get to her door, I am surprised by the cute fourteen year old girl who greets me upon my knock. She looks neither surprised, nor is she ill at ease. I am ushered into the apartment and simply brought to her mother, whereupon the girl excuses herself and taking her brother by the hand, exits the apartment. Imee and I are alone.

I have something for you Lawrence.

And indeed she does as she hands over ₱4,500. That pays the rent fully. I wonder how things will progress, now that she has paid. I don’t have to wait long. As soon as the cash is in my wallet, Imee grabs my hand and pulls me to the bedroom. The female is giggling. See now I have you forever.

I am feeling the need to pour a little cold water on this parade. I enjoy her pussy, but she needs to remember that it is conditional. If she is late again, everything changes.

That is only if you continue to be on time with the rent!

Please don’t scare me. I will be good to you Lawrence.

I am sure you will Imee, but I am already married and this apartment is my income. Do you understand?

Imee does not answer. Instead she is pulling my briefs down and getting access to my member. Her warm lips and hot breath surround my dick and the warm wet saliva coats my growing manhood. I groan. Damn this is addictive. It’s been a long time since Maricar gave me head. In just twenty-four hours, Imee is becoming proficient at the thing. Still connected mouth to dick, she maneuvers me to the bed and pushes me down onto it. She is on the bed, kneeling by the side on me. I grab her knee, pulling her over until the outside of her knee is by my head. Imee is still giving me head, as I slide my head between her legs. Grabbing her ass, I pull her down until my tongue can reach her clit.

As my tongue swipes her clit, she squeals and pushes her pussy right into my face. I have never actually been a real fan of the 69 position, but if there ever was a time to do it, this is it. Imee’s pussy has no flavor other than of soap. Since there is no hair, there is nothing in the way. I am pumping my dick up into her mouth harder and harder. And then my nuts will not wait any more. I blow my load into her mouth and towards her throat. She swallows over and over. I never see a drop of cum. It might not be a good money shot, but it works fine for me.

We rest in bed a bit before Imee has my dick resurrected. This time she mounts me as she did yesterday and has serious look on her face.

Lawrence, you have children with your wife?

Now understand that my dick is being pounded on by Imee’s pussy for some time as she asks this question.

No, we have no children together.

You want children?

Yes but we can’t have them for some reason.

I will give you children.

That is not what I want to hear… or so I tell myself as my cum paints her pussy.

§ § §

I am back at my desk now, writing all this down as I go. Where is this taking me? I decide to back away from Imee a bit. Things are getting too intense there and far too soon.

Sunday Maricar and I are visiting friends in Tupi. One of the truly nice things about this retirement is that I was able to bring my H2 Hummer here, though it did require a bribe with customs. There are very few H2’s here, as importing them, legally, is prohibitively expensive. Pacquiao has a couple and he lives around here, part of the time, but not many others have them. Driving down the street in one, you get a lot of courtesy from other drivers.

When visiting a couple like this one in Tupi, where the guy is an expat from the USA and the female is a Filipina, as soon as we get there, Maricar and I split up. I will spend the day with the guy and she will spend the day with her girlfriend. We will regroup for a meal and then split again. It just seems to be the way it is. When we head home, we will have heard the same story told from two vastly different viewpoints.

I can only assume that we give as much enjoyment and entertainment to our friends as they give us.

§ § §

I have been seeing Imee once every three or four days for the last two weeks, or to be more specific, I have been back to her apartment seven times. Each time I get to fuck her… so in the last fourteen days I have fucked her seven times. In the same timeframe, I have fucked my wife once. I could have Imee far more. Only caution holds me back.

Today is the day rent is due for all who did not pay on the very first of the month. The actual date the rent is due is the first day of the month. But we give them seven extra days in case they need it. Half pay us on the very first day, another quarter dribbles in over the next four days. And then there is the last quarter that waits until the very last moment. That leaves seven apartments from which I need to collect. One of them is Imee. Does she have it? Is she simply waiting so that she can bed me again?

When I come to Imee’s door, her daughter answers it. Imee has a whole apartment filled with family and friends. She looks sad as she hands the money over to me, at the door. She says something about bad timing. Imee asks me to come back in an hour when they are gone. Bad for her but it’s OK for me. I go about collecting from the other six apartments. The next four are a little surprised to see a white guy collecting the rent, but there is no problem, even from the apartment that gave my sister-in-law such grief last month. I gather giving me backtalk isn’t considered smart.

The fifth apartment I go to is 4B. This one proves to be a little difficult. A pretty teenage girl answers the door. I ask for the mother or father but neither are there and are not expected back for two days. They have not left money for the rent. I will have to return another day.

The last two apartments pay as if there never was a problem, they just don’t like parting with their pesos until they have to do so.

I walk down to Inday’s apartment and check with her about the folks in 4B. She tells me that they are chronically late and have been difficult to work with. The mother is a ‘bruha’, which translates as witch, but has a tint of bitch to it as well. So it is not a witch in the nature of the Salem Witch Trials, but rather a very unpleasant person. The father is rarely around and rumor has it, he is shacking up elsewhere most of the time. Inday likes the girl, and feels sorry for her, but the mom is a real piece of work. I spend a good two hours with her, going over how the others have been paying in the past.

I take my leave of Inday who is on the second floor and climb the stairs back to Imee’s apartment. My best guess is that there will still be a room full of folks. When the door opens and I see them all, I am not surprised. I just smile and tell her, I will be back another day.

§ § §

Two days later, I am back at 4B. The mother answers. Does she have the rent? She does not. This is not good.

When will you have it?

I do not know. When my husband returns he will have it.

When will he return?

I do not know.

Do you understand that I have to evict you if you can’t pay today?

Please we will pay when my husband returns.

Madam, you are already late. Rent was due ten days ago. We give you seven days beyond that. This cannot be.

At this point I am neither amused nor interested in playing along. When she offers herself up, as had Imee. I turn her down flat.

Madam I will not touch another man’s wife. Your offer is unacceptable. You will have to leave.

She is panicking, but I am not interested in her. She is not pretty. She is married, albeit to a husband who is fucking who knows what! I really have no interest in fucking another man’s wife, anyway, but I sure as shit am not touching this one.

Then take my daughter! She isn’t married and she is very pretty.

No, as soon as touch her, you will call the police.

I won’t! I swear!

I am sorry but I cannot take your word on such a thing.

I will do anything you say to prove it to you.

Madam, there are two problems, the one I have described with you and the other is that we do not know if your daughter would agree.

The woman calls her daughter over and in rapid-fire Cebuano – which I cannot follow – ascertains that the girl will agree. I know that because following the Cebuano, the girl speaking in better Tagalog than her mother speaks and informs me that she is willing to have sex with me if I do not evict them.

I tell the mother that if she and her daughter undress, and she holds a cardboard sign up saying ‘Fuck my daughter please,’ next to them for a photograph, I will accept. The woman does not like this one bit. I shrug and tell them to get their stuff out of the apartment. More rapid-fire Cebuano erupts followed by a hurried ‘OK we do it’ in Tagalog.

Before you do it, here are the rules. I pay you nothing for sex with your daughter. All you are getting is seven more days this month to pay the rent. I will have access to your daughter for sex whenever I want for as long as you stay in one of my apartments. You must never tell your husband about this arrangement. The next time you are late with your rent you will be evicted anyway. If you agree to this, then I will take the photo of the two of you as I described. If you do not agree, then you really must leave.

They agree and hurriedly get a sign made. My phone has a camera and it works just fine. In ten minutes, I have the picture, which would get the mother into deep trouble with the police if it came out. She knows this and begs me never to show it to anyone. I tell her that so long as she never complains about my access to her daughter, she has nothing to worry about.

It is actually a cute photo. Too bad no one will see it. I tell the mother to go away for a couple of hours while her daughter and I get friendly. The woman is gone in a flash.

I am now alone with a very pretty and completely naked fifteen year-old girl. This retirement is getting more interesting all the time. Ah, but you want to know what she looks like. Do you want to know her name?

Her name is Ikay (pronounced EE-KI) and she is a cutie. I have nothing negative to say about this 39kilo 148cm black haired, black eyed lovely. To my aging eyes she is the essence of youthful, beautiful, sexuality. I have never in my life ever touched any female so young or lovely as is Ikay.

Now before I go further and before anyone thinks otherwise, Maricar is exquisite. Her beauty is obvious to all. She is a fantastic cook, smart as a whip and my very best friend. I will never pass up a chance to be in her pussy. Never. It is also true, as I have previously said, that those chances are not as frequent as they used to be. Regardless, Maricar is my one and only wife and there will be no other as far as that goes… It is also true that even if Maricar had provided me more in bed, I am not at all sure I would have passed up these other females.

Maybe it’s a flaw, maybe it’s nature, maybe it is just the way men are. I don’t know and there is no point in guessing.

For whatever reason, I am eying Ikay with real anticipation. If it isn’t obvious to the girl, it sure should be.

I tell her to take me to where she sleeps. She takes me to a portion of the hardwood floor.

You sleep here?

Yes Sir.

Where do your mother and father sleep?

She shows me a slab of foam against a wall. I am too damned old for this type of shit.

Where do you eat?

She points to a table. I lift her up onto the table, grab a chair for myself, slide between her legs, which I spread and decide to find out what a fifteen-year-old virgin tastes like. I hunch down a bit. Her young thighs are snuggly against my ears. My nose breathes the aroma of her lower body. It is an aroma of sex but sweet with floral notes. An admixture, it triggers a hunger in me for the girl. It is an honest scent, emanating from this sweet girl. I taste her. The first taste as it comes to me is wonderment. She tastes great. It is as if her body was custom made to hit all my pleasure centers. I have never tasted anything like this. And, to add to the happy wonders of the day, this young girl is really getting off on my ministrations. She is urging me on. I finger her clit as I eat the girl out flicking her clit with my tongue and sucking the clit into my month on occasion.

She is holding on to the back of my head as I do her. She wraps her legs around my head, her calves sitting on my shoulders, her ankles crossed. She hunches her pelvic bone forward into my mouth as I continue. Her skin is like a baby’s, so soft, so smooth. Her pussy is leaking juices. I reach up and find her nipples are hard as rocks. Her pussy is intoxicating to my senses. She’s whimpering, gasping, growling, and then screaming ‘Yes!’ I continue to do her as she bucks into me, smashing my face into her pubic bone. This is no passive, ‘take one for the team;’ this is my partner in crime, my companion for the journey.

This table, on which her family eats, is a little wobbly but I think it will hold. Her juices are all over the tabletop. It will smell of sex the next time they sit down to eat. Will it excite their senses as it does mine? Will they recognize exactly whose scent it is?

Her clit is now engorged. It is not hiding behind a hood. It wants attention. I am giving it all I can. She cums again, screaming to God for all she is worth. I continue doing her. Lifting up her thighs from their position on my shoulders, I reposition Ikay a little and allow my tongue to venture behind her pussy, halfway to her rosebud. I lick up from there, all the way back to her clit. She goes nuts. I do it again. She leans back on the table. Her elbows behind her, and on the table, putting her torso on a forty-five degree angle to the tabletop. I reposition her again just a bit and this time my tongue swipes from her rosebud all the way to her clit. Her whole body is quivering. I repeat. And again. Her ass comes clear up in the air and down to the tabletop – her legs shoot out as her body spasms in a large orgasm.

It’s time to stop. She is exhausted and I sense she is getting a little raw down there. She is gasping for breath. I stay there for a bit, kissing her belly until her breathing returns to normal. Even her belly is the stuff of sexual fantasies. It is perfectly flat, perfectly smooth… perfect.

I have a raging hard-on as I stand up and kiss her in a way that she tastes her own pussy juices. She licks my face clean between the kisses. Hard-on notwithstanding, I am not going to take her cherry today. I want to do that in my bed. It is risky, but that is what I want. I will think about a plausible cover to enable me to have Ikay in my house on regular basis.

