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 Triple Trouble

   Looking back at it now, I can clearly see that all the basic signs were
there.  I hadn't recognized them for what they were.  It was only when the
miracles started to occur that I knew something was up.

   The first 'event' happened just after our third anniversary.  I totally
missed it at the time, but later on when I had reason to revisit it with
the crystal clear clarity of 20/20 hindsight.  It came around and smacked
me in the head hard.

   What caused all of this?  What single event led to my knowledge you may
ask?  My wife's new hairstyle to be exact.  When she got it trimmed and
styled it surprised me.  Megan was never much on cutting her hair, and up
until that day it had always been rather long.  I loved her long hair and
many times I'd taken care of it for her, hopefully letting her know that I
really loved her hair just the way it was.

   Over the next few weeks I figured that her hairstyle change was teaching
me a lot about triplets.  Why?  Megan is one of a set of identical
triplets. Not just triplets mind you, but identical triplets.

   Identical enough that for their first years their parents used to mark
the soles of their feet with the letters 'A', 'B', and 'C' with a sharpie.
There wasn't any other way to tell them apart.  After a while I think they
just gave up and hoped for the best.

   Back to the hairstyle...  Megan came home sporting the new look that
Friday evening after Thanksgiving, having spent the whole day with her
sisters shopping on the biggest shopping day of the year.  The first thing
I noticed was her hair.  She'd had it cut and styled, that was obvious, but
what really hit me was how the styling had made her look so sexy.  So sexy
I was stunned speechless at first.

   My first thoughts were, "My God...  this is my Megan?  Damn!"

   Not saying anything evidently caused her some discomfort.  Finally, just
as she was about to say something I found my tongue.

   "Who are you and what have you done with my wife?"

   I figured that would bring her pleasure, kind of letting her know I was
impressed with the hairstyle and all.  To my surprise, what I got was a
scared look at first, then it switched to a guilty look.  For a second I
thought she would turn and run away from me.  I saw her taking the effort
to control her emotions and I tried not to let on I noticed her fears.

   "Please say you like it, please?  I know I never told you I was planning
on getting it cut and all, but Melissa and Margo talked me into it.  I'm
sorry if you don't like it...  but it will grow back soon."

   Her words tumbled out so fast they almost ran over each other.

   I was surprised that she'd gotten it cut knowing how much I liked her
hair just like it had been, but at the same time I had never actually said
she couldn't or shouldn't get it cut if she wanted to.

   After all, I didn't own her, we were a simple married couple, and if she
got tired of her hair or something, I figured she could make those changes
on her own.  I always thought she knew that, so her reaction was surprising
to me.

   "Oh honey, you're beautiful.  My God...  you're so sexy and gorgeous
looking I can hardly believe I'm married to you.  I love it."

   "Then you're okay with this?  I mean, you're not mad at me are you?"

   "God no.  Surprised maybe, but definitely not mad.  You look Mahvelous."


   I tried my best Ricardo Montalban/Billy Crystal imitation, which always
got a smile from her.  This time I got a smile, but it was a weak nervous
type smile, unlike her usual.  I was too enthralled with looking at my wife
to really notice this at the time, but looking back - that 20/20 again - I
remember it clearly.

   I did worry about her initial reaction and the guilty look, but I put it
off to the sudden change and her fears I wouldn't like it.

   What I found later that night though was that the hair on her head
wasn't the only hair she got cut.  Her pussy had been trimmed way back to a
small triangle just above her clit.  I couldn't see any razor marks so I
asked her about that.

   "You shaved?"

   "Uh...  no I had electrolysis.  It will never grow back, or so they told
me."

   "Kind of drastic don't you think?  What if you decided you didn't like
it this way?"

   "But I do.  I think its sexy looking.  Don't you?"

   "Well...  it's your body sweetie, and it is sexy.  I just think that you
should have shaved it for a while first before making a permanent decision
like this."

   "You don't like it do you?"

   "No.  I like it.  I guess the changes in hair on you are kind of
shocking me.  In a good way mind you...  but still that's a lot of hair
cutting and trimming going on there."

   I found that I loved to lick and suck on her pussy like it was now.  The
less hair down there it seemed, the better.  We had some mind blowing sex
that night too.  It started in the bedroom and ended in our living room.

   Megan was hotter than she'd been in a while, and I think her hair style
was in her mind more than she let on to me.  Watching her suck my cock with
her eyes locked on mine was something to die for too.

   She started by kissing her way down my chest and teasing me with little
circular kissing 'runs' all around my shaft, but not touching it directly.
Then, as I got harder and hotter, her tongue slipped out and caressed my
shaft.

   By the time her lips went around my cock I was on fire in a serious way.
I almost shot off immediately.  Megan knew enough to back off before I did
though.  I could tell she wanted my hard cock to pleasure her too.

   We fucked in the bedroom, then I held her to me while standing up and we
fucked like that.  Just before I came I carried her out onto the deck and
sat her on the handrail.  That put her breasts right at face level for me
while I pounded her pussy.

   Megan came about four times to my once.  After I cum the first time, I
can usually go quite a while before cumming again.  We did it with her bent
over the handrail, then inside the kitchen on the counter, and ended up on
the couch in the living room where we crashed and slept until morning.

   The whole night for me had been like having a new woman in my life.  It
seemed that Megan was more open to things too.  Doing it outside on the
deck was a first.  Matter of fact, doing it where someone could have seen
us was a first.

   Then the next couple of days were a bit awkward at times.  She acted
like a stranger once in a while and I wondered where that came from.  I put
it to the hairstyles and that it must have meant more to her than I
thought. By the following Monday things were back to normal and we were
getting along just like usual.

   I kept complimenting her hair styles all that week too, and Megan
finally accepted that I wasn't lying to her about it and accepted that I
truly did love her new look.  The following weekend her sisters came over
for a barbecue.  I discovered more about the nature of identical triplets.
Margo and Melissa showed up with the exact same hairstyle as Megan.

   I'd seen them both on Monday afternoon when we invited them over for the
barbecue, and their hair had been just like Megan's had been before her
transformation.  Now, they each looked exactly alike again.  If it hadn't
been for the different clothes they were wearing I'd never have been able
to tell them apart...  again.

   I learned over time that each woman had their own personality of course,
don't get me wrong.  It was just so hard to tell them apart and now having
Megan with different hair had been the one edge I wanted.  Now I was back
to knowing they'd be able to tease me still.  There were a few ways to tell
them apart, but most of those were how they acted.

   For instance, Melissa and Megan were the more studious ones, always calm
and more likely to toe the line, while Margo was the wild child.  Margo was
more likely to be in trouble over something far more often than Megan or
Melissa.  Margo was the first to usually get the racy swimsuits and talk
the other two into them later on.  She was more exhibitionist than her
sisters.

   Melissa was the brainier one and had gone farther in college than either
Margo or Megan.  She earned a Master's degree in Business Administration
while Megan and Margo had only gotten their Bachelor of Sciences Degrees.

   Melissa had been married two years before Megan and I met.  Margo was
still single and loving it.  It was pretty common knowledge that Margo was
not looking for any steady relationship and didn't want to be tied down. 
For her, marriage was not something she wanted to ever do.

   Over the years, Megan, Melissa and Margo had been close and very
protective of each other.  Their parents would have issues with one or the
other once in a while, normal for kids and parents, but in this case the
sisters would stick up for one another by wearing the same clothes and not
identifying who was who.  That usually led to all of them being in trouble.


   I heard about how shopping for them was always a challenge since they
wore the same sizes and had very similar tastes in clothes for the most
part.  Most stores had problems having three of everything in the same
sizes.

