The Darkest Day

I like the loving wives category but it can be difficult to come up with something different. I try to explore alternate realities or situations with angst.

I do spell and grammar checks and proofread but bound to miss some. If that bothers you too much maybe think about reading something else.

Please check the tags, don't read it if it's not your thing. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it, they are free and they are just stories.

This one is out there, more toward the fantasy edge of the spectrum. It requires a step away from reality and is set somewhere around the late 1800's in a small fishing community.

Please note: the story uses some older terms, for US friends a fanny in the UK is an older alternative name for a pussy, rather than reference to someone's ass, we also spell some things differently.

Best Wishes, Satin.

***

Best friends George and Rob looked out to sea, maligning the fact they weren't out there fishing with their fathers and uncles on the small fishing cobles. They would have usually been offshore most days; as it was the boats were short of the shell fish used to bait the lines, so they hadn't sailed with the small fleet of 20 boats that morning. Instead they were tasked with collecting as much fishing bait from the rocks as they could during the low tide.

The two eighteen year olds looked out to sea, it was a grand day to be offshore. They were both unhappy to be chosen, leaving their boats fishing with only 2 men aboard instead of 3. Neither were too concerned about the distant clouds, which barely marked the golden dawn horizon with a hint of grey.

It was a tranquil setting on the north east coast. The beauty of it was often misleading; the sea could be an unforgiving master. This was well before the introduction of motors and digital navigation, none of the fishermen used charts, it was all handed down knowledge. They knew this area of coast including the tides, rocks and fishing grounds like the back of their hands. Countless generations of their families had lived here. A close knit community that relied upon each other earning a hard living in hard times. The family connections within the community were bewildering, all with a shared history and sense of togetherness.

The fleet noticed the clouds building with little concern, most had sailed out to the far fishing grounds, but a couple had stayed closer to shore to check pots for crabs and lobsters. The weather changed rapidly and a severe squall broke from the north west hitting the fleet, it didn't sweep over them as usual, quickly escalating into a full storm. The fleet abandoned their gear and turned for home but the wind was against them, waves picked up and began crashing over the planking. They were in severe trouble now and every single one of them knew it.

***

George and Robert got caught in the storm; they'd never seen the weather change so dramatically before. They were rushing back home knowing the lifeboat would be needed. Then they spotted the two cobles which had been potting just offshore, Rob was sure they were his father and uncle's boats, sensibly they were heading toward the beach rather than trying to make it back to the harbour. Even then it was touch and go, they lost sight of the small vessels fearing the worst. Suddenly they appeared, cresting a huge wave and crashing onto the shore. Robert was relieved to see his father and uncle, he and George waded in to help the four crew push the boats as high onto the beach as they could manage.

The men look relieved but it was short lived as Rob's father spoke, "Quick lads, we need to get home and launch the lifeboat."

They made their way back to their small harbour. Rob had never seen the weather move in so fast. Under sail and oars, the small fishing fleet would struggle to make headway in the gale pushing them offshore. By the time they got to the boathouse the fisher-wives had hauled the sturdy lifeboat out ready. But nearly all of the crew and the experience men were at sea.

The six of them weren't enough, despair turned to relief as some men arrived. The arrivals were coal miners from the local colliery, strong men but not used to the sea or rowing a boat, and certainly not into the teeth of a storm. They made up a scratch crew supplemented by the retired coxswain of the lifeboat and donned their cork life-vests.

Bravely they launched into the face of the maelstrom, Rob's dad at the helm. The fisher-wives waded in to help keep the vessel straight into the crashing waves. Rowing hard they struggled to make any headway and were almost cast back onto the beach before finally finding purchase for the oars. They almost capsized again overcoming the sandbar at the harbour mouth and its breaking waves, thankfully the sturdy boat kept them afloat. Rowing hard and steady together, they made slow progress. Robert and George shared a look: the chances of finding anyone let alone saving them were virtually nil... but still they carried on.

The wives prayed that the lifeboat would find the fleet, and then prayed the lifeboat would return... it had the few remaining fishermen aboard. Would they valiantly save their family members, or had they just launched even more men to their doom!?

***

A bedraggled lifeboat returned some 12 hours later, rowed slowly ashore by the blistered and bloodied hands of exhausted men in a now eerily calm sea. Their only gain had been to recover two bodies, which lay in the bottom of the boat.

