The Wives (Bradley's Harem) Read online

  The Wives

  By

  Jordan Silver

  Copyright © 2013 Alison Jordan

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Prologue

  My name is Bradley Taylor111 my friends call me Brad.

  I’m considered an upstanding member of the business community, revered by many for my business acumen and my prowess in the boardroom, I’m a shark and make no apologies for it, that’s pretty much how I approach everything in life.

  In some circles I'm called suave and debonair, women adore me, including my lovely wife of five years, I'm thirty two, in the greatest shape of my life, with the world at my finger tips. My software patent that sold for millions my second year in college was still making me even more money everyday because I’d had the good sense to work out a deal in such a way that I still stood to gain from royalties among other things associated with the patent, which meant anything the company that bought it did with it I still made something, they did plenty.

  But that's not what this story is about though, no this story is about the secret I've been keeping for three years now, a secret that could potentially prove disastrous if the wrong people get wind of it that secret? The fact that I have not one but three wives.

  No not like that, I didn't marry one woman and then run off to another state and marry another, I mean I have three wives who live in the same house as I who are raising my children together, as one big happy family.

  It has been rather easy keeping our secret so far, much easier than I had first expected, that could be because my family lived on a four thousand acre spread far away from any neighbors and prying eyes and the fact that our children are not yet part of the school system though if anyone thought to look they’d see that my name is on all their birth certificates. We live a pretty normal life all things considered, even taking holidays together, though we tend to gravitate towards Europe where folks pretty much mind their own business and it isn't frowned upon too much to see a man out and about with his arms around two beautiful women.

  My wives and I are not part of any religious sect, this is just the lifestyle I have always seen myself living, so I sought out a woman who was of the same bent and started what I call my little harem.

  Chapter 1

  Janine, Marcy and Anna, are my women, each beautiful in their own right and each with a different need that only I can fulfill. Janine is my first wife, we've known each other since college, she's the stay at home motherly type whose only interest is in pleasing me, I need that. The rigors of the business world take a lot out of me and I need her soft kindness to decompress at the end of a long tiring day.

  Marcy is wife number two she's a little more out going than Janine; she's also my go to girl for business ideas, she's got a good head on her shoulders when it comes to investments and things of that nature and is one of the reasons our little family will be solvent for many years to come.

  She has a no nonsense approach to life, kind of a go getter if you will, that's how she ended up with us, she wanted me she claimed at first sight and after a few rough patches in the beginning when she first realized I had no intentions of leaving my wife and in fact wanted her to join our union she came on board.

  Then there's Anna, the name invokes thoughts of piety and wholesomeness somehow, but nothing could be farther from the truth. Anna is my little freak; after being married to my sweet Janine for two years before meeting and marrying Marcy, I met Anna one year later, so we've been together for two years now Anna and I whereas its been five for Janine and I and three for Marcy. Anna loves to fuck, not that the others don't but you've got to understand; my first two wives are in their early thirties and late twenties, Anna is twenty three, not a college grad like the other two and from a completely different background from the rest of us.

  She's wild and uninhibited and totally blows me over. Sex with her is always an adventure, where Janine and Marcy likes a good thorough love making session, my Anna prefers gritty, edgy fucking with a little pain and daddy kink thrown in for good measure.

  Between us we have six children Anna just gave birth to twin boys three and a half months ago, Janine has three a girl and two boys and Marcy has one boy. My kids, like my wives are my life, there's nothing I wouldn't do for any of them. That's why I try so hard to keep us safe; not many people would understand or accept our lifestyle no matter that it’s our choice, they'd either see me as a dirty old man or perceive my wives to be dupes. Nothing could be farther from the truth, these women are smart as fuck, they each knew a good thing when they saw it and latched on and that's not my ego talking.

  At six three a hundred and eighty pounds, coal black hair worn military style, aquamarine eyes, and dimpled cheeks I've known since my early teens that I was a heart breaker, if my mirror hadn't solidified the fact, the amount of pussy I caught from age thirteen up would've told me. Add my wealth and my winning personality and my wives had no complaints.

  My women like I said earlier are all beauties; Janine is the forty DD racked MILF with strawberry blonde curls that she wears long past her shoulders because that's what I like and angel blue eyes. At five seven she has an ass that even to this day I find it hard to stay away from and her lips always makes me think of deep throating her.

  Marcy is a little more slender, she's my amazon at five ten with apple sized tits that I love to mouth while I deep stroke her sweet pussy, and it is sweet. She has platinum blonde hair, pin straight that hangs halfway down her back and green eyes.

  Anna is a little bit of a thing, five three in her bare feet, she is the polar opposite of her sisters, her jet black hair and amethyst eyes always make people do a double take. Of course it doesn't hurt that she has a tight, compact body with a nice round ass and a decent mouthful of tit meat.