I tell Ikay that she is a very good girl and that I am happy with her. She did good. She asks me if what I say is true, as I didn’t fuck her. I tell her the truth, that she is so special to me that I want the taking of her virginity to be more special than doing it on a bare floor. We both deserve better than that. I tell her it will happen soon. Ikay smiles, Sir Lawrence, will it feel as good as what happened today?

I tell her, It will feel even better.

Then I can’t wait Sir.

As I leave 4B, I still have a raging hard-on. I walk down to 3F.

On my Doctor’s advice, I am staying active

Imee does not open the door, her daughter does.

Where is your mother, Ate?[3]

She had to leave for the day. She is with my Aunts.

Where is your brother?

Mother took him with her.

Why are you here and not with your mother.

She said I should stay in case you came back.

Did she say why that was important?

She said she promised you that she would be here for you. She cannot be here, so I am to be here for you instead. She says it is very important that we not break our promises to you.

Do you know what your mother does for me?

She is your bed partner, Sir Lawrence.

Exactly, how old are your Ate?

I am fourteen and four months, Sir.

Are you a virgin Ate?

Of course! How could it not be?

Do you understand that if you do for me, what your mother does for me, you will no longer be a virgin?

Yes, Sir.

Man… I still have a hard-on and the current situation isn’t helping relieve that matter. Am I really going to have this girl too?

Ate, have you ever kissed a boy?

I have kissed my cousins.

Well maybe this will work, maybe not. Either way, you have done nothing wrong.

Huh?

Ate, let us see. We will go to your mother’s bedroom.

I follow the girl into the apartment, kicking off my sandals, closing and locking the door behind me. The girl is wearing slippers, (flip-flops,) orange short shorts, and a red short-sleeve top that has some advertising on it for a bistro in Seattle. Like most Filipinas, her hair is black, straight, without bangs, parted in the middle. She is probably less than 37kilo and under 145cm in height. I do not know yet if those are her real breasts I am looking at or if she has a padded uplift bra. Her mother has larger breasts than does Maricar, so it is possible that the girl does as well.  My bet is on the bra. But in many ways, she looks just like her mother with a cuter face, and that is not a bad thing.

As horny as I am, I decide to play around a little.

Ate, go find a nice pair of your mothers high heels and get rid of those slippers.

Within a minute, the slippers are gone to be replaced with a pair of heels. The heels are not as high as I would have liked, being probably two and a half inches, but this is the girl’s interpretation of my instructions. I choose not to quibble over the height of the heels.

Ate, take your top off and then turn slowly around for me.

She does as requested. Clearly, there is some breast development, but just how much, the black bra continues to hide. What I now see of her form, is pleasing. There are many similarities between this girl and Ikay upstairs. It occurs to me that I may be one of the luckiest SOB’s on the planet.

Remove your shorts, and then turn slowly around for me again, Ate.

Her shorts are unfastened and unzipped before dropping to the floor. The girl steps out of them, bends over at the waist and picks them up before tossing them to the side of the room.

She is now in black bra, red hip hugger panties and red heels as she turns ever so slowly around. There is not an ounce on her that does not belong there. Oh, if God, and time, would fix women to look like this, for a good fifty years! That would be heaven.

Remove your bra, and then turn slowly all around for me again, Ate.

Go figure, those are true B cups on the girl. They are larger than are her mothers. They stand firm and well formed mounds with modest sized areoles and dark brown nipples that are standing out a good three quarters of an inch. Her rib cage is small against the breast development. She is incredible to look at.

Remove your panties, and then turn slowly around for me again, Ate.

Her small ass and smooth hairless pussy are exquisite. I want to pair her with Ikay upstairs. If this one will give me her cherry – the thought of having both girls together is intoxicating. This girl’s shape is without need of a single alteration or adjustment, as is Ikay’s.

I still don’t know if she is ready for real sex. Showing me a body and breaking her cherry are two different universes. Will she go that far? I will not force her. Being told to take her mom’s place is one thing, fully doing it is quite another.

I am sitting on her mother’s bed. I stand up. Undress me Ate. Let’s see if she will be able to do that.

I am barefoot. She approaches a little hesitantly. She is naked and on heels. Now she is very close to me as she reaches up to unfasten the buttons on my shirt. She removes my shirt. I have a lot of chest hair, which she is now looking at. Her hand reaches to touch the hair. She runs her fingers up over my chest as the hair slides between them. She giggles and says she likes my chest.

Squatting down, she moves to the belt on my shorts. It is a military style thing. She lifts the edge of the buckle releasing the teeth gripping the belt and it is loose. The shorts have a button on top and a zipper fly. These she takes care of in rapid succession. And she attempts to pull the shorts and briefs down in one motion but my member is rampant and requires her to slide her hand in and hold my cock away from the briefs. As I step out of the briefs, I am naked and the hand she had held my cock with is still wrapped around old glory.

She looks at me from her squatting position, cock in hand, Does it hurt when it gets this way?

I smile, Not hurt exactly, but it definitely wants attention.

What should I do now?

Climb up on your mother’s bed, your head on the pillow and looking up at me.

She does as asked and I climb onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs. I will take two teen pussies in one day. How outrageous is that? Just 30 minutes before, I had my youngest sexual conquest in my entire life. Now that record will be eclipsed. Never, never in my life did I expect to bed a fourteen year old. Now I place my mouth on the inside of this girls thighs and I kiss providence. She shivers a little as I move up to her pussy and spread her labia. I inspect truly virgin territory, where no man has gone before. I have never been with a virgin before today and had the privilege of eating her out. Ikay I will save for later, for the lack of a good bed. Here I have a bed and this cherry I will take today.

I put my nose down, right to her spread labia and draw in the aroma. No floral scent here, but like her mother clean and a hint of soap. My mouth meets her pussy as I gently introduce the girl to the sweet simple joys of her sex, before spearing her through and through. Going slowly I relax her. She is feeling things she has never felt before. I compliment her on how pretty, how sexy and how wonderful she is. I mention how she is responding perfectly. I play with her breasts as I lick her cunt, and gently, oh so carefully suck on her clit. She is getting worked up, urging me on. I get more strenuous with her breasts. I suck harder on her clit. She is humping and grabbing my head. My hands are now on her ass checks. I pull them gently apart as I eat her pussy out. Repositioning my hands into her ass crack, I slick my index finger into her ass as I suck her clit. Bingo! She gushes out her pussy. My face is soaked as are her thighs. She just about bounces me off the bed. It’s time to pluck her cherry.

I slide up on her, placing my cock on the entrance to her maidenhead.

Ate, this is going to hurt this time, but once I take your hymen, it will never hurt again. Are you ready.

Yes Sir, Yes please, I am ready!

Juicy as she is, she’s also tighter than all get out. I have her juices all over me and I am not getting inside. She is grimacing. This is not going well. I remember the Vaseline. Imee is keeping it in the nightstand drawer. I reach over and retrieve it. Slathering it on my member, I reposition and push. In an instant, I am through. I feel both the warmth of her pussy on my glans, and the tightness of the channel.

I stop and wait for this young one to deal with what she is feeling. It had been a shock, but the shock is over. I promise her that as I slide a little in and then a little back. She’s OK, I go a little further in, and a little back. The next time I plunge all the way, spearing the girl on my manhood. She gasps.

Oh God!

You OK.

Yes. Yes! Go ahead!

I start a steady motion. She meets me and finds the rhythm. Regular and easy, we find a slow easy fuck to enjoy. She’s laughing.

Why is this so wrong? It’s great! I want to do this all the time! Ugh… harder please. Push in harder! Yes! That’s it. Harder! Ugh. Harder, faster! Please Sir, harder!

And I give her as hard as I can. She still wants more. Vaginally there is no more I can really deliver, but I am not touching her ass; now’s the time to invade there as well. We had been in missionary position. I swing her legs over my shoulders plunging my dick into her cunt while her ass remains a bit in the air. I place a hand on her crack and using the Vaseline still remnant on my fingers, I invade her asshole while boning her as hard as I can.

Yes! YES! YES! Fuck me! YES! Oh..OH..OH Shit!!!!

And she cums in a gusher. The bed is soaked, I am soaked. It rolls back in her ass and down/up her backbone.

My fingers are still in her ass and I am still pounding away. She is cumming and cumming. All of a sudden she looks up, with big eyes.

Mommy?

And I explode cum inside the girl. Her head snaps back and she cums and gushes one more time.

Then silence.

From behind me, Lawrence! We are yours forever now!

§ § §

I am back in my office writing this down. My life has gone fucking nuts. And the weirdest thing is the more I am getting laid, the more I am demanding it of Maricar. She is confused, both flattered and put off by my insistence that two or three times a month is not nearly enough. I tell her I want it every damned day. She loves me but she tells me to ‘behave myself.’ I tell her I have no intention of ‘behaving myself.’ I wouldn’t say things are tense, but they are weird.

Also weird is how Ikay is being accepted in to household. We have good Internet service in the house. I told Maricar that Ikay was a bright girl whose parents were less than supportive, and she needs Internet access, to study for the Upcat, the entrance exam tests to get into U.P., (the University of the Philippines). Upon hearing that, Maricar immediately insists I give her access to our Internet. Today I will tell Ikay that she is welcome to come over.

§ § §

I decide to leave a message with her mother, as Ikay is at school. I tell the Mom that Ikay is to come over here, still in her school uniform, when she gets home. Her mother knows that to disobey me will mean eviction and does not argue. She looks up at me briefly, without saying a damned thing, hands me the rent money, and then says, Ikay said you were good to her and made her feel good. I think you are a bad man. She tells me I am wrong but I am right. Please do not hurt my daughter. I know you have her. Please don’t hurt her. I don’t answer her.

Three hours later, Ikay has come to our door. Liezel lets her in and sends her up to my office and to me. Maricar is out of the house this afternoon collecting interest payments from those to whom we have loaned money. She will sit and visit with each of them. It is only polite. Then she will spend the night at her mother’s house. She will return tomorrow night.

I have not seen Ikay in her uniform before. Her green scotch-plaid pleated skirt comes down mid-calf. The white shirt with the Peter Pan collar is starched, ironed and still looks stiff. She removed her white ankle high cotton socks and black leather shoes, with almost no heals, at the door when she came into the house. As I have previously instructed Liezel, she gave Ikay some slippers to wear. Ikay looks like the quintessential schoolgirl of any man’s fantasy. She is mine, and she is standing at my home/office door.

We are upstairs. Liezel is downstairs and will not be coming up. I walk Ikay across the hall to the master bedroom closing the office door as we leave it. Once she is inside the bedroom, I close that door.

I hand Ikay two hangers and tell her to hang her clothing on the hangers and place the rest on the chair in the corner before undressing me. I stand and watch as each article of clothing is carefully handled, hung or folded and placed safely away for now. The first to be removed is the pleated plaid skirt. It is placed on a hanger with serious attention to the pleats. The tails of the shirt still hide much but her lovely legs are in display. Next comes the starched and pressed shirt. As it is placed on the hanger, you would swear it had yet to be worn. Now Ikay is in panties and bra. These she removes, folds and places on the chair. Ikay stands before me completely naked and incredibly beautiful.

Turn around slowly, please.

She does. My God, I am one lucky fuck.

Come remove my clothing.

Here in my own bedroom, fifteen-year-old Ikay pads over to me. She removes my belt, shorts, shirt and briefs. My cock is already hard. Ikay reaches out and gently holds it. Will you put this inside me today, Sir?

Yes, Ikay, today I will take your virginity. Are you ready for that?

Yes Sir, I am ready.

I am also ready. I had placed a tube of KY jelly on my nightstand and a large old towel by the bed. Let her blood hit that, for she will bleed today. Now I spread the towel over the bed and place the girl on the towel. Finally, I join her on the bed. I have no meaningful time restraints. After Liezel makes my supper, she will go out for the evening. She knows not to bother me while I am working. I have Ikay until the morning if I like.

