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Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 02

By: submind



This is the second installment of a series about an upscale couple and a black man. 

*

"Hi honey. What a surprise! I'm not used to get phone calls from you at work. What's up?" was Beth's answer.

"Hmmmm... I was just wondering... Were you able to ask Joshua if he's available on Saturday?"

"You couldn't wait, did you? Yes Wayne, I did. He readily accepted. He said that he was honored. I told him that you would pick him up on the campus."

"Oh, nice! I'm glad that he accepted our invitation, and I can't wait to meet him. So, honey, I'll go back to work now. I have a meeting in about 10 minutes. I was just calling for that."

"You know, Wayne, I'm also very happy that Joshua can be with us this coming Saturday. I can't wait either to introduce him to you. I'm sure you'll like him." added Beth.

"I have no doubt about that, darling," I said before ending the call. "See you tonight."

This was on Tuesday, the day after Beth and I had decided to invite Joshua. For me, the rest of the week felt like a decade. The thought of seeing Joshua at home with Beth fed my fantasies, so much that my diminutive prick kept throbbing and oozing pre-cum almost continuously. 

After an agonizing week, the D day (or should I say the J day...) finally arrived. In the morning, after our breakfast served on the patio by our maid Amanda, Beth asked her to prepare her bath with her usual preferred scented foam.

"I'll go in the pool a little, darling," I said. "Would you like me to wash you up in your bath, say in about half an hour? This will give you time to relax."

"Hmmmm... I don't know. Why such a thing, honey? You haven't done that for ages. You know that I'm not used any more to be touched by you. Well... given that it's a special day, I'll say yes... But this will not be a habit." Beth said.

"OK, sweetheart. I'll see you later in the bathroom. After, I could help you pick the appropriate clothes for tonight. Remember my offer the other day?"

"Yes Wayne. I do remember. Don't you recall that you have been my 'dress advisor' before each date that I had with those two black men? Is this a coincidence or could it be a harbinger of a whole new future?" Beth stated with her contagious smile.

"Uh... I don't know, honey. Whatever... you know that my outmost wish is that you be happy," I answered with a trembling voice, my heart beating hard and my tiny penis throbbing.

This being said, I rushed to remove my bathrobe and dove right away into the pool, trying hard to hide my embarrassment.

After some time in the pool and a shower, I joined Beth in our bathroom. She was lying in the tub, her eyes closed, like if she was dreaming. Without saying a word, I stayed put for a moment just to look at her short page-cut reddish hair and perfect face. "You're so beautiful, and I love you so much," I uttered in a low voice, at which time she opened her pretty green eyes and smiled.

"You better wash me now, honey. The water is not so hot anymore."

"Yes darling. Here I am," I said, now on my knees, and I started to wash her body thoroughly, without touching her vagina and rectum. Those intimate parts of her body were no man's land for about two years now, since we stopped having sexual intercourse.

"Honey, we should dress casually tonight, don't you think?" Beth said before coming out of her tub for me to dry her up.

"Yes, I agree. The weather forecast is promising; we should ask Amanda to serve the dinner on the patio. With nice soft music and low lights in the pool and around."

"Mmmmmm. Yes... So what will I wear then?" Beth asked.

"I thought about it, and I would suggest that you wear your cute white summer dress with the spaghetti shoulder straps and the black belt. This will be very appropriate given that we will have dinner outdoors tonight. To this, you could add your white medium-heeled mules and adorn your white casual bracelets and necklace. What do you think?"

"Your advice has always been good when I had my dates, honey," Beth replied with a coy smile, "and it is again this time." And, looking at her toes, she added: "My nail polish sure needs to be freshened up, would you help me with that?"

"Sure, sweetheart. Do you want to put your shiny black polish on your toe and finger nails, just as we did the last time you prepared for a date? Remember, we thought that black would be fitting and assorted to black skin," I commented with a smile.

"Yes, indeed. That would be perfectly appropriate this time again, honey," Beth said, giving me tender kisses on the cheeks.

When we finished pampering Beth it was almost 4:00 p.m. Amanda told us that she would cook a lamb roast and asked me to pick the wine in the cellar. I chose the two 2006 Roda Rioja Reserva bottles that I had kept for a special occasion like this one.

Going back to Beth, I noticed that she was somewhat nervous -- just like me -- at the idea of having Joshua with us in our home, which had not been the case with the two young black men before. Without having to say anything we knew well that it could be the beginning of a new love affair for Beth and, who knows, of a new life for us if there was the right connection between her and her eventual new boyfriend. Our adrenaline level was quite high. We tried to relax ourselves a little with a margarita or two.

We had agreed that I would go pick up Joshua at his room on the campus and that Beth would stay home waiting for us. It was 5:30 when I left with the Mercedes.

It didn't have any problem finding the right building and Joshua's room. I couldn't wait to see him in person. Gathering all my composure, I knocked on the door. After what felt like an eternity, the door opened. I saw a handsome young black man about 6 feet tall, greeting me with a smile. We readily shook hands and introduced ourselves.

"Please come in, Mr. Anderson," Joshua said. I entered his two-room apartment. I saw right away that the place was quite different than our lush suburb monster house. Obviously, the young man had limited financial means.

"Please call me Wayne," I answered. "I'm sure that we are already friends, Joshua. Beth told me so many good things about you. I was eager to see you and to get to know you more."

I smiled when I saw him get a fresh flower bouquet -- a dozen of white roses -- and a bottle of wine. He also grabbed a small sports bag. "I am brining a few things, such as my bathing suit," he said. Mrs. Anderson told not to forget that, just in case I would like to enjoy your pool."

"Yes, Joshua, of course. You are certainly free to enjoy our pool tonight," I answered. The flowers and wine were a nice mark of attention on his part, especially given his low income. We then left right away and walked to the car. I noticed Joshua's expression when he saw the Mercedes; he was obviously impressed.

On our way back home we talked about his work in Beth's team. He spent the whole time sharing his admiration for her great knowledge and expertise and telling me that he didn't regret his move from New York to work on his Ph.D. thesis under the supervision of such an authority, and on top of that, such a nice lady.

I soon saw that how much Joshua was an assertive and self-confident individual despite his mere 24 years. No doubt that he could be in charge in any situation or relationship. No wonder that he had done such an effect on my rather submissive wife. My heart beating like mad, I hoped that she could find happiness this time with this man who seemed to be just the right type for her.

To be continued...

Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 03



Beth and Wayne continue their journey in cuckoldry with her young Black lover. 

*

"Hi darling," I said with a nervous voice as I opened the front door, Joshua by my side. It was obvious that Beth had been waiting for us impatiently, as she joined us in a matter of seconds, strutting on the tile floor with her white mules.

"Hello Joshua! I'm so happy that you accepted our invitation," Beth said, moving forward to receive his kisses on each cheek. He immediately handed her the bouquet of white roses, while I took care his bottle of wine (I had noticed that it was a rather expensive vintage and that he certainly had to make a financial compromise to buy it). Beth blushed at the attention and called Amanda. She was obviously flattered and excited.

"Amy, look at those gorgeous flowers! I would like to introduce you to this nice gentleman, Joshua, the young student I told you about. Joshua, this is Amanda, our beloved maid."

"Dear, could you please find an adequate vase for those beautiful flowers and put them on the table outdoors?" Beth asked. "Yes Madam, with pleasure," Amanda replied. "Would you like to have something to drink on the patio?" she inquired.

"Yes Amy, thank you. You might as well open Joshua's bottle so we can cheer to his success in the near future with his Ph.D.," Beth replied.

Arriving on the patio, I saw that Amanda had thought of using the small round glass table with three chairs for us to be more intimate, just in the shadow of the house so that we wouldn't suffer too much from the heat. She also had poured three glasses of Joshua's red wine. We then set to chat. The conversation lasted for more than one hour non-stop. We asked Joshua to tell us about his origins in NYC and the circumstances that lead him to study history. He was the fourth of a family of eight children in a lower-middle class black family. For his parents, school was a must. They wanted their son to have a good life. He began to read stories about the fate of black people in America, so much that this subject became his strong point at school. He wanted to become an authority, it was a way for him to honor his race.

Besides, his family, including himself, were Muslims. They were traditionalists but not fundamentalists. His parents were open to modernity but had raised their children in their faith in Allah. And Joshua told us about his long religious journey. For instance, he had long questioned himself as to his field of study, looking at one time at the possibility of studying Muslim theology. But he changed his mind eventually, after reading many books about the origins of the black slaves in America.

"I don't regret my decision whatsoever," he said, "especially now that I have the honor of working under the direction of the most internationally renowned specialist on the history of Black people in America."

Beth blushed a little after this laudatory declaration, and readily followed up by saying that Joshua was the best grad student she never had to supervise in her whole career.

It was easy for Beth and I to notice that this young man would go far. He is the assertive, self-confident, dominant type. We were sure that he would work his way. And I could notice that Beth was more and more attentive to him. She told us again that Joshua was the best grad student that she ever had to coach and that he would become her private assistant. This was a real thrill for me to see and feel. Could it be that Beth might find here the young man that she had always longed for?

It didn't take long before we finished Joshua's bottle. Beth was gradually relaxing. I saw her remove her mules to be more at ease, noticing by the same way that Joshua was paying a lot more attention to her than to me. It was apparent that he was enjoying what he saw: her legs, her black painted toe and finger nails contrasting with the white of her cute dress, her face, shoulders and upper chest. It was almost like I wasn't there anymore. They would laugh and giggle every now and then. At one point, Beth told him: "Joshua, you call me 'Mrs. Anderson' at the office but here, please call me Beth.". He reacted by saying: "You too, Beth, please call me Josh," with a warm smile and bright eyes. My heart was throbbing more than ever.

"Hey guys, I said. Why don't we spend a little time enjoying the pool before dinner? That would do us so much good with this hot weather."

"Yes, honey. Let's go," Beth replied. "Josh, you can go inside to change. Amanda will show you where to go."

While he was entering the house Beth and I looked at each other. Without having to say a word, we knew that this was an exciting moment for her. She was so cheerful, so happy. I couldn't resist: I hugged her and kissed her tenderly, whispering in her ear: "I love you, darling. Be happy." She understood perfectly what I meant.

A few minutes later the three of us were in the pool, enjoying the cool water on our bodies. Joshua had put on a red Speedo tight brief that emphasized his perfect athletic and muscular body. Beth was wearing a white strapless one-piece swimsuit. She had kept on her several white bracelets and her white necklace. We continued chatting in the pool for a while, until I decided to get out, before saying: "I've had enough. I'll go change." "We'll stay in a bit more, hey Josh?" said Beth. "Yes, Beth, with great pleasure," he replied.

Once in our bedroom, I could hear them laughing and playing around in the water. They were like two kids enjoying a pleasant afternoon under the sun. I removed my swimsuit and saw without surprise that my little penis had oozed precum. I went right away to the window to look at them. I could see Beth extending her arms toward Joshua, inviting him to come closer, noticing that she was talking to him but in a low voice. To my disappointment, I couldn't hear anything. He headed toward her and took her inviting hands and spread her arms apart in order to make her come closer. They repeated this play several times, laughing, and Beth still talking in a low voice, almost whispering. Until they stopped, now very close to each other. Beth then made her lips available, bending her beautiful head backward somewhat, her neck more exposed than ever. Joshua, keen as he is, was more than happy to oblige. They exchanged a few prude kisses on the lips. I was sure that Beth was moaning. At this point in time, Amanda passed by. She saw them and noticed that they were in their own world by themselves, and smiled. Amanda's presence did not bother them whatsoever. They kept exchanging little kisses, until Joshua took Beth by the waist and kind of made her dance in the water. She was acting very sensual and more and more provocative.

Joshua then left her and came out of the pool, grabbing a towel. Beth immediately followed him, almost running. At that time, I had no doubt in my mind as who was the one would wear the pants.

