This story involves a guy who after finding out his wife is 
having an affair, leaves the suburbs for a quite life in the 
city with his teenage son. However, country life isn’t 
always quiet when your past comes looking for you. If 
that’s not your thing, take a look at some of my other 
stuff at www.asstr.org/~Secret_DC_Guy. If you are still 
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   My House among the Hills
   
   Chapter 
   China Girl
     (MF, MFF, Asian, preg)
     
     There’s nothing like that first cup of coffee in the 
morning—the one you have when everything is still, 
besides the chirping of the birds in the gentle breeze 
rustling the knee-high grass on the hill. The only thing 
that can make that feeling better, is drinking it with 
someone you love. This morning Denise and I sat 
together going through a week’s worth of mail that had 
accumulated while we were at the beach. 
     It had been just over a year since she and her 
daughters, Maggie and Taylor, had moved in with my son 
Jonathan and me. It hadn’t taken much time to adjust, 
probably because the kids got along so well. They had 
been friends before our divorces and were able to pick up 
where they left off. Jonathan and Maggie had developed 
even more of a bond and were now a couple, though they 
kept their promise not to have sex and not to try to 
sneak into each other’s bedrooms at night. Taylor had 
always been mature, and now that she was 12 she was 
turning into a precocious teenager.
     Between Denise and me, things had moved very 
fast. Within a few months feelings had developed 
between us, and from those feelings little Tristan came. 
Our life was a little crazy, but we were a happy family of 
six.
     One by one, the kids started to trickle into the 
kitchen. Denise had gotten up early and baked muffins 
for everybody, but being teenagers the kids were picking 
around the kitchen trying to find more. So, Jonathan’s 
head was in the refrigerator when Denise read the return 
address from a letter, “Simeon Hall”. Jonathan’s head hit 
the top of the refrigerator as he asked if she was serious. 
The name was familiar to both of us, as it was my ex-
wife’s father. When Jonathan said something about never 
hearing from his grandfather, Denise commented the 
letter wasn’t for him it was for me.
     As I took the envelope I was puzzled as to why he 
would have written. Though he had never treated me 
with an ounce of respect while I was married to his 
daughter, he had set Jonathan and me up very well after 
the divorce. In fact, he gave us 10 times the amount of 
money I had asked for to keep things quiet, and he had 
provided for Jonathan’s education as well. While part of 
me was afraid that he had heard about my relationship 
with Denise and was going to renege on our deal, I knew 
the money had been a legal settlement and there was 
nothing he could do about it at this point. 
     I opened the envelope and looked at the letter which 
said, “Dear David, normally, I would say that I hope this 
letter finds you well. However, I’ve tried to keep tabs on 
you so I know things are well. Please do not be nervous 
or indignant, it is only that my daughter seems to have 
entered a terrible spiral. About that, you should not 
concern yourself. However, I feel that as Jonathan’s 
grandfather and as a man who respects you, I should do 
my part to keep her away from you and your new family. 
That being said, I have set up three new trust funds, two 
for Denise’s daughters and one for the new baby. The 
terms are the same as those of the one I set up for 
Jonathan. I consider you all to be family, so for this I ask 
nothing. Furthermore, as I feel that it is important that 
each person have some means of their own I have set up 
a separate allowance for Denise in case she has any 
personal expenses.”
     I reread the paragraph aloud, and everyone stood in 
shock. After it sank in Jonathan mumbled something 
about needing to reconsider the guy, and asked me to 
continue. I looked back at the letter and started to read, 
“I do ask something as a personal favor though, David. 
An old friend and business associate of mine has a 
daughter who was abandoned by her husband. As they 
are from China, this leaves her and her two sons in a 
particularly bad situation. She received nothing in the 
settlement, and she cannot go back to her father, lest the 
family lose face. Thus, I have arranged for them to come 
to the United States, but have yet to find a place for 
them to stay. Again, it would look bad for their family if 
an old man from a different country was to personally 
take care of them, so I need a good family that can help 
them get oriented to a new life in this country. I can 
think of no one better than you. Please consider my 
request, but get back to me as soon as possible.”
     Once again the room was silent. Just when things 
had been settling down in the house, we were being 
asked to take in another family. I looked at Denise to get 
her opinion. With a warm smile she shook her head yes. I 
didn’t even need to look at the three caring children 
sitting around the table. I knew what their answer would 
be. We would be having three more people living with us.
     Looking down at the letter one more time, I saw one 
last paragraph that read, “And finally, I make one other 
request. If he can find the time, I would like for Jonathan 
to come and spend a week with me. If he prefers, he 
should feel free to bring his sisters with him. Yours with 
all sincerity, Simeon Hall” It was not the invitation that 
struck everybody, it was the fact that my ex-father-in-
law truly recognized us as a family.
     A week later, Denise and I were driving back to the 
house after dropping Jonathan and the girls at a small 
local airport. My ex father-in-law had sent a private plane 
to pick them up and take them to New York. For a week, 
it would be just the two of us and the baby. However, 
there was plenty of work that needed to be done. Though 
certain immigration issues still had to be taken care of, 
by the end of the summer another woman and her two 
sons would be moving into our house. Hence, later that 
day we were going to meet Bob our contractor, so we 
could talk about another addition.
     When we explained the situation to Bob, he 
suggested that the wings be symmetrical. On the first 
floor of the addition he would make a larger dining room 
as there would now be nine people for meals. It sounded 
like a good idea, so we told him to go ahead with it. 