Rob turned to his friend as they drew in, "I am sorry about your father George, maybe there is a chance someone else picked them up."

There was no response, just a nod of acknowledgement before George replied, "So many have gone, your brother William wasn't much older than us!"

They both looked at Williams's body lying in the bottom of the boat, thankful a coat was covering his ashen face.

***

Twelve boats and 30 men and boys were all lost in what became known as 'the darkest day'. Everyone had lost members of their family, the village and its way of life was decimated. Hardly any of the fishermen could swim; they took a fatalistic view of drowning as sea, it was better to go quickly than prolong the inevitable. Loss of life was common, but never had virtually the whole fishing fleet and all of the adult male population been wiped out. The whole coast had been hit; all of the villages were united in suffering.

They buried the bodies they had recovered and the ones that drifted ashore days later, some were hard to recognise, the distinctive fishing jumpers or 'guernsies' identified which family they were from, most weren't recovered. A mourning period of three months was announced with everyone wearing black.

Already some small fishing villages were being abandoned and the poor house beckoned, especially for the many widows with young families and no income.

The village met and led by Rob's father made plans to pool resources, make communal meals and begin fishing again. Boys as young as 12 would leave school and fish with the few experienced hands remaining, some retired men went back to sea and they planned double trips. George and Rob would now be skippering boats which had been hauled out at the time of the disaster.

There was nothing to spare but the small community limped along, with little time for continued mourning. They had to get busy surviving, it was the only choice.

After a couple of months some disagreements broke out, wives accusing others of throwing themselves at the few remaining men. This was no lust driven flight of fancy, survival depended on a man who could earn money. The communal approach allowed them to survive for now, but their lives depended on longer term options.

Rob and George become the centre of attention; women were looking at them differently and were becoming friendly... very friendly. Two female voices talking on the opposite side of Rob's back yard wall provided the explanation. They were his neighbours Margaret Baker and Christine Jackson, both widowed by the disaster.

"Well we have to do something; we are barely surviving as it is!"

"He's handsome and nice enough, but I couldn't go for him, he is just a boy."

"So what, you'd soon make him a man. Can you imagine that, having a young man to educate, my husband was overbearing, I'd love the opportunity to mould a young man into the perfect husband... and lover. And I have seen him looking at you."

Margaret blushed at the thought, "I couldn't bed him, he is only 18 and I'm 27. Anyway what are you going to do, you're in the same boat."

"Yeah but I'm older at 40, if I thought I'd have a chance I would have already had him in the saddle. No I was thinking more about his uncle; I'd be a younger woman for him!"

"Don't let Peggy hear you say that, she'd skin you alive."

"Actually I was thinking of asking Peggy first, maybe she'd be willing to share."

"You can't be serious!"

"I know the committee have talked about it, allowing guys to take on a second family. And if a man does that he is entitled to some rewards after all. It sounds strange but it's a practical solution, me and Peggy could share the work and looking after the kids, it's so exhausting doing it alone."

The voices faded into the distance as they walked up the back street, the thought of Margaret Baker bedding him was a very pleasant idea, she was a very attractive woman with a huge chest.

***

After the following committee meeting, they village gathered to hear an announcement.

Rob's father stood and spoke, "Despite the communal support, we have families on the verge of entering the poor house! There are no state benefits available and the church has provided little other than prayers for the 20 widowed women.

Therefore it is proposed, that any widow who wishes to, can express a desire to be supported by the remaining single or married men. Married men will take on an additional family and will be expected to provide and support them. All men aged 17 or over will marry, the committee will approve all new liaisons, priority will be given to those widows with children under 7 years old."

There was initial shock, before murmurs escalated to shouts and complaints. It soon turned into a verbal mêlée.

Rob's uncle shouted over the top of the noise, "Go home, and think about it... everyone has a choice in this! We will deal with your questions at the next meeting."

The village spoke of little else for weeks, initial strong objections eased with the lack of any alternatives and needing pragmatic solutions for the families. The horrors of the poor houses were well know and needed to be avoided at all costs.

***

It was a few weeks later when George almost bumped into Rebecca Lisle in the back lane, she must have been about to come in to see his mother.