One thing leading to the other, we had our dinner around the small round glass table, Beth and Joshua now sitting closer to each other. I could see partly through the table glass that they were indulging in bare foot play, smiling at each other. Josh eventually put his hand on Beth's lap after a while. I have to say that with all this wine, we all were in quite a cherry mood. And I was personally very excited with all this.

"Guys, Beth said after sipping the last drop of our second wine bottle, I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you something."

"Please do, sweetheart," I replied, curious about what she would say.

"As you know and as I told you already, the annual convention of the Historical Society of America will be opening in two weeks. This year, it will be held in Memphis. I was invited to deliver a talk on my discoveries about the first arrival of African slaves on the continent. I have the opportunity to be accompanied by one of my grad students. I had not decided yet who I should select, and I was weighing the choices I had. By Monday, I must give the organizers the name of the student who will be with me. Given the high quality of Josh's work (following up on his invitation to call him by his first name), I decided to invite him." Without even waiting for me to say anything, she looked at him with inviting eyes and asked: "Josh, would you like to come with me?"

"Well, Beth, it depends," Josh replied. "This is a bit embarrassing for me. For two reasons. First, I just recently joined your team, and there is certainly someone else who deserves more than me to team up with you at the convention. Second, I don't have great financial means and I'm afraid that I can't afford the expense."

"Mmmmm, Josh, let me reassure you," Beth replied. "First, it's quite obvious that you're superior academically to anyone in my team. There is no way that this can be refuted, and even your teammates would admit it. Second, all expenses are paid, half by the Society as I'm a guest speaker, and half by our university. So...?"

"Well, now. I need to know something else," he replied. "Wayne, what's your feeling about this," he added, looking at me straight in the eyes, with his hand still on Beth's lap.

"Joshua, please don't worry. Beth is a true professional and she knows her field a lot better than I can ever know. Besides, she's a grown-up girl now," I replied with a grin.

"OK then, I accept," he said. "I am very honored that you picked me to be with you at the convention, Beth. I am convinced that this will be a great experience for me. Thank you so much," he concluded, before to put a prudish kiss on her lips.

The food and wine had put us in a high mood. It was now almost midnight. We continued discussing in a relaxed and cheering atmosphere.

"Honey, I told Beth, as we are quite tipsy now, I don't think that it would be safe for neither of us to drive, don't you think? Why wouldn't you stay here tonight, Joshua? We have two guest rooms ready at all times anyway."

"Your suggestion shows your wisdom and prudence, Wayne," Beth replied right away. "I think you should take up that advice, Josh. You would be more than welcome." She then looked at Joshua, who was a bit taken aback, without letting his embarrassment show too much however. He then nodded to show his acceptance.

After a nightcap, and with the cool night falling on us, we finally decided to go inside. As Amanda had already excused herself and gone to her room for the night, I told Beth that she should show Joshua the way to the guest room, an offer that she readily accepted, as I was expecting.

It was so elated to look at them walk in the hallway, both bare feet, hand in hand, like a young couple. Only then did I notice that Beth was about 6 inch shorter than him. Amazingly, she looked rejuvenated, and younger than her new lover, although being 21 years older than him.

***

Just out of the shower, I was more than surprised when I heard Beth enter our bedroom, about 10 minutes after taking Joshua to the guest bedroom. After those years together, I knew that she would tell me everything on what happened, just like she had done about her affairs with her two short-term lovers. She knows the excitement and arousal I get from her confessing her extramarital love adventures. She knows that I am now a true, willing cuckold. We didn't say a word. She came to me, gave me a tender kiss on a cheek and went right away in the restroom to take a shower. I lied down on our bed and waited for her to come beside me.

After Beth lied down alongside me, she took my right hand and made me probe her chest. "Do you feel my heartbeat, honey?" she asked in a low, sultry voice.

"Yes, indeed, Beth darling, you are exhilarated, aren't you?" I said.

"Yes, very much, Wayne. Josh literally knocked me out. He's so manly, so considerate and mature. The more I see him, the more I want to be with him."

"Yes, and it shows, honey," I added. "Could it be that you found the right man, at last?"

"It could very well be, sweetheart," she replied, still holding my hand.

"Now, tell me what just happened..." I asked, with a somewhat trembling voice.

"Yes, honey. Would you like us to masturbate at the same time?" she asked with lust in her voice, "... each on our own, of course."

"Mmmmmmm, yesss, honey," I replied. Please go on."

"We didn't say a word all the way to his room. We just held hands and walked, slowly. I stopped once we were at the door, we faced each other and Josh put his arms around my waist. I came close to him and put my head on his chest. I could feel his heart beat rapidly. I raised my head to look at his beautiful blue eyes. Then we kissed."

"A French kiss?" I asked in a somewhat trembling voice.

"Yes a long French kiss. It was so good... We tightened our embrace. I was so well in his arms, feeling his strength, his power, his extraordinary masculinity, all this in such a young man. Such a beautiful Black young man..."

"What happened then?" I asked, impatient to know the rest.

"I knew that Josh would have loved me to enter the room and spend some time with him," Beth said. "He kind of guessed that you would not have had any objections. But I resisted, whispering in his ear that I wanted to remain pristine and virgin for him, that it would be better for both of us to wait, that it would be all the better later, after a hard-to-sustain wait. After a last French kiss, we set apart, and I said: 'Good night my love'."

All the while, Beth was fingering herself and I was masturbating my now hard, albeit short, cock. Almost fainting with arousal, I finally spurted a little cum on my lower belly. Unable to keep my tongue in my mouth, I whispered to Beth: "This trip to Memphis will be like a honeymoon for both of you."

"Yesssssss!" Beth uttered, also cumming.

After cleaning ourselves, we went back to bed, exchanged a tender kiss, and cuddled gently. Before to turn the light off, my lovely wife commented about the dozen of white roses that Amanda had cleverly put on Beth's bedside table. "It was hard for me to leave Josh, but those are such a wonderful reminder of him," she said.

"Yes, absolutely, honey. I wish that you have unforgettable dreams. Good night," I answered.

***

This was Sunday morning. A morning to linger in bed, which was welcome. However, as I woke up, I turned on Beth's side and noticed that she was up already.

"Beth, you didn't wait for me?" I asked loudly, thinking that she was in our adjoining bathroom. No answer.

Right away, I knew where my wife could be. I looked by the window and, indeed, there she was with Joshua, playing in the pool. They were laughing cheerfully, involved in pursuits, him trying to catch her and her always escaping. Once in a while she would let him catch her and give him a reward for his catch, a long French kiss. Beth had traded her yesterday's one-piece swimsuit for her turquoise bikini that I found so gorgeous on her. All the while Amanda was setting the table for a late breakfast on the pool patio under the pergola, looking at them every now and then with a knowing smile. My heart was pumping like mad. This had the effect of waking me right up.

Sometime later, I was sitting sideways on a chaise longue beside Beth and Joshua, who were lying down on each of their own, side by side, and holding hands, with their sunglasses on. We chatted like this for a while, and then decided to eat something. Joshua got up and Beth presented him her hands for him to lift her up, which he did readily, so much that she hit his chest. He then rapidly lifted her in his arms and brought her to the table, her right arm resting on his shoulders.

"What a beautiful day, isn't it, lovebirds?" I commented with an engaging smile.

"Yes, Wayne. A very beautiful day," Joshua replied. "I'm so hungry! Aren't you also, darling?" looking at Beth.

"Yes, I'm starving," she replied, already biting into a croissant.

"Tell me, Joshua. Do you have anything scheduled on your own for today or this evening?" I asked.

"Nothing special, Wayne. I had planned to continue reading a Ph.D. thesis on the influence of Islam in the Black population in the western world, very interesting by the way, and I also intended to read a bit of the Koran. But the Holy Book, I have read several times already," he answered.

"So why don't you stay with us for the rest of the day and sleep here again tonight? This way, you and Beth could go directly to the university together tomorrow morning," I proposed.

Beth's eyes were wide open with joy at my idea: "Yes, yes, Josh. Please stay!" she pleaded.

"Ok then. It will be with pleasure. You greeted me so well, I will be grateful forever to you, Wayne, for your great kindness."

"Agreed, we are keeping you with us then," I concluded.

Beth and I spent a good part of the day discussing with Joshua about his origins and childhood in New York City as well as his faith. As mentioned in a previous part, he was of modest origin and member of a large family of eight children. His parents had made enormous sacrifices to provide their children with a good education; this was among their highest priorities. Two of his brothers were attorneys and he had a sister who was a registered nurse and another, a teacher. He felt privileged to have been able to pursue his education up to the Ph.D. and, most of all, to be under Beth's expert supervision. Furthermore, Joshua was fluent in the Arabic and German languages beside English.

Beth questioned Joshua further about his Muslim faith. Again, he talked about his parents, who brought them up in this religion. However, they were not fanatics and even less fundamentalists. They had melted very well in the American society. Joshua was going to the weekly prayer every Friday at the mosque (close to the university, and he had talked with the local imam several times) and adhered to Muslim laws related to the Ramadan. Although we already had an idea about this special month (there were several Muslim employees on staff at my company), he explained us that this is a month where practicing Muslims abstain from sexual intercourse, masturbation and eating every day from dawn until sunset. The fasting rule is not mandatory for children under seven, and old or sick people. As well, the pregnant woman is allowed not to fast if she fears that harm would come to her or her baby from her fasting. And the breast-feeding woman is allowed not to fast if she fears harm would come to her or her baby from her fasting. This part seemed to particularly attract Beth's attention.

"Glad that Amanda served us lamb yesterday," I commented with a smile.

Joshua laughed out loud at that remark. "Yes, I try to observe the Muslim prescription forbidding to eat pork. But I wouldn't die over it, no pun intended," he said with a wide smile.

"In any case, you can be assured that we will observe the prescription here from now on, do you agree Wayne?" Beth said.

"Absolutely, honey. This is a perfectly appropriate mark of respect for your guest -- or, should I say, your boyfriend. He deserves much respect, even devotion, I am sure that you'll agree, Beth," I answered, invaded by an overwhelming desire to bow to his superiority and to confirm my self-acceptance of my inferior, cuckold status in front of this real man.

Obviously, Joshua was a very mature individual for his young age. The more we talked with him, the more we liked him. We also were in a position to discover his much asserted personality, his good common sense and the power that emanated from him.

During the day, again on the subject of his faith, Joshua confessed that he had filed a formal request to change his first name. He wanted his new name to better reflect who he was and his deep beliefs. This again was of great interest to my dear wife.

"And do you mind telling us what will be your new name, darling?" did she ask quickly.

"In a couple of weeks at the most, my official first name will be Faisal," he replied.




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"Oh, very nice!" Beth added. "Is there any reason why you chose this particular name?"

"Yes, Faisal is an Arabic name that means 'The one who decides, who is in charge'. I have been notified that my request had been granted but that I could not change all my IDs before receiving the official certificate. This, as I said, should come in a matter of two weeks at the most."

"This name is particularly appropriate. Indeed, it reflects perfectly your specific characteristics," I said. "It reminds me of King Faisal."

"Yes, I agree completely," Beth added. "But tell me, I would like so much to call you by your new name! May we?"

"Yes, of course, you may. And thanks for your nice comments," Faisal concluded.

The three of us were so much involved in this captivating conversation that we had not seen time pass. We were now in mid-afternoon and the sun was hitting hard. I asked Beth and Faisal to excuse me, as I wanted to take my usual Sunday afternoon short nap.

"Very well, Wayne," Faisal said. "Why don't we go for a long walk in the neighborhood, Beth darling? I'm interested to look at those beautiful houses and front gardens, and I think I saw a large park not far away on our way here yesterday."

"It's a great idea, Faisal. I'll show you around. I'll change first," Beth said.