   The weekend of the barbecue Melissa was quiet.  Her husband Rick didn't
come along and I felt that there were some issues about that with the
girls. There was something going on, but none of them would talk about it
around me.  They all seemed apprehensive.

   I could tell that Melissa and Rick were having issues, and though we
were related, Rick and I never hung out together much.  He was kind of
stiff acting around me at times, and though I'd tried my best, he'd never
warmed up to me.  Hence, we didn't chat a great deal at all.

   I didn't mind that much, but what had bothered me at times was his
attitude, like he didn't care for me at all.  I never let it get to me too
much, but I was still mystified as to why he'd be that way with me.  Even
with all that, Melissa was a type to not want personal things in her life
out in front of everyone.  Hell, all three were that way to some extent.

   As we ate Megan went into the house looking for some ketchup and Melissa
went with her.  I figured they were having a heart to heart talk so I just
pretended to believe that's what they were doing...  looking for ketchup.
They were gone for about a half-hour.

   Margo flirted with me mercilessly during that time, even going as far as
trying to touch me in pretty private places like my crotch.  I played just
a bit, but didn't allow her to succeed in her attempts at groping me.  It
was obvious she was trying to keep my attentions from Megan and Melissa.

   This type of flirting by Margo wasn't something new either.  She'd
always made plays for me while I was dating her sister.  I couldn't do
anything of course since I was sure that if I had, Megan would have found
out immediately.  Not that I wanted to in the first place.

   Still, there was always an undercurrent when I was around her that made
me watch myself closely.  Not only in how I acted, but in what I said too.

   After a while Melissa came out and sat at the other end of the picnic
table from me and gave me a strange look.  Margo was still flirting with me
and I thought that maybe Melissa was worried about me playing too much or
something with her sister, so I cooled it rapidly.  The look remained until
after dinner.

   As her sisters left that night Megan was troubled.  I could tell by the
look in her eyes that something serious was up between Rick and Melissa,
but I was still not 'allowed' to share the knowledge.  Knowing that things
have a way of coming out eventually, I just let Megan know I was there for
her and her sisters, no matter what.

   That night in bed Megan was rather cool.  I initiated sex for the first
time that week and it took a bit to get her interested in doing anything.
Afterwards she cuddled in close to me and almost possessively keeping an
arm around me all night long.  I knew then that whatever was going on with
Melissa was very serious indeed, when Megan was acting that way.

   Over the next week things warmed up again, and by the following Saturday
Megan and I were in fine form.  Since Christmas shopping was still high on
the priority list, I knew that Megan would want to go out shopping with her
sisters and wasn't at all surprised when Margo showed up and grabbed her to
go out.

   I spent the day doing some work on the house as it was sunny and almost
warm.  The unusual warm weather that we were having was a bonus since I was
able to repair the front deck and spruce up the yard a bit.  I'd built the
deck with my own two hands and was somewhat proud of it, so any time some
little thing got out of whack or started to look less than perfect, I'd
stress over it until it was fixed.

   Later in the afternoon I went out to do some shopping on my own.  At the
local mall I saw Margo's car as I was walking in and hoped that I wouldn't
bump into them while shopping.  I didn't want Megan, Melissa, or Margo to
know what I was getting them for Christmas.  Her sisters would squeal in a
second if they knew what someone was getting the others.  Needless to say
surprises were difficult with them around.

   I saw them in the mall by the food court standing together.  Melissa was
there so evidently they'd all gotten together at some point and they were
now in the middle of the shopping trip.  I quickly turned and left, going
to another mall a little farther away.  Now that I knew where they were I
knew where to go buy presents for them.

   Feeling a little smug I got home with the wrapped presents and caught
them having coffee in the kitchen.

   "Oh, somebody's been busy shopping without us.  What'd you get us
honey?"

   Megan was smiling and digging through the presents shaking and
listening.

   "None of your beeswax dear.  You'll all find out Christmas morning."

   "Oh come on Matt...  spill a little.  You can tell me what you got Margo
and Melissa can't you?'

   "Nope...  I know all about you guys.  You three have that telepathetic
thing, and I know that if I tell you Megan, they'll read your mind and know
what I got them too.  Nope...  not telling."

   "Telepathetic?  Don't you mean telepathic?"

   "Nope, it's telepathetic with you guys.  If I tele-you, you'll tele-them
and then I'll be the pathetic gift giver...  again.  Not happening this
year.  Not if I can help it that is."

   "Geeze Matt...  you're no fun."

   Melissa was smiling for the first time since way before our barbecue.  I
hoped that whatever was going on between her and Rick had worked out. 
Judging from her smile it had.  I noticed that Megan seemed quieter though.
After the presents discussion she pretty much kept to herself.

   Margo was her usually flirty self though and while I was beginning to
contemplate Megan's mood she started in on me.

   "Hey Matt.  I like what you did with the front deck.  It really looks
good."

   "Thank you.  Only took a few moments actually, nothing that a few tools
and some elbow grease couldn't fix."

   "Speaking of tools...  could you drop by my place tomorrow.  I have some
things that need tools.  I've heard that you have all the right equipment
to fix me up."

   I could plainly see what 'tool' she wanted to 'fix her up' and after
blushing a bit I glanced over at Megan.  She wasn't smiling.  I knew that
sometimes Margo could go overboard a bit, and figured that this was one of
those times.

   "Uh...  Well Margo, you'll have to find some other guy with the right
tool to fix you up.  Your sister has me kind of tied up for my lifetime."

   Margo smiled and got a naughty look in her eye.

   "Hey Megan...  can't you loan out Matt for a while?  I only need him for
say - four hours tomorrow.  That should fix me right up until later in the
week."

   Megan looked at her sister and then smiled.  I was relieved.  Well, I
was relieved for a moment then it all went down hill.

   "Why sure Margo.  That'd be nice.  You could use him for those four
hours and then he could go over to Melissa's and help her for four hours
and then he'd be all tired out and not bug me later tonight."

   I was stunned.  Though she was smiling and joking, I detected an
undercurrent of seriousness that she'd never shown before.  I had never
heard her almost complain about my 'bugging her' for sex.  I always thought
she was more than willing to join in with me.

   I was surprised.  I said nothing as all the sisters jumped in and
started teasing each other and me, but the words that had come out in that
one line bothered me more than I liked.

   Later that evening I broached the subject with Megan as we were getting
into bed.

   "Do you feel that I bug you too much for sex Megan?"

   "No.  Whatever gave you that idea Matt?"

   "Your comment earlier this evening is what gave me that idea.  You know,
when you were joking with Melissa and Margo about borrowing me and my
tool?"

   "I was just teasing Matt.  Don't be so sensitive."

   'Well, you've never done that before.  I always thought that you enjoyed
our sex and how often we had it.  If I press you too much you can always
tell me you're not interested.  The last thing I want is to have you think
that you HAVE to have sex with me."

   "I don't Matt.  You know that.  I love having sex with you.  Matter of
fact I wish we had sex more often than we do.  Of course we do have to work
to earn livings, so that kind of rains on that parade...  but honestly, I
was just teasing.  I love having sex with you every time we do it.  I
always do."

   "Well sometimes people don't always say what they mean and try to let it
out by teasing or in other ways.  It sounded to me like one of those kinds
of things.  Like maybe you were getting tired of having sex so often."

   "MATTHEW...  please...  I was just teasing.  I think our sex life is
great.  What's bothering you anyway?"

   Her voice betrayed a bit of anger, yet her face showed concern.