Her smile was dazzling, "Would you like a cup of tea George, if you're not in a hurry?"

"Yeah sure, ermm thanks!"

He followed her into the cosy cottage and exchange pleasantries about family and friends as she served up the brew.

"Ok George, I'll come straight to the point; I wanted to ask if there would be any

point in expressing an interest with you."

"Oh right, that's a surprise Mrs... Rebecca."

"I understand if you have doubts and realise at 32 I am older than some of your other options."

George suddenly became tongue tied, "Well that doesn't matter... I mean you're very pretty and I am very flattered."

"Well that's a good start then, I was thinking I could give you a little sample if you'd like that George?"

With that she undid the buttons on her dress and pushed it down to her waist, and then she unlaced her corset exposing her breasts. George couldn't take his eyes off her, his mouth hung open and his cock sprung to life.

"Today is just a sample of what is possible, there are many, many other delights. I hope you like what you see George?"

She walked up and kissed him, as her tongue slid into his mouth she reached down and felt his bulge, breaking the kiss Rebecca whispered, "Oh you do like me, how wonderful!"

With that she dropped to her knees and unzipped him, "Oh my George you are such a big boy, that is a beautiful cock!"

He couldn't believe his respectable neighbour had used that word and that she was on her knees and topless in front of him. Before George knew it his cock was in her mouth and he was in heaven. He didn't think anything could feel better than this, until he saw her cheeks hollow and she actually started sucking... hard.

George tried to warn her that he was close; she didn't flicker and swallowed it all as he shot his load into her mouth. Rebecca smiled as she stood back up and jiggled her breasts; George watched them being squeezed back into her corset and dress.

He stood in stunned silence before remembering to tuck himself away.

"Think about it George, I will always keep your balls empty... it's my job as a wife."

***

George met up with Rob, "Look don't say anything but Rebecca Lisle did something for me the other day."

"Oh like what?"

"She sucked my cock, right there in her kitchen, it was amazing! Then she said I could have that and so much more every night if I chose her."

"Jesus, she is a beauty as well."

"I've got to say it's tempting, but I was courting Jenny Myers before all of this happened and we were planning on getting married."

"Yeah Jenny is nice, but Rebecca is like... all woman and experienced. They are talking about us having two wives, maybe you could have them both!"

"Jesus, not sure I could handle that, anyway Jenny isn't a widow. What about you?"

"Well I told you about hearing Margaret Baker and Mrs Jackson talking. Elizabeth Richards expressed an interest, but her husband was big Philip Richards and I'm not sure I want to try and fill his boots."

"She is a bit of a battle-axe as well, always giving me wrong when I was younger."

"Yeah... but I sort of like that she's bossy, I'd be doing as I was told with her."

George laughed, "Yeah there is that, honestly I couldn't believe how awesome Rebecca looked! I can't stop thinking about her!"

Rob sighed, "My final option is just weird; my family want me to marry my brother's widow... Mary, it would mean a wage for her and my two nieces. She's a really lovely woman but it feels very strange, I never saw her in that way!"

"Oh shit, that's a tough call, to be a widow at 25 and have two kids to look after without an income is impossible."

"Yeah we're helping and she is doing line baiting to earn some money but it doesn't stretch far. What will happen to your mum and younger siblings if you move out George?"

"She said she needs to find a partner to look after her."

"Oh really, I wouldn't mind looking after your mum."

"Sod off you twat, anyway I think your dad might have beat you to it..."

"What, no way!?"

"Yeah her and your mum are best friends and have been as thick as thieves. Then I saw your dad leaving our house, mum looked a bit flustered when I went in, so I asked if she was alright. She said she was fine and had been discussing arrangements with your dad. I asked if he was going to look after her and she admitted it made sense, her and your mum get one well."

"Jesus I had no idea, are you ok with it."

"I guess so, none of us have many choices and your dad is a decent man, she could do far worse. I think my dad would have wanted him looking after her or at least keeping her safe."

"We will be lucky to survive for long anyways. My dad and uncle are going to take separate boats and they are talking about us skippering out our own boats as we have more experience than most of the others. I know a bit but not enough!"

"Don't worry, we will all be fishing together as a fleet, your dad and uncle will still be able to keep us right, they know what they are doing."