I had mixed feelings about this. On one side, I was afraid of the reaction of the neighbors at seeing my wife walking hand in hand with a Black young man. On the other side, this mere perspective was a great excitement. Again, my tiny prick was pulsating with lust. And I concluded that, in any case, if I was to fully assume my cuckold condition, I had to accept that people around us know it.

Obviously, Beth was in a different mood. She was like a teenage girl with her first lover. We both went in our bedroom while Faisal remained on the patio, chatting with Amanda, who liked him very much by now, just like if he was her own son. She was very happy that things had turned out that way for this new born couple.

Beth undressed and looked for some sport clothes. She finally set her choice for a pair of short shorts and a loose crop tank top and then put on white low-cut socks and her sneakers. She was prettier than ever, like she was twenty years younger.

"You are in love, Beth, aren't you?" I asked her, already knowing the answer.

"Does it show that much, honey? Yes, Wayne, I'm in love and... in lust too," she answered right away. "Even more than I was with you... I'm sorry, please excuse my candidness. I mean... I love you tenderly, affectionately, just like a brother now. With Faisal, it's way more. We didn't make love yet, but I know in advance that he will fulfill me as a woman. I have never had such a feeling in my adult life. And I'll do anything to keep him..."

Inhabited by a bit of sadness but much arousal an excitement, I hugged my wife and kissed her tenderly on the cheeks, telling her that I agreed completely with all this. I also confided that I just hoped that I could remain in her life and that I could let my cuckold voyeur wishes and fantasies come true. I told her that I worship the ground she walks on and that I would also worship the ground Faisal, and both of them, walk on.

"Honey, you remain my husband and I have no intention of letting you down," my wife said. "Especially that you are the one who, in part, opened up this treasure chest for me. And, so far, it looks like Faisal does not mind if you are in our presence. I'll talk to him about this watching and listening aspect of your cuckold experience anyway. And also about our common submissive temperament. Don't worry."

All my cuckoldry fantasies of those years back were now culminating in an extraordinary reality for both of us.

"Sweetheart, before you go, I wanted you to know that I intended to suggest that you spend the night with Faisal in the guest room tonight," I told her.

"Honey, you're so nice and understanding of my deep desires and needs. I appreciate very much what you just said. But I would have done it anyway. My love is so great, so hard-pressing, that I could not have resisted any more," did she say in a decided voice. This drove me crazy with lust.

I made sure that I could see them walking away in our long, winding driveway, be it only to savor this blessed moment where my beloved wife, dressed so pretty, was cheerfully strolling with her lover, holding his hand nonchalantly. On a Sunday like this, some neighbors would certainly see them...

***

As soon as they were away, my mind started racing with a mix of fantasies and hopes. First, I brought the white roses bouquet from our bedroom to the guest bedroom that Joshua, now Faisal, was using. I put it on one of the bedside tables. This would be most appropriate, I thought.

While there, I suddenly saw a wonderful opportunity arise... the intercom on one of the bedside tables. I turned it on and raised the volume, not too high, just enough so that I could hear. My whole body was shivering just at the thought of being an "acoustic lurker". I felt privileged to be able to live on this coming evening what was one of my most vivid dreams.

Beth and Faisal came back rather late, at around 6:30 p.m. They had walked for about an hour and a half and wandered in the park, after which they lied down on the grass, watching families and kids play.

"We had a very restful stroll," Beth said. "And we got to know each other more. Faisal expanded my knowledge of male-female relationships as per the Islamic precepts. I would be very interested in going to the mosque with him some day. This will be very enlightening."

"Oh... this is very interesting indeed," I commented. "It opens up our perception of the Islamic world. What love cannot do!"

"Very true, my dear," Beth added, while looking at Faisal straight in the eyes. "I love you darling," she told him, openly ignoring me. Most naturally, they kissed.

"Would you guys like me to prepare a little meal for you, as Amanda took her afternoon off," I proposed.

"I am not very hungry, Wayne," Faisal replied. "And you, my little one?"

"I guess that I could have just a light salad," Beth said. "Can you prepare us just that, please?"

"Yes, of course. With a glass of cool white wine. That would do you good. Personally, I don't feel like eating, so I'll pass."

In no less than half an hour, I served them their salad and wine at the kitchen bar, where they were sitting right alongside each other. They thanked me, and Beth told me: "You may dispose now. If we need anything more, we will call you. Oh, by the way... After this, we will go to Faisal's room to take a shower and then retire for the night. Oh, I was forgetting... Tomorrow morning, Faisal and I will go to the university with the Escalade, you can use the Mercedez. We will leave at around 7:00. It would be appreciated if you could prepare our breakfast, honey, because Amanda only starts working at 9:00, as you know. Please wake us up at around 6:15."

"Certainly, Beth, I'll do that. Thank you, Beth. Thank you Faisal. I wish you a very good night," was my answer. I was simply ecstatic! Beth knew -- and Faisal certainly knew as she must have told him with some details about our cuckold relationship -- that it was exactly the treatment I was striving for.

In this state of mind, I went directly to our master bedroom, where I would sleep alone in the king size bed tonight. Well... sleep is a big word, as I would certainly not sleep much. I was looking forward to having a tremendously hot experience.

Right away, I took a shower, trying to cool off my temper. It did not help much for that matter, but at least I had cleaned my precum on my lower belly and thighs. I then set the alarm clock to get up at 6:00 the next morning, after which I lied down on the bed, turned up the volume on my intercom station and turned the light off.

About half an hour later, it's with great excitement that I heard Faisal's room open then close. The volume level was just right. I made a point not to touch myself during the whole time. I wanted to avoid cumming and therefore lose my excitement. As well, I considered this "fasting" as another way to confirm my submission and deprivation of sex.

So far, I was barely hearing swishing sounds... the bed sheets being opened, I guess, and the clothes being removed. Then I clearly heard Beth moaning quietly and then more loudly. After this came silence. I explained it by the fact that they were in the walk-in shower adjoining the room.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally heard them close to the bed. 

Swishing sounds again, and not long after, Beth was moaning with contentment and Faisal groaning. I could also hear whispers and the sound of kisses.

"Mmmmmmm it's goooood..." Beth uttered in a rush of lust. "Please fuck me, my love. Fill me up. I want you in me sooooo muchhhh!"

This was simply flabbergasting. My short cock was erect as it has not been for ages. But I refrained from touching it.

After hearing many self-explanatory sounds that drove my imagination wild, I heard Beth again: "Faiiiiisallll! Oh my God, you're fucking me so well!!! Your cock is so huge... I have never been filled that much in my whole life!!! Aggghhhhh!"

"You're so wonderful, so delicious, my princess," Faisal said in a low voice. "You're just like a ripe fruit ready to be taken, my love... Mmmmmm. I love your face, I love your body, I love your scent, I love your age. You're my only one..."

After this vocal demonstration of mutual love, I was able to hear groans and moans again, lots of them, for a long while.

The culmination arrived not long after I had heard Beth scream and cry with lust. Both produced loud sounds in unison. They had come.

A long silence followed. I imagined that they were cuddling on top one of each other, just resting. I heard kisses again.

"You made me come as I never came, my love," Beth said quietly. "You gave me such pleasure, darling. Did you like it?"

"Mmmmmmm, yessss, my princess," said Faisal. "I love your mature body, yet so young-looking, I love your fullness, your roundness, your softness. You make me so happy, Beth darling."

"I guess that you and your husband had great sex in your first years together..." he added.

"Early in our married life, I thought that this was good sex, but tonight, I know it was not" Bet frankly admitted. "And I don't want to be deprived of your love, never, darling. I will do anything to keep you mine!"

"I will give you all the pleasure you deserve, my princess," was Faisal's reply. "I'll make you discover a whole new sexual world, a whole new erotic treasure land. I'll make you experiment things that you never thought could be possible. Do you want to follow me on this journey?"

"Mmmmmmmm, yesss, my love!!! I want to follow you anywhere you will take me!!!"

Hearing this, I was filled with overwhelming lust. I couldn't believe it yet. This was a great gift that was given to Beth and... I. On the other hand, I was greatly interrogative as to what would be those "things that she never thought could be possible"...

I could now hear Beth begging her lover like a bitch in heat. "Faisal, my love, my Master, please use me, fuck me hard, own me! Pleaassse! My only wish is to belong to you, to be your sex toy, your fuck bitch. Fuck me please!!!"

And he certainly did take ownership of her, if only according to the breathtaking moans that I heard Beth utter...

At that point, I came without touching myself, in the dark of our bedroom, my throbbing cockette spurting on my belly.

I cannot tell at what time I finally fell asleep. I can only say that I heard my alarm clock at 6:00. Surprisingly, I didn't have any problem getting up. On the contrary. Full of joy, I took a shower and dressed for my workday before to knock on the love nest door. Hearing no sound, I waited for about a minute then I opened the door, and saw the now tightly bonded lovers who were cuddling under the bed sheets. It was a wonderful sight that I'll always remember. "Good morning, Beth. Good morning Faisal," I said. "You must have had a good night, I'm sure. I'll go prepare your breakfast, this will leave you time to get ready." All I got as an answer was a series of low grunts and moans. I left the room.

To be continued...



Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 04



Faisal is increasing His control over Beth and Wayne, whose lives are taking a new turn. For new readers of this series, it is of course recommended to start reading at the beginning. This series of fiction might be of interest to readers who enjoy interracial sex stories with a religious twist. Otherwise, please just pass on.

I was at work for about an hour now. I had just dictated some letters for my secretary to type. When I turned to my computer screen, I saw that I had just received a new email. This was from Beth's office (we would communicate often during the day when at work). I opened it.

Dear cuckold,

Faisal asked me that, from now on, I keep you informed about our sex together. He told me to send you this email for starters. I am pleased to obey him and to oblige.

This morning, at breakfast, you complimented me on my green summer dress, remember? Well, I was, and still am, not wearing panties under, at Faisal's request.

As you know, I drove the Escalade to the university, with Faisal seating beside me. On our way, he had his left hand at the junction of my lower belly and thigh, caressing me and sometimes teasing my pussy and clit. I was on a real high, and really enjoyed the traffic stalls!

When I stopped the vehicle in the multilevel parking, we realized that we were about half an hour earlier than expected. Right away, Faisal asked me to get in the back and followed me there. Before sitting on the back seat, he got his phone out of his pocket. I saw that he intended to take pictures, and this excited me very much. He then unzipped his pants, and asked me to put a condom on his gorgeous big cock, after which, knowing very well his intentions, I lifted the skirt of my dress and straddled his penis, facing him. He then began to fuck me. I got very excited. We kissed torridly. Thanks to the tinted glasses, there was no chance that anybody could see us. His huge cock was deep in me and I was moaning like a bitch in heat. After several minutes of this hot fucking, I was about to come; my head was lying sideways on his shoulder and I was whispering naughty things in his ear. Suddenly, he lifted me and asked me to remove the condom and kneel down in front of him, between his spread thighs, and to suck him as he was about to cum.

In a matter of seconds, his cum spurted in and around my mouth. I tried to take his cock out of my mouth but he asked me to gulp it all and to clean his cock thoroughly with my tongue and lips, saying that his semen must not be wasted. You will see attached two pictures that Faisal took at that moment.

After having cleaned my face and arranging myself, I followed Faisal out of the vehicle and we went to the office.

I will register Faisal at the Memphis convention right after this email. We will stay late at the office today, as he has to prepare the presentation he will make at the convention, and for my part, my address in plenary session. We have no time to waste as this will be in less than two weeks. I should be home in the mid-evening. If I'm not too tired, we might have time then to talk a little about the new direction our life will obviously take from now on.

You certainly noticed that I used blunt, four-letter words in my email, words that we never used together since we married. I could not help using those words for the simple reason that I feel slutty, a feeling that I never experienced in my whole life until now. I feel so fulfilled and enthralled, and I know that it's only the beginning...