I draw myself to the girl, keeping her on the towel. Still I am not ready to take her virginity. I taste her lips. This is something that is surprising to her. Pussy she expects, lips, not so much. Still after an initial awkward start, Ikay gets with the program. She is relaxing. She is kissing back, nibbling my ear. I lick her breasts. She tries to tickle me on my underarm, which in Tagalog is called the kili-kili, and is a favorite tickle place. I kiss her, up her backbone, from the coccyx to the base of her skull. She decides to give me a backrub, which, if not expert, is serviceable.

She rolls me over. My cock is sticking straight up. After a giggle fit, she grabs it and is a little too exuberant with her hand as she pumps the member. I slow her down and do a little teaching. She gets the hang of it, but that is not how I want to cum today. It is time to get her ready for her first time.

I move down to eat some pussy and she sighs, telling me how much she likes this. Ikay is not wet. I apply saliva but I suspect I will surely need the KY as I had used the Vaseline with sweet Jovelyn, who you know as Ate, the daughter of Imee.

I take my time today. I lick each side of Ikay’s labia before touching the inner lips; and then waiting even more, before piercing the inner lips with my tongue. Only then, do I flick the hood up and touch Ikay’s clit. The anticipation must have been intense, as the girl wails when I finally touch my tongue to that few millimeters of nerve endings.

Ikay is very worked up but she is still fairly dry. I am afraid of working over her clit too roughly before I enter her. Grabbing the KY from the nightstand, I anoint myself, and her inner lips. Ikay is looking fragile. While the hymen is about to be destroyed, she is looking a bit too fearful. I stop and move to kiss her. I hold her in my arms and just wait.

I am not going to hurt you. Yes, you will feel a little pain for a moment, but then it will be over and a lifetime of joy will follow.

I believe you, but I am scared.

If you say STOP, at any moment, I will stop and pull out.

OK Sir, I will be good, go ahead.

This is not normal, but none of this is normal. I place myself where I should be, at her tiny opening, spreading her thighs wide, and push. Blessed be KY. I pop through. Ikay gasps. Her eyes are open wide.

Sir, you are HUGE inside me!

I am only barely in an inch and I’m just not that big in real terms.

Are you OK, Ikay?

Yes Sir, but I feel stuffed.

Do you feel OK?

Yes Sir.

I move back a fraction and then a little deeper.

Oh! Oh wow!

You OK?

Yes Sir! OK!

I start a slow moment back and forth, back and forth, deeper and deeper. Ikay is not thinking about pain. Her thoughts appear to be related only to how to get the most out of every movement. Her legs are wrapped around me, as are her arms. She is chanting “yes, yes, yes…..”

I look down on my member. I see blood, on me and on the towel. I can’t tell which of these two girls, Ikay or Jovelyn, is tighter, but I am being squeezed to the maximum. Ikay is orgasming almost continually. The only reason the towel and I am not being bathed with her hot juices, that I can feel, on the end on my spear, is that things are too tight in Ikay’s cunt to allow the liquid to exit.

She is clawing my back as she comes. She bites my ear and then howls. My balls are tight and they can hold back no further. I deposit my load deep within her. Ikay’s eyes pop wide again. Once more her body shakes and an involuntary orgasm explodes and then subsides.

Ikay is an exhausted wreck.

Are you OK?

Am I your girlfriend now?

§ § §

The new normal

Liezel left long before Ikay and I venture downstairs for some supper. Ikay is in one of Maricar's robes. I have pulled on my shirt and shorts. The house is quiet as we sit eating the Chicken Adobo over our rice. I give Ikay a Sprite and I have a beer.

Sir, can I really come over and use the computer here?

Yes. I expect you to do that.

Even when your wife is here?

Yes, even when Maricar is here.

Huh. Does she know I am your girlfriend?

No, she doesn't.

OK. Did I do OK for you?

I try not to laugh. Honestly, how do you deal with that?

You were wonderful. I could not have hoped for anything better. Was I OK?

Sir, you are kidding me, right? You were great. I have never felt anything like that.

I am pleased. Now, you need to understand that you must not have sex with anyone else.

Why would I do that? I am your Girlfriend.

You are one of my girlfriends, Ikay. Each of you can only be with me. Do you understand?

Yes Sir. Are there other girls like me?

One. I think you will like her.

Really? You want me to meet her?

Yes, I want to see if the two of you can become friends.

Does she live close to here?

She lives in the floor below you.

Wow! WOW! When can I meet her?

I don't know. I need to talk with her about you first. Then the two of you can meet.

Do you like her better than me?

No! Never. You are not in a competition!

Ah, OK. So you will not chose one and say goodbye to the other?

Never.

OK good. Why you have two of us? What is wrong with your wife?

There is nothing wrong with my wife. Why do you women always think it's a competition and only one of you can win?

Because that is what God wants.

I see. You have spoken directly to God?

Why do you ask such a mean question? You know it's a sin what we do. Why are you not happy with your wife?

I love my wife, dearly. What we are doing is not a sin to me. I do not care if you think it is a sin. Are you going to tell me 'no'? Tell me now!

No Sir. I will not tell you 'no.' It is a sin, but I like it. I like you. I just do not understand. It is confusing.

There is much you do not understand and there will be more that is very confusing. You have been brought up to believe many things to be true and some of these things are not true. There is a lot you will learn and there is much you may need to unlearn. For now, don't try to figure anything out. Just pay attention to what is happening around you and to you. OK?

Yes, OK Sir.

It's late. Do you want me to fuck you again, or do you want to go home.

Haha... I will beat you - I will be in bed first!

§ § §

Ikay goes home three hours later that night. I clean up the bloody towel before I go to bed alone. If Ikay is confused, I cannot help it. It is confusing even for me as I work my way through it. I want these females, but have no way to justify it, even to myself. My marriage to Maricar is sound but is no longer based on sex in any way. I wish it was. There is no option in marriages, as they become more platonic, to bring in a relief pitcher or a designated hitter. No you are supposed to play with the card you had at the start, no substitutions; certainly not three hitters at one time! Yet, that is what is going on and I am having a ball.

Surely, Maricar will learn about all this soon enough. What happens then? How long can I keep this going?

§ § §

I have Ikay in the house just about every day and I get to bed her about half of the times. The other times, Maricar is here and so there is no practical way.

Ikay has not complained about this, and seems happy with the arrangement. She is asking about ‘the girl on the third floor,’ but she doesn’t know who it is. I don’t have a good excuse to bring Jovelyn in to the house, and so I have not brought the two together yet. I am seeing both Jovelyn and Imee every few days, but I can’t exactly traipse over there every day. Imee is wanting me to be with her more, but I see no way to do that.

Maricar has no clue yet and I am not sure the roof isn’t going to cave in on me, but I don’t want to stop.

§ § §

Lawrence, Liezel wants to go to Cebu to stay with our Aunt.

I suspect that Liezel's real motivation is to get away from the majority of her family in Gensan and spread her wings, more than they are allowing her. Though she is an adult, there is something childlike, and not in a good way, about Liezel's choices when it comes to with whom she chooses to make friends. Still, I can't say I am sorry to see her go. Maricar's feelings on the matter are unknown to me. She has just presented the information in a 'matter or fact' way that conveys nothing else.

Well she has been functioning as a maid. Do we get a maid now or do without one?

Doing without will be harder on Maricar than it will be me as I am not expected to do the laundry here or cook Filipino meals. Maricar is loving the ability to see old friends with whom she had only had limited contact for the last eight years we as had primarily lived in the USA. Taking care of the house will tie her down more. While it will have an impact of my fucking Ikay upstairs, it isn't something that really bothers me much. Ikay has been upstairs almost every day for the last two months. If you total up the number of times I have fucked her or she has given me head in these 60 days, it far exceeds that which I have had for the last three years from Maricar. The last time Maricar gave me head was six years ago. I suspect I will still have opportunities going forward no matter what happens, maid or no maid.

I love Maricar and if she was here more... maybe we would fuck more; catch a noontime delight! Hey, a guy can hope.

Liezel said that there is a woman in the apartments who would be a good maid for us.

Really? For the life of me, I have no idea who that might be. Who the hell is Liezel talking to over there? They are all employed from what I know and there are no single women without children.

Liezel will tell the woman to come over, this weekend. Evidently, she has a job, but she thinks is going to get laid off next month.

Well that explains a little.  I know they are all employed. Still, none of them are single and without children.

Oh yes, Liezel did say the woman has children, but I don't think that is a huge problem, But it is one of the things I need to check on when I interview her.

Well while you are considering this woman, please make sure we like her cooking before you offer the position. Also maybe you should look at her apartment - and see if she keeps her place as clean as you want this place to be.

I see you thinking with your belly! You didn't ask what she looks like, or if she is nice and respectful, only if she can cook! Yes, Lawrence, I will make sure she can cook. As to cleaning, you are right and make a good point. I will visit her place and just drop in and take a look, before she comes here on Saturday.

Good plan.

So who is it? Huh, I have no clue. It clearly sounds like Liezel is highly motivated to get gone. I have no idea if that is good or bad for us. It seems I will have to wait until Saturday.

§ § §

And wait I do. Maricar's 'home visit' gets mentioned only in passing, without a name attached, and that is Saturday morning when I ask if the interview is still going to occur or did the home visit kill the deal. Maricar says it went fine.

§ § §

It has been two years since we arrived in Manila with my newly issued immigrant Visa. I'm not saying I don't miss a few things back in the States, but things are going well for us. Financially, we are doing very well. Our local loans are netting us better that ₱600,000 a year. And that's ₱50,000 a month. The apartments are grossing ₱1.5+M a year, or ₱126,000 a month. Out of that we have ₱60,000 in expenses, leaving ₱66,000 net. Combining the two gives us ₱116,000/mo which is damned close to $3K a month. I won't file for SSA for three more years. If we don't do anything else, at that point we will have over $4K a month to live on, which, in the Philippines, is a shitload of money.

The average family lives on ₱10K to ₱15K a month. We will have ₱160K a month at that point, probably more as we are increasing on the number of loans we are making. In truth, our monthly spend is about ₱45K to ₱60K these days. The rest is used for the new loans. We could afford two or three maids if we wanted them. Of course, my old buddies back in the States think I'm full of shit when I tell them how good things are. They think I'm full of it, and I haven't even told them about all the pussy I am getting.

§ § §

I want to see Imee but I don't want to miss who Maricar will interview, so I am hanging around the house. That's not such a bad deal. Ikay is upstairs on a computer. Maybe I will see how she's doing in a little bit.

§ § §

I must have been distracted. Maricar is in the dirty kitchen talking to someone. It isn't Liezel, as she is busy waxing the floor in the Sala. I get up to pour a glass of water when the door from the dirty kitchen opens and Maricar walks in followed by Imee!

Lawrence, I am sure you know Imee.

Yes, of course. Nice to see you Imee.

Good afternoon Sir Lawrence.

I have invited Imee's daughter, Jovelyn, to have supper with us. Imee will cook for us. Liezel will go see friends tonight. I told Imee what your favorite dishes are and am giving her money to purchase whatever ingredients she needs to make the dish.

Great. That's perfect. Imee, don't you have a son too?

Yes Sir, but he will stay with friends tonight.

Lawrence, I showed Imee the maid's quarters. She thinks that the three of them will be very comfortable there. I suspect she is right.

I see. Well, I will leave it to the two of you to figure things out. Have you shown Imee the house yet?

No, I haven't. You can show her the second floor. I will talk to Liezel and get the money. Don't take too long. Imee still needs to go shopping and cook a supper.

I smile, Yes, ma'am. Imee, come with me. We walk up the stairs. There are three bedrooms, two bathrooms and my office on this floor. I quickly show Imee the two spare bedrooms and the hall bathroom. I then take Imee to the master bedroom. I lead the way and she follows, closing the door behind her. Before I can say anything meaningful, she is in my arms.

