So at the time we didn't know what we were doing. I lived with another girl on the second floor and he lived on the third floor. One night he came and knocked on the door and said he wanted to meet us. It was late and we were both ready for bed, but he came in anyway. The short of it was that he got my pants down and nailed me over the sofa. Twenty minutes later he nailed my roommate on her bed. There was no nice talk or anything like that. He was now in our lives.

He took over, he had us both for him, he had sex with us, after a couple of months he moved in with us and gave up his apartment. We were now his and he was the boss in our lives and that is how we lived. The apartment that we lived in had only one bedroom and it had two single beds. He slept in one of the beds and we generally slept in the other bed or one of us went out to the couch. He liked bent over quickie sex, he stood behind us and we bent over and leaned onto the bed and he had sex. One of us usually gave him sex in the morning and the other one gave him sex at night. Sometimes he had us in missionary sex. When he did it lasted a long time and he was very intense. When we had missionary sex we slept with him.

We got to the point where we could lower our pants, bend over, have sex and pull up our pants and go about doing our chores or studying. We called it chicken sex. When we left school to go live with him we were well trained and ready for it. We both went to work and we managed so save quite a bit of money, enough for a down payment on a house. When we bought the house he told us to put it in our name although he had the lion's share of our support and living costs, we were basically saving what we earned.

Once we were living in the house we got the idea that we should go ahead and have our kids. No chicken sex for that, we insisted on missionary until we were sure we were pregnant. We had two kids apiece and as luck would have it we each had a boy and a girl. We were set and we got our tubes tied.

I guess we were in our mid thirties and the kids were pretty much in junior high when a woman we knew told us we were lesbians. We were tied to each other. She was right of course, about being tied to each other, we had just never considered that we were lesbians, we were pretty much sure we were both very heterosexual, it was just that we were with the same man. But the idea or comment stuck and slowly, every so slowly we started to examine this. The major clue which was right under our nose was that we shared a bed In our bed we never had sex with him. Most nights we slept together, and had been sleeping together since those days in college.

Today, we are in our early fifties, we pretty much admit to ourselves that we have deep feelings. We are maybe platonic lesbians as our connection is on a deep emotional level. We have always seen ourselves more as sisters than anything else. We live with him, nothing has changed there, he is still the man and we are the women in the house. Whatever it was that glued us together is there with us today. But we are just as glued to him, maybe more.

We are women to him. And he is the man to us. We do not consider ourselves lesbians. We have always thought of ourselves as being polygamous as opposed to anything else. We never married as he would be a bigamist. It has been suggested to us that we the women get married, but what purpose would that serve. If the laws changed and we could both be married to him we would definitely get married. The first day it became legal. Not by law, but in all other ways, he is our husband and has been for thirty years.