Oh, we had been living together and I had been fucking her every day but somehow I wanted more.Then Jenny smiled at me and said, “Consider her your ...ther wife.”I was shocked at her words. I looked at Gail and she said, “Two wives, two pussies to knock up, and all of my holes are virgin…unlike any of my mother’s holes.”All I could say was, “Two wives. Two pussies.”Jenny said, “Only if she can come on our honeymoon. She can be your virgin sacrifice to a long and happy marriage.”I replied, “Okay.. There was a group of about six young women (well young compared to me), mid 20s sort of thing, having a girly break. They apparently were work mates and just took off for a long weekend.My wife noticed that I had my eye on one of the ladies and she offered to get her for me. Well I wouldn’t refuse if she could manage it but I didn’t think it likely. Women of that age are after young handsome well toned hunks, and that is not quite what I am, any more (if ever!). Nonetheless my wife decided I. Miranda sighed heavily. "It's the same thing every single year," she explained warily, "They sit me down and have their little discussion about why don't I stay here? Why don't transfer over to admin? Or if I like being courier crew so much, why don't I just become Lavender's city-bound? Oh, Misty, I'm just so sick of it..." Is it really so bad here?" Misty inquired, closing her eyes for a moment as the wooden swing-seat moved back and forth, creaking on it's hinges as some distance behind her,. It had been wonderful to have John's exclusive attention, but Jules brought a certain energy to our life together that we both missed. She also had a way of cutting through problems and getting to the heart of things. I was certain that a few conversations with her would have reduced the anxiety I'd suffered most of the last two weeks.John came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me, kissing the back of my neck as I finished with his breakfast plate. I laughed, "Feeling better I see?".