See? I told you I am yours forever. And she kisses me in a way that I rarely get from Maricar these days.

I see. Imee you need to be more careful. There will be many good opportunities, but for now you need to open the door. She does. I then beckon her back into the master bathroom door where I am standing. I just want you to see that this bathroom is here. We are out of the site line from the hall now, and I bring Imee in for another kiss.

You are happy Sir Lawrence?

I will be if you are a good cook Imee.

You will see. I will make your belly happy too.

I hope so. Now before I take you into my office, you need to understand something. You and Jovelyn are both my girlfriends and that is real. But, I have a third girlfriend. Her name is Ikay and she... Imee interrupting... From upstairs Lawrence? Is she the pretty one from upstairs?

Yes.

OK, I thought so. I see her come here almost every day and I say to Jovelyn that you have another girl. Does Maricar know?

No.

Ah, OK. I will be careful and tell Jovelyn to be careful.

She is in the office right now, so you will walk in first. I will walk in, and kiss her, and then kiss you. OK? I will then explain to her. She already knows there is someone else. She just does not know who. But we must be quick. Maricar will be waiting downstairs.

Yes! Yes of course!

I have always wanted to get these three (Imee, Jovelyn and Ikay) together, but this was not how I had envisioned it. Still it needs to be done and done quickly.

Imee opens the door to my office. Ikay looks up, I guess in anticipation of seeing me. Her expression changes as Imee walks through the door. I am in the dark hallway, and she doesn't see me. Imee says hello to Ikay who returns the greeting just as I walk in and go directly to Ikay. She is sitting down. I take her left hand, raise her up, pulling her into my arms and kiss her. She kisses me back just as fervently as I started the kiss. When done, I motion for Imee to come over and while still holding Ikay in one arm, I kiss Imee as fervently as I kissed Ikay.

Ikay, meet Imee, Imee meet Ikay. Both of you are mine and have been for months. You are both going to be together in this house. Be good to me by being good to each other and keep each other's secrets from Maricar. Do you understand?

I thought the other one was my age. But I will be good to Imee. I promise Lawrence.

There is one more. It is Imee's daughter, Jovelyn, and the same goes for her. OK?

OK Lawrence. Why will they be here a lot?

I think my wife will hire Imee as our maid. She will live here.

Ah, I see. OK so this is good. If Madam goes out then there is no need to be quiet!

I have to admit, that made me laugh. Ikay, I will ask Maricar if we can add you to the supper table tonight. Imee, maybe you can take Jovelyn with you shopping and speak with her about Ikay.

And with that, I usher Imee back downstairs. As it is, Maricar is apparently just finishing a discussion with Liezel. I get a look from Maricar that is pretty easy to interpret. She wants to know what I think. I smile and say, I sure hope supper is good, and leave it at that. Maricar indicates agreement, finishes off one last sentence with Liezel and turns to Imee.

Here is some money. Please take a tricycle. We will eat at seven and you need to have supper on the table by that time. Lawrence will want beer with his supper. Please make sure there are two bottles of San Miguel Pale Pilsen for him. Any questions?

No Ate, I understand.

And with that and a few parting words, Imee left.

What do you think?

Well she was the one I had to collect the rent from the first time. She seems nice and I like her. We don't know how good a cook she is. I think she kept her apartment clean, how did you find it?

Yes, she is a good housekeeper. We will see about the cooking. You like her?

Now, that is a loaded question. Of course I like her, I'm fucking her and her daughter. Yes, I like her.

Good.

§ § §

Supper is really good. It is different from Maricar's good cooking, but there is nothing wrong with being different. Jovelyn joins us for the meal. She is having a hard time not staring at Maricar and Ikay. I do my best to ignore it all.

My wife is seemingly pleased with herself as she asks, Jovelyn, would you like to live here?

Yes Ma'am.

Lawrence, do you agree with me that this was a fine meal?

I am laughing, Yes, yes... Imee you cook very well.

Then it is done. Liezel, when you move out, Imee will move in.

§ § §

I am back in my office. Fifteen minutes ago Ikay went home at the same time Imee and Jovelyn left. They walked back to the apartment together. I would love to have been a fly on the wall for the conversation on that stroll. I am writing all this down, but it is getting weirder and weirder. How does Maricar not have a clue that I am fucking these girls?  How did Imee maneuver Liezel to get Liezel out and Imee in? This is the most outrageous retirement any man has had.

A thought occurs to me. I have not been practicing birth control because I have been unable for all these years to get Maricar pregnant. I have been assuming that it was me, that I was incapable to producing viable semen. What if it has been Maricar? So far, as far as I know, there have been no pregnancies with my three new loves. What if there is or will be? I remember what Imee said to me that first day. In all likelihood I have no viable sperm, but I need to get that checked.

§ § §

Maricar? I know you always wanted to have children with me. You know I have tried with you. Maybe the something wrong with me can be made not so bad with pills. I have heard that it helps on occasion. I think I should be tested.

My sweet Lawrence. It has been so long since I gave up that hope. I assumed you did too. Have you not?

No, I guess I felt guilt about letting you down. But I am getting old and if we are to have any chance, I need to do something about it now. Is that OK?

Yes, but let us both see the doctor.

§ § §

We do see a specialist in Manila and when the results come back, it is clear that my sperm have some legs...The doctor tells us that I am not as potent as I once was, but I do have swimmers. If my wife was able to have children, some pills that he can prescribe might result in a pregnancy.  Maricar on the other hand has a problem. It is unlikely she will ever bear children. My dear wife is devastated. I am sad, but my role at the moment is to console my wife. She is not to blame for what God gives her and I tell her that I love her as much today as I did yesterday and that is the absolute truth. After a month or so, she seems to be coming back to life, but I can tell there is something on her mind. It doesn't seem to be a bad thing, as we are close and touching a lot more these days.

§ § §

Lawrence, I need to talk to you about Maricar.

What is it Imee?

She came to me yesterday and asked me if I would be willing to have your children! I say nothing to her about us! Did you?

No. What did you tell her about having children?

I say, you mean, you want me to have sex with your husband? She says, Yes! So I say, if I have sex with him I will love him. She says, then we will both love him. She says, if I can give you babies, she will be very happy. I tell her I will think about it.

Do you want to have my babies?

Yes but I think she will change her mind after I have them and bad things will happen to me and maybe to you. What should I tell her?

You tell her exactly that. You would agree and be happy to have my children but you are afraid of the things you just said. Also say, you don't know if I would love you back and that scares you.

OK I do that.

A family man

Ate, may I ask you about the things you asked me yesterday?

Of course, Imee. Have you decided?

No Ate, I have more questions.

Go ahead.

What if Sir Lawrence doesn't want me, or cannot love me? I am not a prostitute Ate.

Oh, Imee of course you are not a bad woman. I will talk with my husband. I will not ask you to do this if he says no. OK?

What if after I have a baby, you turn against me? I know you are asking me now, but in the Bible, Sarah turns against her own maid. I read that. You know it is true. Maybe the same will happen to us. I am afraid.

I see. Yes, you speak the truth. But I am not Sarah and God isn't going to give me any children. I promise you, it will be OK. Do you think you will be able to accept Lawrence as a lover? I do not want you to feel like a prostitute.

I think I could love him if we are like that. But you not tell him that Ate! You see if he will want me. OK?

OK. I will talk to him today.

Oh, Ate, I am scared. Please never be angry with me for this.

§ § §

What?

I want you to take Imee as your mistress so that we can have a baby.

You cannot be serious.

I am Lawrence. I am very serious.

You expect me to have a Mistress? And on top of that in the same house as you, with our maid?

Yes.

And we will be happy - all of us?

Yes.

What if I fall in love with her? It is hard to make love with someone, have a baby with her, and not love her. At least I think it would be hard.

I expect you to love her. I will be sad if you do not.

Are you leaving me Maricar? I will not accept you leaving me. We are married for life and I will not have you leaving me and breaking up this marriage.

I am not leaving Lawrence.

How can I be sure of that? You have been through a rough patch. I admit I wanted children. But I accept the fact that we can't. That is an 'us' thing, not a 'you' thing.

I promise. I have given this a lot of thought.

Well this is hypothetical. I can't believe Imee would do this.

She will.

How do you know this?

I asked her first.

And she said yes?

She says she is scared; scared that you won't love her; scared that if you do love her, I will be angry with her.

Well at least she is sane and thinking. I'm not sure I can say the same for you. Why do you think this will be OK?

Because I love you and want you to have children.

And you expect me to love two women?

Yes.

How will the sleeping arrangements work? Surely I can't treat her like a maid if she is a lover.

I had not thought of that. You are right. What would you like?

Oh no. I'm not even suggesting anything about that. That is exactly why I can see you either, getting angry, or leaving. As far as I can see, if you don't love her, then it will be a mess and I don't know how to make that happen.

You are being difficult!

No, I am being honest. You think about what I said for a while. Think about sleeping arrangements, and how quickly that can blow up on us. Think about what your relationship with Imee must be to keep it OK. Take your time. When you have an answer, I will listen. Until then, no.

§ § §

When Maricar suggested we get tested, I thought, ‘good, I will see if I need to get the others on birth control or if it isn’t an issue.’ I was not pushing for children. That was just the cover story. But there are unintended consequences in life. This may have been one of them.

Still, I haven't heard a word on the subject from Maricar since that night. For a while Imee told me she hadn't heard anything either. Lately, Imee has been avoiding me. I can't blame her. I am sure she is confused. For a little bit she thought she would become the house approved Mistress and then nothing. I am not getting as much sex with Maricar as I did before all this came up, which is a little frustrating. If it wasn't for Ikay and Jovelyn, I would be really frustrated. As it is, access to sex is not a problem.

Maricar has been gone every afternoon for the last three weeks, visiting her family and friends. Imee keeps busy cleaning the house and cooking the supper meal. Ikay has been coming here every afternoon with Jovelyn. She only leaves, to go to her parent's apartment, to sleep. When the two girls arrive, they go to my bedroom and we have 'playtime.' They have become best friends both outside and inside the bedroom. I am never with one of them alone. It is always both of them. These two teens are insatiable. Though neither are exactly as tight as the first time I entered them, both are the consummate wet dream. One thing has changed, as I have to observe a new level of personal hygiene. The girls have this new thing they have gotten into. Jovelyn gives me head with a real strong sucking sensation, while the Ikay reams my asshole with her tongue. All the while Jovelyn's cunt is in my face and Ikay is finger fucking Jovelyn's ass. Exactly how the girls came up with this I have no clue. But the first round always gets Jovelyn and me off in a big way. For the second round Ikay has gotten to insisting I fuck her ass. There is nothing in the world tighter than that girl's ass. Just about every day I leave a deposit there.

On the weekends, I also find time to get into their pussies individually. And so even without Imee and Maricar as bed partners, I am doing just fine.

§ § §

I continue to collect the rents in the apartment building. The word has apparently gotten out that it is a very bad thing to be late with the rent. Collections are smooth now and I have not even had a situation where anyone might have cause to offer them up. Our investments are doing well. We are now realizing close to ₱100K a month, up ₱40K from just a few months ago. I am still a ways away from getting the SSA check. Thank God I have not had cause to collect my inheritance. Based on our cash burn each month, we have an excess of ₱106K each and every month... or over ₱1.2M peso a year. Rather than make any more loans, we have purchased a new property and are commencing to build a new apartment building on it. The original apartment building we built next door has 28 units. The new one will be eventually double that number. Between the two, there will be eighty-eight units. I am concerned about management of so many units. Maricar thinks we can put one of her cousins to work there as the manager. I am not sure about that. One thing I am sure about, is that I will never have to worry about money. I am doing better now in real terms than I ever did in my life before.

§ § §

Maricar finds me in my office.

Do you remember you said when I had an answer to the issue of Imee, you would listen?