With tender love.

Beth

After reading this, I was almost breathless. My heart was beating like mad and my dickette was pulsating. This was a most astonishing and quite arousing confession, but what had struck me upfront was the blunt "Dear cuckold". I had mixed feelings; I was not expecting that. Curiously however, this excited me. I was so eager to talk to my wife in the evening.

A knock on the door of my office brought me back to reality. From that moment on, I plunged into work for the whole day, without forgetting to send a brief reply to Beth as soon as I had the chance:

My beloved wife,

Thank you very much for your email. I can't wait to see you tonight. Please extend my most respectful regards to Faisal.

Your loving (here I was shivering ...) cuckold

After sending my email to Beth, I forwarded both emails to my home office computer, as I wanted to read Beth's email and my reply again tonight and keep them as souvenirs of this landmark in our life. I also excitedly looked again and again at the attached pictures... On one of the pictures, there was my dear wife, a demure, classy middle-aged professional white lady, sucking a thick black penis oozing sperm in and around her wide open mouth. I could see her eyes up, looking at her lover. The second picture showed Beth's face with her mouth wide open and her tongue covered with Faisal's sperm, ready to swallow it. I made sure to delete the emails on my computer at work.

It was a hectic day, as usual, but I had much trouble keeping concentrated on the work, my mind constantly running. Luckily, my CEO workload brought me back on track; I had a meeting with the executive council in the morning and one with the vice presidents in the afternoon.

I was back home a little after 6:00 p.m. As usual, I took a shower and went into the pool. After that, I changed and had a glass of scotch. I tried to keep myself busy in my home office with some work that I had taken with me. But this was almost impossible. I kept reading Beth's email and looking at the astonishing picture of her worshipping her black lover's large penis. My mind was constantly bringing me back to Beth and Faisal, wondering in what way our relationship would evolve.

When Beth finally got home, it was a little before 8:00 p.m. I met her in the kitchen. "What a beautiful woman Faisal has," I thought to myself, looking at her in her green summer dress.

"Hi cuckold," Beth said, kissing me on the cheeks. "How was your day?" she asked with a grin on her face.

"Well, as you can guess, honey, I had quite a rough time keeping concentrated on my tasks," I answered, still struck by the way she had called me. "I notice that you now call me 'cuckold', honey. We never used that language before, when you had your affairs with you previous Black lovers. Are you going to call me this way from now on?"

"Yes, cucky. Faisal asked me to do so, and I find it appropriate," Beth said. "After all, this refers to reality, doesn't it? Isn't it the way you should be called? Tell me.... Faisal and I are so much in the same frame of mind, it's amazing! From now on, we will call you by the names that best describe you, such as 'cuckold', 'cucky', 'cucky Wayne', etc."

"I can't help but notice that your bond with Faisal is tightening, sweetheart," I remarked. "I am happy for you as, like you know, your happiness is what is important to me. However, this comes rather suddenly and unexpectedly."

"I can understand your feelings, dear Wayne," Beth replied. "As a matter of fact, I'm still trying to recover from the last couple of days. It has been like a dream. I pinch myself, wondering if it's just a fairy tale. I don't want to make you sad, Wayne, but I never fell in love the way I did with Faisal. I've been struck just like it was lightning."

Obviously, I had no choice but to accept this new reality, to accept the hard fact, that I have been the one who had lead my wife to extramarital relationships in the first place. And now, reality was here, knocking at the door...

We went to our bedroom. "Now undress me, cucky," Beth asked with an assertive voice that I had almost never heard since the beginning of our married life. Beth was as much the submissive type as I was, but this was taking another twist. She was becoming authoritarian with me but she was obviously submissive with her lover, eager to respond to his wishes and whims and to be controlled and owned by him.

I proceeded to undress her right away, with great pleasure and expectation. I unzipped the back of her green summer dress and found out that she was stark naked under, exposing her beautiful body, still firm for her age, with her breasts sagging just enough to make them desirable. She could compete with any younger female with respect to her legs, which were beautifully slender and sexy. She removed her medium-heeled shoes, climbed on the edge of the bed and positioned herself on all four, her thighs spread white apart, exposing her rear end without any embarrassment. She was certainly not lying in her email this morning... she was like a bitch in heat.

"Faisal has given me a wonderful gift tonight, cuckold," she said. "He introduced me to sodomy, something that you had asked me to try long ago but which I always refused to experiment, remember? But with Faisal it's so different. He told me that he would not hurt me, that he would do it slowly and gently, that he wanted to own me completely and, for that reason, I had to offer him all my holes. This last comment on his part made me literally drool, cucky. He filled me up completely, that was an awesome experience. I could feel his sperm pulsating in my colon. I can't wait to repeat it."

"Mmmmmm, Beth darling, this makes me hard, you know," I said, looking at her wide open rectum, Beth spreading her ass cheeks apart with her hands. "I'm so happy that Faisal could convince you to discover this new aspect of your sexuality despite the disgust that you have always shown for it with me."

"Well, my dear cuckold, Faisal is such a wonderful lover, very experienced and skilful. Quite different from you," Beth said in an asserted voice, testing my acceptance of this humiliation.

"Yes, Beth, I'm certainly not anywhere close to Faisal. This is a wonderful turning point in your life, and I'm so happy. You deserve that," I commented, with a lift in my voice.

"I'm glad that you react this way, cucky Wayne," Beth added, still on all four on the bed. "It's only the beginning, as I don't intend to live without my Adored One. His cum is still oozing from my rectum. He asked me to come back home without wiping any of it as he wanted you to clean it up. He likes you and he offers you this as the reward to a good little cuckold. Now, wipe my crack and rectum with your fingers and suck them carefully. The semen of a real man must not be waisted, as I told you in my email this morning."

"Mmmmmm, honey, Faisal is so generous!" I said with a voice betraying my great emotion. I then immediately touched Beth's rectum with one hand and began to clean her and to suck her lover's semen on my fingers. The taste of it was salty with a creamy texture. And, to my surprise, I liked it.

"Faisal said that you may also ensure that the cleaning is thorough directly with your tongue and lips on my rectum," Beth added. I was more than happy to oblige. Approaching my nose and mouth, it was like approaching Faisal's penis close. This had a very sensual effect. Beth reacted to my licking with loud moans, which was a great blessing and reward for me.

"I'll go take a shower," Beth said when she felt like it was enough. "Throw my dress in the laundry chute and undo the bed. It's late and I'll be quite busy tomorrow."

"Darling, I'm so happy to see you back in our bed, even though we're chaste," I told her with a shy smile.

"By the way, we will talk about your chastity later, dear Wayne," Beth replied. "I had thoughts about that today but didn't have time to talk to Faisal about it yet. Let's put this subject aside for now. This will be a welcome rest, cuckold," Beth concluded before heading to the bathroom.

When in bed, we discussed in the dark about the new direction our life was taking. We were both thrilled but I had secret apprehensions, wondering about my future. Would I be left over? And if not, what would be my role in this new cuckold lifestyle that looked very promising for Beth? It was already obvious that she and her lover were entering into a long term relationship.

"I need to sleep now, sweet cuckold," Beth said before giving me a light kiss on a cheek. "Have a good night."

"Good night, honey. I wish you great dreams this time again," I said.

***

Several days had passed. Beth and Faisal were at the annual convention of the Historical Society of America in Memphis.

"Hello!"

"Hello, Master Faisal. I hope I'm not disturbing You," I said, knowing that He could certainly feel the nervousness seeping through my voice.

"Hi cuckold," Faisal replied. "I'm happy that you called. I appreciate this initiative of yours."

"I'm very happy that I finally was able to express my submission, Master Faisal..."

"Very well, cuckold. I'm very touched by your courage and honesty, two qualities very worthy to a muslim man. Talking about this, you know that I'm introducing my Beth to the islamic faith and the Quran. She came with me at the mosque today, as we are on Friday. We separated at the entrance, her going into the women's prayer hall; someone lent her a prayer dress. When we met again, she put her shoes back on and shared her feelings. She was enthralled and asked me to teach her more. Every day, we are getting closer in several ways, including this one."

"The deep physical and spiritual bond that You and Beth are forging makes me very happy, Master Faisal. I'm glad that Beth finally found her true way to real happiness and fulfillment, thanks to You, Master Faisal. I'm very grateful that she belongs to You... And... huh... I want You to know... uhh... I wonder... I want You to know that I, too' belong to You, Master..."

"Hmmmm... You two belong to me now, especially my Beth. In fact, cuckold, you belong to me and Beth now. We had time to discuss and we have plans, many plans for us and... for you."

"Please Master Faisal, can You give me more details... pleaassse?"

"Not now, cuckold. We will tell you when we're back. By the way, we'll extend our trip for two days. We have to go shopping for my Beth. I expect you to meet us at the airport on Tuesday. Check our flight arrival time on the web."

"Yes, Master, with great pleasure. I'll ask Amanda to prepare a special meal. I would like to offer champagne to celebrate Your return."

"Good idea, cuck. I'm looking forward to seeing you again soon. So, see you on Tuesday, cuck."

"Thank You, Master, for having taken time to talk with me. Oh... I wanted to tell You one last thing... I also thought about some plans. I can't wait to tell You, Master."

"Very nice, cuck. I like that you anticipate. We will discuss that on Tuesday night," Faisal concluded, before hanging up.

I was almost fainting with overwhelming lust. Beth had emailed me from Memphis earlier on that day, giving me an advanced briefing about that call. She wanted me to phone Faisal on his cell and to call Him "Master" upfront, as a testimony of my submission to Him.

I could see that Faisal was having a major influence on my wife. The most amazing aspect is that all this had happened in such a short period of time. Of course, the fact that Beth was almost as submissive as me explained most of that fast pace. Obviously, a new page had just turned in our cuckold couple life. And my feeling was that there would be no coming back.

As a matter of fact, those days that I spent alone while Beth and Faisal were away gave me an opportunity to take stock of the situation. And that was not easy. I was constantly balancing between concerns about the future of our marriage life and excitement about the opportunities to indulge in my innermost inclinations that Beth's affair was providing. Would I be ready to make my long-time fantasies reality? And if yes, would I be willing to let that reality lead me into unknown territory? I had to admit that all this was going to change our lives, my life, forever. However, my true love for Beth and my deep-rooted submissive nature were constantly enticing me to pursue that extraordinary journey, wherever it would lead me...

The next Tuesday afternoon at the airport, my whole body was shivering when I saw them coming toward me in the arrival concourse. Holding hands and laughing, they were walking at a relaxed pace. And I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Beth at closer range. She was so much different. "My god, what happened to her!" I asked myself.

The lady who was with Faisal was indeed my wife but I'm not sure that I would have recognized her in a crowd on a sidewalk. She was wearing a floor-length navy blue dress that was covering her entire body, except her face, hands and feet, and a scarf that was covering her head.

"Hi cuckold, how do you like my new look?" Beth asked with a wide smile before giving me two gentle kisses on the cheeks, like she would do with anyone else that she knew. "This is an abaya, the common dress of muslim women. We bought it yesterday. I'll explain you at home."

But it was not her only transformation: she was walking bare feet in a pair of thong sandals and adorning a subtle, albeit slightly sexy, makeup, with red lipstick and long eyelashes. I noticed a diamond ring on one of Beth's toes. She was stunningly classy, elegant and sensual at the same time, without being slutty-looking of course, given the full-length, modest dress she was wearing. Nevertheless, she was very feminine and, together, Faisal and her were the perfect interracial couple.

"I'm glad that you responded to my request to pick us up, even in the middle of your CEO workday, cuckold," Faisal added. "Nice to see you again."

"I'm so happy that You are both back in town, Master," I replied, already mentally prepared to be his subservient.

After a few minutes, their luggage was on the carousel. They asked me to take care of that. I noticed that they had an extra suitcase that they didn't have when they left.