"You know I asked them why they weren't with rest of the fleet on that day, dad said he just had 'a feeling', he asked around but none of the other skippers were worried, only my uncle paid any attention to him. He begged William to stay in shore but he insisted he had to earn some money after a few lean catches. I think that's why we were kept ashore to look for bait; he was worried something was going to happen. He always says to trust your instincts."

"Bloody hell, we owe him our lives!"

"Who knows how long that will last. Still though, might as well live for the day. Maybe I should pop in and see Rebecca Lisle's kitchen."

"No way, she is mine!"

"Oh is she now!"

***

George saw Rebecca Lisle talking to his girlfriend Jenny the following day, that was disconcerting given his experience in her kitchen. What was worse was that they seemed all too familiar. They approached him in a way that made him concerned.

Rebecca led the conversation, "George I appreciate my invite provided you with a dilemma, I spoke to Jenny and she is worried about losing you. We don't want to fight over you, so we have an amended proposal. When Jenny turns 18 next month, you both move in with me!"

Her matter of fact approach to such a messed up scenario threw George and he stumbled over his reply.

"I, I don't know what to say," he turned to look at Jenny unable to fathom her feelings on the subject, "Is that what you would like Jenny."

Jenny nodded, "In the circumstances it seems like the best option."

Rebecca smiled in return, "Just think about it George and remember my kitchen, I would love to help you and Jenny discover each other. We've talked to the committee and they have agreed even though Jenny isn't a widow, as I have children to support."

Both George and Jenny blushed as Rebecca smiled in delight, "We can make this work, we get on and me and Jenny can keep each other company when you're off shore fishing.

It was a month later when all three of them were in Rebecca's bedroom for the first time.

"First things first, this is his cock, as you can see he is already aroused as it is hard. The best stimulation is inside your mouth, but stroking him like this works, as does rubbing it between your breasts like this."

George groaned, "Oh my God Rebecca, give me a chance of lasting."

"See... he really likes that, now try with your mouth."

Jenny opened her mouth tentatively, taking George's cock inside. It didn't have a strong taste and felt fine, she enjoyed how it pulsed and had a rather obvious impact on George as he began moaning loudly.

"We're lucky Jenny; George's cock is nice and big and gets very hard. Remember to keep your teeth out of the way, it's very sensitive. Also you can cup his balls like this or stroke his shaft. Yeah that's it, good girl."

George looks up seeing stars even though they were inside. "That feels perfect Jenny, Jesus it's oh soooo good."

"You can tell how close he is by how he reacts; we'll finish him off with our hands so you can see what an ejaculation looks like!"

With that Rebecca keep stroking George harder and harder, "Squeeze his balls that will send him over. He'll love this, let him cum over you!"

George let out a huge groan as sperm erupted form his cock, Jenny got a surprise and jumped back as it hit her in the face, Rebecca took the next shot before pointing it back at Jenny and then back at her again to finish on her breasts.

Jenny was stunned; she had no idea cocks did that! Rebecca provided a cloth and wiped her face, "That's what happens when he is inside of you, that sperm is what can get you pregnant."

"All of that goes inside me!"

"Yes dear and you'll come to love it. Now we'll give him a little time to recover and get a drink and then we'll get him inside of you."

After a short rest and drink Rebecca announced, "Right... no time like the present, now let us see your quim Jenny."

Jenny lifted her nightie tentatively as Rebecca and George looked on,

"You look delightful Jenny and you have George hard again, now lie back on the bed and we'll get him on top of you."

George positioned himself above Jenny, taking his time to kiss her and enjoy her firm young body. No one had touched her breasts before, let alone lick and suck on them; it felt really nice, as did all of the kissing.

"She is ready George; remember be gentle, ease into her."

Jenny held her breath, feeling the head of George's cock nudging at her entrance. She tried to relax, with a push forward she felt a sharp pain and cried out, George froze as Jenny held his hips still.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

Rebecca seemed delighted and took Jenny's hand, "It's perfectly natural George you just took her maiden head! Breathe through it Jenny, it only happens once and the pain will pass in a moment, tell George when you're ready to continue."

After a few more seconds Jenny nodded toward George and squeezed Rebecca's hand. George withdrew before feeding more of himself into her. The feelings were sensational, like his whole body was enveloped in the same heaven as his cock.