Yes. I remember. That was over a month ago.

Well it took a while for me to think through what you had said. You were right.

Right about what?

If I didn't love Imee, it could not work. We would not be able to stay together. It had all made sense in my mind until I tried to figure out the simple day-to-day things you mentioned and then I saw the same problem you and Imee saw.

So it is over? We are not going to do it?

No, it is not over. We are going to do it.

Huh? Why?

Because I love Imee.

You what?

I love Imee.

I think you had better explain this to me.

After I realized that you were right, I went to Imee. I told her that I needed to be close to her, if this was going to work. We had to get to know each other in the most basic and intimate of ways, if we were to be able to trust each other and share you. I'm not sure she understood what I meant in the beginning and I am not sure I knew exactly what needed to happen in the beginning.

How close are you two now?

Very close. I can share you, so long as you will share Imee with me.

Maricar, I am not sure I understand.

You don't have to for now. You just have to trust me when I tell you that the problem is solved.

Where will she sleep?

No the question is, where will you sleep?

Huh?

Imee will sleep with me. You will sleep with us.

So you are telling me that Imee is your lover?

I guess so. Does that bother you?

A little, but I am sure I will get over it.

§ § §

Lawrance, did Maricar talk to you yet?

Yes Imee, she did.

Are you upset with me?

Why should I be upset with you?

You told me no sex with anyone but you. I have had sex with your wife.

No, I am not upset with you. Do you enjoy sex with my wife?

It is good, but not like with you. I want to be with you. But if Maricar and I are close, then it is safe for you and me.

Yes that is true. When is this to start?

Tonight. I will join you and Maricar tonight. Tomorrow I move my things into this bedroom. From now on, I am your forever Mistress and not your maid. Is that OK Lawrence?

Yes, Imee, that's OK. Do you love me Imee?

Yes Lawrence. I love you.

But I was mean to you.

You have a funny way of being mean. You made me feel good and never hurt me. So I forgave you for being mean and decided to love you instead.

And you forgive me for taking your daughter's virginity? You must know I still fuck her every day.

I know. I think she loves you too. I will find a way to get Maricar to accept that too. You will see.

I suspect I will. You have gotten everything you said you wanted so far.

§ § §

It is evening. I chose to not cum in the girls today. I suspect that tonight will be an event. It seems like everyone in the house knows what is about to happen. Jovelyn and Ikay are alternately giggling, whispering and smiling like goofy fools. Imee and Maricar sit very close to each other at the supper table. Both are incredible solicitous towards me. I expect this from Imee, but Maricar and I have been man and wife for years now. We love each other, and respect each other, but the solicitous stuff went out the window shortly after the wedding. Now it has returned.

Tomorrow is a school day and after supper, Ikay goes home. Jovelyn says she has some studying to do and then she will go to bed. I suspect she knows that maybe as soon as tomorrow, she will move from the maid's quarters to one of the remaining bedrooms upstairs. She says nothing about that tonight as she excuses herself and disappears to those quarters.

That leaves the three of us. The women are cleaning up, cooperating. There is no maid here, just two women cleaning the dishes after dinner. It is a different reality and it is if we had just changed a channel on the TV. This is not how it was even as recently as yesterday. Yesterday, Maricar and I had a maid. Now it seems we do not. Imee is freely flirting with me in front of Maricar. Maricar is teasing me about being a big stud, asking if I am ready for the two of them.

I am hanging around them, primarily because I don't really know what to do. As they finish with the kitchen, Imee tells me to go watch some TV. They will call for me in about 30 minutes. Maricar says nothing.

I go to the sala[4] and turn on the TV, but for the life of me, I can't concentrate. I flip through the channels restlessly. I give up and go to the office and start writing all this down, trying to bring the journal up to date. But there is too much detail that needs to be dealt with and things seem to be taking forever. I find it hard to convey the real feelings that people have and struggle to find a way to do that in writing. So far I hope I have succeeded but I am not sure. I am struggling with just one of those things when Maricar opens up the office door and says, It's time Lawrence.

I save what I have, and exit the office. The bedroom is dimly lit as I enter. Imee is on the bed. Maricar is by my side.

Husband, we have decided that the first time you are with Imee, it should just be the two of you, but as soon as you two have had sex the first time, Imee will come and get me. Don't worry about me. I am happy for you and for me. I have been giving pills to Imee that I got from the Doctor to encourage pregnancy. She has been taking them for about three weeks. This is her fertile time. Let us hope it takes tonight or in the next few days! We want a baby. All of us want that my love, all of us.

Having said that, Maricar kisses me like she really means it and leaves the bedroom.

You are a wonder Imee.

You are happy Lawrence?

Yes, I am happy.

Good, come give me our baby.

Get up and undress yourself Imee. Take off that negligee.

She does. Maricar and Imee might have thought it looked sexy, and I guess it did, but I want Imee in her 'all-together.' Now undress me. And just like the very first time we were together, we are as we had been then. I lead Imee back on the bed put her on her back. Just like the first time, I will taste her before I fuck her. She tastes just like she did the very first time I had her. I take my time with her, teasing her clit, teasing her ass, pinching her nipples. She is getting worked up. I move her onto her hands and knees, taking her from behind. Her cunt is dripping; her nipples are hard. I reach under her once I have slid in and have access to both her clit and her breasts with my hand as I pump her. She is tight. Her pussy is burning hot. My dick feels like it is being baked. Imee is moaning. She is also talking, Now I am truly yours forever, my love. Fuck me good Lawrence! Give me your baby! You are mine now. Mine. Cum Lawrence, cum. Give me a baby. Give Ate a baby. Give Ikay a baby. Give us all babies. Fuck me good Lawrence! You are mine now. Mine. Cum Lawrence, cum.

I am excited and as old as I am, it is irrelevant. I can't control myself and I blow my cum deep into Imee. Imee kisses me and asks me to wait a second. She gets up, throws on a robe and leaves the bedroom. Within thirty seconds, she is back with Maricar. I am still in bed and they both climb in, one on either side of me. And then for the first time in many, many years Maricar slides down and takes me orally. I am still coated with both Imee's juices and my cum. Maricar sucks it all in. The sight and the feeling of it resurrects my dick long before I should be able to get hard again. I am in a weird mood. I grab the KY and grease myself up. I put Maricar on her hands and knees. Without giving her warning, I take my wife in her ass. She is in shock at first. And then she screams out. I have her clit between two fingers. My fingers maul her clit and I pump her ass. Maricar is no longer screaming, she is yelling, Yes, Oh God Yes. Fuck my ass. Make me your prostitute. Make me your whore. Yes. Yes! I have never and I do mean never, been in Maricar's ass before. She has never allowed it. But now for some reason, I don't care. Her ass is hot and tight and virgin. I am taking my wife's virgin ass. I tell Imee to suck Maricar's tits. In a heartbeat, Imee is sucking on breasts, I am fingering Maricar's pussy and continuing to ream her ass. I pull my fingers out of Maricar's cunt tell Imee to finger fuck Maricar. My wife is going crazy. She has never had such intense sex in her life. Imee has let loose of the tit in her mouth and is talking to Maricar, You are mine now. You are mine. I will have the babies. You will eat my cunt and be mine. Do you understand bitch?

Maricar, to my amazement answers, Yes, Imee, Yes.

Say it bitch. Say... I am your bitch, Imee. I will do what you say Imee.

Aaahhh...Oh fuck... Yes Imee. I am your bitch. I will do what you say Imee. I am yours. You have Lawrence and I am YOURS! Oh Fuuuuck. Maricar is cumming in a way I have never seen before. Her rectal muscles squeeze me so tight that I blow my load into the woman, who has been my wife for all these years. At the moment, I don't know what is going to happen.

I am spent. I roll off Maricar and lie face up on the bed. Maricar is collapsed on her belly. Imee is lying on her side.

Get up bitch and clean my man up. Maricar obeys. She gets up, goes into the bathroom, and returns with a wet towel. I am cleaned up. Imee rolls on top of me, Maricar to my side and says, From now on Lawrence, you are mine, and Maricar is mine. You will give me babies, and you will give my daughter babies. Maricar, you will not argue with me, understood bitch?

Yes Mistress.

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.

§ § §

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.

§ § §

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.

§ § §

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.

§ § §

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.

§ § §

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.

§ § §

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.

§ § §

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.'

§ § §

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.

§ § §

Who's your daddy?

I'm too fucking old to be a father and I am enjoying the shit out of it at the same time. Of course, it doesn't hurt that I have an army of mothers and one overjoyed aunt taking care of the infants. Still it looks like we need more help. The nursery was designed for 15. Jovelyn had twins. Ikay had twins, and blessed be, Imee had triplets last week. That's seven little shitters.

Much to my amazement, we have one part time volunteer. Ikay's mother is over most days to help with the kids. As a ‘thank you,’ I am comp'ing their rent from now on... besides the woman is now the grandmother of two of my infants. Ikay's mother does have a name, but as everyone calls her Lola, which is Tagalog for grandmother, that's how I refer to her.

Lola gave me a good laugh this past month. I guess she was confused how I could want Ikay when I have such a beautiful wife. And so she queried her daughter.

Maricar's too pretty and too young. When, does a man who has a wife like that, want to bother with someone like you, child?

Oh mother, I think you had better ask Maricar that question. I am not going to say.

But you know?

Yes, but you ask her! I will not gossip about Maricar in this house.

I gather Lola was too shy to ask my wife. Too bad, she might have learned something.

§ § §

We have chosen to 'declare' that no one get's pills again before their kids have had their first birthday. At the moment, the only female I am having sex with is my dear and beautiful wife.

The new apartment building is fully rented and, no, not with pretty mother daughter pairings. I wanted a second stable income source, not a harem a few km from my house. It currently generates excess income and we really don’t need it to live. But if something happens to one property, we now have a second to fall back upon. Our new home sits on a lot 2600SqM in size. While we were planning the design with our architect, he asked us if we wanted to build a dormitory. I must have looked at him oddly, because he fumbled around a bit before saying that a few years ago, he had a client who has built a house with many bedrooms and a large nursery. There the owner had him build a two-room school and a dormitory.

I told the architect that I wasn’t planning on that, but Maricar and Imee interceded, asking what such a dormitory might look like and just whom the other client was. We didn’t get the client name… something about professional ethics and permission from the other guy, but we did get a look at drawings for the dormitory. It was a mother daughter dormitory with a common cooking and bathing facility. I must admit, I am intrigued about the other client. Imee and Maricar are talking, about building the dormitory, and how we might use it.

§ § §

That was close to a year ago. The house is, of course, now up and I had not given any thought to a dormitory for close to the same amount of time. During the year, we have seen the architect, a Sir Reyes, many times and he has seen my three girls as they proceeded with their pregnancies to fruition. The guy is not fool, so I guess he put two and two together.

Last week we got a feeler, via a text. Things followed from that.

His name is Jake and we are invited over to his place to meet him and his family. The invitation has come to Maricar, from a woman named Joy.

Joy is a pretty Filipina in her mid to late thirties. Maricar calls her Ate. Joy asks some very intrusive and personal questions, but not in a way of accusation. It seems she wants to get an understanding of how we operate here. At some point, she seems to get it and invites the five of us for a formal dinner with Jake’s family.  They are not too far from here. Dinner will be on Saturday afternoon. Maricar asks her how formal this will be, to which Joy, with what looks like a twinkle in her eye, says ‘formal for our men, sexy formal for us’ and then winks at Maricar.

All of us? The young girls too, Ate?

Yes Maricar, all of you. We will all be there too.

When you say you will ‘all’ be there, how many are you?

Joy is laughing, You will see!

§ § §

That was Thursday and this is Saturday. We had to find some help for Lola and Imee’s aunt, as they would be alone with the seven kids. I am sure they could handle it, but it still seemed unfair.