While driving home, I could see them in the back of the Mercedez through the mirror. Beth was almost like a whore in heat, French-kissing her lover in a tight embrace.

When we arrived home, they got out of the car and asked me to handle the luggage. First, I hurried to open the front door for them. Soon enough, Amanda came to welcome them. Sure enough, she was as stunned as I had been at Beth's new look. Clever as she is, she certainly knew right away that my wife was definitely under the spell of a powerful, assertive man, who had changed her so much in so short a time. Despite her age, she had an understanding attitude, especially given that Beth's lover was of her race. After kissing them, she went back to the kitchen to finish preparing the supper.

"Please bring our luggage in the main bedroom, cuckold," Beth told me with a friendly voice. I was wondering if Amanda had heard Beth calling me that humiliating way...

About an hour later, we were sitting at the small glass patio table. At my request, Amanda had brought the ice bucket with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. I popped the bottle open, filled the glasses and said "Let's drink to Master Faisal, to you my dear Beth and to our emerging relationship!"

"Cheers!" we said in unison.

After finishing the champagne and having our meal, we were chatting leisurely, Faisal and Beth both sitting on the patio loveseat and me in an assorted armchair. The evening was now well underway, and the food and wine were having a softening effect on us. Amanda had retired to her room for the night. Under the patio soft lighting, the cozy atmosphere was conductive to confidence, and we were sharing in an open, civilized and convivial way. All this helping, I decided to finally share what had been flooding my mind during the last few days following my phone call to Faisal.

"I wanted to tell You... hmmm... when You were away, I had a lot of time to think... As You may guess..." I said hesitantly. "I want to offer You, Master Faisal, to come live with us. This will have many advantages, such as being closer to your Ph.D. director when you need support in your scholar work, but most importantly, you won't have to worry about the rent and food, You'll be having Beth with you every night and you'll be in total control as my Master. From now on, this can be your house, your home. As you please, my Master."




Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 04



"Our Master," Beth added with a soft, highly emotive voice.

The two lovers looked at each other with a grin. Knowing that Beth was more than happy to hear my proposal, Master Faisal was a true gentleman in his comment, as usual: "Cuckold, this is very generous of you, and I appreciate it very much. I accept your proposal with great pleasure."

"Of course I am being selfish in this matter, having dreamed for a long time that Beth could at last find the real man she deserves and having strived to submit to this man as Beth's cuckold," I added. "Furthermore, I think that it would be most appropriate if you two take the master bedroom and I take the guestroom as of now. We can go to your room on the campus tomorrow after work to take all your belongings. And, don't worry, I'll pay any penalty that might be due in the case of an early departure before the end of the lease."

Beth got up, came to me in her beautiful abaya and hugged me tenderly: "You're such a lovely cuckold. I love you... the way you deserve... as my cuckold."

"Now is my turn to confess," Beth said, after going back beside her lover. "I intend to convert to the Islamic faith. As much I fell head over heels in love with Faisal, as much I feel the irresistible call of Faisal's faith. The more time passes, the more I adhere to the prescriptions and precepts of the Quran which perfectly correspond to my immense desire to submit to my finally found Man and to obey Him in every way. I agree perfectly with the idea of being a humble, obedient and modestly dressed woman in public as a sign of respect and faithfulness for my one and only Man, although I might be the exact opposite -- even slutty and sultry in private -- if He so wishes. I know deep down that this is my way of life, my destiny."

"Oh, Bethhhhh!!!! You are so deliciously honest! What you just said, I agree completely with!" was my immediate reaction -- another physical reaction of mine not being so visible under my pants. "But what will be the conversion process, dear you?"  

"Faisal and I discussed the matter," Beth replied. "Faisal will talk to the imam who's heading the mosque near the university and tell him about my intention. Then I'll most likely meet the imam alone a few times; he will want to make sure that I am progressing well on the path of the Islamic faith and that it's not just a fad, not just because of my love for Faisal. Later on, the imam will most probably want to meet us together and discuss. You know, in Memphis, I'm the one who asked Faisal to instruct me every evening about the Quran. He never forced me."

"Oh, I see. Very well... Please keep me posted on the progress of things," I added. "You have my complete approval, even though I'm perfectly aware that I'm not in a position to approve or disapprove your actions."

"Indeed, cuckold... who is in charge here?" Beth said.

"Master Faisal is in charge, honey," I replied without any hesitation. I could see the quiet and confident reaction in the eyes of Beth's lover.

"You are absolutely right, cuckold," Beth concluded. "We'll keep you informed nevertheless."

"I thought of something else during Your absence...," I added. "As you know, sweetheart, my company's market segment is mostly scientific and high end publications in North America and Western Europe. However, we want to expand with the same type of publications in the Eastern world, that is in Eastern Europe and the Middle East. We are in the process of creating a new division that will cover those parts of the world. There is an immense potential there, especially with the expansion of islamic customs and faith worlwide."

I carried on, now with a humble look toward Master Faisal: "You know, this idea came up to my mind... I think that You would be an excellent candidate for the vice president position in charge of this new division... Your background in history and Your Ph.D., as well as the fact that You are fluent in three languages, and not the least Arabic, are definite assets. I could push Your case with the executive council if You want. What do You think, Master Faisal?"

"Mmmm, it's definitely an appealing proposal, cuckold!" Faisal replied. "I'm certainly interested, given that I'll get my Ph.D. in the very near future. I want to tell you that I highly appreciate what you have done for me so far. Your desire and willingness to please me and Beth is quite commendable. Please proceed with this. Of course, I'll get prepared, with your kind assistance. Thank you, cuckold."

"Of course, there will be at least one interview with the board, as there will most likely be other candidates," I commented. "But I'll brief You thoroughly during the whole process. In any case, Your odds are very good, Master Faisal."

"I want you to know that your open mind about Beth's relationship with me, your obvious desire to pave her the way to happiness and fulfillment and your ready submissiveness will bring you great rewards," said Faisal. "You will be allowed to be part of our special triad in your cuckold role. For example, you will certainly be able to watch and listen... when we see fit, and also to assist Beth in pleasing and obeying me, such as pampering and preparing her. There is room for great intimacy in this special relationship as you can guess. And, most importantly, you will be observing the evolution of your dear wife, her blooming in all aspects of her life, social, religious, and sexual. A great new world is opening to you, cuckold, as much as to my Beth -- as you have already seen -- and, for that matter, to myself."

"Mmmm... Master Faisal... You're so generous and understanding!" I said in a trembling voice filled with a mix of emotions. "You undoubtedly know that my only wish is that Beth be happy; she certainly deserves it. My dream is now reality: she found the real man of her life, a true gentleman, a true powerful, authoritative man who can lead her to the blossoming of all her inner aspirations. Thank You for being who You are, Master Faisal. Thank You for loving and training Beth. Thank You for keeping me part of Your beautiful love relationship!"

All the while, lust was invading Beth: her eyes were closed, and she was leaning lovingly on Faisal, with her legs bended sideways on the loveseat after having removed her thong sandals. She looked adorable in her elegant abaya. They looked at each other and exchanged a deep French kiss, oblivious to my presence.

"Mmmmmm... cuckold, I love this testimony of obedience and submission to my Adored One," said Beth in a low voice after their hot wet kiss.

"My love, I would like to give a first little reward to your cuckold..." Faisal said with his usual calm voice. "Please undress and show yourself to us."

Beth was in an obvious sensual mood as she readily got up and began to remove her abaya lasciviously but a little clumsily as she was not quite used yet to this type of clothing. I soon found out that she was stark naked under her dress. She was beautiful... flourishing already... She was not shy at all, walking lasciviously, showing me -- and her lover -- her sexy body completely free of any hair. Her pussy bump was bald, as well as her armpits.

"Now, show him what you got, darling," Faisal said.

Beth then took position on all four on the patio tiles, presenting us her rear end, her thighs spread wide. I immediately saw that her rectum was adorning a beautiful pink round diamond-like ornament that I had never seen anywhere before. This was holding tight in her back hole, and I suddenly realized that she had it inside her since they had left Memphis.

"This is a butt plug, it's called a rosebud, cuckold," Faisal explained. "Beth will wear it for as long as I decide, which will be almost at all times. Of course, she will remove it to attend to her body needs or whenever I want. She's very fond of it now, you know, cuckold... You can see by yourself... go remove the plug, very slowly, this will give her much pleasure... Don't caress her... just concentrate on removing the plug ..."

I almost fainted in my armchair but I managed to get up, go to Beth and kneel down. I took care to position myself so that Master Faisal could see clearly. I took the protruding diamond-like end with two fingers and slowly, very slowly, began to take it out. Beth was moaning in a low voice, obviously loving it. This was a beautifully designed ornament. There was a short stainless steel rod extending into to a larger bulging part inside the rectum; this enabled the whole plug to remain in place without coming out. I finally removed it entirely very slowly, seeing Beth's ass rim expand quite wide.

Once I had the whole toy in my hand, Master Faisal ordered me to suck and lick it clean with my mouth and tongue and to put it back in as slowly as I had removed it. Beth was still moaning and panting, still on all four with her ass up high, her back arched.

I did exactly what Faisal had said. He then told Beth to get up and come by him on the loveseat. They kissed again passionately. Next, he asked Beth to sit with her thighs wide apart and her feet on the edge of the seat, exposing her bald pussy.

"Now, cuckold, come and worship my lover's feet and toes," Faisal demanded. I was stunned by that unexpected request. I was grateful within to Master Faisal for this however, as this gave me the chance to do something that I had wanted to do before but was always refused as a sick perversion. But now, under the spell of her lover, she had no objection. I kneeled down in front of Beth, which gave me the opportunity to have a close look to her bald -- and moist -- pussy. Then Faisal began to finger her skillfully, making her moan with lust. "Go, cuckold, worship her toes," he said. Which I set to do, gently kissing and sucking her red-painted toes, including the one with the expensive diamond ring. Noticing that, Faisal confided: "I bought this to my Beth as a sort of engagement ring." This had the effect of a bombshell on me. My mind raced at the implications of what he had just said. But I resumed my gentle, amorous, sucking, nibbling and licking, making sure not to miss any part, including between her lovely toes. Beth's excitement was building up as her lover kept moving his fingers on her clitoris and vagina lips, entering her hole every now and then. She was now panting and groaning quite loud, and finally came, almost screaming. I had never seen Beth come like that before. She then covered my face with her two feet, her eyes closed, and then lightly, but firmly, pushed my head backward, meaning "get off now".

After some moments of relief and rest for Beth, Faisal said that he wanted to go to bed, as the day had been quite taxing for both of them. "My Adored One, please take me to our room," Beth asked with a begging voice. He took her in His powerful arms and they left for their room -- the master bedroom. I followed them in the hallway. Before entering their room, Beth told me: "Cucky, could you call the university tomorrow morning and tell them that I won't be in? I have no course to give tomorrow anyway. My Master and I will stay here."

"Yes honey, I'll do that," I answered. "I hope you both have a good night."

"Good night, cuckold," Faisal said.

To be continued... 



Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 05



Like I mentioned earlier, this is a fiction series involving an upscale white couple leading a cuckold lifestyle with a young Black man. If this is not the kind of subject that you like, please don't read any further.

Several months had passed, during which some noteworthy events happened.

Master Faisal had been successful professionally: He received His Ph.D. with honors and, not long after, He got the vice-president position at my company. It is important to note that He was chosen, after three interviews with the executive board, without any influence on my part. I knew about His high capabilities and potential, and He fared quite well. Master Faisal was now head of our new division and deeply involved in building up and expanding our presence in the Eastern world market. The board was quite impressed by His performance so far. He traveled a lot, Beth accompanying Him as much as she could, as she was missing Him greatly when He was away. So much that she kind of lost some of her sacred fire as a professor/researcher. This was due to happen, I guess, but it concerned me a little as she was renowned internationally in her field of study, which had always made me very proud of her.

