The Wives (Bradley's Harem) Read Online Free PDF

from certain things because when
a female got something stuck in her fucking head you'd need a stick of dynamite
to blast that shit out.
    I went to my home office and turned
on the monitors so I could keep an eye on the rugrats, the little shits had
power napping down to a science and I didn't want anyone crawling out of bed
and toddling down the stairs.
    First order of business was going
over the weekly expenses, getting people's allowances situated for the coming
week, seriously, I don't know what my women did with their money because I
bought all their shit. Jewelry, clothes, designer bags and all the little odds
and ends that women seemed to need to make them feel like women.
    The kids' shit were a given, I made
sure my kids were set, spoilt fuckers. It didn't take me long to go over this
shit, it's just something I did to keep track of what was needed where. We had
to do a huge grocery shopping every two weeks or so, we usually did that as a
family, I think that's where we get most of our stares because as much as we
don't broadcast, we don't hide either. So it could happen that Anna would be
holding my hand down one aisle and Marcy or Janine the next. Most people would
stare but no one ever approached. There were lots of whispers and I'm sure
speculation but we were left pretty much alone.
    I had the bills set up for automatic
withdrawal except for credit card purchases and shit like that. So that was
half my job done, I took care of the two household credit cards that were in
all our names, again because I didn't want to deal with the favoritism bullshit
and then moved on to transferring funds. I'm the only one who messed with our
finances, the wives were more than welcome to take a look anytime they wanted
but they couldn't touch. There was a reason behind that shit, you see, Janine
and Marcy are pretty good with handling money, Anna not so much, I'm not sure
if it’s because she didn't have much growing up and they had or what, but the
girl could blow through hundreds of thousands of dollars in a few hours time.
To say this freaked the others out the one and only time she'd done it is an
understatement. There'd been more screaming and tears and name calling bullshit
surrounding the situation that I'd ended up risking my manhood and stepping
into the fray. The end result was that none of them any longer had access to
the accounts, I'd set up a household account with a cap on it that was for
emergencies and shit, Anna had been banned from the computer for two months, I
think that more than anything had cured her of her shit that now that I think
of it she gets me to do her dirty work these days. Fucking girl.

 
    I spent some time digging into one
Elizabeth Stanton's public profile, nothing too deep but I think I might want
to take her seriously this time. Her brand of crazy didn't seem to abate over
time like I'd originally thought so I was going to have all my ducks in a row
when and if she popped shit off, I also had to seriously sit my wife down and
get it through her head that this shit was serious, I'm not sure she got it
from my little speech yesterday and I know from experience that no one could
fuck her high on life worse than her good old mom. That bitch was miserable and
wanted everyone around her to be the same, at least that's the best I could
come up with, anyone who could hate children had to be seriously fucked in the
head.
    There wasn't much more there than the
shit I already knew but that's about what I'd expected. I saved everything I could
find on line including her charitable chairs, her husband's business dealings
that had been lauded over time and anything that could be of interest. If
things persisted I'd see about doing a deeper dig or hiring someone else to.
    I hadn't realized so much time had
gone by while I sat there until I heard the women downstairs. At least there
was laughter and joviality instead of screaming so I'm guessing they'd had a
good time at the spa. Damn my dick got hard