Chapter 2

Brent Jackson walked out of the apartment with a smile on his face and drying semen on his cock. Widow Johnson kissed him as he was leaving her place, his semen still evident in her pubic hair. A smile was on her face as well.

“See you later Brent.” She said with a sultry purr to her voice.

“See you later Peggy. Good seeing you.” he said, as he gave her one last kiss before walking down the hallway to his own apartment. Peggy was one of the many widows living in the ‘old folks home’ that didn’t have any kids available to move in with. All six of his kids had offered him space to live, but he had turned them all down. He had an apartment and didn’t want to be seen as a burden to any of them, so he lived in the apartment he had shared with his wife before she passed.

Now that he was 21 again, as well as the widows who lived nearby, the sex among the residents was something you may call hedonistic.

The WE documented it all and gave the adults, the adults with a new lease on life, free reign to enjoy themselves, and all of them have been.

Brent walked down the hallway his head held high. He hadn’t felt this good in a long time.

Brent, are you going to form a relationship with Widow Johnson? his WE asked him. She certainly seems to enjoy being with you.

I don’t know. Why? Does she want to have one with me? he asked, a little surprised by the idea of a machine suggesting a relationship.

Her WE have seen her think about it, but no decision has been made by her. She does enjoy your attention and the freedom of having sex without worrying about pregnancy. The WE would suggest you continue to be nice to her and continue to offer her the chance to make love with her.

Brent just smiled. The news from his WE made him happy.

He showered and then relaxed in his apartment and flipped on the TV to entertain himself for a while. He looked around the apartment from his chair. The pictures of his children hanging on the walls along with his grandchildren and even his great-grandchildren. His family, so many out there, he just stood in his apartment and gazed at all of them.

“How did I get so lucky to have a family like this?” he said out loud.

The thoughts of his wife came to him, how much he loved her and how much she loved all of their kids. She worked hard to raise them. Taking them to events, to recitals, and to practices all while he was working for them all. She taught the girls how to be good women while he showed the boys what it means to be a good man and to love someone sacrificially. All of his kids had learned their lessons and all have started to pass those lessons onto the next generation.

Brent took time just going over so many memories of his family, he lost track of time and had to hurry out of his apartment or he would have missed dinner.

He threw on his Air Force hat that he was so proud of. One of the other guys that he lived near was retired Navy and they had a friendship that included many jabs at each other about their military careers.

When he arrived in the cafeteria, his friends were all sitting together at their usual table with a plate of food in front of them.

“Gentlemen,” he said, taking a chair and sitting down.

The cold feeling of the chair hit him but he ignored it as best he could, getting comfortable. “What’s for dinner?” he asked.

“Same old, same old.” Harold Thompson said. He is a retired accountant, lover of numbers, and usually has a joke at hand when needed. He used to be suffering from dementia, but no longer thanks to the WE.

A woman brought over Brent’s meal on a tray and set it in front of him, then laid a hand on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss his temple. Brent touched her hand and said thank you, as she left him to eat.

Brent dug in, then cringed at the flavor. “I need to get back in the kitchen and make something good to eat.” he said, swallowing his bite.

The other guys all laughed at him, having finished their meal, and knew full well what was going to happen.

They chatted among themselves while Brent ate and once he was finished, he looked around the table and asked the big question. “Now that we’re done, what are we going to do tonight?”

The men looked back and forth among themselves, the WE bringing forth many ideas to each of them, but none of them could choose what to do.

“Well, in that case, I’m going for a walk.” Brent said, then stood up from the chair and left the table.

Once he was outside, he grumbled that he needed to find new friends with some life in them. “They may have bodies of younger men, but their minds are still old.” he said.

Do you have any preferences on those friends Brent? his WE asked.

“No, I’ll find them. I was just complaining.” he said, moving down the street feeling good as he walked. The air on his bare skin, the blood flowing through his veins, his heart beating strongly in his chest: he was alive and that was a very good thing.

“By the way, I never thanked you and the WE for saving my life. Thank you WE for doing that for me.” he said, as he walked down the street and around the corner heading off toward parts unknown at the moment.

It was our pleasure Brent. We, the WE, were glad to do it. Your life supports us and we didn’t want to lose you and the lives that you support. his WE said as he moved freely down the street.

As he walked, his mind kept going back to something that he could let go of, what to do now? He had lived his life. Had his children. Raised them as best he could. He had found love and buried her when she died. So now what?

“WE, is this law you have about multiple wives real?”

Yes Brent it is. Why?

“I’m just trying to figure out how one man could take care of multiple women. My wife was hard enough, but several of them.” He said, then whistled. “Seems like a task that would be beyond me.”

His WE suggested he slow down and sit for a minute, I have a few videos to show you that may help to explain how to handle multiple wives at the same time.

Brent came to stop at a bench in the downtown area and took a seat. His WE started a porn video where one man was making love with one woman while kissing another. He was using his fingers to give the second woman pleasure all the while pistoning his cock in and out of the first woman.

“Yes, yes, that I understand. I figured that.” he said out loud, slightly shocked at the video they had chosen for him. Porn never really gave him any pleasure or fascination, it all seemed too gross in his taste.

“How is a family managed if there are two women in it?” he said.