Rebecca continued to encourage them, "Oh my word Jenny, look at you losing your virginity, how exciting... you're a woman now."

George made love to Jenny slowly enjoying every slight movement, for Jenny it was a revelation, she had heard horror stories and didn't believe sex could be this good. She was going to want to do this a lot and was lucky to have Rebecca guiding her.

"Focus on your wife tonight George, she comes first, I'll wait my turn."

***

The following day, Rebecca smiled at Jenny, "It looks like our husband is horny again, would you mind if I sort him out?"

"Ermm ok, I guess it is your turn after all."

Rebecca lifted her skirts and bent forwards over the kitchen table, "Go on stick it in George!"

He didn't need to be asked twice, as George drove his cock into her urgently she moaned and started shouting, "Yes George, lay it into me honey."

Jenny looked on bemused at her comments and shouting, Rebecca laughed in reply, "It doesn't always have to be slow and sensuous; you're allowed to enjoy it girl and you need to tell your man when he is doing a good job."

George got Rebecca's attention back with a hard thrust, "Yeah honey... ram it in there, mmmhmmm claim your elder wife!"

With Rebecca's continued encouragement, George ploughed into her repeatedly, giving her everything he had. It wasn't long he finished inside of her.

***

George arrived home to find Rebecca and Jenny in bed, what was surprising was that Rebecca had her head buried in Jenny's fanny, who was clearly enjoying the act.

Rebecca turned as George entered, "Well it seems our new wife likes tipping the velvet but thank god you're here, I need your cock in me."

George wasn't going to turn that offer down; he quickly stripped and buried himself inside her. He proceeded to fuck her hard as she licked and sucked Jenny. Jenny's little death or orgasm sent George into overdrive and he burst inside of Rebecca, his cock buried up to the hilt. They collapse together afterward.

George was left confused, "What exactly was that?"

"Well we read a book called tipping the velvet, it describes 'mineretting', where a woman uses her mouth and tongue to arouse another woman and bring her to orgasm. So we experimented this afternoon... safe to say it was a success.

"Is it just for women or can I do it."

"Oh it is absolutely encouraged for men to do it, in fact, it is said to add bliss to any marriage. We'll teach you how to lick your wife's fannies properly!"

George really enjoyed his first lesson in eating pussy; Rebecca physically demonstrated what he needed to do on Jenny. He was a quick and eager student as Jenny writhed and squealed in orgasm, looking totally stunned and exhausted by the end.

The following night was even more bizarre, when George walked in Rebecca was forcibly holding Jenny's arm up her back.

"She's been bad playing with herself... she needs to be punished."

"Oh and how do you suggest I do that?"

"Put her over your knee and spank her, show her who is the man of the house."

George saw Jenny's little smile as Rebecca finished talking, "Right young lady, lift your skirts, knickers down and get over my knee."

She did as instructed and George admired her firm peach of bum, he also enjoyed how it rippled and felt once he started spanking it. Rebecca was enjoying it, counting out the spanks and suggesting that Jenny should take another ten!

"Be quiet woman or it will be you over my knee."

"Promises, promises!"

***

Rob couldn't believe how much attention he was getting, it was hard to resist the mature women flinging themselves at him. He was seeing more and more of Mary at home talking to his mum, He knew what was coming as they sat down for the inevitable question.

"Rob I am hoping you consider marrying me and looking after your nieces, I wouldn't ask but we are desperate. I know you and your dad are helping with the money, but if you choose someone else and have to support them, then I will be left destitute. It will be either the poor house or taking a job with the 'Laird' in the big house and we all know the price of that!"

"I know it's hard Mary, the way you look after the girls is amazing. I like you and everything; it's just that you were William's."

"I can't be his anymore and I need to move on to survive, if not you then I'll need to try somewhere else."

His mother looked full of concern and fear as Mary broke down into tears.

"Look I can marry you and look after you and the girls, but it doesn't mean me have to live as man and wife."

"Oh my God, you would do that for us?"

"Of course Mary, I want to look after you all on William's behalf."

A few days later they were married in a quiet ceremony; there was no honeymoon or even a wedding night as such. They managed a few hugs but anything more just felt awkward.