  It's five o' clock and I'm headed home, Friday means a relaxing weekend ahead and lots of play time. Marcy and I have a date with the hot tub later on tonight, she likes getting hit doggie style while the pressure jets pound her clit, she could cum for minutes on end like that. Because we didn't have any close neighbors noise wasn't really a concern for us, which is a good thing because my girls are all loud as fuck.

  "Janine I'm on my way in you guys need anything? Think carefully before you answer that because I'm not coming back to the city barring emergencies this weekend."

  "Well hello to you too, let me ask the others and see, or did you ask one of them already?"

  I heard the slight bite in her tone; as much as she was into our lifestyle she sometimes still had a problem sharing her man. This I understood, I'm not into sharing myself, but she'd agreed to this life with me and as long as none of them got out of hand I pretty much ignored their little flare-ups. Usually a good spanking or some time spent in the chamber quelled any insubordination.

  "Is there a problem?"

  She didn't answer me right away, which was an answer in itself.

  "Babe I don't have all day here traffic is a bitch and I'm almost to the turnoff do you have a problem?"

  "Did you promise Anna the new Tiffany's bracelet?"

  "Come again?"

  "It's just that...."

  "Did you just ask me if I promised to buy my wife something, have you lost your mind? Look I'll call Marcy or Anna and find out what we need if anything, when I get there you and I need to have a little talk." I hung up the phone, I hated dealing with these little fires but it was a necessary evil sometimes, it's only to be ex
pected when dealing with three very different personalities. Jealousy reared its ugly head every once in a while and though I tried to be fair sometimes something might slip by me. Like this bracelet, Anna is into jewelry big time, so I try to get her a nice little trinket a couple times a month, usually she'd find something on line and tell me about it. Janine is more into fashion bags and shit like that while Marcy is my sports girl. She has a garage full of ATVs and kayaks and all that other shit she likes dragging me to at least once a month. I try to find little things that they each like and do it with them individually though we spend most of our time together as a unit.

  I knew that fucking bracelet was going to be trouble; it cost quarter of a mil, no skin off my nose but Janine is a worrier; no matter how much I tell her we're set financially she still stresses over every big purchase. Marcy not so much because she has a better handle on our finances and Anna just thinks money grows on trees, but when your young hot as fuck wife clenches her ass around your cock, looks over her shoulders with those jewel toned eyes framed by wild midnight black curls and says 'please daddy can I have it?' You fucking cave.

  Shit my cock got hard at the memory of it.

  "Down boy it'll be a few hours yet before you see any action."

  I didn't bother calling again to see if they needed anything, one headache was enough.

  Pulling through the gates that led down the mile and a half lined drive to the front of the house I took in the scenery. Oaks lined both sides like sentinels on guard, the lawn, which was a pain in the ass to up keep, was well manicured and a nice green shade as far as the eye could see. The girls had planted their own garden which they added to every year or so and it was a beautiful riot of colors against the sandstone of the house.

  Our home was a monster, that's the only word for it, ten bedrooms and eight and a half baths. We needed all that space since we planned on having a fuck load of kids; we already had a good start with six, but with all the fucking that goes on around here not to mention the fact that there's no real birth control to speak of we're looking at a football team or more.

  Marcy was out in the yard when I went around hands buried deep in the dirt of a rose bush.

  "Hey babe." I called out before I reached her.

  I love that mischievous grin on her face when she first sees me after a long day. In three years it hasn't changed and I hope it never does.

  She was up and in my arms in the next second our mouths coming together in what would be a first of many shared kisses for me. My wives loved kissing and petting, cuddles too. It could get kind of crowded on the sofa sometimes and there was always the issue of who got to sit closest to me. I usually oversaw those things to keep the peace so we worked on a rotation sort of. Anna loved my lap anyway so sometimes it didn't matter unless one of the others were in a pissy mood and decided she wanted my lap to spite Anna

  "Your wives have been bitches all day, I'm hiding out out here, the kids are in the playroom bent on destruction; I'd head for cover if I were you."

  "That bad huh, wanna tell me what set it off this time?"

  "What always sets it off...you”.

  "What the fuck, I wasn't even here."

  "Figure it out stud." I was still holding her loosely in my arms so I took the opportunity to pinch her sides softly.

  "Why don't you tell me instead?" She squealed with laughter and tried to get away.

  "Quit it Brad you'll make me pee my panties."

  "So talk."

  "I ain't no stitch." She was gasping for breath as I pulled her back in for one last peck.

  "Okay then, wish me luck."

  "Uh huh, just make sure they don't mess with my spa night, I've been primed all day."

  I turned back to grin at her facetiously while passing my hand slowly over my semi hard cock.

  "Me too babe me too."

  Chapter Two

  I took a deep breath before entering through the kitchen, the room was a wide open space with an island that ran the whole length, there were pieces of each of my women evident here, little touches that spoke of their presence. Janine loved to bake, there was always some kind of pie or cookies to be found around here, and Marcy was a health nut as was to be expected from a sporty outdoorsy type and Anna; Anna brought the spice of the Caribbean with her. That was part of her heritage; my little violet blossom is a spicy mix of Caribbean beauty and English reserve though she was pretty low on the reserved.