   "I guess maybe whatever's going on with Melissa and Rick.  You guys
won't let me in on whatever it is, and I know it's serious.  You know I
don't like secrets like that.  I guess I'm afraid it will all boil over
into our marriage too."

   "Oh honey.  It's just girl talk.  Really.  Melissa and Rick are having
some issues at the moment.  It happens.  Yes, it's serious, but we think
that they'll work it out soon."

   "Oh yeah?"

   "Yes.  Melissa is just being...well...  Melissa.  She's never been quite
as up front with her feelings and stuff.  If it were Margo or me you'd know
all about it, but Melissa is just being shy right now.  She's afraid that
you'll hear us talking and feel that you need to take sides and she doesn't
want you and Rick to have a falling out over this.  It's no big deal,
really."

   She moved in and hugged me close and I folded.  I accepted what she told
me as truth, because I had no other choice.  Still, as serious as things
had seemed, I wondered what was really going on with them.  I trust Megan
and so I knew that whatever it was, eventually it would all work out for
the best.

   I was bothered by her comment that Melissa was afraid of Rick and I
having a falling out.  We'd never been that close, so I wasn't sure what
kind of 'falling out' we could have under those circumstances.

   The conversation was pretty much forgotten about until a week or so
later.  We were here and there shopping for Christmas and busy with life.

   Then along came the cut.  It was a small thing in the scheme of things,
but what it shouted at me really started to wake me up to what was going
on. Megan was helping me in the kitchen on a Thursday night and cut her
finger while cutting potatoes for supper.

   We cleaned it up, and discovered it was a small cut, and I put a
band-aid over it.  It was one of those cuts that would be forgotten about
in a day or so but painful in the meantime.

   The next morning after she got out of the shower I looked at it, seeing
that fine line angled between her first and second knuckles.  With the
scabbing one could see the beginning of the healing process.

   She put another band-aid on just in case and went to work.  All day long
I was kept busy and it was a Friday from hell for me.  If it had been the
thirteenth I would have thought it was a typical bad day.

   It was Friday the sixteenth.  Sixteen days into December.  Not too far
from Christmas.  The sisters were over and we played a board game and just
had a nice family type night.  We were all having fun and laughing about
things in general.

   I noted that all three sisters had band-aids on the same fingers in the
same place.  I made a comment about triplets and how weird it must be for
them at times.  I got stares and a 'mad' look not only from Megan, but her
sisters as well.

   I knew that if I kept up 'that' type of conversation I'd be in trouble
with Megan so I let it die a rather abrupt death.  It seemed that I was the
only one interested in the fact that all three of them cut the same finger
in the same place all within a day of each other.

   At one time or another two sisters would go away and 'talk' for a few
minutes.  I figured that it was all about Melissa and Rick and their issues
so I didn't pay it too much mind.

   Later on, as we were getting ready for bed Megan decided to take a quick
shower.  As she came out I noted that the band-aid was gone.  Glancing at
her finger I couldn't see the cut mark.  No scab, no red spot, nothing.

   Megan caught me looking at her hand and she turned away as if she forgot
something.  She had...  the band-aid.  She showed back up with one on the
finger and nothing was said.  I was bothered, but I was more horny than
anything, so it went to the back of my mind for the time being.  Besides, I
could have mistaken which finger it was that was cut too.  I only had a
glance.

   Thursday also was the day that I figured I was starting to lose my mind.
It started at about bedtime for us.  I was so stunned I just couldn't wrap
my mind around it.  I felt like I had fallen into the twilight zone or
something.

   The sisters had been over working on a holiday present for their parents
and mine.  Cooking and baking items to give them, and presents they were
wrapping too.  We joked and laughed, teasing each other and the night was
good.

   After they left Megan and I sat down and cuddled.  As we did so, she
started to get real sexual and pretty soon we were hot and heavy.  It all
led to us heading for bed earlier than normal.

   Megan took a shower and left the band-aid off, only this time I saw the
thin red line and a sort of white mark where her finger had been cut, but
it was at a different angle than the original cut.  I was certain of it.  A
cut that appeared and then disappeared, but then re-appeared at a different
angle?  I was going nuts.

   I didn't say anything to her about it, but I was suspicious of certain
things suddenly.  Had she not been so horny I'd probably have said
something, but I was worked up by that point too.  I knew deep inside that
there was something seriously wrong though.  Too much had been going on
around me that I had missed.  It seemed I needed to start keeping track. 
Somehow.

   Over the next week I figured out how to start finding out what was going
on.  I used the parents' way, and in the end it turned out to be quite
ironic.  The only way the parents had been able to keep them separated when
they were babies was the only way I could too, and it worked.  Too well.

   Each time we had sex I'd get Megan into a doggie style position at some
point and while doing it that way I'd mark her with a sharpie.  You know
those little permanent markers you buy in the grocery store?  I bought a
package of them that had five colors.  I started with black.

   Hiding the sharpie beforehand was difficult, but then I stumbled across
a little ledge on the corner post of our bed that held the box securely and
out of sight at the same time.

   Each time, as I said, I'd mark Megan on her back between her shoulder
blades where her bra strap would cover it up.  I'd also put a little mark
between her buns, just above her tight little asshole.  I was careful to
make them dots and my biggest worry was ensuring that Megan didn't see or
feel me doing it.  Or smell the marker when I uncapped it.

   I discovered that doing something like that while having sex was more
difficult that I had thought.  It took a few tries before I was brave
enough to actually make that first dot.  Making it quick and still enough
of a mark wasn't easy.  Having a fan running helped, as it moved the air
away from us immediately.

   All week long I kept the marks renewed.  I noted that showers didn't dim
them much at all, so I knew the marks would remain for a few days or more
after being applied.

   On Saturday night the marks were gone.  The marks were gone and Megan
was acting weird again.  All the time we'd been married this weirdness had
happened and I'd put it off to just an idiosyncrasy of Megan's, or 'being a
woman', or just life.

   Saturday night not one mark on her back or between her ass cheeks. 
Nothing.  I slipped out the green marker and made a little dot between her
shoulder blades and in the same spot on her ass.  Again, for the next week
the marks stayed and I renewed them.

   Then Friday night the marks disappeared again.  Now, I knew that who
ever was in bed with me wasn't who I'd been to bed with the night before or
even the week before...  and the weirdness was starting all over again.

   Red became the choice of color that night and that stayed the following
days.  Then that following Tuesday the woman in bed with me had two little
faint black dots.  One between her shoulder blades and one in the crack of
her ass, right where I'd put them two weeks before.

   Christmas had come and gone.  Rick had moved out on Melissa and they
were in the process of getting divorced.  Nobody was talking to me,
especially Rick.  Megan wouldn't say anything, just changing the subject
whenever I'd bring it up.

   I know that I should have said something earlier, but I waited.  I hoped
that what I found was just a once in a long while thing.  It wasn't.  The
marks changed about every week to week.  Black, green, and then red.  Just
like clockwork.

   There would be some weeks that were shorter, like only four days, but
then there would be some that were longer like around eight or nine.  It
was never equally spaced, but there was a weekly difference in the scheme
of things.

   I'd been taken in for a sucker and ridden hard and put away wet, so to
speak.  I wondered how long they'd been doing this?  I wondered of course,
'why?' I also wondered why the sisters would play a game like this with
their husbands.

   I also knew that having sex with each of them was something I'd never
contemplated seriously, yet obviously, I'd been doing just that.  I didn't
know how long this had been going on, but nonetheless, I had 'gotten' all
three sisters.

   A man's dream come true, right?  Well, I wasn't sure what I wanted, but
I knew that I had gone into the marriage thinking I loved Megan and that
she loved me.  Obviously there had been something else going on from some
point.