I am wearing slacks instead of shorts and a barong tagalog[5]. The one I wear is white, Jake’s is sky blue. Every female at the table is in a very short dress and 4” heels. I thought I had a large family. There are five of us and I do the introductions. Jake then introduces us to Joy, who we had already met, Jun, Abbey, Mitch, Cherise, Anabel, Rose, and Rosemarie. I innocently asked if Anabel and Rosemarie were his daughters and Joy quickly said that all Jake’s women at the table were his girlfriends.

Even you Joy? You are a girlfriend?

Yes. I am Jake’s girlfriend.

There was rustling among Jake’s girls, and finally Jun spoke: Yes, we are all girlfriends, but Joy is special and number one here. No one is married to Jake, but Joy is special. The rest of his girls looked relieved at that statement. Jake signaled no response.

It is instructive to see Anabel and Rosemarie at Jake’s table. I thought I had dipped my toe in young waters. Jake makes me look absolutely puritanical. I have no interested in emulating him in adding younger girls.

Dinner was magnificent and a festive hour. The women gossiped about everything except what happens behind closed doors. Their sexual relations, with their man, is not discussed. What is discussed was the building of a dormitory on our lot. Jake thinks it is a good idea. He even says that he will help me fill the place with mother daughter pairs, claiming that I will be doing Jun and him a favor if we go ahead and build it.

Why should I build it? Ok, I am doing you a good turn, but what do I get from it?

You say you don’t want any more children than those your girls here will give you, right?

Yes, but even then I am going to shut that down soon.

OK, so that’s fine. Why not have other pretty women available?

I’m not adding other women to my house!

Easy there! I’m not suggesting you add anyone to your house. I understand that completely. I am talking about bedding others, not adding them to your house. Give the mother and daughters a dormitory to live in while the daughters are school age and are going to school. Give then free rice and a plot to plant a garden. Allow them to get jobs during the day to supplement their economic needs and instead of rent, for the time they live in the dorms, they are yours. They can move out at any time. The mothers and children we see here all need that at a minimum and we can’t take a fraction of them for our program. You won’t have our program and you can kick them out as soon as the daughters age out of school. You can kick them out if the mothers aren’t cooperative. You get a pool of women, you are doing a good deed and they never, ever become part of your household.

While Jake is talking to me, I see a side conversation between Rosemarie and my two girls, Ikay and Jovelyn.

Rosemarie speaks up, Sir Jake, may we three be excused? She is pointing to my two young girls. Jake looks at me and I nod.

Yes… now, looking back at me, Lawrence, relax, you are already on the boat. It is not a matter of, will you be with more than one woman. It is only a question of how many.

The man is right. That is the question.

§ § §

It is Sunday morning and I am back at home. I learn my two young ones were taken to the school dorm there and engaged in an orgy of many girls. I gather Rosemarie was showing them just how this plan, that Jake was pushing, would be good for them as well as for me. To that extent, it worked, as both of the young ones are all for building the dormitory immediately.

I am not convinced. Is it relatively easy to add women to your bed here? Yes, if you have money, it is very easy. Maricar and I do have enough money now. We can easily afford to build the type of dorm needed. I am in the sala as Maricar and Imee come back from the market.

I want to speak with you two about the dorm idea.

They put the packages down and sit by me.

Why do you two want me to do this? Maricar you first.

I want you to have everything a man can dream of. I denied you much. Now I have learned how much you love me, because even though you are given everything from others, you will not leave me. Since you will never leave me, and since I owe you so much, I want you to have this. I think this must be every man’s fantasy. I am happy you can have it.

And you, Imee? Why?

I am yours forever. You know it. Maricar knows it.  I want you so happy that you never, ever think about life without me. This dormitory keeps you happy and adds no one to our home. It is perfect. Please build it Lawrence.

I’m not having sex with girls as young as Jake is, do you both understand that? I get raised eyebrows and giggles. And so I am faced with women – my women – asking me to do something that is so counter-intuitive that I have a hard time wrapping my head around it.

§ § §

Maricar is wearing a red thong and red 4” heels. That is all. I am in my office and look up to see her standing there. It is two in the afternoon.

Husband, I need you to fuck me.

Her body is perfect. Her face is exquisite. Her hair is long black and silky smooth.  She stands 154cm. No woman anywhere in the world – to my eyes – is more lovely. I wasn’t hard before, but I am getting hard now.

Where would you like me to fuck you, wife? Here on the floor, or across the hall in our bed?

Fuck me in Ikay’s bed. I am your sixteen-year-old pussy today. I want to be Ikay today. I want you to call me Ikay. I want you to tell me the things Ikay does for you so that I can do them too.

Ikay and Jovelyn are in school at the moment. Imee is in the nursery with Lola and the infants. The house is functionally empty, but for the two of us, as I walk ‘Ikay’ to her bedroom, and on to Ikay’s bed. There is a stuffed rabbit doll that Ikay holds onto from her childhood. She never touches it during sex, but I tell this ‘Ikay’ to hold on to the rabbit. She does. She is on her back, clutching the rabbit to her breasts as I slip down between her legs, slide off her thong and begin to eat her out. Her pussy is smooth and hairless, just as it has been from the day I met her. There are juices already flowing from her as I spread her labia and run my tongue over her inner lips. Do you like that Ikay?

What does Ikay call you?

She calls me Sir, Sir Lawrence and sometimes just Lawrence.

Yes Sir, I do like that. I like that a lot.

I return to her pussy and continue slowly, and gently to tease her cunt with my tongue. She grabs my hair and pulls my head tighter into her cunt. She wants more than teasing. I am not cooperating. I continue to tease the hell out of her. I roll her nipples between my fingers. She is humping my face. I pinch her nipples. She is forcing my face into her cunt as she humps my face quite hard.

I pull back and tell her she is being a bad girl. I grab her head by the hair and pull her face down to my cock. She takes my member into her mouth with the hand that isn’t holding the rabbit. Take me deep Ikay. I want to feel your throat around my dick. She does take me deep. My balls are hitting her chin. There is spittle on my thighs. Oh yes girl, that’s a good girl Ikay. I am pumping away in her throat. I just can’t believe I am fucking her this way. I am having a hard time holding back. Then she grabs my ass and sticks a finger up by bunghole. Oh God! I am blowing ropes down her throat. If she wanted a long afternoon of sex… she has short-circuited my system. I dump everything I have down her throat and into her belly.

Good God… You must have been in a serious need. You sure as hell didn’t want to take your time!

Lawrence, I can’t begin to tell you how much more exciting it is knowing that if I ever want sex, I have to come and get it. You already have plenty other places to get it and in just a little bit you will have far more. I know I am your wife for life and you will never leave me, but I also know that if I want to feel your love, I have to get it, I can’t be lazy and take you for granted. I did that before and I deserve what has happened. However… if you think this is over, even for the moment, you are wrong. You may be limp right now but you won’t be limp for long. You know what I’ve been thinking about?

No, what has Your Horniness been thinking about?

All those pretty mothers and daughters who will be living here. I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun. Maybe I will use a strap on and fuck the mother in the same bed as you are on while you fuck the daughter. What do you think Lawrence? Then we can swap and you can have the mother while I suck your cum out of the daughter. Would you like that Lawrence? Would you like more mother-daughter sex parties? How about a different beautiful mother-daughter each day for 30 days? We can build a dorm for thirty Lawrence, you know we can. Then we can start over again. You want that Lawrence? She’s stroking my member the entire time. Her lips have been inches from my ear the entire time. She knows she is getting to me. She can feel the results.

The daughters are too young! I can’t fuck them that young. I know Jake does, but I’m not Jake.

Joy said some of the families they reject are because there is an older daughter. Those are the ones we will get. They are pretty, smart, but because there is an older sibling, Jake and Jun’s operation isn’t set up to accommodate them. You don’t have to worry about fucking very young ones. However, as the older ones age out, the younger ones will age in. Just think! After a couple of years, you will have mothers with two daughters who you will also be fucking. You have never had that Lawrence and you will have a whole dormitory filled with them. You want that Lawrence, you know you do. I can feel it in your cock. You want it bad, don’t you. See how hard you’re getting, Lawrence? See how much you want to fuck all those daughters, Lawrence? Think of those mothers guiding your big cock into their precious little daughter’s cunts, telling you to fuck them really good.

I am hard again. Maricar/Ikay climbs up on me and lowers herself down, spearing herself. She is talking to me as she rides me. You’re going to fuck all of them Lawrence. I am going to make sure you get into each of the women. I am going to guide your cock into each mother myself. Before you see each mother, I will shave her, dress her, put makeup on her and get her ready for you Lawrence. I will get the daughters ready for you too. I will make them beautiful for you Lawrence. Let these women have your babies my love. I want there to be so many, many babies. Make them for me, Lawrence, give me so many babies. She feels me, hard, inside her as she grabs my shoulders, and rolls us over, her legs in the air, held up by my arms as I pound her cunt. I so much want to give her the one thing she will never have, her own children. Give me those babies, cum in those women and give me babies! Please! Oh God Fuck me hard! I am doing that. I pound her pussy until I feel the need welling up inside me. As she digs her fingernails into my back, I give her what she wants, even though it will never do what she so desperately needs. My hot cum hits her sterile cunt, soothing it and making her cum one more time.

§ § §

The dormitory is under construction. There will be twenty-four bedrooms which will be shared by mother and daughters. Joy has told Maricar that they will refer only those who have two daughters, one at least fourteen and the other twelve. I will not touch the young ones, until they are older. I am amazed by how inexpensive this construction project is. I gather we have a few months before we will get referrals as that only happens between school years. By then, Ikay will be done with high school. Jovelyn has another year of school to complete. Things are going to be very busy.

As crazy as it was before the three got pregnant, in some ways things have settled down for me now that they have children. They are very busy with the babe’s. I suspect that I will get very little attention from them in the coming months. I wonder if there will be a demand for more kids, or if that will drop-off too. Maybe the dormitory is a good idea.

§ § §

The dorm is built. Maricar received a packet from Joy. She and Imee are going over it. There are three stacks. Those they surely want, those they surely do not and those that didn’t make it in either of the first two stacks. I am told I can see the acceptable ones, once it is done. While I wait, I am enjoying some fine Whiskey that Jake sent over via Joy. I have to say, Joy is a remarkable woman. She seems as devoted to Jake as Maricar and Imee are devoted to me. I also have to say that it is a little comforting to know that I am not alone in some of this craziness.

§ § §

My version of golf

Ask yourself. What do many retired men do to pass the time during all those days when the men who are not retired are at work? Read books? Maybe a few do. Go for long walks? Really, how many of those can you do before it’s just too damned boring? Many of my old buddies are out on the golf course two or three days a week. Nine holes and stop for a lunch in the clubhouse before the back nine and drinks at the clubhouse before going home. Many tell me that their wives are so delighted to get them out of the house that the wives just about stand at the front door holding the clubs for them to grab as they go.

Me? Well I have other things to keep me busy. One is the apartments. We have two apartment buildings and neither is here by the house. I am still collecting the rents. And no, I am not trolling for pussy, though I do get offers, often enough. These days I rarely take them up. Still if the female is incredibly pretty and not married, I will take a bite of the apple, once. I never go back for seconds. That just causes more complexity than I need these days. And these days I avoid the daughters of the renter. It’s just easier that way. When I am collecting rent, what I want is the money. It is really that simple. I have no pension. We took the money we could squeeze out of the business and invested that money in these properties. If the rent money isn’t collected, we have no income. I am still two years away from Social Security and there is a damned good chance that Congress and the President will extend the date of eligibility out further. When I was a kid it was 65. Now it’s 67. Who the fuck knows where it will be when I am 67? And anyway, it will only bring me another $2K/mo or if you do the current conversion rate to the Philippine Peso, ₱80,000. Quite frankly many a Filipino lives on a lot less but I prefer to live on a lot more.