When he asked if the upstairs should be identical to the 
other side, we didn’t think much and told him that we 
wanted it exactly the same down to the last detail. He 
gave us a strange look but sighed and said he’d give us 
whatever we wanted.
     Our week without the older kids was more than 
pleasant. For the first time in over a year there were 
actually peaceful moments in the house. Mind you, these 
were while Tristan was sleeping, but it was still nice to 
have some time to ourselves. We realized that this was a 
feeling we may never have again, so we spent time 
enjoying each other’s company. Mornings consisted of 
taking our coffee on the back patio. Lunches were picnics 
on the hill. Bob’s wife even convinced us to let her watch 
the baby for an evening so we could go to dinner. And 
nights were spent exploring each other’s bodies in ways 
that couples with children rarely get to do. During that 
week, I realized that the divorce might have been the 
best thing that ever happened to me. If it hadn’t been for 
that, especially the way it happened, I would not be here 
with the woman I loved.
     We didn’t think much of it when Jonathan called and 
told us that rather than flying back they were taking a 
limousine. None of the kids had ever been in one before, 
so we thought it would be okay to let them experience it. 
However, we were quite surprised when the limousine 
showed up leading the moving van. It was Maggie who 
bounced out first, telling us that they had picked up a few 
things in New York. It looked like there were many more 
than a few things.
     Often, the children surprised me with exactly how 
thoughtful they could be. Jonathan had always had a 
good head on his shoulders and was more than willing to 
help people out. Maggie and Taylor were always grateful 
for whatever they were given and wanted to share what 
they could with others. So, it shouldn’t have been a 
shock when it turned out almost nothing in the truck was 
theirs. When they had asked Jonathan’s grandfather 
about what our new housemates would be bringing, they 
were told that the woman and her sons were coming with 
nothing. Her husband had taken everything when he left. 
When they heard that, the kids insisted he let them buy 
furniture. Impressed by their generosity, the old man 
paid for everything himself. Now, three burly men were 
moving beds, tables, chairs, and chest of drawers into 
the basement so they could be stored in until the new 
wing was ready.
     By the middle of August, everything was settled. Bob 
had completed the addition in record time, and had even 
helped us move all the furniture into the new rooms.  The 
kids had decorated the boys’ rooms in a way that they 
thought would “make them feel at home in America”. 
Denise and I thought it looked more like the stuff they 
liked than anything else. Denise had decorated the 
mother’s room, which looked tasteful and serene with 
everything designed to complement the pastoral 
landscape outside the window. In reality, we knew 
nothing about this family—not even their names—so we 
hoped they would find the rooms acceptable.
     Two Sundays before the school year began, we 
rented a 12 passenger van and drove out to the small 
airport. Eventually, my ex father-in-law’s private plane 
landed and taxied towards the small building that served 
as a terminal. As we stepped out onto the tarmac, three 
people disembarked from the plane. First came two Asian 
boys that looked only slightly younger than our older 
children. Behind them was a simply dressed but 
stunningly beautiful Asian woman. She carried herself 
with a pride and elegance that was unexpected 
considering what she had gone through. Something 
about her gave me stirrings similar to those Denise did, 
not as intense but similar. Scared of how my body felt, I 
desperately grabbed Denise’s hand. I looked at her as if 
to say, “I’m sorry.” However, Denise was staring at her 
as well. When she noticed I was looking at her, though, 
she smiled at me and said, “If you’re feeling half the way 
I do things might get interesting.” The fear of Denise’s 
reaction was gone, but a near panic about how things 
might get even crazier began to creep towards me.
     As the two families stepped together everyone 
politely bowed. I began the introductions by saying, “My 
name is David Bauman and I’m happy that you will be 
staying with us. Please let me know if there is anything 
you need. This is my son Jonathan. He’s 15.”
     Next Denise stepped forward and said, “My name is 
Denise Schultz. And you can talk to me anytime you need 
to. I know how hard this time can be. This is my 
daughter Maggie; she is 14. And this is my other 
daughter Taylor; she is twelve.” Then taking the baby 
that Maggie had been holding she continued, “And this is 
David and my son Tristan he’s four months old.”
     The woman looked at us quizzically for second. It 
seemed as if she were about to ask something but 
thought the better of it and instead started her 
introductions by saying in subtly accented English, 
“Thank you for your hospitality. I am Li Meiying. This is 
my son Li Kai. He is 12 years old like your daughter. And 
this is my other son, Li Quon. He is 10 years old. We 
hope not to be an imposition on your family.”
     With the formalities over I scanned the people 
around me Denise and Meiying were talking, obviously 
trying to feel each other out. Jonathan and Maggie stood 
next to each other on the ground introducing Quon to 
Tristan. What was most interesting though was the 
interaction between Taylor and Kai. Neither said much to 
the other, instead they just stammered and smiled.
     The ride home was uneventful, as was the rest of the 
day which mainly consisted of getting everybody settled 
into their rooms. After dinner Kai and Quon announced 
that they were going to bed early, since they were tired 
from the trip. As they headed for the stairs, Taylor 
bounced up from the table saying that she would make 
sure they found anything they needed. Maggie and 
Jonathan understood that it would be a good time for the 
adults to talk, so they offered to get Tristan down for the 
night. Denise said she had to nurse one more time, but 
suggested to Meiying that the adults meet in the solarium 
in about half an hour.
