Of course, when we speak of plural marriage, we are, historically, referring to one man/one harem. It is every man's fantacy, to have a bevy of buxom beauties bedded before breakfast. (Excuse me. I have been attacked by a swarm of B's). I am reminded of the end of an Ogden Nash poem.

   Dear, I don't mind being married to you
   But I wish I could marry a carpenter, too.