”Dave smiled, “I think you should do what you want to do, assuming you can find cooperating partners. Remember, consenting adults can do whatever ...hey want about sex. There a whole philosophy about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness in that statement, along with a complete course in inter-personal relationships.”She asked, “It doesn’t upset you that two of your wives are fucking other men?”He laughed, “Not at all. I know they’ll come back to me happy, satisfied, and content. I lose. "What time is it?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing at my face. "It's still dark out." It's already six o'clock," she answered with a laugh. "What happened to the guy who was up every morning by five?" He got old," I said and she hugged me."You're not so old! Come on, I'm really hungry," Carla said, rising from the bed. "I'm gonna go down and have some pancakes. Join me when you get your ancient bones moving." That had been her favorite breakfast every year when we came to the lodge."Oh,. The house retained its small rooms, open fires and twisting passages. Of course, that had made the installation of modern conveniences such as piped water, gas lighting and heating a challenge and they still did not extend far into the house, but that was more of an inconvenience for the staff than it was for her.She had made one concession to modernity. The stables, although still holding the horses needed to run the estate, had been extended with a similarly styled block that held her pride. ”I love my wife” he said in my ear as his hand began to press my hand. I love the word my wife, and he knew that just saying it was enough to get me aroused. As we kissed, he raced her hands to my saree and I started to remove it.I liked to undress quickly, and even though we should savor the moment on our honeymoon, I didn’t want to waste a second teasing each other.While still, he struggling with his clothes, we tumbled onto the bed. As he positioned himself on top of me, I hugged him and I.