     It seemed like almost no time, when we were sitting 
at a table next to the Japanese bath/hot tub. No one was 
in a bathing suit; we were just there to get to know each 
other better. First, Denise and I told Meiying the whole 
story of our lives together. We held nothing back, not 
even about how our respective spouses had betrayed us. 
She listened intently asking questions occasionally. 
Eventually, she asked why Denise hadn’t changed her 
name when we got married. She seemed confused when 
we told her that we weren’t actually married, though we 
basically considered ourselves husband and wife. When 
she asked why we had not gotten married, we only said 
that it was complicated.
     Then Meiying told her story. It turned out that she 
had spent a significant part of her childhood in New York 
where her father was working. She attended college in 
Beijing where she met a Communist Party official’s son. 
They were married and had two kids, somehow getting 
around the one child policy. Everything seemed fine. 
Then one day about a year ago, he cleaned out their 
bank account and moved in with his mistress. Quietly, 
her family took care of her until the travel to the United 
States could be arranged. With as hard as the situation 
had been, Meiying still considered herself to be lucky. 
Over the years, she had grown to hate her husband and 
now was happy to be rid of him. In addition, she had 
always wanted to come back to the US. Though the 
divorce had been a horrible experience, it had given her 
that opportunity.
     As the conversation waned, I suggested that it might 
be a good time for everyone to turn in. Denise had a 
different idea though. She mentioned that we rarely used 
the Japanese bath and suggested that we enjoy it 
together. I thought it was a bad idea, but Denise insisted. 
When Meiying demurred saying she didn’t have a bathing 
suit, Denise said they could figure something out. So, as 
they headed downstairs to change, I started the hot tub 
function.
     About 15 minutes later I was sitting in the hot tub 
when they returned complete with a bottle of wine and 
three glasses. Denise wore a one piece suit, as she still 
felt stretched out giving birth to Tristan. Her brown hair 
was pulled back into a ponytail, which made her look 
youthful and spry. And needless to say her milk-filled 
breasts were huge. I realized how lucky I was to have 
her. Meiying also looked spectacular. On top she wore 
one of Denise’s white T-shirts knotted up at the side. On 
the bottom she wore a pair of cotton panties. Needless to 
say, she was hot.
     As we enjoyed the warm water and drank our wine, I 
was distracted by the two beautiful women with me. One 
was the woman I considered my wife, with whom I had 
just had a baby, who I loved more than I had loved 
anybody before. The other was this exotic new woman 
who would be living with us, raven haired Asian beauty 
who I felt incredibly attracted to. Denise must have 
sensed my feelings because she scooted over next to me 
and while pretending to hold my hand underwater began 
to gently stroke me through my bathing suit. As she 
worked me nearly towards the point of orgasm she told 
Meiying how happy we were to have her here and how 
she and her sons could stay for as long as they wanted 
to. 
     After we finished the bottle of wine Meiying yawned 
and said she needed to go to sleep. As she stood up I 
could see the perfect outline of her breasts through the 
white T-shirt, and the obvious outline of dark hair 
underneath her panties. I couldn’t help but stare as she 
walked away. That must have been Denise’s intention 
because she whispered in my ear that Meiying looked 
even better without anything on.
     When the other woman was safely downstairs, 
Denise and I got out of the hot tub and shed our bathing 
suits, as we did not want to get any of the carpet wet. 
Then she led me to my bedroom and pushed me back 
onto the bed. I was already rock hard from the play in 
the hot tub and she must have been just as turned on 
because she straddled me and immediately slid herself 
down onto me. Without even bothering to be gentle she 
thrust her hips back and forth moaning with every 
motion. As we both got closer to orgasm she looked me 
directly in the eye and asked me if I remembered her 
saying she wanted to taste another woman. When I 
nodded, she looked almost pleading and asked if she 
could try to taste Meiying. Though I had occasionally 
thought about Denise going down on another woman, I 
never considered that she was actually serious about 
wanting to. Though part of me was scared that she might 
prefer the Asian beauty to me, the thought of Denise 
between Meiying’s legs licking her pussy sent me over 
the edge. As I came, I kept saying yes.
     A few minutes later we were cuddling in bed 
enjoying the warmth of each other’s embrace. Denise 
always felt perfect in my arms, but today somehow felt 
even better. I loved her, and she loved me. However, I 
still had to ask her if she were serious about wanting to 
be with Meiying. Pushing herself back a little bit and 
propping herself up on her elbow, Denise said that she 
was but would only do it if I was okay with it. At another 
point in my life with another woman I probably would 
have changed my mind, but after everything that had 
happened, I felt secure in Denise’s love for me. So, I 
pulled her towards me, kissed her gently, and then told 
her that it was okay as long as she didn’t forget about 
me. 
     With an indignant look on her face, Denise pushed 
me back. It looked as if I had insulted her. However after 
a few seconds a sly smile spread across her face, and she 
said, “David Bauman, you are my husband. You will 
always be the first person in my life. I don’t want any 
other man, and I would never put a woman ahead of 
you. This is something I want to try, and she may not 
even go for it. But even if she does, you are my focus.” 
Then with an even bigger grin she continued, “And 
anyway, I want you to eventually fuck her too. Now let’s 
get some sleep before the baby starts crying.”
     Over the next few weeks, things changed in the 
house. Taylor and Kai spent as much time together as 
Jonathan and Maggie did. At first, this seemed to make 
Quon a little sad as his lifelong playmate was giving 
attention to someone else. However, Jonathan must have 
sensed this because he went out of his way to be a big 
brother to Quon. Maggie for her part must have spoken 
with Taylor because she and Kai started to include Quon 
in their activities more often. The five quickly became so 
close that after only a few weeks into the school year 
other children started referring to the five as brothers 
and sisters. I was most grateful that they all were good 
older siblings to Tristan.