Weeks later Rob was surprised to see Margaret Baker and Elizabeth Richards sitting chatting to his wife at their kitchen table, Mary looked upset.

"What's this all about?"

Elizabeth waded straight in, "We were just reminding Mary that she needs to share!"

Margaret looked horrified, "Elizabeth, that's not why I am here! I was just checking the status of Rob and Mary's relationship to prevent any unwanted proposition."

Elizabeth tutted at that and raised her voice, "Nonsense, the committee decided sharing was the best way to survive and she isn't even meeting his needs as a wife. I certainly wouldn't be leaving that job undone Rob!"

Rob tried to hide his surprise, made easier as his anger took over, "The committee made it clear everything was optional and what I and my wife do is nobody else's business, now I'd like you both to leave... NOW!"

Margaret stood, all apologies, but Elizabeth looked annoyed, "Think about it Rob, I am more than willing to keep your bed warm and you wouldn't be disappointed."

Mary burst into tears as soon as they left, "They are right Rob, I am not a true wife to you... you deserve better!"

"Nonsense, I am happy that you're my wife Mary, it was the right decision."

Margret returned the next day apologising again to Mary. After that they became closer, sharing chores and child care as life settled back into a routine.

Margaret apologised to Rob for her and Elizabeth's visit, "Sorry Rob, I was getting desperate, Elizabeth went over board and I didn't realise we would upset poor Mary, she is such a lovely girl."

"I am tempted Margaret, you're an attractive woman but I wanted me to look after Mary and she's family; it's not a sexual thing but it's the right thing to do. She is vulnerable after losing William and if I suggested sharing I think it would hurt her too much."

"I understand Rob; you're a good man, she and the children are lucky to have you and need to be your priority."

Things continued as they were, the only thing difference was Rob avoiding Elizabeth's aggressive approaches and promises to satisfy him... repeatedly. He had to admit the sexual frustration was extreme, all the remaining men were getting plenty and women were still approaching him. Even his best friend George was in the midst of one women's sexual awakening while being guided and instructed by another. Somehow in this sexual paradise, Rob had ended up both celibate and working all hours.

***

Some weeks later Rob came home from the pub to find Mary waiting by the fire. She looked nervous before asking him to follow to the bedroom. Opening the door, there stood Margaret Baker in a full length white silk nightdress. The thin material clung to her, her ample chest and protruding nipples catching his eye, they moved with a glorious undulation as she stepped forward.

She smiled, "You were too good a man to suggest this, so we have decided for you; Mary has asked me to look after your needs."

"I, I can't believe this, but what about you Mary?"

"I know you don't see me like this, not in the same way as you look at Margaret. We're good friends now, the three of us can share our lives and resources while Margaret looks after your sexual needs."

"I am not sure Mary, this doesn't feel right, we're married after all."

"We both want this Rob, let Margret look after you."

With that Margaret leant in and kissed him, her mouth opened and Rob felt her tongue exploring, the kiss was mesmerising, releasing so many months of pent up frustration, he heard the door click shut as Mary left them alone.

His thoughts of Mary were superseded by his desire for the woman in front of him. Margaret helped him undress, Rob was so nervous, his body tense. He wasn't quite sure if he should try and hide his erection. That question was answered as she pulled his pants and underwear down, there was no hiding it now.

She smiled sweetly at him, "Is this your first time?"

"Well, yeah, I haven't... you don't have to do this!"

"Its fine, just relax, let me take care of you. I want to do this Rob and it's exciting to know I will be your first. Why don't you lie on the bed and I'll massage your back."

He did that, managing to adjust his erection to an almost comfortable position while trying to calm down. Controlling himself wasn't made any easier when Margaret straddled him, he could feel her soft thighs and the heat of her on the base of his back. She began needing the muscles in his shoulders, it wasn't relaxing he was too aroused but it felt good, the touch of a woman.

She eased up and told him to roll over, then straddled his stomach once he was turned. He looked up to see she was nude, the first naked woman he had ever seen... and she was mesmerising. She smiled as she began massaging his chest. Rob couldn't take his eyes off her impressive breasts, the were so full and seemed to have movement all of their own.

"Would you like to touch them?"

Rob's eyes lit up, cupping her tantalisingly soft flesh in each hand.

"Mmm I like you touching them, I want your desire."

"You look like an angel."

