Everything in the garden was rosy.I remember the first time Gary mentioned it to me. I was 34. The children were sound asleep, and we were making love...in our bedroom. I was close to a cum, and Gary whispered, " I'd love you to do this with another guy." It took me a while to understand, but I cleared it from my mind, and some time later I exploded into a lovely cum.From that night on, every time we got it together, Gary would keep on about the same thing. "Would you like another guy to do. Then they would do the obligatory missionary style fuck with his prick shoved out through his temple garments and she would undo hers and let him enter Paradise.“You are awful cynical.”“That’s because I am a cynic.” Six weeks to the day later she said, “I am pregnant.” ****Two weeks after that we were married by Mom and Dad’s bishop in the folks living room. No temple marriage for me. Knocked up brides are not permitted temple marriages. That especially goes if the knocked up bride is not even. He has a set jaw line, and goddamn it, he's just fuckin' gorgeous, you'll see him!" Okay fine! Wanna get ready?" It's only eight-thirty." So."I shook my head, and got up, holding my hand out to her and helping her off the chair. We went into my bedroom, and began to rummage through my closet. Bri had brought a big duffle bag with her own clothes in it, but we both knew she'd wear something of mine and not even look at the clothes she'd brought. I settled on one of my favorite outfits, a black. It was Solance’s specialty and nobody did it better.“You broke it,” Manny complained, touching my limp penis. “You haven’t lost your touch, girl!”“Here, drink this,” Constance lifted my head up and poked a tube in my mouth. It was wet and tart and cool. After a few swallows, the straw was removed.“Story time, Simon,” Kris announced. “My turn.”They call me Simon. My lovely ladies were Ashley and Manny and Solance and Constance and Kelsey and Kris. Ashley, of course, was nine months pregnant and.