     Things also began to change for the adults. As it got 
to be the beginning of harvest season, my accounting 
work increased. As the crops were sold, many of the 
farmers needed to see how much money they had to use 
for capital improvements. This necessitated me spending 
a good amount of time away from the house and even 
more shut up in my office. In a way, this seemed to be 
for the best because Denise spent much of her time 
consoling Meiying. For a woman that seemed so proud 
when she arrived with her children, our new housemate 
had fallen apart quickly. It wasn’t that she missed her 
husband or missed China. Instead, she felt as if she were 
failure—that that she had nothing and nobody would ever 
love her again.
     Even though I had gone through a terrible divorce as 
well, I sensed that any effort I made to help would be 
counterproductive. In reality, the divorce had been very 
good to me. I was rich and had gotten to keep the one 
thing that was most important to me, my son Jonathan. 
Denise, on the other hand, had been left destitute and 
homeless. Meiying could relate to her story better than 
mine.
     Though I remembered how Denise said she wanted 
to have sex with Meiying, it never occurred to me that 
anything might be happening. My only fear had been the 
Denise would forget about me or become unavailable. 
However, Denise was as attentive as always and the sex 
was better than it had ever been. She somehow 
managed to be both dominant and submissive at the 
same time, claiming me for herself with the way she 
fucked me but at the same time using her body to let me 
know that I was in charge. 
     Almost every night, Denise and I would have hard 
passionate sex. Often, at the end of the day she was 
tired from taking care of Tristan. On those nights she 
would lie on the bed with her legs spread and begging for 
me to pound her as hard as I could. Other nights she 
would kneel on all fours and take me doggy style, 
ramming her hips back into me as I pulled her hair. 
Occasionally though, she would simply come to my room 
and push me down on my back. She would use her 
mouth to get me excited. Then she would straddle me 
and thrust herself back and forth powerfully until she 
collapsed on me, spent from orgasm.
     What should have been a tipoff, though, was the oral 
sex, or lack thereof. While Denise was still more than 
willing to use her mouth on me, she seemed less 
enthusiastic about me giving oral sex to her. It wasn’t 
that she didn’t enjoy it. Instead, what seemed at one 
time to have been a requirement became something 
more optional. What was more important to her was that 
I should be inside her. Anything other than that was her 
serving me.
     As Meiying began to adjust to her new life, with 
much assistance from Denise, autumn became a joyful 
time at our house. Though still a few months away, 
everyone looked forward to the holidays. Before that, 
however, we had four birthdays to celebrate. Denise and 
Jonathan had birthdays in early and late November 
respectively, while Meiying and I had birthdays two days 
apart in October. Rather than have separate parties for 
everyone, we decided we would have one big birthday 
party every month, though for the kids we would still do 
something small on the actual birthday. Our first attempt 
was the party for Meiying and me, which went very well. 
While it was just the family, there was attention enough 
for everybody. In honor of the new additions to our 
family, the children had spent time making homemade 
gifts for Meiying and me. Each of us got something 
traditionally Chinese and something traditionally 
American, all handmade. Though the adults had agreed 
not to exchange gifts, Denise implied that she had 
something special for me that night.
     Later, after the children were in bed and she had 
nursed Tristan for the final time that night, Denise came 
to me through her secret passage. As we lay in bed we 
kissed, passionately tonight. Then, after I was really 
worked up, Denise told me that she had a surprise for 
me. Reaching underneath my pillow, she pulled out a 
blindfold that she must have hidden earlier and covered 
my eyes. Then she got off my bed and walked across the 
room. I heard the closet door open, though it seemed not 
to be the one with the stairs to her room. I heard back 
across the room, what seemed as if it could be more than 
one person.
     When I felt a body straddle me, I could immediately 
tell it was not Denise. This person was lighter with softer 
skin. I also felt hair in the place that Denise shaved. As 
the body began to ride mine, it was with finesse and 
delicacy as opposed to the power of Denise’s body. 
Slowly, she slid up and down along me, sometimes 
making circular motions and sometimes taking my entire 
length inside and grinding. As I started to breathe faster 
from the feeling welling up inside of me, Denise 
whispered into my ear, “not yet.” With that, she pulled 
off the blindfold and I saw Meiying on top of me.
     It wasn’t shocking since a few months ago Denise 
had mentioned she wanted me to have sex with Meiying, 
but I was still surprised because I had honestly not had 
any indication that might really happen. However, now 
the Asian beauty was slowly riding me with a tranquil and 
satisfied smile on her face. Denise’s smile was even 
bigger, the kind of smile you have when somebody you 
love likes a present that you gave to them. And I did love 
this birthday present.
     Denise helped Meiying off of me. For a minute, they 
shared gentle sultry kiss—one that let me know it wasn’t 
the first. As they continued, their hands roamed over 
each other’s breasts and stomachs, and then down 
between each other’s legs. Slowly, they fingered each 
other letting out soft purrs between breaths. The scene 
was so hot that I almost forgot that I had been denied 
my climax.
     After a few minutes, the kissing stopped. Denise 
nudged for me to move over, and then helped Meiying lie 
in the middle of the bed with her legs spread. She kissed 
her one more time and then asked, “Meiying, are you 
sure you want this?” When the Asian woman replied that 
she did, Denise told me to make her mine, but also 
reminded me that Meiying liked it gentle.