   I was torn.  On one hand I wanted to confront Megan...  but I had no way
of knowing which one was Megan.  On the other hand I didn't want to destroy
my marriage to Megan...  even if it had taken a step into the twilight
zone.

   I let it go on into the New Year and then I decided I'd had enough.  One
night, it was a Thursday, Megan and I were getting ready for bed.  As she
came in I was laying on the bed in pajamas.  This was a first for me.  I
usually slept naked.

   "What's up Matt?"

   "I was just wondering who you were tonight?"

   She stopped dead in her tracks and had a 'deer in the headlights' look.

   "Uh...  what?"

   "I said, I was just wondering who you were tonight?  You know... 
Melissa?  Margo?  Maybe my legal wife Megan?  I'd really kind of like to
know who I'm about to fuck."

   "You're not going to get any if you keep that attitude up mister.  I'm
not sure where you got the sick idea that I'd trade you around with my
sisters, but I'm your wife Megan.  What the hell is up with you anyway
Matt?"

   She went for the 'angry' retort.  I guess that the angry response had
worked in the past, but not now.  Not with this situation anyway.

   "Turn around."

   "What?"

   She was confused.  First I'm accusing them of switching around and then
I'm suddenly asking her to turn around.

   "Why should I turn around?"

   "I need to see something on your back."

   Megan, or whoever turned around.  I saw the little black marks.

   "Black."

   "Black?"

   "Yes.  Black.  You see last Friday night you had red marks, and then
Saturday they turned black.  I'm betting that tomorrow or Saturday they'll
turn green."

   Confusion was plastered on her face.  Her eyes showed her fear.  Then
dawning cut in.

   "You've talked to Rick haven't you?"

   "Nope.  Not at all.  He won't talk to me, nor have I even seen him.  I
just did a little experiment on my own.  I really don't like the results I
got though.  What it means could mean the end of us...  if there ever
really was an 'us' Megan...  or Melissa...  or Margo or who ever you are."

   "How'd you find out?"

   "At first it was the haircuts.  It was the sudden change in you.  One of
you anyway.  You see you used your...  excuse me I'm forgetting myself,
Megan...  used her credit card for the haircut on the Friday after
Thanksgiving.  The date the charge went through was five days after her
haircut.  I called them about it and was told that Megan had gotten her
hair cut the day before that, a Tuesday.  Yet 'Megan' already had her hair
cut the Friday before.  Then further investigation showed me that Margo got
a haircut on Tuesday.  Melissa got her hair done on Thursday."

   I was watching her face, mostly her eyes.  I could see acceptance of my
theory there and that spoke volumes to me.  It also made me braver as I
went on.

   "All of you got styles by the same hairdresser.  So I went in and talked
to her.  She was helpful when she learned that our credit card could have
been compromised and even looked up the haircuts.  'Megan' supposedly used
Megan's credit card on that Friday.  I am still not sure who I slept with
that week, but I now know it couldn't have been my wife.  My legal wife
that is."

   "That doesn't mean anything.  I paid for Melissa's haircut and let her
use my card...  so what?"

   She was blustering, trying to get out from under my accusation.  She
didn't realize that she got who had the haircut using her card wrong.  It
hadn't been Melissa, but either Megan or Margo on that Tuesday.

   "Well, then there was the finger."

   "The finger?"

   "Yeah.  Megan...  or whoever cut their finger and I cleaned it up and
put on the band-aid.  Then you all showed up with band-aids.  Except that
whoever went to bed with me that weekend didn't have a cut under their
band-aid.  That amazed me, but what followed later amazed me more and
pretty much gave it all away in my mind.  The cut changed angles, and that
my dear, is impossible."

   "So...  what's this about the colored marks?"

   "After the cut disappearing then re-appearing, I got pretty suspicious,
as you can imagine.  I started to mark the one I was with for the week with
a colored sharpie.  First was black, then green and finally red.  You're
black.  Red was here last week and I suspect that Green is, or rather was,
to be in house this next week."

   "Matt...  Matthew...  you know I love you.  I do.  I can't really
explain it all alone...  I need to have us all sit down and talk.  Please?"

   "I wish I knew that.  That you loved me I mean.  I don't even know who
the hell you are.  Which one are you?"

   "I'm Megan."

   "Oh, that puts my mind at ease.  How will you ever be able to prove that
to me?"

   Her look was one of defiance and some confusion at the same time.

   "I can prove it.  I married you over three years ago.  I was the one
that...  I was the...  Oh damn...  I really can't prove anything at all."

   Now all I saw on her face was worry.  I also saw her awareness that she
really couldn't prove who she was to me at this point.

   "Yes.  That's a fact.  You see, Melissa was married to Rick...  all
those years.  Margo was single and had different boyfriends almost weekly.
All that means is that Melissa and Megan were married...  but Margo was the
'wild child' and had different men often.  Tell me...  was Margo ever going
to get married?  That's what this is all about isn't it?  You three set
this up so you could each have the best of all the worlds.  Different men
quite often, yet loving husbands at home too."

   "That's not how we meant it to be...  Margo didn't have sex with all
those men constantly like you think...  you have to understand...  "

   "I only have to understand that the woman I married a little more than
three years ago isn't the woman I thought she was.  I don't know her.  I
can't tell her from her sisters, so whatever they say I'd have to accept.
Three women that have lied, cheated and stolen from me."

   "It's not like that Matt.  We didn't steal.  You never were denied
anything."

   "Yes I was.  I have been denied the love of the single woman who I love.
I've been living a lie perpetrated by the triplet sisters.  Rick and I have
been traded off weekly since when?  How long?  Did you guys do this in high
school too?  How can you live with yourselves?  Lies...  cheating...  all
of it."

   "It's not like that Matt.  We love you.  We all love you.  You're our
lover, our friend, our husband.  Rick figured it out, but let us get away
with it until you came along.  It's been harder since then.  I guess he
didn't like facing you knowing that you didn't know what was going on, and
treating whichever one of us was Megan that week like a property.  He
knew...  "

   "RICK KNEW?  All this time he knew?  That son-of-a-bitch."

   "Look, I need to get my sisters here.  We all have to work this out."

   "It may not be possible...  "

   I just stopped.  Suddenly I wasn't sure which sister I was talking to at
all.  I just didn't know.  Maybe I should have called them the 'Borg' after
the Star Trek Series characters that had a collective mind and were so
destructive.

   "Megan.  I'm really Megan.  This is going to be hard for you to
understand Matt.  I'm afraid that we - I - may have lost you now too.  Oh
God!  It wasn't supposed to turn out this way at all.  Damn that Rick
getting jealous and cutting out.  Damn!  Damn!  Damn!"

   "I think I deserve some credit Megan.  I was figuring it out without
Rick's help.  It took some time for me to awaken to it all and to even get
suspicious of course, but Rick had nothing at all to do with it."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah.  I had no knowledge of Rick or his knowing about it.  I just
wondered at the haircuts and then the finger slicing episode.  The markers
just proved my worst fears."

   Later, as all three sisters sat across from me in the kitchen, I saw
that they truly were identical.  I had noticed it before of course, but
now, knowing that I'd had sex with all three of them and hadn't been able
to tell them apart really hit home.

   I started out our conversation since they were being unusually quiet.

   "So.  I guess I have to start this all out.  Just how long and why have
you done this?"

   They all started to talk but then the one in the middle put her hands on
the other one's arms, stopping them.  With a little glance at each sister,
she answered.