On the home front, Master Faisal and Beth were now in total control of our domestic life. They were more than ever in love and living in great communion of thoughts and beliefs. As a matter of fact, Beth was now a muslim. She had met with the imam several times, and later on, with him and Faisal together. I had attended her intimate conversion ceremony which was quite touching. At the university, Beth's colleagues and students, surprised at first, finally got accustomed to her new way of life and her islamic clothing. She was deeply involved in her faith, making every effort to perform her five prayers a day, even at work, where she would close her office door to pray on her mat when needed. Every Friday, Master Faisal and her would not miss the prayer at the mosque, where they would go together, and sometimes chat with the imam.

Our maid Amanda was also getting used to the change in power in the house. Actually, I found that she was rather happy about the new shift in dynamics, given that a young Black muslim man was now running the show. She was still polite and respectful with me but I had noticed that she was lightly contemptuous toward me, aware of my now overt lowly and submissive role. To be scorned by a maid-servant was somewhat humiliating for me, the CEO of a big publishing company and owner of a luxurious house and large estate in a lush L.A. suburb. But it was also rather titillating and arousing, enhancing my submissive frame of mind and my increasing acceptance of our Dom-sub-cuckold ménage à trois.

Another noteworthy evolution in my behavior was that I was now making every effort to be a proactive cuckold and sub, taking any opportunity to respond to, if not to anticipate, the expectations and wishes of my Master and His lover. I would sometimes dare to make proactive cuckold requests for "favors", like preparing and pampering Beth and helping her choose her clothes for various circumstances. This involved mostly adorning her with a great number of expensive bracelets, anklets, feet ornaments, rings for her fingers and toes and large ear rings, in the fashion of oriental women, painting her finger and toe nails and putting just the right amount of subtle perfume on her, including her intimate parts, a whim of Master. It never involved choosing underwear as she was doing without at all times now. Those "favors", when granted, offered me wonderful moments that I cherished, the only ones where I was now able to see Beth nude, along with the few instances where I was permitted to watch the two lovers indulging in sexual plays and to worship them in the ways they liked.

My gratitude toward Master Faisal and Beth for those blessed rewards opened up an unpredicted aspect of my submissive nature that must have been latent in my mind: financial servitude. For instance, Master Faisal had to go to Istanbul for a week or two to open our new branch there. I strongly suggested to Beth that she go with Him, getting an Amex card for her under my account so that they could go shopping and buy whatever they wanted for her. She didn't even thank me, taking this as a granted and normal gesture, showing how her cuckoldress self was blooming. This of course made my submissiveness more concrete than ever. They came back with two extra suitcases filled with islamic clothing for Beth, such as beautifully designed abayas, hijabs and chadors of different colors, expensive jewels, including bracelets and anklets, as well as flat ballet pumps and thong sandals. Finally, the cost of their shopping spree on that trip amounted to nearly $3,000. She was exhibiting her new culture with taste in a very elegant, reserved and demure manner, as Master Faisal was expecting. As a testimony of her love and submission to Him, Beth was now wearing Islamic clothing at all times in public and at work. At home however, she would sometimes dress in a western, more casual, way. Often, she would even go around without any clothes, just to please her Lover and tease her cuckold husband. 

On some occasions – much to Beth's despair – Master Faisal would be away on business without her. Those were opportunities for us to meet and talk, as we were doing regularly before the big shift in our life. The main subject we talked about, of course, was our submission to Master Faisal and my cuckoldry. And this proved to be very enlightening and stimulating conversations that contributed to make us more and more involved in our lifestyle.

For instance, a few days ago, Beth and I were outside on the patio in the early evening on a weekday, relaxing after our day of work. After a moment in the pool, she had changed into a beautiful full-length light-fabric white chador showing only her hands and feet, and I was wearing a bathrobe, having taken a shower. Amanda was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

"So how was your day, sweetheart?" I asked Beth as a way to test her level of interest for her scholar work.

"Well, it's becoming harder for me to concentrate on my work," she replied. "Master Faisal has received his Ph.D. as well as several of my grad students, so that my duties are less challenging now. But, most importantly, I want to spend as much time as possible with Him. So much that, as the academic year is ending, I thought that it was the right moment to apply for a sabbatical year, which I have done yesterday."

"Oh... That's some news, honey!" I reacted. "Of course, I am aware of your yearning to be with your Man as much as possible, and that's very understandable. That's why I gave Him a special permission to take you with Him on the company business trips, which is not authorized usually. Then, with your sabbatical, you'll have plenty of time. I'm so happy for you, honey!"

"Yes, I'm looking forward to fully enjoying my free time, cucky, you can be sure," Beth commented. "I have other news for you, by the way..."

"Yes? I can't wait to hear that," I said with some apprehension.

"You are well aware of my piety and my strengthening desire to deepen my faith," Beth said with her irresistible candid smile. "After much thought and maturing into that, I told Faisal that I wanted to change my first name, just as He had done for himself. I felt that this would be a testimony and a mark of my communion with Him. He was quite happy to hear that. So we began to explore the matter and came up with a list of appropriate names for a woman, and we finally picked Abida, meaning 'worshiper'. We thought that this was fitting me particularly well. So, just like Faisal had done, I filed an official name change request. So, please, call me by that name as of now, even though it's not official yet."

"Mmmmm... I must commend you on your excellent choice," I reacted. "You are certainly maturing on your spiritual journey. I am proud of you."

Beth (I mean Abida) reacted with a smile, and even endowed me with a gentle kiss on a cheek.

We continued our conversation in a relaxed atmosphere, conductive to confidences and the exploring of our new life. This happened to be quite a rich evening in that regard as I soon found out.

"As you know, my Adored One likes me hairless at all times, so I'll take a day off at work tomorrow to go for my laser treatment follow-up," Abida said. "He also would like me to grow my breasts somewhat. I'm now 32B, and He would like me to be around 36D. So we took an appointment with a plastic surgeon for the end of this week. And He told me that later on, we might consider a lip enhancement procedure; He loves women with pert, pouting lips."

This had the effect of making my diminutive cock grow suddenly. It's funny how thinks happen in life, I thought to myself. Breast augmentation for Beth had been in fact one of my main fantasies for quite some time. But I would have never dared to propose it, knowing well what her reaction would have been. As to the lip enhancement, this had never crossed my mind in any way, but it contributed to maintain my erection alive. I found these perspectives quite kinky and erotic indeed. And now Abida would gladly and readily do it to please her beloved One. When I told her that, Abida laughed lightly, admitting that life indeed reserves surprises and unexpected turns. "My Master is so good to me in all respects and gives me so much pleasure and happiness that I'm ready to do anything He wants in order to please Him," she confided.

Obviously, Abida was developing in her own way a type of reserved and inner sensuality and kinkiness, different from the usual overly apparent slutty and tart types, showing that our Master was a Man of great class despite His young age.

"Should I expect that you'll be paying for this?" Abida asked with a grin on her face, surely aware that this was music to the ears of her now fully broken lowly, subservient cuckold husband.

"Huh... Well... I guess so," did I reply. "You can just continue using the Amex card that I gave you before you left for Istanbul. I'm so glad to see you bloom and evolve in this new yourself, sweetheart. Day after day, you're becoming a more beautiful, new woman. And I am rejoiced to see that. I admit my inability to make this side of you come out, and I am now confident that you found the perfect Man who is able to compensate for my incompetence as a husband."

This demonstration of humility impressed Abida, who felt the need to thank me by contemplating to intercede with Master Faisal on my behalf. "That would please and excite me very much if, from time to time, you were allowed to suck my Adored One's beautiful black cock to prepare Him to penetrate me in both my holes. I'm thinking of those weekend mornings when you bring us our breakfast in bed; that could be a good opportunity then. I think I would come just seeing you making Him ready for me. Mmmmmm! Would you like me to ask this favor to our Master?"

"Well... my dear Beth... sorry, my dear Abida, you know for a fact that I'm not gay! In fact, I find your request quite surprising, if not shocking..." I stammered, unable to hide my repulsion. However, at the same time, my tiny cock was pulsating. Abida extended her hand and felt my lightly bulging crotch. She certainly was endowed with feminine intuition as she immediately noted that this apparent negative reaction was not that definite.

"Wayne, you're sure?" she whispered while gently stroking my erection through my pants. "I am sure that you could do this for your beloved wife, to make her happy, wouldn't you?" Abida added, sensing my reaction to her stroking. "And there would be many more 'rewards' for you, honey... Please, tell me..." she said while unzipping my pants and taking my hard cockette out. "Don't you masturbate more than ever since my Lover Faisal is part of our lives? Tell me, am I wrong?" did she say. "Huhhh, yes, you're right, honey..." I had to admit. "That's ok, I'll make Faisal's cock ready for you as another proof of my love for you, honey," I finally said, surrendering to her request.

"Now that your proxy of a cock is out, you might as well try to make it bigger and harder, sweetheart, although it doesn't compare whatsoever, and will never compare, to my Lover's long and thick black cock," she said in a low but assertive voice. "I want you to masturbate now and cum here, in front of me, while thinking of how you're going to prepare your Master's black scepter for His queen. Do it!" she ordered. This dominating behavior had an immediate effect on my tiny weeny and my mind. I began stroking it, right there, on the patio, in front of Abida.

During that time, my wife spread her legs and began to masturbate through her white chador. She soon was in a lusty mood, her eyes closed. Looking at her increased my excitement, and I was now furiously stroking my erect 3-inch cock. She opened her beautiful green eyes, looked at me, and resumed talking.

"Thank you, wayne, for accepting to make me more and more happy in my relationship with my Adored One. Thank you for accepting to suck His penis and make it hard for me so that He can penetrate me through my pussy and rectum... mmmmmm... that would be such a nice gesture on your part, such a proof of your love for me... mmm..." she said in a moaning voice while keeping masturbating. This had the immediate effect of making my cockette erupt on my pants. For a deviant, kinky sub like me, that was a genuine gift. After cleaning myself, I stood up and went by Abida and kissed her gently on her forefront while she was about to climax herself, now furiously masturbating, her legs wide apart under her chador, almost crying with lust.

Minutes later, we both undressed and went in the pool. While relaxing in the cool water, without any body contact, we kept chatting. "I wanted to tell you, wayne... said Abida I did talk to Faisal about your masturbation, and we agreed that it is somewhat a bad habit on the part of a sub like you. Discussing on what to do, Faisal had three options in mind. I thought that I had to share that with you..." "Yes honey, what are those options," I replied, anxious to know. "We pondered three possible alternatives, honey... physical castration, chemical castration and the use of a stainless steel male chastity device. We left the matter there and decided to get your opinion. I'm sure that you didn't know how kinky our Master is, did you? He is a distinguished and respectful young gentleman, as you know, but also an authoritarian man. I am continuously discovering His kinky side, and He makes explore my own kinky inner self. And it's a wonderful exploration. Now, back to you... I guess that you would choose the chastity device option, am I mistaking?" All this was said with a mischevious smile.

"Yes, you are right," I replied, knowing that I didn't have any other choice than to pick the least destructive option, castration definitely being out of the question. However, the sheer fact that Faisal had contemplated this option was frightening ... what did He have in store for the future, what would happen next?

"Ok then, we'll get you a steel chastity cage with a padlock as soon as possible," Abida concluded "and I will be the key holder. This way, we will be able to control your masturbation habits and increase your desire to obey and serve with carefully chosen occasional 'rewards' involving the removal of the device. For instance, our Master might wish to have you partake in our sex plays, and will find it advisable to milk you regularly. I think that this arrangement will perfectly fit your submissive frame of mind and keep you on your toes."