     I got between Meiying’s legs and obliged the best I 
could. I slowly slid myself in and out of her, trying to 
keep eye contact the entire time. She looked up at me 
with a smile on her face as if to say that this was the final 
thing she needed to make her happy. Her hands clasped 
behind my neck as if to make sure I couldn’t get up and 
leave. All the time she kept telling me how wonderful it 
felt.
     As I approached my climax, I felt Denise scoot 
behind me. She put her arms around my chest and used 
her body to intensify my thrusts into Meiying. Finally, as I 
was about to shoot she whispered for me to come inside 
Meiying. That was all I could take and I filled the new 
womb with my seed.
     Afterward, we all lay in bed together with Denise on 
one side, me on the other, and Meiying in the middle. 
She was now a lover to both of us, but the connection 
was more than physical. A few months ago, she had been 
sent to us because she had nowhere else to go. My ex 
father-in-law had trusted us to take care of her. Though 
that arrangement was meant to be temporary, before 
they even arrived we knew it would be permanent. The 
decision was first made by our children, but now it had 
been consummated. She had apparently been Denise’s 
lover for some time, now she was mine too.
     After a few minutes, Meiying got up from the bed. At 
first I thought she was going to use the bathroom, but 
instead she knelt down and asked Denise and I to stand. 
I thought the she was going to offer me a blow job, 
which made me nervous because I wanted to save some 
energy for Denise. However, when we stood before her, 
Meiying bowed her head and said, “Your family has been 
so good to me and my children. You have welcomed us in 
your home and insisted that we stay. I’m forever in your 
debt. Denise, I know that you are his wife. You will 
always be his first, but I would like to be his second. 
David, if you will have me I would like to be your junior 
wife.”
     My household was already strange. Now, I had a 
woman who I had only known for a few months asking to 
be my second wife. I couldn’t even imagine the logistics. 
Denise and I had a great sex life, and Meiying would 
probably be downright exhausting for me. And how was I 
supposed to love both of them the same. Though we 
hadn’t really gone through it together, Denise and I had 
shared the same terrible breakdowns in our first 
marriages. As bad as Meiying’s divorce might have been, 
I knew I could not relate to her at the same way. I didn’t 
see how the situation could possibly work out, and I was 
now regretting the amazing sex we had just had.
     My hope was that I would not have to say anything, 
that Denise with think the situation untenable as well and 
find a way to call it off. However, when I looked over at 
her, she was smiling. She got down on her knees as well. 
Then hugging Meiying tightly she said, “I give my 
husband permission to take you as a wife. And I’m happy 
to have you as a sister-wife.” Then pivoting and looking 
up to me, she asked me what I thought. In a way, she 
looked like a child at a pet store, one who had just found 
a puppy that she wanted to take home. On the other 
hand, her eyes held mature passion which made it 
obvious that bringing Meiying into our family was as 
much for her benefit as for mine. If it was what my wife 
wanted, it is what I would give her. Extending one hand 
to each of them, I helped them stand up and then 
hugged them both.
     Sure that the night’s excitement was over, I turned 
back towards the bed. However, before I could take a 
step I felt Denise’s arms around me. With one hand she 
began to stroke me, while whispering in my ear that it 
was her turn. Though I was tired, I turned and kissed her 
passionately. As our mouths open, I pulled her towards 
me. I could feel myself getting hard again, with it gently 
being rubbed between our bodies.
     After a few minutes of passionate kissing, I turned 
Denise back to the bed. However, when I noticed Meiying 
propped up against the pillows and gently rubbing her 
clit, I realized I had already forgotten about my junior 
wife. Apparently, Denise had not though. Whispering 
something about it going to be fun, she slid onto the bed 
between Meiying’s legs. As the Asian woman removed 
her hand, Denise began to lick her pussy. It was obvious 
that this was something she had done before.
     At first I stood back, watching the two women 
having sex in front of me. But after a little while of 
enjoying her pussy being licked, Meiying asked what I 
was waiting for. When I gave her a quizzical look, she 
told me to fuck my wife. I needed no more 
encouragement, and got behind Denise. Sensing what I 
was going to do, she got on all fours. When I slid into 
her, she was dripping wet. As I began to slowly thrust in 
and out of her, she lowered her head and chest and 
returned to Meiying’s pussy. 
     As I began to fuck Denise harder, she let out moans 
that were muffled by Meiying’s body. Meiying was gently 
mewing as Denise licked her. As I reached the speed and 
tempo that she liked, I felt Denise’s pussy clamped down 
around me. She let out a loud grunt and pushed back 
against me. Almost by instinct, I thrust forward pushing 
her harder into Meiying. That in turn sent Meiying into an 
orgasm that made her buck her hips pushing Denise back 
into me. The sight of the two women and the feeling of 
Denise around me sent me over the top. Grabbing her 
hips pushing forward, I came deep inside my wife.
     A few minutes later, we all lay on the bed panting. It 
was obvious that we would all spend the night curled up 
in bed, but I had no idea how we would do it. Things 
worked out quickly and naturally though. And within 
minutes, Denise was spooning Meiying, and I was 
spooning Denise. In lovers embrace, we all drifted off to 
sleep.