   "Matt, we know that this is a big surprise for you.  We never meant to
hurt anyone, especially you.  Honestly.  As for how long we've done this?
All our lives."

   "All your lives?"

   "Yes.  It started when we were kids.  We'd do everything together. 
Play, get in trouble, sleep, everything.  We discovered puberty together.
We discovered masturbation together.  We discovered boys together.  We
discovered love...  together."

   At this I noticed that they were all giving me a 'look'.  I suddenly
felt the hairs on my neck prickle as some feeling washed over me.  I was
uncomfortable in my own home all of the sudden.

   "You're triplets, of course you'd all develop about the same time."

   "It's beyond that Matt.  At a young age when we first dealt with boys we
discovered that if we kept each of us separate we could work things out
between us."

   I was confused by this.

   "What?  Of course you kept each other separate...  you're each a human
being.  Triplets, but still you are each a person in your own right."

   "Yeah, that's true...  not what I meant, though, Matt.  You see Margo
has always been the wild child.  Megan the 'normal good child' and Melissa
the 'studious and simple' one."

   "Yeah." I was confused by her stating the obvious.  "That's the way it's
supposed to be isn't it?"

   "Sort of.  You see, we are all Margo.  We're all Megan and we're all
Melissa."

   Stunned, I was sure I missed her intent.

   "You mean, you're triplets...  and as such...  "

   "No.  I mean that we have all been Margo or Megan or Melissa at
different times, all our lives."

   "I don't...  "

   My confusion must have been readily obvious to them as they all three
glanced at each other.  The one in the center started the tale.

   "When one of us was feeling rowdy, we'd trade.  Megan might feel rowdy
one day, so she'd say something in the morning and we'd trade.  Megan
became Margo, I'd become Melissa and Melissa would become Megan.  We'd
trade for the day...  or week."

   That last sentence was accompanied with a look from all three directed
towards me.

   "Week?  You mean...  "

   "We've traded all this time, why would we quit now?  Yes.  We've all
been to bed with you one week at a time Matt.  That's where the issues with
Rick came in.  He found out we loved you.  He felt cheated.  Before that,
he knew about our trading and was cool with it.  Then you came along, and
while he didn't really care to 'share', he knew he couldn't say a single
word about what we'd been doing without opening up a huge can of worms. 
He'd grin and bear it after you."

   "He knew before?  Before Megan and I dated?"

   "We all dated you Matt.  We traded constantly.  We've always traded.  It
became the natural thing for us to do."

   "I don't understand.  Why'd Rick get all upset then?"

   "Because he knew that we had all fallen in love with you Matt."

   "I don't understand.  Of course we love each other, we're family and
all. I love Megan and you're her sisters...  "

   "Take Megan's hand Matt.  Right now.  Show your true love and take her
hand in yours."

   I started to reach out and suddenly realized something.  I truly didn't
know which one was Megan at all.  My hesitation did me in.

   "See?  You can't because you're not sure which one of us is Megan.  We
could tell you it was any one of us and you'd have absolutely no way of
knowing if we were telling the truth or not."

   "So why'd Rick get all upset all of the sudden then?"

   "Because he found out we loved you."

   I didn't get it yet.  Guess I was having a slow day or whatever, but I
missed the intent in her words.  It showed as they all got a strange look.

   "Oh my God, he doesn't get it."

   Came from the one on the left of me.

   "We should have seen this coming I suppose."

   Came from the one on the right.  They all glanced at each other and then
spoke at once.

   "Matt.  WE.  LOVE.  YOU."

   The way they all said it together was spooky.  Hearing them speak it out
at once like that was almost too much.

   I understood, finally, what they were getting at.

   "Oh.  Oh!  Oh shit.  Oh God damn.  Fuck."

   I put my head in my hands feeling intense pressure from the realization
of what they were telling me.  They loved me.  They all loved me.

   "How could...  I mean...  why...  no, that's not right either."

   My confusion was coming out in my words so I finally just shut up to
gather my thoughts.

   I wanted to understand how this could have happened, but I knew that
now, didn't I?  Then I wanted to ask why they'd have done such a thing not
only to me but to Rick, but I knew that answer too.  I was upset, but not
certain why.  I wanted to be angry, but I couldn't even do that.

   Then I remembered something that did make me angry.

   "Margo.  Margo dated other men all this time.  Margo was the...  um...
slut of the three.  So, had I not figured this out how long would I have
been sharing Margo's boyfriends anyway?  I mean supposedly you all three
'love' me so much, how could you do that to me?"

   They had the sense to look guilty as hell.  My statement also started an
argument between them too.

   "I knew it.  You wouldn't listen to me.  Oh no.  'Margo should keep
being normal.  She should keep having boyfriends.  That's part of our
cover'.  You both pushed that on me.  I didn't want to go there at all, but
you pushed and pushed...  "

   "Hey, you were enjoying it too.  We all decided that Margo had to stay
right to keep the status quo."

   "Yeah, well you sure should have kept Rick in line better.  Letting him
know that you fell in love with Matt was the straw that broke the camels
back and now look where we are."

   "You can't blame that on me sister.  You spent every third week with him
too."

   "BUT HE'S MY HUSBAND!  OF COURSE I LOVE HIM MORE THAN RICK!  Besides, I
never slept around unless I was forced into it.  I love my husband too much
for that."

   "He's 'our' husband dearie.  We've shared him all this time.  You can't
claim him alone.  Besides, we all became more careful with the dating week.
Very few men got past first base with Margo after we fell in love with
Matt."

   "I dated him first.  He asked me out first.  I fell in love with him
first."

   "Did not.  I did."

   The one in the middle was quick to jump in.

   "Oh hell no...  I love him and loved him first."

   I listened up to that point then I knew I had to get the talk back on
subject.  They were starting to drive me nuts.  Each of them arguing about
who loved me first.

   "HOLD IT!  Stop!  Listen to yourselves.  You're fighting over one guy.
You've all had a part in this mess all the way through, that's obvious.  I
was kept in the dark as long as possible.  I never suspected.  You three
are good.  Very good.  I never had a clue until lately."

   "But we do love you Matt."

   "I love Megan.  She's my wife and I love her."

   "Again.  Which one is she?"

   Every time this came up I lost.  I knew it, they knew it, and as far as
they were concerned, I had no choice but to concede.

   "One way to fix that would be to get divorced then I could find some
single woman that had no sisters at all.  Maybe that would fix this."

   I didn't expect the looks I got.  All three had the same shell shocked
look.  Like I had slapped them at the same time, hard.

   "Matt, you don't mean that.  Please say you don't mean that."

   That came from the one on my left.  She was the only one that spoke, and
for some reason that gave me hope for my marriage.  The other two had sat
there stunned, but the one on my left...she'd spoken first and firmly. 
Megan?  Maybe.

   "Megan?"

   I looked to my left at the one who had spoken.

   All three answered as one.

   "YES?"

   "Damn it!  I love Megan.  I only love Megan.  I care for Melissa and
Margo, but I only love Megan."

   "Matthew dear, if we don't tell you, you'll never know which one is
which.  We've been rotating, trading around for years now.  You never knew
until now, and it wasn't an issue, until now.  We all love you, so why
can't you accept that and make a change?"

   "Then we have some bigger issues to settle too.  For instance, while
Megan, my legally bound wife was pretending to be Margo...  she cheated on
me with other men.  Not a man, other MEN.  Knowingly and wantonly."

   "I wouldn't say wantonly Matt."

   Again, from my left.

   "Well, how can you explain cheating as meaning nothing then?"