Having said that, my wife went out of the pool and asked me to dry her body with a large beach towel, which I was delighted to do. For me, that time spent with her and our conversation was like a daydream... or was it a nightmare? Here we were, still married but involved in a three-way D/s lifestyle. This was certainly a major turning point in our lives. And I sensed that there would be more to come.

"Now, I have to take a shower and phone my Adored One and take advantage of the 10-hour time difference," Abida said, holding the towel around her body. "I can't wait to tell Him about our conversation. However, I have one last thing to tell you for now. I would like you openly share with us your every sub cuckold erotic fantasy, every 'favor' that you would like us to do to you, every idea that you have to indulge further in your submissive behavior. You have already been quite proactive on that front up to now. On our part, we will do the same thing, we will let you know what we have in mind, what we would like you to do as our worshipper. This will be an open, transparent triad lifestyle. Do you find this reasonable?" "Yes, it seems quite legitimate and acceptable, Abida," I replied.

***

The house had never been so busy, which was quite different from our usual quiet domestic life. Faisal's father and mother, and two of His sisters had arrived five days earlier. Given that the academic year had ended and her sabbatical year request had been granted, Abida was now free as a bird. It's with obvious pleasure that she entertained her Lover's relatives. And Amanda was kept quite busy preparing the meals, although with the occasional help of Abida, Faisal's mother and... me.

I was unable to stay home during the day however, my work taking most of my time as usual. The same with Faisal who had to attend to His duties as vice-president. And at night, of course, there was no opportunity for me to ask for – and even less to obtain – any cuckold "favors".

But I found those two weeks with these special visitors quite enlightening in several respects. This exposed me to a culture which I was completely unaware of before, which was not always easy. For instance, it was rather tormenting for me to see Abida take a walk in the neighborhood every evening with Faisal's mother and two sisters: three black and one white woman wearing Islamic dresses walking on the street, for all our neighbors to see; they must have been quite puzzled, wondering what was happening to us.

According to what Abida could tell me, the days were spent chatting about women's stuff, such as clothes and makeup. The prayers were not missed, all of them kneeling together, head down, five times a day, observing the islamic precept. And, as one could expect, they also discussed how a muslim woman was to be obedient and faithful to her man. This particular subject was a concern to Faisal's mom and dad since the first time they had met Beth, now Abida. They came to love her, although not approving the fact that their son had a relationship with a married woman. They came to accept the 21 year age gap. But it was impossible for them to accept that their son could live with a married woman. So much that on the last evening before our visitors were to go back home, Faisal's father asked me for a private meeting; he wanted to discuss an "important matter".

We met in my home office, the door closed. "Wayne (I had insisted that we both use our first names, being about the same age), I want to thank you first for the great two weeks that we spent in your home," Amir began on a cordial tone. "This is much appreciated. Abida is such a nice hostess and we love her, and you are a true gentleman."

"This is a great pleasure to have you, your lovely wife and two of your daughters with us, Amir," I replied, reciprocating. "We greatly appreciate Faisal and admire His great qualities. I am very happy that He became the vice-president of our new division. He does a tremendous job. And His family is our family. Whenever you feel like visiting us again, please never hesitate. Our house will always be open for you."

"My wife and I are also very proud of our beloved son," Amir added. "However, something is a great concern for us: the fact that Abida is married. As you surely know, our religion, like yours, forbids adultery. This is unacceptable to us, and I wanted to talk with you in order to straighten this unfortunate situation. The honor of our son and of our family is at stake. I am sure that you can understand our point of view, Wayne."




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"Dear Amir, yes, I do understand the situation, and I will talk with Faisal and Abida, you have my word," I told him.

"Thank you, Wayne. Faisal told us that he would discuss the situation with you, anyway," Amir added. "If I may ask... we would like this issue to be solved in the short term."

Of course, this outcome was to be expected. The deep love between my wife and her Lover was so obvious, and the deepening of her new faith was also a critical factor. At first, this was a concern to me as well as it was for Faisal's family, but for opposite reasons. I saw that I was losing my wife inevitably, and this frightened me. The fear of seeing my life destroyed was overwhelming at first.

On one hand, I was very happy that Abida had at last found the real man she deserved, the one who could fulfill her inner sexual desires, the one who could make her libido bloom, and make her discover a whole new type of male-female relationship.

On the other hand, I was worried and sad about my own future life. However, my conversations with Abida and the passage of time somewhat reassured me. I had time to think the situation over. I came to accept my fate, hoping that I would still have a role to play in the two lovers' life.

The day after my conversation with Amir, Abida and I took Master Faisal's family members to the airport, Faisal being away on business. Back home, my beloved wife wanted to cool off and relax in the pool. She felt like spending the whole day lying down on a deck chair, being somewhat tired after those two weeks with visitors filling the house. But, most of all, she was missing her Lover so much. He was due back from Istanbul in only two days.

"Now undress me, cuckold," said Abida with an authoritative voice. " I'll relax and cool off in the pool for a while and then lie on a deck chair for the whole day. When I come out of the water, you'll put sunscreen all over my body. I feel miserable today."

"Thank you, my beloved Abida, for so kindly allowing me this great privilege!" I told her.

"As you know, my Adored One told me that I could do this kind of thing with you whenever I feel like it, of course within given limits. For example, sexual intercourse is excluded," she replied. "Anyway, it has been about three years now since we had intercourse the last time, isn't it?"

"Yes, you are right, sweetheart," I confirmed. "And I admit that I was not then powerful enough to provide you with the sexual pleasure that you deserve, and I am certainly not now either."

Having said that, I eagerly proceeded to undress Abida, freeing her of her white abaya, beginning with her headscarf. I soon saw that she was entirely naked under her dress, except for her numerous jewels and ornaments around her neck, wrists and ankles. It has been quite some time since I could see my wife undressed, and this made me ecstatic. My body was shivering with arousal and my diminutive prick became hard right away. Then, just above her vagina, I saw something that I had not seen before, and this almost made me faint. My wife had a flashy tattoo, a red heart with, written in white within it, a name in Arabic (فيصل) which I assumed was "Faisal". Noticing my astonishment, Abida said with a luscious voice: "You haven't seen me naked for a while, obviously. I suggested this to my Adored One, and He readily accepted, seeing this as another proof of my love and dedication to Him."

Abida's hairless white body was simply beautiful. Our Master Faisal had made her fully mature and just plump enough. Thanks to the augmentation procedure that she had a few weeks ago, her breasts were quite fuller, with protruding nipples. She told me that they were not yet 36D but that the wanted size would be attained in a few weeks. "I am getting used to the new roundness and weight of my expanded breasts," did she say. "That's funny... I feel more feminine now, thanks to Faisal's suggestion." And her lip enhancement procedure was soon to come as well. She was very sexy, although nobody could notice it in her outer life, where she was an archetype of a reserved and prude woman. The use of her body was Master Faisal's exclusivity, except for situations like this one, that were permitted as rewards for my consensual cuckoldry.

Right away, Abida dived into the pool and enjoyed the water for about half an hour. When she came out of the water, I met her with a towel and dried her up. She remained standing and asked me to put sunscreen all over her gorgeous body, taking care not to miss any part, including her breasts and back cheeks. I noticed that she was still sporting her rosebud butt plug, apparently with great ease. Just looking at her very sexy permanent tattoo as well as her jewels had a great effect on me, making my dickette expand somewhat. Seeing my state of mind, Abida ordered me to kneel down in front of her and kiss her pale rose-painted toes. Almost all her toes were adorned with expensive rings that I had paid for. This was outrageously exciting. Suddenly, she moved, ending my worshipping pleasure, and lied down on a deck chair. "Could you get my sunglasses, please, cuckold? And you can undress too... make yourself at home," she said with a wink.

When I came back from inside the house, Abida was already well installed, her legs wide open, dangling on each side of her chair. To my surprise and excitement, she was masturbating under the sun. She saw me approaching another chair but did not stop fingering herself. Obviously, my wife had become a lot more libidinous than she was before. Not wanting to break her fun, I put the sunglasses on her eyes.

"Mmmmmm... I miss my Adored One so much..." she uttered, moaning loudly. "If He was here, I would beg Him to fuck me hardddddd! I would implore Him to use my pussy and ass ... aghhhhhh!"

Lying on my own deck chair, I dared to try heightening her excitement: "Master Faisal really fulfills you, doesn't he? He gives you the pleasure you never experienced with me, doesn't He? He made you love sodomy, didn't He? He is your Real Man, isn't He?"

With one hand stroking her clit and the other one caressing her now larger breasts, Abida almost yelled: "Yessssssss! My Adored One owns me completely! He made me discover so many beautiful pleasures that I never thought existedddd.... Mmmmmmmm... He fucks me so well and so long, so often, so deliciously!!! He's so well endowed. He has tremendous stamina. His cock is sooooo big and thick; he fills me up completely!" She was in a high state of excitement, groaning and moaning loudly, oblivious to the fact that Amanda might see and hear her.

I was very excited as well, jerking myself furiously. Spontaneously, I carried on: "Master Faisal makes you so happy, He makes you so much a woman that you want to marry Him, don't you?"

"Yessssss! I do want to belong to my Man – my Master - completely. I do want to be His wife... forever!!!" Abida replied without any hesitation. This was so hot that I spurted my thin and clear sperm on the chair. A few seconds later, she also came, loudly.

We remained silent for a while, slowly coming back to the real world. Strange as it may look, I was happy for having "broken the ice" about the possibility of a divorce. Abida having been in such a state of sexual excitement, I knew what answer to expect to my last question.

I gave her another towel to clean her intimate part, not daring to do it myself with my mouth and tongue, sensing that it would be "out of bounds" for this time.

Abida then carried on: "I know that Amir had a talk with you. And I know that you're smart enough to be able to foresee this inevitable outcome. Yes, wayne (I noticed the gravity of the situation as she didn't call me cuckold this time), Faisal and I have decided to get married. This of course implies that I divorce first. And you know that it will happen, no matter what. Our decision has been taken; there will be no coming back. But I wanted to tell you first and get your free agreement, for the sake of fairness and in recognition of all our marriage years together. I still love you, but as a sister for her brother, with tenderness and care, but no more as a husband. It's more like affection. I will forever keep good memories of our past conjugal life. However, the only real husband I want is my Adored One, Faisal. I want to be His officially before the eyes of the world, I want to marry Him, give myself to Him as His precious, obedient, docile and submissive wife. As you might have thought, Faisal's parents want us to formalize and regularize our relationship, not only them but also the imam. As you know, adultery is forbidden in the islamic faith. Of course, it is the same in the Catholic faith, but you and I have freely chosen the cuckoldry lifestyle. As a matter of fact, you are the one who encouraged me in that way. I don't blame you, on the contrary," she added with her adorable smile.

"I understand perfectly, Abida," I answered. "And, as you say, I saw it coming, inevitably. I gave it great thought... I am ready to surrender my rights as your husband. However, I am concerned about my situation and my role from then on..."

"Faisal and I discussed this aspect as well," Abida readily added. "We not only have great sex, wayne," she added, "but have thoughtful conversations, we are more than sex partners. And this is what pleases me so much. For instance, we often discuss about our field of study and our newly common faith. Now back to where we were... Here is our proposal: you stay with us in the house, of which you remain the owner. Your role will be one of a servant, not only supporting us but certainly obeying us, doing everything you can to please us and fulfill our expectations. This will of course be relationship based on respect, certainly not a rowdy thing; that will be just like it has been so far. Am I right to guess, knowing your submissive nature, that this arrangement could satisfy you?"

"Mmmmmmm..... yessss..." I replied, almost whispering. Spontaneously, I began masturbating, but Abida stopped me right away: "You remember our conversation about your masturbation, don't you? This will have to be strictly controlled as we agreed. Your steel chastity cage should come in the mail in the next few days. So, please, now stop stroking yourself immediately," she sternly ordered.