     When I awoke next morning, Denise was gone. That 
wasn’t surprising as she usually had to get up early to 
take care of the baby. I was surprised, though, by 
Meiying’s body still prostrate next to mine. Even though 
she had demonstrated herself to be a strong woman, she 
looked vulnerable and fragile sleeping there with her 
chest gently rising and falling, her hair spilled all around 
a pillow. She looked beautiful, but at the same time 
foreign, as if she did not belong in the room or in my 
bed. It was sacrilege for a woman besides Denise to be 
there.
     I felt a body press against my back as two arms 
surrounded me. I felt Denise’s chin rest on my shoulder 
as she whispered to me, “She is beautiful isn’t she?” I 
grunted something in the affirmative, but Denise must 
have known how I was feeling. Trying to be quiet, she 
continued, “David, I know it’s awkward, but it’s going to 
be okay. I know you love me. And you know that I love 
you. Don’t worry about Meiying being here. I know you 
don’t love her yet, and you will never love her the way 
that you love me. But she needs us now, and needs 
somebody to love her. I already love her like a sister, 
give it time and you will find a way to love her too.”
     Before I could think about what Denise had said, I 
noticed Meiying was awake looking at us. At first I 
thought she might be upset, at which point she sat up 
and gave Denise a tender kiss. I realized that a dynamic 
was developing in my family that everyone else seemed 
to understand even if I didn’t. Smiling at me, my junior 
wife said, “David, I am not here to replace Denise and 
never want to. What I really want to do is help her make 
you happy.”
     It was a tender moment, and we all ended up sitting 
at the edge of the bed hugging with me shoulder to 
shoulder with Denise and Meiying sitting on Denise’s lap. 
Peacefulness was broken, though, by a crying from the 
baby monitor. Surprisingly, Denise asked if I would take 
care of the morning diaper and bring him up. It was 
strange because Denise seemed to like nothing more 
than taking care of the baby. But as a dutiful husband, I 
went downstairs to change my baby boy, cooed at him 
for a while, and carried him back upstairs for Denise to 
nurse. 
     When I got back upstairs, I heard the two women 
giggling in my bathroom. Tristan wasn’t crying so I 
thought I’d wait a minute to see what they were up to. I 
snickered to myself about what might be coming when I 
heard Meiying say something felt good and Denise say 
something was beautiful. Just as the baby was getting 
fussy, the two women came out of the bathroom. The 
first thing I noticed was the gigantic smiles. Then I 
noticed that, like Denise, Mieying was shaved smooth. I 
didn’t know what my face looked like, but whatever it did 
look like caused Denise to laugh. She giggled that I 
needed to explore it a little bit as she took Tristan from 
my hands. Then excusing herself to nurse the baby, she 
suggested that Meiying and I take a shower together.
     When we got into the bathroom, it was apparent that 
getting clean was not the first thing on Meiying’s mind. 
From the second we entered she was pulling me close 
and kissing me deeply. After a few minutes, she let go 
and sat down on the closed toilet. Smiling, she spread 
her legs and asked me how she looked shaved. I said it 
looked nice, but she asked me to take a closer look. Not 
knowing if it was a game or maybe her asking out of 
insecurity, I got on my knees between her legs and 
began to examine. Her body was truly beautiful, 
especially down there. Her skin was soft to my touch, 
almost as if she had never grown the hair that had just 
been removed. The contours of her body contoured 
perfectly too, with her vulva and thighs flowing naturally 
into her labia, which itself was perfectly symmetrical. An 
artist couldn’t have made a body look better.
     I’m not sure if it was her intention, but looking so 
closely at Meiying’s body made me want to touch her 
again. However, this time I kept focused on the region in 
front of me. Gently I caressed down with my finger, 
teasing every millimeter. After her first sigh, I let my 
tongue start the work. I softly licked her up and down, 
my tongue playing in every fold and lightly touching her 
clit on every pass. Meiying was obviously enjoying as she 
purred and gently rocked her hips. Finally when it 
seemed like she was close, I concentrated on her clit. As 
I did, Meiying thrust her hips into me and came hard.
     It took Meiying a few minutes to calm down enough 
to the point where she could stand. When she did, she 
smiled and said it was my turn. Turning around and 
bending over the sink counter, she presented herself to 
me. I was already hard from going down on her, and she 
was soaking wet. So it didn’t take any special effort for 
me to slide myself inside of her. Already knowing that 
Meiying liked it gentle, I didn’t go too fast. Instead I 
moved in slow deliberate thrusts, adjusting my angle 
every time that I went in to her. I saw her face in the 
mirror; her eyes were closed as if concentrating on 
exactly what she was doing. 
     As I felt the come building inside of me my thrusts 
became harder. Quietly Meiying coached me, telling me 
she wanted my cum inside of her, telling me that she was 
there for my pleasure. Finally, I grabbed her shoulders 
and pushed inside of her as hard as I could. I came 
almost as hard as I ever had, excited for knowing that 
this woman just wanted to make me happy. Only Denise 
had ever been better.
     For a little while, I held myself inside of Meiying, 
waiting until each throb had subsided. When I finally 
pulled out, she pivoted around and sat on the sink. 
Wrapping her arms around my neck she kissed me 
surprisingly hard for a woman who liked her sex so 
gentle. After a few minutes we cleaned ourselves up in 
the shower. I headed downstairs for breakfast, while she 
headed down the secret passage to her bedroom.
     When we were both downstairs, Denise poured 
coffee for me and tea for Meiying. I sat down next to her 
as she bounced Tristan on her knee. We leaned into each 
other and kissed, not with the sexual passion we did in 
the bedroom and not as hard as Meiying and I kissed. 