   "IT was to protect US Matthew.  You had more than a little to do with
that.  We decided that WE had to keep up appearances.  It ended up with the
trade-offs that we didn't like, but we had no choice.  Besides, Margo
wasn't all that 'active' with other men despite appearances.  If Margo had
quit dating, and Melissa had left Rick, then you'd have known almost right
away.  We knew you wouldn't be able to handle that."

   The one in the center, in my mind now, was Melissa.  I was pretty sure
that the one on my left was Megan, which meant that the one on my right was
Margo.  I couldn't prove it mind you, but in my heart it was what I felt.

   "Do you three have any idea of how disturbing this all is?  I mean,
trading personalities all your lives like this?  Can you even be sure which
one is which any more between you?  You all say you love me, yet you all
lied, cheated and traded around behind my back like it was some sort of
sick game with you."

   "Oh yes.  We know who's who between us.  Always have.  We can keep 'us'
separate from the others in our minds, if that's what you're worrying
about. We're not crazy like that at all."

   "Don't ask me to buy into that argument.  Everything I've learned today
is crazy.  How do we handle this now?  What are our options, short of my
divorcing Megan and taking off into the sunset alone?"

   I said it to shock them.  Let them think I was ready to walk.  Was I,
you ask?  I didn't know.  It would have been far easier to get up and walk
out right then, than to stay there and try to find some kind of solution. I
was in over my head already, so I figured I had little choice but to try to
find that solution.

   Their ideas shocked me to my core.

   "Our options?  That's easy.  You're married to Megan.  Melissa and Margo
have the online business, as will Megan.  You'll find work in another city.
We'll all move.  We'll get a house in the country with few or no neighbors.
One of us will run into town daily shopping and whatever.  The other two
will run a business online.  You'll never want for company or love.  We'll
take care of you Matthew.  You'll have more love than you'll ever know what
to do with."

   "Change my job?  I like my job.  I like it right where I'm at."

   "Together we can love and live happily ever after Matt.  Here...  well,
we could probably work something out, but it would be much harder. 
Besides, Margo's and Melissa's little business is starting to turn the
corner and become a real great business.  Someday soon we could all retire
and live off it."

   Looking at all three I finally realized that I had to know.  One way or
the other...  I had to know.

   "Megan, and Megan only.  This is for you.  How do you feel about this?"

   Silence.  All three stared at their hands, not even glancing at me.  I
was desperate to know and understand how they could do this and be this
way, but if they wouldn't or couldn't give on this little item, what was
the point?  I had to know what Megan, the real Megan thought first.  Before
I could even know what to think about.

   Suddenly, I felt someone's foot on my shin.  On my left shin.  Rubbing
up and down softly yet with an intensity that spoke volumes.

   "Megan?"

   I spoke to all three, hoping against hope that one would speak out. 
Still nothing but silence.  The rubbing got firmer.  I knew right up until
the one on my right started the same rubbing on my other leg.  Then the one
in the center placed her foot between my legs and started trying to massage
my cock.

   I had to get some space between me and them.

   "You're all asking me to change in a basic and fundamental way from the
way I was raised and taught.  What you want to do is illegal in every State
in the Union too.  I need to think about this quite a bit before I make a
choice of this magnitude.  I'm going to check into a local motel for a few
days, you all stay here.  I mean that too.  Margo especially needs to stay
here.  I'll make my mind up as fast as I can, but you've given me an awful
lot to think about too."

   They didn't argue with me, though I could see on their faces worry and
fear.  I packed my suitcase for a few nights stay and as I left all three
were by the door waiting.

   "Please stay here.  You can sleep in the master bedroom and we'll stay
in the other bedrooms Matt.  Please stay with us instead of leaving like
this?"

   "Really, I need to be away from all of you for the time being.  Until I
come back with my decision, you all have to stay celibate of course. 
Should I catch any of you out on a date with another man or men that will
be the end."

   One of them opened the door for me as the other two kissed my cheeks at
the same time.  The one that held the door came outside and hugged me close
whispering in my ear.

   "Matt, I love you.  If you want we can go away just the two of us. 
Anywhere, anyplace you want.  I can't lose you.  I just can't."

   "You should have thought of all that when we were dating and first
married Megan...or which ever one you really are."

   The look in her eyes told me volumes.  It hadn't been Megan.  Her eyes
darted into the living room through the open door.  I couldn't make out
which one she glanced at, but it was enough for me to realize that this one
wasn't my wife.

   "You see?  I can't trust any of you now.  Not one single one of you. 
You've made a huge mess, bigger than any Pandora's Box.  To tell you the
truth, I don't think I can handle this at all.  Being with all three of you
was never in my mind or thoughts.  I married one girl.  NOT ALL THREE OF
YOU."

   My louder voice brought the other two scurrying up to the door.  All
three were shedding tears begging me not to go.  As I got in my car I
glanced back and felt something strange grab my heart.  It was like I was
being strangled.  From within.

   I ran into Rick a few nights later.  As I walked up to the bar he stood
as if to leave.

   "You leave I'll follow.  I'll follow you to hell you bastard.  All the
way there with bells on and a bucket of water in my hand.  We ARE going to
talk and you ARE going to answer my questions."

   "Just let it drop man.  You won, I'm gone and I'm not ever going to
mention those three to anyone, not ever."

   "You knew all this time and you never let me know about it?"

   "You don't understand.  When I met Melissa there was no other man
around. I was it.  When I discovered what they were doing at first I was
madder than hell, but then I realized that I was benefiting from it all,
so...  so what?"

   "SO WHAT?  God Damn man...  you're married to one of them and they're
all doing you.  That's wrong on any level."

   "Animals do it.  Animals have one male breeding the whole herd all the
time.  I also want to remind you that THEY started it.  NOT ME.  Them. 
When I found out they soothed me down and let me know how lucky I was. 
Then along comes Matt."

   "What did I have to do with it?"

   "EVERYTHING.  Melissa fell for you, Margo too.  Megan was head over
heels in love with you that first date you had.  I kind of knew it when my
sex life started to drop off here and there.  Pretty soon I was getting it
about the same as any 'normal' married man.  Once or twice a week.  Three
times on a good week.  You on the other hand were getting laid almost
nightly.  Several times a night if I understood their conversations I
overheard."

   "You're saying that all this time you knew what they were doing not only
to you but to me, and you went along with it?"

   "Hey, they're beautiful women, if you haven't noticed.  They're also
identical triplets too.  Had I told you you'd never have believed me and
they might have done something drastic to prevent me from spilling the
beans.  How was I to know what they'd do?  I mean, they're different all
the way around from any other women you'll ever meet."

   "I highly doubt that they'd harm you or me Rick."

   "Yeah?  I figured I was married to ONE of them, not all three.  I
thought that they loved me...  until you came along.  I don't think I ever
understood them at all.  You, on the other hand, have it made.  Three
wives...  three lovers...  three of everything, and you're standing here
pissed at me?  You won their hearts totally and you've gotten to the point
of walking out on them over it?  You have no idea how lucky you really are
Matt.  NONE AT ALL.  If they loved me half as much as they love you...  "

   His passions were coming out and I could see hurt in his eyes.  He
couldn't finish his sentence.  They had rejected him for me.  They had
fallen in love with me, and not as much in love with him...  if at all.  I
could understand why he'd be upset.  I just couldn't understand why he was
upset with me.  I was innocent in all of this until lately.

   "I'm sorry Rick.  I never knew.  I never knew that they were doing this.
If I had known before...  "

   "What?  You'd have left them standing in the cold?  I highly doubt it.
They'd have swung you over to their way of thinking eventually.  I now know
that what they felt for me was like or possibly lust.  What they feel for
you is true love Matt.  I can see that.  They can see it.  Why can't you?
I'm outta here...  unless you still want to bash my head in."