  I saw the fire in Janine even before she noticed me; damn this was going to be bad. I knew each of them like the back of my hand, knew their moods. I'd better, because that PMS shit was a killer, I knew that wasn't her problem though since that's another thing I'm pretty up to date on. See to keep your woman satisfied you have to know her body, inside and out. I know that some women and this is true in the case of my wives, tend to be extremely horny in the days leading up to their periods, which meant with all of them starting only days apart my dick usually got a workout around about the middle of the month.

  "Janine."

  She turned accusing eyes on me; I know that look, I'd fucked up somehow in her eyes and she was going to nail my ass to the wall.

  "What's the problem?"

  The way she chopped into the zucchini on the cutting board I knew she was imagining it was my dick. Damn that's vicious.

  "I asked you a question." I walked farther into the room as I loosened my tie.

  "Why are you buying her a two hundred and fifty thousand dollar bracelet?"

  "Put the knife down Janine." She was going so fast I was afraid she'd hurt herself.

  "Now!" I said it in such a way that she knew not to fuck with me.

  Laying the knife down she spread her hands on either side of the cutting board head down.

  "Look at me love."

  She picked her head up, her face a storm cloud.

  "Don't ever ask me that shit again, ever, now I repeat what is your problem?"

  She huffed and folded her arms crossly.

  "I didn't know when I agreed to this that it was going to be like this."

  I held the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger to try to ward off the headache I felt starting there.

  "Like what?" Damn I didn't need this shit, I just wanted to come home spend a few hours with my kids, have dinner, fuck Marcy in the spa until she couldn't walk straight and get some sleep. I did not have time for this fuckery.

  "You love them more than you do me."

  Not this shit again, every once in a while Janine gets what I call the first wife blues, she starts thinking all kinds of crazy shit believing that I no longer love her, things that we've already been through over and over again; I don't know what else to do to reassure her to reassure them all that they each held a special place in my heart.

  "Come here babe." She was being stubborn and took her time getting to me.

  I pulled her in when she got close enough and kissed her hair; as much as I wanted to say fuck it I’m tired of going through this shit I couldn't take that route, I understood that each of these women had their moments, there were fears I'm sure, what if I woke up one day and decided this lifestyle wasn't for me after all? Marcy and Anna sometimes got pissed way the fuck off at the fact that Janine and I had an official marriage license while I simply exchanged vows with them. I'd conceded to take off the ring Janine had given me in favor of one they'd all chosen together. That had been a little rough going too but I saw the logic in it so that's that.

  "Sweetie, you agreed to this yeah! Did I coerce you into doing something you didn't want to do?"

  I squeezed her softly when she didn't answer me right away.

  "I don't like feeling like a fifth wheel Brad, I didn't sign up for this."

  "What are you talking about what fifth wheel?"

  "I'm your wife I should know about these kind of things we have three kids to plan futures for if you're going to be spending that kind of money on her then I'd have to look out for their interests."

  I
had to take a minute to gather my thoughts together because as often as we'd been here before she'd never gone there. One because she knew I would never put up with shit talk like that and two because she was talking out of her ass.

  I pushed her gently away from me, holding a tight reign on my temper, which was never a very pretty sight.

  "You want to run that shit by me again?"

  She couldn't or wouldn't look me in the eye and I didn't ask her to.

  "I don't know if I want to do this anymore."

  "What does that mean, do what?" Yeah this evening was turning out just dandy, that's what I get for having my mind on pussy all day long today.

  "I want to go back to the way things were." She rung her hands as she looked up at me from beneath her lashes.

  My heart didn't stop or anything that dramatic in fact quite the opposite happened; I have this strange phenomena that's been with me my whole life, when faced with certain things I go to a place of calm I get the sense that all will be well and I deal with whatever accordingly. That's what I was feeling right now, this was some sort of power play on her part and I didn't have to look too far to figure out where she got the gumption to say this shit to me. Her mother hated our lifestyle and though I'd never forbidden Janine to talk to her she wasn't allowed in my home around my kids. She'd had those privileges revoked the first time she'd spurned my son Jonathan because he was Marcy's; the fuck out of here, she must've lost her fucking mind.

  "You want out I'll write you a check for five million, I'll have the funds ready by tomorrow morning." Her eyes flew open wide in fear as I made my way to the entrance between the kitchen and the rest of the house.

  "That's it, that's all you have to say to me?"

  "Lower your fucking voice, I'm not doing this with you, I'm not fighting fucking Elizabeth Stanton, I don't answer to your mother. You didn't think this shit through too good babe, no one backs me into a corner, this is something you've always known about me. What? You expect me to kick my wives and children out of the house to please you; you've lost your fucking mind. I repeat you want out there's the fucking door."