Of course, I don’t collect the rents every day. Some days I meet with the building manager and make sure repairs are made, where needed. Other days I meet with expat friends here. There are actually quite a few of us. Some days, though not often, I sit down and write, as I am doing now. However as you can see, that is an infrequent event.

Most days I am putting my little putter into a hole or two…

You see… the dormitory is filled. It is filled with the most amazingly lovely females.

The deal is that mother and older daughter(s) are my girlfriends in exchange for rent, until the youngest quits school or graduates high school, whichever comes first.  I did not have to explain it. After Joy and Rose told them informed that their family did not qualify for Jun’s school, they were told they had this option if they wanted it. Only those who chose to be considered even made it to the stack of folders we received. A surprising number wanted to be considered.

There was one who seemed great but there were three girls, two of them significantly older, plus the mom, and we just could not accommodate them in the dormitory. They seemed like a nice family. They are from Marbel. Jake had mentioned he liked them, but had no room for them and I told Jake I felt we were in the same position. He said he would see if any of his stateside contacts might find a place for them. All I could do was wish him good luck. We did take one family with three girls, but two of them were young and we hoped that it would work out.

Some just didn’t seem like we would be happy with them. They might be in need, but for whatever reason, we decided to stay away from them. In the end, we did find twenty-four mothers with daughters sets, and the dorm was filled.

When I say we, I mean Maricar, Imee and me. Jovelyn and Ikay seemed to be forever tied up with the toddlers. There is talk about another round of children. I am pushing back for them to wait another year. Anyway, three of us selected the dorm residents. Joy told us that we should use Rose to help us get these women into the right mind set to accept girl-girl sex. At first Imee was opposed, but after a couple of missteps and the loss of a family from the dorm, she acquiesced. Rose is a marvel. I do not touch the woman. She is, heart and soul, Jake’s. I respect that and am just happy to see my girls get some expert assistance. Because Rose is Jake’s, I am never there when Rose is assisting, but Maricar says that Rose has taught both Imee and her a lot about a variety of things. I choose to stay in the dark and do not ask for details.

In truth, I have little time to ask Imee very much these days. Between her activities with the dorm and her role as mother of triplets, I rarely see her. She is rarely at the table for meals. It would seem that being the child bearing, permanent and forever, Mistress is what she really wanted. Now that she has borne me offspring, she is less of a force in Maricar’s and my life. She is still there and Maricar still loves her, but she is sleeping in the nursery, not my bed these days. Maricar and I spend most nights together as husband and wife.

The results of Rose’s impact are clear in a number of ways. Those ways include, both, the women they worked with, as well as Maricar and Imee. Maricar has grown in confidence and in her appreciation of sexuality. It is clear in ways both subtle and obvious. Her fantasy life has taken flight and gives rise to some wonderful adventures, like the time she came with me to collect the rent at the newer building one day when I was pretty sure a young beauty would not have the rent payment.

The woman, Marisa, had offered herself up before and I had obliged her for a week’s deferment on the rent. This time Maricar comes with me but hangs back away from the door far enough, so that she isn’t seen when our renter makes the offer again. Marisa is a truly lovely twenty-two year old. Tall for a Filipina, at 164cm, and with nice sized breasts that Maricar and Imee have assumed was the result of a skillful surgeon. I, on the other hand, who has had a hand on the matter, disagree.  Marisa is stunning in a sexy dress and heels. I think she was expecting a visit from me as she opens the door with a big smile. Lawrence! Sweetheart, I am going to be late again. Can we handle it the way we did last time?

Yes, with an addition, Marisa. There will be three of…

You bring a friend to fuck me! I am not a prostitute!

Calm down. No, I brought my wife, your other landlord, and we both want to fuck you.

No! I am not a lesbian!

I never assumed you were. My wife isn’t either.

Then why she wants to fuck me.

Maricar, coming up beside me, Because Lawrence is my husband and he is fucking you, I want to know you too. Let us in or move out Marisa!

Young beautiful Marisa stands there nonplussed. I approach her, kiss her and with Maricar beside me, and assisting with details, we enter the apartment, close the door and enter the bedroom. I take Marisa more fully in my arms to kiss her. Maricar gets behind her and lowers the zipper on her dress all the way down to the crack of Marisa’s ass. I continue to hold and kiss beautiful Marisa as Maricar slides the dress of the woman’s shoulders and lowers in to her feet. Carefully Maricar coaxes Marisa to raise each foot in heals up enough, one at a time to extricate the dress. I continue to kiss Marisa as Maricar hangs the woman’s dress on a hanger in a closet area. Marisa’s light coffee colored skin is perfect and magnificent, I unsnap her red bra and Maricar pulls down Marisa’s red hip hugger panties, again over heels and then away from the woman. I whisper in Marisa’s ear, Undress my wife. She is unsure and wants to argue, but holds her tongue.

Marisa approaches Maricar tentatively. Maricar has a smile on her face and reaches out to put a hand on Marisa’s shoulder as they come close. Maricar’s dress has buttons down the front. Marisa is unbuttoning the dress. I am behind Marisa and put one arm around her waist with a hand reaching up to a breast and one hand between her legs. I start fingering Marisa’s cunt and playing with her nipples as she undresses my wife. Marisa gets to the bottom button. Maricar slides her own dress down. It hits the floor and she steps out and kicks it away as I continue to finger fuck Marisa and maul a breast from behind. Maricar’s face is now centimeters from Marisa’s. My wife closes the gap, puts her hand around the back of Marisa and kisses her for all she’s worth. At the same time Maricar’s hand has found Marisa’s clit and my wife and I bump knuckles as she attends to a clit and I attend to a speculative G-spot. The initially resistant Marisa, is putty in our hands.

We move Marisa to her bed and I choose to sit back and watch my wife take her first renter. She brought a strap-on in her purse, so before I relax in the easy chair, I hand the belt with dildo to Maricar. Maricar is kissing Marisa as she straps it on and then lowers herself down on Marisa. I gather Marisa has never seen a strap-on dildo before. There is an instant of panic in her eyes as the recognition snaps into place, in her head. But it is too late to complain as the dildo plunges past her labia, through the inner lips and deep into Marisa’s cunt. Maricar is talking to her, You are mine Marisa. Your cunt is mine, girl. I own your cunt, girl. Maricar is pounding Marisa’s cunt without mercy. You like this, don’t you cunt? Answer me… do you like this? Marisa is staring up at Maricar. There is a tear in her right eye as she whispers, Yes, Ate, yes I do like it. Make me cum Ate. Please, Ate. Oh God Ate, this is so good. Maricar lowers her face onto Marisa and they kiss as Maricar also pinches Marisa’s right nipple as hard as she can. Marisa’s orgasm explodes.

I get up and lean over my wife, whispering in her ear, Stay in her and roll her over so that her ass is up.

Maricar follows my directions. I drop my short, briefs and stroke my pole a bit before lubing it up with the KY we brought with us. I place my member at the center of her exposed rosebud and push through. Marisa howls. Maricar pulls her into a kiss as I complete the push to the bottom. My motion is forcing her up and back on the dildo. I can feel the dildo inside Marisa, as I pump in and out of her ass. Slowly Marisa is beginning to respond positively as she learns to accept the anal invasion.

Oh God! Yes take me! Take me in every way. I am yours. Fuck me. Fuuuck meee. Fuuuck yesssss!

I pound away until I feel Marisa’s next orgasm. It just about breaks my dick into pieces, her anal muscles are so strong. I cannot pump. I am stuck and her muscles have me pinched in place. Pressure is building in my scrotum. When her anal muscles relax a bit, my cum spews into her ass.

§ § §

Maricar and I get out of the tricycle that we took to go back home from the apartment building.

I ask her, What do you think?

That can get to be addictive!

Yes it can. So you liked it?

No, I loved it. I loved the power I felt and the sex I got. I had that same sense of power with the women in our dorm. You will see for yourself. Now that I feel it, I don’t want to give it up. Is that OK Lawrence? Are you OK with that?

Yes I am OK, so long as you understand that I can and will deny you all of it if we get back into the old pattern.

Yes, you are right. I see how I could forget that. It would be a big mistake. I promise, it will not happen.

Ok then. It’s time I tasted the women in the dorm.

No Lawrence, Rose says you must first taste the daughters, and only then the mothers. If there is a problem with the daughters, then the family must leave. The mother must be there when you take the daughter. If that goes OK then they can stay.

I see. OK I guess Rose knows best in this case.

§ § §

There is a protocol that evidently has been put in place, as directed by Joy and Rose. I am not supposed to see the mother and daughter in their rooms. Instead, the two are invited to supper with us. The mother and daughter are to see that this is being done in front of the household. They are to understand that there are no secrets when it comes to the fact that they will be my bedmates. They are also to understand that we are a unified family. Joy even gave my family instructions as to engaging in kidding the two ‘guests’ about the sex that is about to be engaged in. I can see the value of this, though it clearly is different from the way I have done things before. I guess Jake’s women are schooling me on how to do things right… in that weird way, as the concept of ‘right’ makes my head spin.

The mother and daughter pair who join us tonight may be with us a long time. The mother, Gloria has three daughters, aged fourteen, twelve and nine. If I take each daughter as she turns fourteen and they leave when the last one ages out of school at age sixteen, this family may be with me for seven years. The oldest daughter is already wonderfully developed and the mother is quite pretty. The younger ones show potential. But as they may be with us for so many years, Imee especially wants to make sure that there will be no problems with the family.

Gloria and the fourteen year-old, named Corrine, join us at six thirty. The dinner table is set for seven places. Lola and Imee’s aunt are watching the children. All my girls come to the table in pretty sexy dresses and heels. Gloria and Corrine are not so well attired. Ikay pipes up and tells them that assuming the evening with me goes well, she will take them to get nice things tomorrow. Gloria demurs saying they can’t afford such things. But Ikay laughs and says, I did not say you two will pay. Lawrence will pay. If Corrine and you are going to be his, he will want you to look like you are his. That puts the entire supper in a different light for Corrine and Gloria. Corrine blushes. Gloria is so nervous she can hardly hold her spoon. Supper is grilled tuna belly, pinakbet, chicken adobo, kangkong and of course rice. Bottles of Sprite and Coke and a pitcher of water are on the table. I have my San Miguel beer. The supper is incredibly good. Corrine is embarrassed by her mother, who tells the girl, she is taking too much food. She isn’t but we don’t want to criticize the mother by saying anything.

After dinner, all the girls, including our two guests, go to the sala to watch the rest of Will Time, Big Time on TV5. I retire to my office and transcribe some of this.

The show is over at about 8:30 and Maricar escorts Gloria and Corrine to the master bedroom. Maricar asks them if they have brought sexy nightclothes. Establishing that they have not, Maricar opens a couple of dresser drawers and indicates that the two can use things from the drawers. After suggesting the use of the shower and that they should get ready, Maricar informs the two that I will enter the bedroom in an hour, at 9:30.

§ § §

I do enter at 9:30 to find two females under the covers of the bed. They look terrified.

No one and nothing requires you to be here. If either of you do not want to be with me tonight, I would prefer you leave now before things happen that one of us regrets.

No, we must be here.

No Gloria, that is not true. If you need a couple of weeks to find other arrangements, we will see to it that you have those weeks.

No one will do for us what you will.

That might be true, but if you are not going to, cheerfully, be my girlfriend, then that offer no longer exists. You and your daughters either are happy and desiring to be my girlfriends, or there is no deal. Understand that for now it is just Corrine. But you have two more and as each of them turns fourteen, I will expect them to join me. Clearly this is not something that all would want agree to and that’s reality. For those who don't or can't, this place is not for them. Either we all without coercion get something we want from the deal or there is no deal.

You do not have to worry, we will all do it.

Gloria, I understand that you will do it, but that it will be something that you don’t want to do. I have no interest in such an arrangement.

Corrine has been silent up to now, but she senses she needs to ask something. May I stay if my mother leaves?

No, you may not. You and your sisters need to be with your mother.

