So I have been the housekeeper and cook for most of our time together. The situation suited us both. Now I guessed Julie would have to learn to eat he... own cooking again.Julie is a real peach of a wife. She is the first one I've had who didn't immediately try to change what she said she liked about me when we got together. We have always had a great time together, both in bed and out of it. Yes, even at sixty, I have an active sex life. No Viagra needed, just patience and a partner with a. ' I knew nothing about sexual relations and my mind was panicking as to what was happening to my bung hole. Hearing Charlie and Daniel talking about '...breeding...' me caused me to fear what was happening to me inside. I didn't now if I could get pregnant or what the end result would be after having the three of them bust their load of sperm deep in my bung. I was just a dumb klutz, that managed to let the three most foul boy of our school attack me sexually. My tears flowed freely and I could. It wasn't on purpose; it was a matter of not knowing any better. There was no reason I couldn't get all three of them to wash up and help with the meals, help keep their rooms clean, even do their beds. We needed some kind of stepstool for each of them that they could move around and use to reach the sink and the kitchen counters. One that stayed in the kitchen that didn't have to be carried up and down the stairs.The majority of our meals would be eaten at our new home but I knew we'd be over. Aaron and I went back to the game room and resumed our night of cards.After Poker Night ended and our other friends left the house, Aaron and I sat down and brainstormed some ideas. Get her drunk? Nah, she doesn't drink. Show her some porn of wives being shared and see if she'd be interested? Maybe, but somehow I didn't think so.But then I got an idea. Brittany wanted to get a massage, I told Aaron. Why don't we suggest that she get a massage from you because you're a masseur?"Dude, I'm not a.