As my eyes blinked at their first ray of the morning light streaming through my window, I stretched before rolling to my side. The view from my window showed the children had already found their way into the garden of our large country house which sits on 5 acres of land. My three sons were preparing what seemed to be another game of Capture the Flag with their two brothers, three sisters and the neighborhood children.
I should stop and explain here. I am the wife of a polygamous marriage. Along with 2 other wives I am married to Richard Nester. I met Richard at town hall one Christmas season during the festivities, and the moment I had laid eyes upon him I knew I would marry him. We were both early twenties and he was already a successful business man, owning two stores in our small town, the only computer store and the only video library.
At first, I wasn't keen on sharing my husband when he mentioned it after our first son was born, but I had known of other polygamous marriages in the town and the idea grew after he allowed me to choose his second wife. When Richard and I had first met, I was working at the local GP as a receptionist, and became friends with a Dr Lauren Grant. She had never married, and I soon found out why. She was never into men much, but after a few flirtatious evenings of margaritas and I had Lauren in our bed. Within a few months she moved in and was pregnant with her first child.
The third wife came a few years later. I let Richard choose, knowing he didn't get as much from Lauren as I did. Elouise, who we now call Elle, was easy to bring into the family, she had her eyes on him the moment she moved to town. She was younger than myself and Lauren, and the most eager of us all, well, except Richard.
Being the first wife, I had privileges over the other two, and although our life was fairly equal, Lauren gave me more special treatment than necessary. I still lay in bed, when an aroma drifted into the room. As I returned to lay on my back, the door clicked open, and Lauren walked in with a breakfast tray. I stretched my arms up and smiled at her as she crossed the room.
Lauren placed the tray on the table by the window before leaning on the bed with one knee. My arms still stretched over my head, with my bare breast slipping out from the duvet covers. She swoops in and kisses my lips tenderly as her fingers trace my chest to my left breast. Her fingertips are cool against my skin and my nipple hardens within seconds.
"Good Morning, Miss Holly," She said smiling, as she sat up on the bed, one leg tucked under her and the other hanging to the ground. She was a gorgeous woman, stood tall at 5'9" and had kept in great shape even after 3 children. Her long, wavy, dark blond hair was pulled back loosely with just one clip. Much of her hair still framed her face of sparkling blue-green eyes and juicy pouting lips, but her neck and shoulders were bare. She still wore her black silk chemise with an Italian rose theme embroidered at her cleavage. My eyes spent but a second at her breast before I hooked two fingers at the slit in the breast and guided her back down to me.
Lauren followed whilst pulling down the duvet. Her silky chemise brushing against my naked body sent a wave through me. She straddled my left leg and started grinding me slowly. As her left thigh pushed against my clit, I kiss her with an aching desire.
My fingers trace down her body, and slip into her panties. Without a word spoken, Lauren lifts her body slightly as I rush them down to her thigh, and continue to pull them off with my right foot. Lauren shifts to between my legs and her clit meets mine. Our pussies are dripping in to each other and surely over the bed sheets, but we can't get enough as she starts grinding me heavier. My fingernails graze lightly from her ass and up her back.
Lauren breaks from our kiss and starts to nuzzle into my neck. She grunts softly before biting the skin on my shoulder. Her moans are muffled, as she begins kissing my neck to my ear, "I love you," she whispers, before sucking gently on my ear lobe.
Her feminine whisper is always pure luxury to me. My body responded to her in the only way it could, with my legs wrapping around her, my orgasm exploded violently. I held onto her as it thundered bliss throughout my body. I felt her tremble within my arms as she kissed me passionately. I can feel her sweet breath on me from her nose, her body heaving against mine.
A few moments pass and Lauren slips off the bed. She reaches over to the plate on the breakfast tray.
"You made scone bread!" I smiled, biting my lip slightly. Lauren knows my favorites, and I could how lustful she must have been all morning. She sat back on the edge of the bed, again one leg tucked beneath herself. She put the plate in front of her and dipped a finger into the cream and jam on the toast, before gently dabbing my lips.
Just as she leaned in, we heard the door open, but she continued to kiss me tenderly whilst licking the cream from my lips.
"Well, ladies, what fun are we having without me?" Richard asked as he stood in the doorway.
"Fun? We were just having breakfast, Richard." I replied, with a wink.
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