I get the feeling that Maricar and Imee knew this might happen. That’s why they put this family first in line. If they need to go, send them now, rather than let them hang in for a while. Should they go, it will be a warning to the others that ‘attitude’ is important. They either have to want to engage, or they are gone.

Gloria breaks down in tears. She is apologizing for her bad attitude. Tears be damned, it’s attitude when the tears are gone that matters. I sit down on the bed nearest Corrine. She scoots into my arms uninvited. Please Sir Lawrence, I want to be your girlfriend. Mom is just really difficult. She always has been.

Corrine, I understand that, but she is going to have to change that very quickly or you all must leave. I will make no exceptions.

Please give me fifteen minutes with alone her.

I don’t see the point but agree anyway. I go back to the office using the time to add a few lines in this journal. When I go back to the bedroom, Gloria meets me at the door. She does not look scared. She looks determined. Sir Lawrence, I have some very bad habits and it is up to me to fix them. I do not ask for forgiveness. I do ask you to take us as your girls. I promise you that you will never have girlfriends that are more loyal. You will never have girlfriends that are more loving to you than we will be. You will have all of us. I promise you that you will never have any reason to regret your decision if you allow us to stay.  And with that, she puts her arms around me, jumps up on me and kisses me. It is quite a performance and I guess I believe it. Whatever Corrine and she said to each other in the intervening fifteen minutes, it was effective.

All right, I accept that there has been a change. Now it is time for me to take your daughter with your assistance. Are you ready and willing?

Yes!

Take the clothing off your daughter and present her to me.

Gloria lifts off the full silk slip that Corrine had been wearing. There is nothing underneath. Corrine is truly a pretty girl, but she has pubic hair; there is not much hair, but there is some. I know that it is common in some families, that they don’t start shaving the pubes until age eighteen, but it is unacceptable to me.

Take Corrine to the bathroom. You will find a razor and shaving cream in there. Shave her. There is to be no hair anywhere except her head, and if there is such hair on you, shave that too.

Yes Sir!

And it is done. Ten minutes in the bathroom is consumed, but not a disagreement, and not a cross look. Corrine is presented a second time. She is perfect. I run my hand gently over her pubes, which are now soft and smooth. Gloria, you are to keep yourself and all your daughters this way from now on. I may not have them in my bed yet, but let them be aware that that they are being prepared to join my bed.

Yes Sir.

I have the two get on the bed but not under sheets. I instruct Gloria to spread her daughter’s legs as far as they will go. While she is complying I kneel down and using my fingers gently I spread Corrine’s inner lips. She is indeed a virgin. I lick her pussy. Corrine is surprised and jumps. I lick it again. This time there is no jump and instead there is a sigh. Gloria, get yourself above your daughter and nestle the back of her head on your pussy, while you stroke her hair. Gloria complies as I start eating Corrine’s pussy in earnest. The girl is clearly enjoying the experience and I prolong it a good ten minutes until my jaw gives out. Corrine is close to cumming, but has not cum yet.

Gloria, take that tube of KY on the night table to your left, and put some on my cock and on your daughter’s pussy.

I doubt that Gloria had touched her daughter’s pussy for many years, but she is doing so now and clearly it is stimulating her daughter. Gloria then attends my cock and for an initially unwilling participant, she does a bang up job with my cock. In minutes she has me more than slicked up, she has me ready to explode. Considering I am about to enter her daughter, I don’t want to explode so soon. Thinking about traffic in downtown Manila, does the trick. I can sustain for a bit now. That is a good thing as my cock hits her maidenhead and breaks through it. Corrine ‘yips’ briefly but then it is over and we start fucking in earnest. Her head, in her mother’s lap; her mother’s hand in her hair; my dick up her cunt; Corrine is sweet and tight. Her hands are on my shoulders, urging me on. And on I go, whispering to Corrine how pretty she is. Telling her that she will be mine until she is 21 at a minimum and then, we will see if you will be mine forever. She cums hard. Her orgasms triggers mine and I paint her womb with my seed.

I instruct her mother to lick us both clean. Watching Gloria lick Corrine’s pussy is highly erotic. As much as Corrine is a little freaked out by her mother tonguing her all around her pussy, the girl is just about ready to cum again. So I whisper in Gloria’s ear to keep it up and dig her tongue deeper in her daughter’s pussy to get more of my cum out. Corrine explodes and gushes juices all over her mother’s face. With that, I pull Gloria off her daughter, finger Corrine and bring in Gloria for a wet sloppy kiss as I taste my cum, and Corrine’s pussy juices on Gloria’s lips. It is mind blowing. Corrine cums on my fingers, soaking my arm.

With all that has transpired, I am getting hard again, way ahead of schedule. I mount Gloria, still kissing her. She throws her arms around me as I plunge in. You like my daughter? This is what she asks as I am reaming her good and hard. She is gasping and moaning, but she wants to know if I like Corrine. Fuck yes I like Corrine. I also like Gloria’s sweet pussy. For a 27 year old with three children, Gloria’s pussy is a wonder of muscle control. I tell her as much. I will teach her to use her pussy just as I use mine. I promise. We will be good to you Lawrence. Fuck me hard Lawrence. Do you want to fuck my tits Lawrence? I don’t. Tit fucking never interested me, and I take a pass, but there is no doubt that Gloria’s C cups are hers and real. Corrine already is blowing past her B cup bra. I fantasize about getting Gloria pregnant just to suck on those breasts, heavy and engorged with milk, every day. I wonder if she becomes a D cup when nursing. And that trips my trigger. Another pussy filled with cum.

Yeh, some guys play with little balls, skinny sticks and have a hard time finding the hole. If that’s golf, I prefer a thick stick, big balls and a hole where ever I turn.

As my great uncle was reputed to have said – as told to me by my aged mother – so many holes and so little time.

How to make a marriage work

Maricar is sipping on a mango shake.  Both of us thought those two would be gone today.

Well you were almost correct. I was about to send them packing. But they got it together and convinced me that they would be good. Maybe they won’t be, but I think they will be OK now.

Ikay has taken them shopping. They told her that you told them to come back to your bed tonight. Am I also in your bed tonight?

You are.

When do you want the next ones?

Tomorrow night. Please make sure the next two have clothing with which to come to the table. And also please pass the word that the girls are to be shaved.

Corrine was not shaved?

No, I sent them back into the bathroom to correct that.

I see. It will not happen again.

§ § §

Expats from the USA generally come in two flavors. First, there are the ‘lonely for socialization’ ones who want to talk about their lives to you and want to know everything you are doing. Second, there are the hermits. They don’t want you to know shit about what they are doing and don’t want to know shit about what you are doing. You know who is in the second group because though we all know they are around, none of us have ever had a meaningful conversation with one of those guys, let alone visit their homes. The first group is mostly a bunch of good guys but there are things they just don’t need to know and as our dormitory is being built, I have gotten to the point that I am feeling like I need to join the second group.

It is at that point I decide to reach out to Jake again for some advice. As much as Jake is one fucking weird ass satyr, he is also one of the most sensible guys I have ever met. If he had figured out how to deal with it, I need to learn from the master.

So why do you see these guys.

Friendship.

Well Joy and Jun and the girls are my friends. So I don’t have the need you have.

Maricar is my friend, but I have the need for male friends.

Like I said, I don’t have the need. But since you do, my best suggestion is to meet them away from your home and without your women. Do not get into having dinners with them and their wives, as you will be sucked into having them over to your home. Of course, if it can’t be helped, invite the couples over. Tell Ikay and Jovelyn to be scarce. Have Imee, and Maricar and a few of your best and prettiest women from the dorm at the table. When the guys’ wives want to be introduced to who is at the table, introduce your wife, and then your Mistress and then your girlfriends. My best guess is if the wives don’t stand up, grab their husbands and leave, right then and there, you will never hear from most of them again anyway. You will become a hero to the guys, but they will be too henpecked to ever look you up, for fear that their wives will find out. Jake is laughing so hard there are tears in his eyes.

As much as Jake’s advice is not what I hoped for, I suspect he is right. My friends must be the women I bed. Still the thought of the sight of the women grabbing their husbands and heading for the door was so fascinating that I just had to do it. Many of these guys had been friends for years. I have known them from years before I retired, when we would just come to the Philippines for a few weeks at a time. I owed them the benefit of the doubt and if their wives put the kybosh on our friendship, it would not be my fault. I say as much to Jake, to which he surprises the shit out of me.

Can I bring my older girls and attend too?

You mean Joy, Rose, Jun, and Cherise?

Yes plus Abbey and Mitch. They are both eighteen this year.

Holy shit! Sure I guess! How will you introduce them?

They are my Mistresses.

Yes of course. Same type of dress as the last dinner together?

Yes.

§ § §

I get back home about an hour before supper. Ikay is walking through the kitchen, so I ask her how the shopping trip went.

Lawrence they are afraid to spend your money. I would suggest things and Gloria would freak out about the cost. I finally got ticked off and told her, if she didn’t start agreeing to buying what I selected, I would tell you that they were no good. You should have seen the change in that woman as soon as I said that! I have no problems after that except that we have to backtrack to a few stores to purchase things she had said ‘no’ to the first time. God, I wish I had a figure like those two have. I am jealous of their breasts. I have to pad my padded bras to push a dress out the way they do by just wearing it! Grrr!

So they got some stuff?

Yes, dresses, shoes, bras, panties and things for the bedroom.

Thank you.

Not a problem. You know Lawrence, with bodies like theirs, you should give them babies.

Ikay!

§ § §

Supper is good, but then it is always good. After which, just like every day, the girls want to watch Willy and I go up to my office to write a bit. At fifteen to nine, Gloria, not Maricar, who I had expected, enters the office in a silk wrap and pretty slippers.

Lawrence, we are ready for you. Will you join us?

I walk into the bedroom right behind Gloria. Maricar and Corrine are on the bed, naked. My wife is on her back and Corrine’s face is buried in Maricar’s pussy. Maricar is clearly enjoying the moment. She doesn’t even notice we have entered the room.

I see that I am late to the party. Gloria I don’t think we can catch up to them, but maybe we can outlast them. I take Gloria into my arms and treat her with the love I really do feel for her at the moment. I don’t know how it is possible, but my emotional desire for her seems to get transmitted to her and she responds in kind. We have no thoughts for anyone else. She whispers in my ear, Tonight you are not hers, you are mine. And it is the truth. I don’t even notice Maricar. I pay no attention to Corrine. Gloria is my desire and my only need. I move to eat her out, but she pushes me onto my back and takes me by mouth. Slowly and patiently she gets me going but never taking me over the top. She is holding my balls, squeezing them. She is sucking me hard. Finally after I don’t have any idea how long it has been, she gets up and straddles my face, lowering her pussy on to me. I am eating the only pussy I care about. I note that there is a mouth on my dick and a mouth around my balls, but I care not for them. I care about the pussy and the woman attached to it tonight, Gloria. She keeps her pussy tight there where I need it to eat her without smashing my jaw. I get her going. She cums at least twice as her juices literally pour into my mouth.

The other two are still sucking my balls and my cock. It feels good, but I want my cock inside of Gloria. I put my hands on her hips and pull her down toward my cock. The other two relinquish their position as Gloria centers herself on my dick and drops down on it. God her cunt is hot tonight. My dick feels like there is a fire in her cunt. She is moving up and down on me. I feel every cm of movement. Damn this is good.

Is it good Lawrence? This is Maricar. Why is she asking me this?  Is she making you happy Lawrence?

Yes God damn it yes!

Good… Give her a baby sweetheart. Give your new love a baby.

Give mommy a baby Sir, please give me a sister.

I… shit, I am way past control here. I am stiff as a board and I will plant my seed any moment. The only reason why Gloria will not get pregnant is because of my weak swimmers.

Gloria has not let up, though I can tell she has had another orgasm. I am damn close. I see her breasts bouncing above me, shapely hips above