Instead we kissed like two people with a deep connection 
who felt completely comfortable with each other. I knew 
that no matter what happened between Meiying and me, 
Denise was the person I was meant to kiss.
     It was a Sunday, so the kids slept in. That gave 
Meiying enough time to finish getting dressed and come 
down to join us. Quietly, the three of us talked about how 
we would explain the new dynamic to the children. We 
agreed that it might be good to wait for a little while, as 
it might be a little bit much for them to take.
     It turned out that there was no need though, it 
seemed the kids could sense something was different. It 
started when Jonathan and Maggie came downstairs 
together holding hands. After looking at us for a second, 
Maggie exclaimed, “Oh my God! You guys just did it. All 
of you.” Needless to say, we all felt a little embarrassed, 
I even more so when Jonathan shot me one of those 
looks you give a guy after a locker room conversation. 
Things didn’t get any easier when the rest of the kids 
could tell something was different as well.
     I thought it best to let Denise and Meiying do the 
explaining. First, they talked about their relationships 
with me, and the roles each intended to play, stressing 
that they were both okay with the situation. Then they 
explained their relationship with each other. It made me 
slightly anxious that none of the kids seem to find the 
concept of living with somebody as a sibling and having 
sex with them to be strange. However, then it dawned on 
me that among the children there were apparently two 
couples. Finally, Denise and Meiying stressed that I was 
the man of the house and they were all to view me like a 
father. Though the children dealt with two mothers, each 
of them spoke for the other on matters of discipline. 
Denise’s children had to listen to Meiying, and Meiying’s 
children had to listen to Denise. I added that Jonathan 
had to listen to both. The new dynamic seemed like it 
would be hard to manage.
     Somehow though, things fell into place naturally for 
my two wives and for the children. Jonathan and Maggie 
seem to have talked to Taylor and Kai, because the 
younger two included Quon in their activities more often. 
The older two included him a lot as well. However, Quan 
became just as happy when he was helping take care of 
Tristan or sitting by himself and reading. At one point I 
asked him if he felt left out, but he looked at me like I 
had three heads. He explained that he had always 
enjoyed being alone, which was something he found hard 
to do in China. There were just too many people around. 
Here among the hills though, it was quiet. He figured that 
at some point he would find a special person just for 
himself, but until then he was happy to keep his siblings 
company. It had never occurred to me that he might 
think he was doing them a favor.
     My wives took very good care of me. Most nights 
both were in my bed, though occasionally each found 
reason to spend the night in their own rooms. We also 
tried to use the Japanese bath as much is possible, 
remembering how much fun that first night was. 
However, we rarely ever had sex in it, as the kids had 
started using it too. It was a bit of a pain to clean it after 
every use. 
     Outside of the bedroom things were great as well. 
Denise and Meiying took turns making dinner, so we 
rotated nights between traditional American and 
traditional Chinese food. They both put love into 
everything they made. Having help with the house 
allowed Denise to start substitute teaching again. She 
didn’t teach every day, and sometimes would go weeks 
without doing so. However, she seemed to enjoy working 
outside the house a little. For her part, Meiying continued 
to get acclimated to the United States. She said she 
wanted to figure out some kind of work to do as well, but 
through November and December she said she didn’t feel 
very well.
     In January, we celebrated birthdays for Taylor and 
Kai. They were both turning 13, and just by coincidence 
had the same birthday. Surprisingly, neither of them 
wanted many things for their birthday. The only thing 
they asked for was permission to be together with the 
same rules that Jonathan and Maggie had. I didn’t think 
it was my place to speak, as they were Denise’s and 
Meiying’s children. However, my wives said I was there 
father and needed to give my input as well. I told them I 
was skeptical, but was essentially ignored as they felt it 
was a great idea. 
     At the beginning of the birthday party, Meiying told 
everyone there would be a big announcement. I thought 
that no one had told the other children about Taylor and 
Kai yet, so I figured that that was what she meant. 
However, as the party went on it seemed that everyone 
else in the house already knew. In fact, Quan’s gift for 
each of them was a poem he had written about the other. 
Finally as we were all eating cake, Denise said it was 
time to make the announcement. Smiling she told 
everybody that there would be a new member of the 
family. Meiying was pregnant.
     Everybody in the house was excited but me. I had no 
idea what anybody outside of the house would think. It 
was a small town, and we were probably already seen as 
the strange family. Now it would be a pretty obvious 
guess about who had gotten the second woman in the 
house pregnant. Eventually, the happiness of my wives 
and the children wore off on me. It might be a crazy life, 
but it was ours.
     Winter became spring, and the hills around the 
house began to turn green again. Life was comfortable I 
had a great family, just enough work to keep me from 
getting too lazy, and a great cup of coffee every morning. 
Things were going well, and even better when I got a 
letter from my ex father-in-law. He had written to me at 
least once a month after he had first written about the 
trust funds for Maggie and Taylor, and about sending 
Meiying to us. He wrote to Jonathan even more 
frequently. Though neither of us could understand why 
somebody used regular mail anymore, we both found it 
surprisingly enjoyable to write back to him.
     Over their spring break, all of the kids had gone up 
to visit Jonathan’s grandfather. Apparently, the new 
household arrangement must have come up because a 
few weeks later he had written to explain that he had set 
up trust funds for Kai and Quon. Like Denise, Meiying 
would receive an allowance as well. It seemed that he 
liked the idea of having a large family to take care of. 
Though I hadn’t seen him since long before my divorce 
from his daughter and I only heard from him through 
letters, I had begun to grow fond of the old man. He had 
given us a good life, and seemed to make it better than 
ever turn.
