I am Canadian, live in the Middle East and I am an ex-RC. I still believe in JC, but I have problems with the current Church’s dogmatism. A new pope with better ideas might bring me back.
I am still in the middle of a messy contested divorce, back home.
Over a year ago, I met through common friends a lovely Ethiopian girl, Aster. She is 23 years my junior, I am 46, she is 23.
Very quickly we became a couple, after one week she moved in my villa and we prepared ourselves to be happy ever after with plans to marry with kids once my divorce is completed. Aster is of the Ethiopian brand of Greek Orthodox creed. So a religious wedding will not be a problem and she dreams of it.
Aster does not care about the age difference, loves me without any restrictions and I do everything that is possible to keep her happy, as I should. We were very much a happy couple. Until….
Aster has a two years older sister, Nagusti. The two sisters are very much attached to each other. If it was not for the 2 years age difference, they are like inseparable twins.
Nagusti was married with a 3 months old baby boy, Sammy, and a real a** h*** for an husband. It was a rushed, stupid marriage and it fell apart.
About 8 month ago, Nagusti’s husband disappeared without notice after cleaning up their bank account. I helped her to investigate and after a fortune in long distance calls, found out that he had left the country and moved back to Addis Ababa. Nagusti tried to call him, but last news he is now living with another woman he met here and refused to talk with his wife. A real SOB.
Nagusti was left on the street with her baby, penny less, job less, could not even pay the rent and was about to be expelled.
Under the demand of Aster, I gave temporary shelter to her sister and the baby. I have a big villa and a good expatriate salary. So it was really no hardship for me. Most important, it made my darling Aster happy.
I became very quickly attached to the baby and enjoyed buying lots of baby stuff. Feeling like a father again. Sometimes, he sleeps in my lap while we watch TV. It is a compensation to what my ex wife deprived me of. He is a happy little bundle of joy. Cries only when he is hungry or needs to be changed, rest of the time eats, smiles and sleeps.
But not his mother. Nagusti became very much depressed and Aster started to feel guilty to be so happy with her sister so miserable. Very often, we could hear Nagusti cry in her bedroom and see her with heavy eyes in the morning, Sometimes staying the whole day in her room, broody, eating without appetite, etc. All the symptoms of a major depression in the making.
Aster told me that she could not bear to see her sister like that and asked for my help. I suggested that she should get out, see friends, that we would baby-sit Sammy, I gave her money to change her mind shopping, but to no avail. Her depression was getting worse. I offered to pay her ticket back home, but Aster refused. This would be to send Nagusti back to a life of hard ship, no job, a baby, a bleak future indeed, and the two women cannot stand to be separated.
Then one day, while Nagusti was out, Aster made me an unexpected request. First I laughed at it, it was so incredible. Then I stopped laughing, Aster was very serious.
She told me she wanted to share me with Nagusti, that I should also become Nagusti’s boy friend. “All included” I asked. “Absolutely, everything we have together, I want my sister to have the same thing” she answered. Apparently, the two girls had plotted that for many days. Aster did not see that as a sacrifice, on the contrary, she loves her sister too much.
At first, I refused, but under Aster’s pressing requests, I decided to give it a try. Not a really big hardship I must say, Nagusti is as lovely as her sister. And there is Sammy.
To make a long story short, we are now a very happy threesome. Nagusti’s depression has disappeared almost overnight. We now share the big king-size bed, with Sammy’s cot on the side. Sometimes after his mother has breast fed him, Sammy finishes the night in bed with us. I have now two very loving girl friends bending backward to make me feel good and happy and a lovely baby boy. In the beginning it was awkward, but Aster wanted it to succeed and with encouragements and sometimes unexpected initiatives, it worked. To my surprise I found out very quickly that I could love both women equally. Aster, Nagusti, no differences. I was afraid of any jealousy building up between the two women, but not so, they are still very affectionate to each other, all the time giggling and having a real good time. The last news is that they have both decided, as soon as possible, and if possible together, to both get a baby from me. An idea cast in concrete in their mind. It is not “if?” it is “when?”.
I have changed nothing in my social life, everybody knows the situation. To cut short to any rumors, I have kept it in the open. We shop together, go to parties together, host parties together, etc. At first, my friends were surprised, men a little envious as expected, but now all of them are used to it, even, unexpectedly, the wives. All of them are now accustomed that I have two girl friends. Both Aster and Nagusti are now fully integrated of my social circle.
My Arab boss, jokingly, told me that now I have no excuses not to embrace Islam.
Aster and I have made no changes in our wedding plans, something Nagusti accepts, as long as we stay together. If I could I would happily marry both, but there is there a technicality making it impossible. Bigamy is still a felony in Canada. I have no idea what the Canadian law says about “concubines”, because that is what Nagusti would technically become. I hate that word.
Some might consider I live in sin, but I love these two women dearly and it is reciprocal and real shared love cannot be a sin.
One day my career in the Middle East will come to an end and I will have to go back to my country. I will have no problems to take Aster with me, with whatever children we will have at that time. However, there is no way I will leave Nagusti behind; even more if we have babies together.