   I just stood and watched him walk into the night.  What could I have
said?  His argument was precise if nothing else.  I knew that they loved
me. I could feel it in my heart.  I knew that I loved them too.  But this
was all wrong.

   Confused, I went back to the bar and drank into the night.  Drunker than
I'd been in quite some time, I stumbled back to my motel room barely
negotiating the sidewalk even though I was the only person on it that
night.

   In my inebriated state I tried to focus on what it was I felt.  What I
thought and what I knew.  Of course, a drunk never really thinks as
straight as they think they are, and in the morning besides one hell of a
hangover, I was even more befuddled by my situation.

   I spent the next five days just avoiding anyone I knew.  I went to work
and then to the motel.  I would spend my nights with drinks and bartenders,
wondering if I'd sleep better or not.  It was usually 'or not'.

   I called them one night and made a date to talk with them.  It was a
difficult call as whoever I talked to kept crying.

   "Hey, it's Matt.  I think we need to all talk.  I've been doing some
thinking this last week and I hope you three have too."

   "Oh Matt, please...yes.  We'll be here.  I'll make dinner...  we'll...
make dinner.  We do need to talk to you.  I love you Matt.  We all do."

   She didn't sound at all like any of the sisters at the moment.  Her
thoughts were running out of her mouth all jumbled.  I could feel her
tension through the phone.  Tense and desperate.

   "Well, that's what we need to talk about you know.  That 'love' thing.
I'm not happy with what you three pulled on me, but I also know that I love
one of you more than life itself so I'm stuck in the middle of a mess I
never had anything to do with.  I don't know if things can be fixed, but I
know we do need to talk it over."

   "We'll have dinner ready.  How about six tomorrow night?"

   "Six?  I guess.  I'll be there at six then."

   I hung up before saying any more.  I was about in tears hearing her over
the phone.  I knew that I couldn't tell which one she was and that she was
upset as any of them ever had been.  Coping with this was one of the most
difficult things that had ever been forced on me.

   Six o'clock the next night found me parked out front of my house in my
car working up the nerve to walk into what had been my home.  I felt like a
stranger.  It was surreal, in that just beyond that front door was the
woman I loved.  In triplicate.

   The door opened quickly at my first knock.

   "Matt!  We're glad you made it."

   They were all there.  If I hadn't known them it would have been quite
intimidating.  They were dressed very nicely.  Not quite sexy, not quite
plain.  I could see that they'd worked it out between them carefully though
as they all looked exactly the same.

   "I'm to get no chance huh?"

   The look of confusion spread across their faces.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Yeah, what do you mean by that Matt?  We'll give you every chance and
we hope that you'll do the same for us."

   "We love you Matt, please let us prove that to you."

   All three had their say.

   "You're all dressed exactly alike.  I can't tell you apart and you know
it."

   "Oh.  We wanted everything to be equal.  Whatever happens tonight is
important to you and we know that.  We thought that if we all looked
exactly alike you'd be better able to...  cope."

   "Or you're hiding behind the subterfuge of my not knowing which one is
which?"

   I turned to leave.  I was insulted and angry.  I was being ganged up on
and they obviously had no intention of giving up their way of life.

   I was grabbed and pulled back inside.  I heard the door slam shut and
the click of a lock being made.

   "Okay Matt.  We'll do it your way then."

   One of them started to undress and the others followed.  Shortly I saw
all three sisters nude.  They lined up in front of me and then they all
turned around.  Red.  Black.  Green.

   The marks-a-lot dots were there right between their shoulder blades like
I'd made them.  New and brightly shining.  Next to each mark was a name,
written in the same color of ink.

   Red.  Megan.

   Black.  Margo.

   Green.  Melissa.

   "Wait a second...  I thought that green was...  "

   "Matt, we lied then.  We weren't aware just how upset you were about to
become.  Now the right name is in the right color.  If things work out like
we hope they do, we will always have 'our' colors on.  Nude like this, or
in our clothes, our colors will be a separating factor."

   "You all traded around before.  How can I trust you to keep straight and
even more, how could I be sure of that?"

   "These aren't marks-a-lot marks Matt.  They're tattoos.  We got them
done Monday morning after talking it over between us.  They can't wash off,
wear off, or rub off.  They're permanent.  We knew that you had to have
some way to separate us from each other in your mind that was permanent."

   "The names?"

   "No.  Just the dots.  If you look carefully we each have a dot between
our shoulder blades, a colored flower between the cheeks of...well in the
other place you marked us...  and one on the front of our bodies too. 
Right by our belly buttons.  See?"

   As I looked down at their bellies I saw the larger flowers next to their
belly buttons.  In some ways it was sexy...  in another way it was a
reminder.  Each flower was tastefully done and each it's own color.  No,
there was no black flower.  Red, Green and Blue only.

   I knew I had to make a move.

   "Shall we go into the kitchen and talk then?"

   I felt like a space adventurer one sees in the movies.  I was taking a
huge step into uncharted territory and wasn't sure what the outcome would
be.  As we walked into the kitchen I grabbed Megan's hand and held her
close to me.  Sitting down, I kept her next to me, much to the dismay of
her siblings.

   "Why'd you keep Megan by you Matt?"

   "She's my wife, and the one I thought I'd been married to all this
time."

   "But we thought that you were going to work something out between us."

   "I am.  I'm going to force you three to become individuals, or lacking
that, I'm going to divorce Megan and move on.  I know all three of you love
me and I know that you all think this can work out, but I don't.  I really
truly don't.  I have always been a one woman man and this whole...  mess
has really screwed my mind up."

   "But...  what will Melissa and I do then Matt?  We love you just as much
as Meagan does.  We deserve a chance with you too.  We can share.  We'll
only be with you from now on.  We can do anything you want us to do to
prove that too."

   "I don't want your proof.  I want Megan.  I tried to tell you the other
night but you weren't listening.  I love Megan.  I want Megan.  I love you
two too, but not like I love Megan."

   I could see the pain and hurt on Melissa and Margo's faces.  I plunged
on despite the stiffening of Megan's handhold with me and my heart beating
harder and harder.

   "I've thought about this for the last week and have come to the
conclusion that if 'we' were to become a 'couple' that eventually we'd be
found out.  Legal and moral issues would become the next big thing on the
evening news just like that Mormon guy that's in trouble right now.  I
can't do that."

   "We want you Matt.  We all want you and we'll fight to keep you."

   "What about what I want?  You all profess to love me so damned much,
what about what I want and what I can handle?  Can't you see that you're
forcing your will on me without giving me a chance?"

   They all gave each other guilty and sad look that spoke volumes.  They
knew deep inside their hearts that what they wanted wasn't what I wanted
and in spite of the fears inside my own heart, I knew that the only way I
could work things out would be to have one wife only.

   "None of you seem to fully understand my feelings on this matter.  I
thought I was happily married to Megan all this time.  I thought that she
was faithful and loving towards me and me alone.  Now I find out that she
is in fact all of you.  I find that she slept with other men while married
to me, even though you all seem to think that what I didn't know wouldn't
hurt.  Well, damnit...  it does hurt.  More than a little God Damn bit
too."

   I felt Megan's grip on my hand relax and she started to tug away from
me. I saw fear and perhaps pain in her eyes as I wound down from my
expletive laced comments.  In the past I'd rarely sworn around any of them.


   I tightened my grip on Megan's hand and in fact, pulled her closer to
me.

