Reminiscing on the Good Old Days of Polygamy

Being a Sociology enthusiast, I have a clear idea of what life was like back in the days when even though our civilization wasn't up to today's standard we still had some civilization.

We lived in towns and villages, men hunted, fished, farmed, and had two or more wives.

And the greatest ambition of each of your wives was to be your favourite.

Oh my, sometimes I sit and think about the competition, the things these women must've done to win your favor.

Your wives could just be at home going about their business like the good little Queens they are and news would fly around on some extremely low-key that there is a woman in town from some far away land who teaches wives how to suck d*#k, that if you learn from this woman you would be a pro and your husband would be obsessed with you.

Just like that your wives would hurry to that noble woman from a faraway land, pay the small fee, learn, then come back home and you get to see which of them is a fast learner, good at grasping things, and the one born with a natural talent from a long line of Hawk Tuah foremothers 🌚.

Your wives would always be on high alert for anything that could improve their game.

A childhood friend of your second wife can find out some great trick that works on her husband, and because your second wife has been there for her in times of trouble in the past, she'll teach your second wife and send her on her way to go try it with you.

And if it works on you, cheers to many good nights going forward, son.

GIFY!

Every night you never know what the wife you chose to spend the night with must've learnt from a passerby, a foreigner, from gossip she heard while buying grain at some market miles away, etc.

Every night they try to the best of their abilities, so help them God, to bring their A-game.

Don't even get me started on the cooking skills they might employ 🌚.

And yeah, I mean it, don't get me started on that 😡, I'm here to talk about something way more pleasurable and important than food, let's not soil it with talks about food.

Anyways, damn, those were good old days. Especially how the brave wives would introduce one of her slave girls to help suck on something while she sucks on something else. And you'd just lay there having two different things sucked on at the same time like:

I mean we hate slavery, but...

Oh, and the wives who learnt how to make different types of aphrodisiacs from different sources, and made them every time you came to visit her...

Those were the days, son.

The End

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