"That's about the nicest thing anyone ever has ever said to me; and trust me it's going to get better."

With that Margaret eased up and directed Rob's cock toward her opening, she guided him in slowly, the feeling for both of them was exquisite. As she sat back down fully impaled, Rob was panicking that he was about to cum.

"Don't hold back Rob I want it."

With that, Rob exploded... he'd never felt anything like it, gush after gush had him dizzy and lightheaded as Margaret milked him dry.

Rob was mortified, "I'm sorry it was so quick!"

"Don't be, I'm delighted with how you responded to me, and we have all the time in the world."

Margaret leaned forward and kissed him, "I loved taking your virginity, it was such a thrill."

Rob felt her weight easing off him, "No don't! Stay there, I don't want to loose this feeling."

"It's ok lover, I am not going anywhere and we can do it soon."

"I want to do it again... now."

"Well, aren't you full of surprises!"

With that Margaret rolled over taking Rob with her, he ended up on top of her, his still hard cock impaled in his... what was she exactly: neighbour, lover, future wife?!

Margaret interrupted his thoughts, "Take me again, I want you to make love to me."

Rob began thrusting into her.

"Nice and slow for this one lover, that's it."

Rob followed her every instruction feeling more in control this time, the woman below responding in an extraordinary sexual manner, squirming and pushing back up toward him. He was in heaven, he was finally doing it, making love to a woman.

He couldn't stop kissing her, deeply and with passion before both had to gasp for air.

"Oh my God, there, right there Rob, sweet Jesus yesssss."

Margaret was staggered, that had never happened before other than when she played with herself. She peaked just as she felt Rob's body tense and his cock pulse deep inside her.

***

Mary heard the extraordinary noises from the bedroom with mixed emotions. She was happy for both Rob and Margaret but had never felt so lonely. There was another sensation, yes it was definitely there... jealousy. Rob was her husband, she should be the one with him. Before he'd been her saviour and... family, now she realised that she felt far more and started regretting her suggestion for Margaret to look after him.

The three of them lived together, but feelings were uneasy. Rob was eager to bed Margaret at every opportunity and repeat that first glorious night they shared together, but he tried to remain respectful to Mary.

Now he had experienced a full relationship with a woman, he wondered how he and Mary could have a future together. It was a shame that they were more like friends, it meant she would miss out on the type of relationship he now had with Margaret.

For her part Margaret was worried she had damaged the harmony between Rob and Mary, clearly things felt uneasy and they needed a way to live together comfortably.

***

Rob came home to find Mary waiting by the fire. She stood and kissed him softly on the lips, that was a first and felt really... pleasant.

He looked into her eyes, surprised, "Can we do that again, its was nice... really nice."

This time the kiss was passionate, with tongues exploring; it took both of them by surprise.

"Do you want this Mary, do you want us to be a true couple."

"Yes Rob if you will have me, I've come to realise I love you."

"I love you too Mary, but what about Margaret?"

She took his hand and led him to her bedroom. In a repeat of their first night, Margaret stood in the same silk nightdress, smiling as she saw them still holding hands.

"Its about time you two admitted how you feel about each other, and I couldn't be happier. You won't be leaving this time Mary, tonight is for you!"

Rob watched as Margaret helped Mary undress, her slim nude body was stunning, with her flowing hair falling across her breasts, He caught sight of her beautiful red muff, the curl of hairs looked like the embers in a glowing fire, a fire bush he thought in amusement.

Mary put on a similar night dress to Margaret's; strangely she looked even more beautiful with her modest covering.

"You two look absolutely divine, I can't believe I am here or that this is real."

"It's very real Rob, now come and join your sister wives in bed."

Rob watched as they turned, their gorgeous arses giving a subtle jiggle under the thin material. He undressed, conscious of the two mature women looking at his body and his hard cock which was swaying about wildly. He jumped into the bed and they started kissing. Rob was thrilled to feel both women touching him, his own hands met delight after delight of soft flesh.

Margaret took Mary's hand and placed it on Rob's shaft, lapping hers over the top, then they began to stroke in unison, it almost blew his mind along with other things.

Margaret whispered in his ear, "Take Mary first, she's nervous."