     However, every time I heard from him I remembered 
something that he had mentioned in his first letter. My 
ex-wife, Beth, was in some kind of terrible spiral. I didn’t 
know if it was drugs or crime, only that her father was 
trying to keep her away from us. I was grateful, but 
somewhat skeptical that even somebody as rich and 
powerful as he was could keep a close eye on her all the 
time.
     My fears were confirmed a few days before school let 
out for the summer. The kids were in school and our now 
one year old Tristan was napping, so Denise and Meiying 
had said they were going upstairs to rest for a while. I 
doubted that they were actually napping, as Meiying had 
become more insatiable as the pregnancy progressed. I 
always did the best that I could, but after three sessions 
the day before I was physically wiped. So while my wives 
explored their lesbian sides, I was able to enjoy a second 
cup of coffee. 
     It wasn’t unexpected when I heard a knock at the 
door. When we started planning our yearly trip to the 
beach, Denise suggested that we get some kind of 
‘family’ clothing, like matching T-shirts. Meiying agreed, 
but added that we should have the kids design 
something. Finally after discussing it, I decided that we 
should make it a good-natured competition. A week later, 
my wives and I sat on the couch opening sealed 
envelopes and looking at suggestions. We ended up 
choosing Quon’s idea of matching beach towels with each 
person’s first name at the top and last name at the 
bottom; in the middle would be the letters B, S, and L 
intertwined like a logo on a baseball cap. Just below that 
was a traditional Chinese character for family.
     I opened the door expecting the delivery man. 
Instead, it was a post man, which was strange because 
he usually came later in the day. It turned out, that he 
had an overnight letter. After signing for it, I returned to 
the kitchen puzzled as to who might have sent it. When I 
saw the name Simeon Hall, I felt uneasy. My ex-father-
in-law wanted to inform me of something quickly.
     Luckily, my wives had heard the doorbell and came 
downstairs to find out what was going on. I opened the 
letter and read it to everyone. It turned out, that he felt 
we were in danger. Until a few months earlier, he had 
been paying an allowance to my ex-wife and Denise’s ex-
husband under the condition that they have no contact 
with us. Apparently though, the spiral he had talked 
about in his first letter had gotten worse. The details he 
had were vague, but what he did know was that they 
blamed us for their problems. When he found out they 
were planning to look for us, he had cut them off. As 
they didn’t know where we actually were, he had his 
lawyer ‘accidentally’ mention that we had moved to 
California. After that they disappeared. The letter 
continued, reminding us that we needed to be careful, 
and then ended by giving the phone number for a local 
private investigator who would assess the house for 
security.
     For a moment we sat there in shock. Based on the 
way they behaved from the moment we caught them 
through the point at which Denise left our old town, we 
knew that Beth and Mario were cruel. However, we had 
never considered the possibility that they might come 
after us. The idea scared us. So while Denise and I called 
our old divorce lawyers to see if they had heard anything, 
Meiying called the private investigator.
     An hour later the private investigator had found 
every security risk in the house. It was pretty easy for 
him to find them, because it turned out the private 
investigator was none other than Bob our contractor. 
Apparently, after leaving the military he had been a 
police officer for a little while. For reasons that were not 
exactly clear, he had decided to move to a small town 
and become a contractor instead. However, he still did 
the occasional investigating jobs if it didn’t take him too 
far from home and the money was good. Unfortunately, 
the only thing he could do immediately was put in a new 
alarm system. Several other features, would require 
major renovations.
     That evening, we explained the situation to the 
children. Kai and Quon sat quietly and listened, as they 
had no frame of reference as to what was going on. 
Jonathan was indignant. Even before the divorce he had 
felt his mother growing distant, and now that he hadn’t 
seen her for over two years he was angry she wanted to 
have any kind of contact with us. Maggie and Taylor took 
it the worst. It would have been bad enough if their 
father had ignored them after the divorce. However, with 
the things he did to Denise, it seemed as if he was trying 
to destroy them. Though his cruelty had in the end 
brought us together, they were truly scared of what he 
might do. For a while we all sat together, people 
randomly holding each other. No one was a Bauman, or 
Schultz, or a Li, and no one was a couple. We were just 
one family.
     Over the next few days, Bob installed the alarm 
system, which made us feel a little safer. However, the 
tension still hung over our house.  Ours was a small 
town, so every time somebody new showed up it was a 
matter of discussion.  I don’t know whether it was 
because of my heightened vigilance or something else, 
but it seemed as if more people than ever were passing 
through town.  Denise and I were careful to ask about 
the people to see if they might be our exes.  A sense of 
paranoia made it seem like everyone fit the description, 
but luckily nobody stayed long.  The only people who 
seemed to be coming around a lot were a young black 
woman with two children who seemed to be coming and 
going fairly often.  It was strange since our town was 
anything but diverse.  Of course that family was a mere 
curiosity and not at all our concern.  
     Finally, when the school year ended, Bob said he 
could get to the physical changes he needed to make to 
the house.  However, while he did that the house would 
be at its most vulnerable.  For a little while at least, he 
wanted us out.  Denise, Meiying, and I discussed our 
options for a few days.  We really had two options.  First, 
we could go to some place we had never been before 
where no one would suspect us of being.  However, that 
would have put us on unfamiliar turf—not a place to be 
when someone is looking for you.  So we decided to go 
with our second option, and left for two weeks at the 
beach.  
     
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