I have no clues on how I will handle that situation.
I am still in the middle of a messy contested divorce, back home.
Over a year ago, I met through common friends a lovely Ethiopian girl, Aster. She is 23 years my junior, I am 46, she is 23.
Very quickly we became a couple, after one week she moved in my villa and we prepared ourselves to be happy ever after with plans to marry with kids once my divorce is completed. Aster is of the Ethiopian brand of Greek Orthodox creed. So a religious wedding will not be a problem and she dreams of it.
Aster does not care about the age difference, loves me without any restrictions and I do everything that is possible to keep her happy, as I should. We were very much a happy couple. Until….
Aster has a two years older sister, Nagusti. The two sisters are very much attached to each other. If it was not for the 2 years age difference, they are like inseparable twins.
Nagusti was married with a 3 months old baby boy, Sammy, and a real a** h*** for an husband. It was a rushed, stupid marriage and it fell apart.
About 8 month ago, Nagusti’s husband disappeared without notice after cleaning up their bank account. I helped her to investigate and after a fortune in long distance calls, found out that he had left the country and moved back to Addis Ababa. Nagusti tried to call him, but last news he is now living with another woman he met here and refused to talk with his wife. A real SOB.
Nagusti was left on the street with her baby, penny less, job less, could not even pay the rent and was about to be expelled.
Under the demand of Aster, I gave temporary shelter to her sister and the baby. I have a big villa and a good expatriate salary. So it was really no hardship for me. Most important, it made my darling Aster happy.
I became very quickly attached to the baby and enjoyed buying lots of baby stuff. Feeling like a father again. Sometimes, he sleeps in my lap while we watch TV. It is a compensation to what my ex wife deprived me of. He is a happy little bundle of joy. Cries only when he is hungry or needs to be changed, rest of the time eats, smiles and sleeps.
But not his mother. Nagusti became very much depressed and Aster started to feel guilty to be so happy with her sister so miserable. Very often, we could hear Nagusti cry in her bedroom and see her with heavy eyes in the morning, Sometimes staying the whole day in her room, broody, eating without appetite, etc. All the symptoms of a major depression in the making.
Aster told me that she could not bear to see her sister like that and asked for my help. I suggested that she should get out, see friends, that we would baby-sit Sammy, I gave her money to change her mind shopping, but to no avail. Her depression was getting worse. I offered to pay her ticket back home, but Aster refused. This would be to send Nagusti back to a life of hard ship, no job, a baby, a bleak future indeed, and the two women cannot stand to be separated.
Then one day, while Nagusti was out, Aster made me an unexpected request. First I laughed at it, it was so incredible. Then I stopped laughing, Aster was very serious.
She told me she wanted to share me with Nagusti, that I should also become Nagusti’s boy friend. “All included” I asked. “Absolutely, everything we have together, I want my sister to have the same thing” she answered. Apparently, the two girls had plotted that for many days. Aster did not see that as a sacrifice, on the contrary, she loves her sister too much.
At first, I refused, but under Aster’s pressing requests, I decided to give it a try. Not a really big hardship I must say, Nagusti is as lovely as her sister. And there is Sammy.
To make a long story short, we are now a very happy threesome. Nagusti’s depression has disappeared almost overnight. We now share the big king-size bed, with Sammy’s cot on the side. Sometimes after his mother has breast fed him, Sammy finishes the night in bed with us. I have now two very loving girl friends bending backward to make me feel good and happy and a lovely baby boy. In the beginning it was awkward, but Aster wanted it to succeed and with encouragements and sometimes unexpected initiatives, it worked. To my surprise I found out very quickly that I could love both women equally. Aster, Nagusti, no differences. I was afraid of any jealousy building up between the two women, but not so, they are still very affectionate to each other, all the time giggling and having a real good time. The last news is that they have both decided, as soon as possible, and if possible together, to both get a baby from me. An idea cast in concrete in their mind. It is not “if?” it is “when?”.
I have changed nothing in my social life, everybody knows the situation. To cut short to any rumors, I have kept it in the open. We shop together, go to parties together, host parties together, etc. At first, my friends were surprised, men a little envious as expected, but now all of them are used to it, even, unexpectedly, the wives. All of them are now accustomed that I have two girl friends. Both Aster and Nagusti are now fully integrated of my social circle.
My Arab boss, jokingly, told me that now I have no excuses not to embrace Islam.
Aster and I have made no changes in our wedding plans, something Nagusti accepts, as long as we stay together. If I could I would happily marry both, but there is there a technicality making it impossible. Bigamy is still a felony in Canada. I have no idea what the Canadian law says about “concubines”, because that is what Nagusti would technically become. I hate that word.
Some might consider I live in sin, but I love these two women dearly and it is reciprocal and real shared love cannot be a sin.
One day my career in the Middle East will come to an end and I will have to go back to my country. I will have no problems to take Aster with me, with whatever children we will have at that time. However, there is no way I will leave Nagusti behind; even more if we have babies together.
I have no clues on how I will handle that situation.