Rob rolled toward Mary and kissed her, pulling her spaghetti straps down to lick her beautiful pale breasts and nipples. She raised her knees, the night gown falling to her hips as he took his position between her thighs. He kissed her again gently as he entered her, delighting in her soft gasp.

They made love slowly and deliberately, Margret watched on, sometimes caressing Rob's back or kissing Mary's cheek.

"You two look wonderful together, make love to her Rob... make her your woman."

He was now taking long deep strokes as Mary clung to him desperately, finally he erupted inside of her as her body convulsed. Rob collapsed forward and kissing her and thanking Mary for sharing herself fully and declaring his love.

They turned to see Margaret crying, "That was so beautiful."

Rob pulled them both into a cuddle; there was no way his cock was going down wedged between these two beautiful women.

Mary giggled when she noticed, "Looks like our man has enough for both of us, it's your turn Margaret."

"He might be tired from loving you; I had better do all the work."

With that Margaret got a leg over Rob and lifted off her nightgown. Her breasts as ever were extraordinary.

She leant forward, "Suck my nipples lover."

Rob couldn't believe his luck and did as instructed. After a few minutes she pushed him back and mounted him letting out a deep sigh. Then she began moving up and down, again Rob was mesmerised by the way her body moved.

She rode him slowly; Rob pushed up into her causing a squeal of delight. She began riding him harder holding his hands to her breasts.

Rob heard Mary giggling at the side of him, "She loves your cock and wants your cum."

Yeah that was enough to have him on edge, thrusting up into Margret as he shot his load with Mary encouraging still him... "Yes Rob, do it... fill her up!"

Rob woke up remembering his rather pleasant dream before realising he had two soft beautiful female bodies snuggled against him... talk about being in heaven!

The girls woke up smiling, "Good morning lover, you were amazing last night!"

"So were you two, thank you so much, I Hope that wasn't a one off?"

Margaret smiled taking the lead again, "We are your wives, you have rights to full wifely access, we will both be anticipating your best efforts in fulfilling your husbandly duties... and we expect satisfaction!"

Mary laughed, "Oh you're in so much trouble now, I'll go make breakfast while you look after Margaret again, do your duty and remember to save some for me."

Rob couldn't quite comprehend his time with the beautiful women or the fact he now had two lovers aged 25 and 27. They were experienced, confident and yet so feminine and caring. Touching and kissing became the norm with both women enjoying his attention. He felt proud to have either or both women by his side. Mary would wave him off to fishing and Margaret would be waiting to greet him on his return.

Their union was blessed in the community hall rather than the church, with Rob's vows swearing to love and care for both women. He looked at Mary, her beautiful curly red hair cascading down her back ending at the slim waist of her wedding gown. Her hair and build contrasted sharply with Margaret's, who had straight dark shoulder length hair and was much curvier, with an extremely feminine hour glass figure, he loved how her hips flared out, it was just so inviting.

That night was one of bliss, Rob worried about performing and with good reason, both women were insatiable and wore him down to a frazzle! He survived but only just, his groin aching for days after.

***

Rob and George sat looking out to sea, both in their seventies now...

"Do you have any regrets about what we did George?"

"None at all I married two awesome women I loved and feel lucky to have done so. And we survived all these years fishing... many weren't so lucky."

"Your right there, mind... we had a few close shaves! At least the fish were abundant after the fleets were decimated. I miss going off to sea, but it's a young man's game and my bones ache."

"What we did worked and families survived as a result. Some of the families broke up over time; but we all stayed together. Things changed, more outsiders came in and balanced the population, and there will be more changes in the future.

Rob sat quietly thinking before answering, "I don't regret it either and I love having such a big family, they live all over the world now. Our little village could have been lost to history. And we've enjoyed a good life together, I couldn't imagine living without either Mary or Margaret."

***

George, Rob and his father and Uncle maintained their relationships for the rest of their lives with eight good women and so many children it was hard to count them all.

Rob and Mary were the last to die, after that their story was forgotten and thought to be an old folk tale with little substance. But if you look closely in the 7th Century church yard you might just find an old gravestone with the markings worn away but which reads:

'Here Lies Margaret Taylor Born 1847 died 1915

And her loving husband Robert, Born 1856 died 1932

And his loving wife Mary Born 1849 died 1932

As in life, they lay here together, for eternity.'