   "I need you three to know that I can only love one woman at a time.  To
do anything else is, to me, cheating on the one I love.  Even if the other
two are okay with what we're doing, I am not.  Can't you see that if we
were to attempt what you want that eventually I'd be lost to all of you?"

   "If you hadn't found out, we'd been still doing just fine.  You have had
each of us on an alternating basis ever since you first got married.  You
never seemed to mind then."

   "You are right about that.  But then, there are marriages and
relationships where the other partner isn't aware their love sleeping
around with others too.  Once they find out it isn't any less painful, nor
is it ever right."

   "But we all love you, and we all want you Matt."

   "Only Megan can have me.  Melissa and Margo, you need to find your own
men...  and I do mean men.  Each of you needs your own man, and Megan, if
she's willing has her man.  That's not to say we're going to make it after
all of this mess, but I'm willing to try to fix things between us as long
as you can all be faithful to each other and to me.  That means that you
two, Melissa and Margo, need to find your own men and not try to pull this
trading stunt anymore.  Megan, you'll have to be faithful to me and me
alone...  just as I in my heart have always been for you."

   The tears were all around me now.  They were crying and then sobbing as
my firm and final choice came down.  I knew that I'd hurt them all deeply,
and I wasn't so sure that Megan would stick with me after this.  It could
be that their ties were too strong for them to accept me being only with
Megan.  I could only hope that would be their choice though, as my
alternative choice would hurt us all even more.

   I am fully prepared to divorce Megan and move on with my life,
regardless of what they may say or do.  I wasn't too sure that Megan and I
would be able to fix things either, but I still loved her and the
circumstances showed me that she deserved at least one chance to be the
good wife I knew she could be if she'd try.

   "I'm going to go now and you guys can let me know what you've decided
later.  I need some more time alone, and you need to think things over.  I
won't be a prick about it, but I am being firm.  I know that being with all
three of you could be heaven, but it wouldn't be what I could cope with. 
In the end we'd end up apart anyway.  I will call in a few more days and we
can talk then."

   I drove back to the motel and sat in the dark for a while.  I had been
arguing with myself for days now about this.  I know that there were a
great many guys out there that would have jumped at a chance to have three
identical women to be with.  I also know that in the end, they'd tire of it
and the fun and games would begin to tear them apart.

   It had been a difficult decision for me, and I hoped beyond hope that
those three would take the best offer I handed them.  If they didn't my
life would be painful for quite some time.  I truly didn't want to divorce
Megan, but I would if they couldn't accept my terms.  I always have been
and always will be a one woman man.

   Later that same night there was a knock on my door.  When I opened it
Megan was standing before me.  She had a haunted look and her eyes were
puffy and red from crying.

   "Come in Megan."

   "How'd you know it's me?"

   "Your belly flower."

   "Oh.  I forgot."

   "What do you want to talk about?"

   "Us."

   Okay, I hadn't expected her to show up tonight.  Matter of fact I hadn't
expected any of them to show up at all.  I'd pretty much made up my mind
that they'd never be able to break away from their mold, having done it
since childhood.

   "Have a seat.  You want something to drink?  I have some soda or bottled
water."

   "Water would be nice."

   I got her the water and sat across the little table from her.  She was
looking around the room, anywhere but at me.  Finally I started her on why
she was here.

   "Okay then.  You came to me about something.  It must be important if
you dug around until you found where I was staying.  What is it you want to
say?"

   "We talked about us.  All of us.  Melissa and Margo are hurt deeper than
you could possibly know, but they both agreed that we...  I mean I...  that
I deserve you and if you'll take me back I'll be your wife and your wife
alone.  No more trading or switching around.  No more hiding the truth and
no more lies."

   "Okay."

   "There's more.  Melissa and Margo know that you have been hurt more than
we ever dreamed.  We never really understood how you'd feel since we all
thought that you'd think you'd died and gone to heaven if you were to have
al of us.  We know now that we were not only terribly wrong, but we
probably destroyed part of your love for us.  I say us, since until lately
you were in love the same with all of us.  Don't say you weren't, because
you were.  You treated each of us exactly alike."

   "You still don't get it do you?  I treated you exactly alike because I
thought, until lately, I was dealing with my wife, the one person I loved
with all my heart.  I never knew and had I known there would have been
differences, don't think that there wouldn't have been.  I don't love you
all equally in my mind, even if you played the switching games on me and
got away with it.  In my mind, you all were Megan each time I went to bed
with you."

   "I know that...  we know that now.  We didn't see it then, and after
today, and the last few days, we know that we were wrong.  I want to live
with you for the rest of my life Matt.  I want to love you, and I want you
loving me.  Melissa and Margo want that too, but they realize they will
have to find their own men, and make their own loves."

   "No more switching then?"

   "Never again.  It won't be easy for us, but we now know that we've been
wrong all this time.  It's been a painful lesson for us, and we know that
mom and dad will be surprised to find out just how bad we've really been."

   "You don't have to tell them.  Let it go.  The only ones who really know
what's gone on are you three, Rick and me.  Let them have the ignorance and
let them think you are all three good girls.  I won't tell, and I am pretty
sure Rick won't either."

   "Oh.  We thought you'd want us to tell everyone about how we'd been
switching and everything."

   "Oh hell no.  First of all, it would embarrass not only you three, but
all the family and me too.  Just let it drop and we'll make our lives out,
just the two of us.  Melissa and Margo can find their own men, and pretty
soon we can all go back to being one big happy family again, without
destroying other's thoughts and feelings in the process.  Only you three
and I have to really deal with it all, lets not drag other's into this
mess...  okay?"

   "Really, you'll be okay with just us four knowing this all went on?  You
won't tell on us?"

   "My lips are sealed Megan.  It will be our secret."

   She jumped up and came over to hug and kiss me.  I moved my chair back
and took her onto my lap.  Holding her tight on my lap I kissed her long
and hard.

   "Uh, Matt...  do you think you could help me out a bit here?  It's been
a while since I've been with you...  I mean...  I don't want to push you or
anything, but I am totally horny right now."

   I was horny too, and knowing that things were on the mend, in spite of
what had gone on, my little head talked me into allowing her to recover me
some.  Later that night after some strenuous exercise and love making,
Megan looked into my eyes with mischief.

   She was between my legs and had just sucked me off, drinking down my
load, and her look was one of fun and a bit naughty too.

   "What?"

   "I was wondering."

   "Wondering what?"

   "Well, you know that Melissa and Margo are going to be looking for their
own men now."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah.  In the mean time they'll be getting real, really horny you know.
I was wondering...  do you think you could take care of them once in a
while.  You know, only until they find their own men to love up?"

   "MEGAN!  ARE YOU NUTS?  Haven't you learned anything?  I can't..."

   "KIDDING...  I was only kidding.  Sheesh.  Can't you take a joke?  Damn.
I know you wouldn't knowingly do that."

   "AND I'd better not be unknowingly doing that in the future either... 
if you get what I mean."

   "You won't.  Your stuck with little 'ol me from now on.  You realize of
course that our sex life will probably drift down some though.  I mean,
you'll get tired of doing just me and all..."

   "Oh I don't think I'll be the one drifting down.  You won't be getting
that break you were once getting and you'll have to be putting up with me
bugging you for sex constantly I'd bet."

   "Yeah?"

   "Oh yeah."

   "I can live with that baby.  I can live with that."

   Saying that, she bent her head down and went to work getting me stiff
and in shape to give her another ride.  I watched her eyes locked on mine
as she sucked and licked my cock, knowing we had a long trip ahead.  I
hoped that we'd make it okay.  I really do love this woman you know.