Warning, if you hate longer posts, you will want to move on. I was in a 30 year marriage with a prideful arrogant woman from a lower class background, and my background was even lower. It was luck of the draw and dynamic skill set that let me find my way into a surprisingly high paying job (well into six figures). It allowed my ex wife to have a life she felt she deserved, as opposed to her two sisters, a few years and several years older). All three were the type who used their vaginas to cast a wide net for the biggest prize in terms of husband/income, but for the two sisters in law that did not pan out nearly as well. Which is a shame, because they were both far better human beings than the one I married. As I got to know all three of the sisters, I did not realize that I was going to end up with the one who would never develop basic human decency. The other two were a bit more easy going, and definitely not as arrogant as my ex wife was. As soon as the marriage was done, big surprise, s** disappeared within a few years. I learned over time that it was not that way for my sisters in law, because they were not arrogant and did not delude themselves or anyone else as to their mistakes or foibles. While they were more open and chummy, they got more so when alcohol was involved. At a NYE party one year, since all three could start being pretty catty and snarky, my ex wife mouthed off at one of her sisters (the younger of her two older sisters) regarding why she stayed with her lower income producing husband. She fired back that if she couldn’t have money and a husband with a huge d***, at least she got the huge d***. The older laughed at my ex wife’s disgusted reaction, saying that it was a smart move because money didn’t soothe her when she had that need either. My ex wife told them that maybe if they were going to choose s** over money they should just be whores and still have both. It would have been far more brutal if alcohol had not brunted everyone to laugh it off. After my ex stormed off, the younger of my sisters n law said to me “well I hope you are happy with the money since you clearly don’t get s** from that b****”. I laughed it off to hide what I was feeling and thinking with that level of rejection from my spouse blatantly broadcast. A few weeks later, got a call from the younger sister in law suggesting a beer. Since there had always been general chum/pals status with both my sisters in law, the only unusual part was that it would normally have been a coffee thing. While I did not realize it, both sisters in law showed up, not just the one who had called. After general BS chatting, since both were nervous and into their third drink, I simply asked what was up. I initially swore they were just f****** with me. I will spare the entire conversation, and cut to the chase, even though this entire confession is about the greatest joy and fulfillment I have ever had in my life. The elder of the two proposed a deal where everybody was a winner. It was her idea that they, or at least one of them if I preferred, fill the sensual void in my life for money. I had no idea what to say. They told me that their mutual preference would be that the younger be the one that fulfilled the deal, and they would split the money as they saw fit. While they were both attractive in an everyday way, and we had a basic connection, it bottom lined as some kind of f*** buddy type thing for money. I was instantly on guard and against it, and we had a very long series of rules discussions over the following days and weeks, but eventually it started happening. It started simply with hand jobs but evolved over time into full s**, and occasionally because it built a very close relationship with my younger sister in law, we evolved into a thing where we were lovers and the money would be hers when she wished. While she was very very hesitant and unsure in the early months of it, I taught her that it was not about the money, that what we were sharing was far more fulfilling and appreciated and I was very grateful for it. No one ever knew beyond me and the sisters in law, all spouses were none the wiser, and everyone’s life improved beautifully. The money was never noticed by my now ex wife (ee divorced for other reasons, the lack of a functioning marriage in many ways), and my sisters in law banked their shared income and did not spend it extravagantly so as to raise questions from their husbands. While it was not for a few years, sisters being sisters, at some point the elder sister in law learned that I was not treating the younger in any way like a w****, but lovingly as a lover, and there came a day when the two conspired against me and when I went to spend an afternoon with the younger, it was the elder waiting for me. I was shocked but it was a lovely time, and the elder sister and I did not meet nearly as often as the younger and I did, but in both cases it was as lovers, and the money was never a thing to me. And beautifully, despite the divorcing of their little sister, these relationships continue to this day, nearly four years after divorcing their sister. If you were hoping for a tale of a t********, my apologies, it has never been of interest to either of us, just a shared private joke. We have had a rare dinner date with the three of us but none of us are interested and all of us deeply cherish the one on one bonds and quality time. My life is beautiful because of each of them. If you do need some form of sordidness to this, this is all I can give you. Once after most of a day behind closed doors with the elder, as I was about to grab a shower and run some errands, there was a knock at my door and it was the younger. She came in fairly aggressively and in no mood to talk and it was pretty intense full bore sucking and f******. As we caught our breath, I asked her if she wanted to shower with me, and she hid her face behind her arm as she lay next to me and confessed that for a long time, ever since the elder had joined the arrangement, she had had a fantasy she could not let go of…being with me while I had just been with her sister. She told me that she had always had a tiny fragment of perverse joy in knowing that she was bedding a man belonging to her sister, but that she wanted to feel depraved by being with me while her sister was literally still on my body in taste and scent. I told her there was nothing negative for me in that, but that if it was something she had so clearly gotten into and would probably want again, that we should tell the elder so that there was not such a secret between two of us. Each knows I will keep their secrets, but this one involved me and I did not want to lose either of them because of how it may seem. We told the elder a few days later and the elder actually laughed and found it funny and charming. The elder made a joke about turnabout being fair play, and that while she did not have the desire to smell or taste her sister on my body, she joked that her payback would be laying with her own husband then coming to me immediately after. I told them both that if they ever wanted to go there then it was theirs to have without further asking. The elder has done so more than once, the younger has not, so far anyway. So there is my confession which amazes even me but it is such a beautiful and wondrous core in my life. For it to happen to me, who is quite plain and definitely not well endowed, it is a wonder that I will always be grateful for.