Struck by that sudden reminder of the behavior I had to adopt, I nevertheless confessed that I was very happy and relieved to know that they both wanted to keep me. I knew for a fact that my wife could have left me anyway. "I am very grateful to you both," I confided, "and I will certainly thank Master Faisal warmly for this when He comes back." I added: "I feel privileged to be your dedicated servant. I will do everything to serve – and whenever you feel like it, to service – you."

"You might not know that, according to the Islamic rule, we cannot get married before a period of four months and ten days following the official date of my divorce," Abida explained. "So this will give us time to prepare the wedding and to get more accustomed to our new Master-Mistress-servant relationship. I also wanted to tell you that Faisal wants us to have children, which is very understandable for a man of His age. As you know, He is quite mature. I consider this as a wonderful gift on His part, and, deep within me, I truly want to give Him at least one child as a testimony to our deep love. I know that I'm now 46 years old; however, nowadays, many women have children at that age."

"Huh... honey... may I... Are you sure about that? Have you seriously weighted the pros and cons? How can imagine what this will imply..." I commented, completely stunned by Abida's project. "My first priority in all our years together was your happiness and well-being. What I'm saying is not inspired by jealousy, but by a true concern about your health and the consequences involved."

"Well, honey, I have given this some serious thought and discussed it thoroughly with my Adored One," replied Abida. "I know that my health and well-being is as much important to Him as they are to you."

"Well, then... you're a big girl, honey," I carried on with a smile of surrender. "You're old enough to decide. I guess that I have no choice anyway, do I? However, please promise me that if you ever get pregnant, you seek continuous medical supervision throughout your pregnancy, my love."

"Yes, my dear, I do promise, and I appreciate that you still care for the well-being of your beloved wife. It's a great sign of your true love for me. Besides, you have the right attitude, and our Master will be happy to know that. You know that Master Faisal is a true gentleman. I know Him enough not to be worried about His style of domination, very classy and respectful, albeit firm and authoritarian. I know that He truly loves me through that D/s relationship. And He is grateful to you for what you have done for Him up until now. And He will see to it that you have rewards for having relinquished your rights as a husband and for being at our service in all aspects of our lives."

Before turning on her belly on the reclining chair to ensure an even suntan on the beautiful body of a blessed and fulfilled woman in her mid-40s, Abida expressed again her gratitude and pleasure for my overt desire and willingness to remain alongside her in that new chapter of our very special couple journey. "I am delighted by your expressed subservience and docility," Abida confided. "I know your submissive nature but all this went so wonderfully; it's like a dream come true for me. In fact, our common submissive selves will combine in symbiosis in our obedience to our Master, my soon-to-be Husband. We won't be wife and husband any more but instead siblings in submission, each in our own way. This was to be our destiny."

To be continued...



Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 06



Four months and ten days, had said Abida.

It has been a very busy period of time for the three of us. Of course, my work as CEO kept me quite active. Apart from that, Master Faisal had asked me to help Abida with her preparations for the wedding as such and the banquet that was to follow. This was to be an "intimate" wedding, the number of guests being limited to Master Faisal's family members and the imam. However, Faisal, after a few days of thinking, thought that it would be a good idea to invite the other vice presidents of my company along with their spouses. The two of us discussed the idea. His goal was to mark His superiority over me as the Master and owner of my ex-wife. I had some difficulties with that at first and asked to have some time to think the situation over. Again, I lived an ordeal of ambiguity and self- interrogation. In fact, the question was: was my submissive nature strong enough to outweigh the humiliation that my surrendering would imply in front of the vice presidents and would my professional authority be put at risk? After further discussions with Master Faisal and Abida, I finally agreed to His suggestion. That would be an opportunity for me to show my true nature to my colleagues, who would probably consider me as a genuine gentleman and an open-minded and progressive man.

Of course, I also had to make all the arrangements with my lawyer for a consensual out-of-court divorce. Abida wanted this to be settled as soon as possible, as all she was thinking of was to become Master Faisal's wife.

The paperwork was indeed dealt with very diligently. Indeed, my wife and I signed the official divorce document only two weeks after she had told me about her decision. It was an easy job for my lawyer. Abida was to retain half of my assets, including the real property and all my financial holdings such as shares in the company, bonds, etc. Furthermore, despite the fact that we were now co-owners of the house, she and Master Faisal were granted the full use of the premises as if they were the only owners, and I officially assigned the Cadillac Escalade to them. For my part, I retained the ownership of the CL-class Mercedez and the right to keep living in the house. Those arrangements were satisfactory to the three of us.

Despite the turmoil, I had time to sit back and review my married life with Abida, as well as our journey into the cuckold lifestyle and her love for Faisal. I couldn't even remember the last time that we had a complete sexual intercourse. We still loved each other but in a completely different way compared to our first years together. Our relationship was one of friendship, tenderness and mutual respect. And Master Faisal, bright as He was, maintained this relationship, always demonstrating respect, either at work or in our very special personal relations.

At the time being, I was forced to realize that we were at a turning point, and that there would be no coming back. I realized that I had lost Beth as a wife, recognizing that it was for the most part due to my inability to fulfill her sexual desires. Not only had she found a young Man who was able to satisfy her but she had felt in love with Him. All this made me discover my true submissive nature and that I drew pleasure from being cuckolded and made to submit to Abida and her Lover. What were merely fantasies at first now was a genuine desire to serve, being heightened by the sexual pleasure that this was giving me. My life – and certainly Abida's – had changed forever. Thus, after thorough thinking, I decided to do everything to be kept by the spouses-to-be as their subservient life partner. I would find out soon that my submissive role would cover all aspects of my life: financial, sexual and ordinary daily life.

Time went by too fast for my taste; for Abida, on the contrary, it was like decades. With the help of one of her future sisters, she had finally picked a very modest and totally "orthodox" (Abida being now deeply involved in her Islamic faith) white wedding gown in a specialized Eastern bridal shop, to which was fitted an eight-feet train and a niqab [a veil which covers the entire face]. The veil's purpose was to emphasize that the bride's face was to be seen first and only by her groom – who would lift it to exchange kisses – and the imam leading the ceremony. According to the Islamic ways, after the ceremony, Abida would wear, at the wedding party, another white wedding gown then showing her face to everyone, without a niqab. The two women also bought a great quantity of jewels and accessories, including a beautiful pair of thong sandals adorned with high-quality rhinestones. Of course, I gladly, and excitedly, paid the bills. My reward for that was tender kisses on the cheeks from both of the two very excited ladies.

Two days before the big day, the house was full of excitement. Master Faisal's complete family was there, occupying all the available rooms. So much that I was without a room myself. Master Faisal generously invited me to sleep in their bedroom... on the floor at the foot of their bed. This made me very aroused and excited, hiking up my kinky submissive inclinations and my fantasizing potential. On the first evening of "room sharing", I knocked on their door, waiting to be invited in. When I entered, I felt like my heart was going to explode. Master Faisal was sitting on the large armchair beside the bay window, wearing a full-length white djellaba. He was quite impressive, His black skin contrasting with the pure white of his robe. Abida was sitting at His feet, one of her arms holding His legs and her head leaning on His knees. She was also wearing a white see-through abaya [a full-body robe-like dress that covers the whole body except the face, feet and hands] with a hijab [a head scarf that leaves the face uncovered]. It was obvious that she was naked underneath. As usual now, she was wearing rings on every toe and finger, rows of bracelets anklets and large earrings. And the result of her lips augmentation surgery was now quite obvious: they were very pouting, like the lips of a good number of colored people. As for Abida's breast augmentation, which I knew she had undertaken too at the wish of her Lover, I did not have the opportunity yet to see the change. The sight of my 45 years old wife sitting in a submissive posture at the feet of her 24 years old Lover and Husband-to-be sent shivers across my body and made my cockette throb. It was quite an impressive and arousing portrait.

"Remove your clothes, wayne, as a sign of your humility," said Abida after I had closed the door behind me. "Later on, after we come back from our honeymoon and settle in our new life, you'll be required to wear djellabas [long loose-fitting unisex robes] too, however humble style ones."

I immediately obeyed her order, undressing and standing in the middle of the room, kind of embarrassed. My short dick was nestled in its steel chastity cage for some time now. This particular type of male chastity device enabled me to wash my diminutive penis thoroughly without the need to be unlocked. I still found it difficult not being able to masturbate, however this situation had the side effect of heightening my capacity to fantasize, which was certainly to the benefit of my Master and His queen as my fantasies were inevitably submission-oriented. I was gradually evolving toward mental sex as my chaste status was having the pervert consequence of increasing my urge to indulge in kinkier behaviors. My mind was busy with more deviant fantasies and I was waiting the right opportunities to express them verbally to titillate and please Master Faisal and Abida. I was in complete chastity now, Abida milking me on rare occasions, when she fancied it. This was somewhat disappointing, as she had said that she would milk me regularly.

"When my Master told me that He would invite you here, I was somewhat annoyed," admitted my soon-to-be ex-wife. "But I understood that He just wanted to be thankful to you. He's so generous, isn't He?"

"Yes, Abida, our Master is a very bighearted Man," I answered. "I feel very privileged to be authorized to sleep here, as the house is full. Thank you very much, Master Faisal."

"You're most welcome, cucky," said Faisal, with a lusty voice, while Abida was still amorously keeping her covered head on His knees. "As a matter of fact, in two days from now, it will not be appropriate any more to call you by that name. I think that we will simply call you wayne. What do you think my love?" he asked Abida.

"Yes, my Adored One, just wayne. It will be more simple, and most of all very appropriate as he won't be a cuckold anymore," she added with a smiling voice.

"Please don't stay standing up, wayne," Master Faisal said. "You can sit in that other chair."

I could see that Abida was completely under the spell of her Man, in a state of well-being that was transpiring in her eyes and gestures. Her eyes closed, it was like she was daydreaming. So I was not surprised when she began to express her overwhelming happiness. Hoping to entice her to talk more and wanting to show my inferior condition and dependence on them, I thanked them again for having kindly offered me to sleep in their room.

"Well, wayne, it's the least we could do, given this particular situation," said Master Faisal. "But it's also a way for me to give you a 'reward'. In our future life together, you will get some 'gratuities' once in a while for being a good, obedient and docile sub. So, tonight, you will have one... that is having the privilege to lick Abida's anus clean of my sperm after I sodomize her. As my darling might not have told you, we always used a condom when making love since we met. We didn't want to go bareback before our wedding, as a way to preserve her 'purity' for the time we are duly married."

I was overthrown by lust, contemplating my servicing of Abida's now expanded rectum after she will have received her Lover's semen in her colon. My tiny caged dickette was throbbing with excitement.

"Now, my love, please undress so that your soon-to-be ex-husband sees how beautiful and sexy you have become," said Faisal.

Abida obediently stood up and began removing her hijab and abaya, wearing only her abundant jewelry. I discovered quite a different woman than the one I had seen naked a few weeks ago. Her now 36D breasts were obviously fuller and gently sagging, making her look a little plumper than her usual figure, which made her quite attractive. And her nipples were firmer and longer than before as well. But her waist had not changed; she was the pretty well-shaped lady that I had known, although sexier and more sultry. Her plump, pouting lips were for something in that. She now had what I called "let-me-suck-you" lips.

She kneeled in front of her seated Lover and raised His djellaba, uncovering His thick black penis, and began to kiss it tenderly then suck and lick it hungrily, her mouth opened wide to take it all, moaning all the while. She had been obviously well trained and had become an expert cock sucker. Our Master grabbed her head and made it move on His large shaft, fucking her gaping mouth. In a matter of minutes, His penis was like a hard long pole. He released His hold on Abida's head, which meant that she now could position herself to be sodomized. She stood up and turned her back to her Lover, spread her legs wide and slowly squatted over His crotch and lowered herself on His huge pole. Although I could barely see as they were facing me, Abida's loud moan indicated that her Man had begun to penetrate her rectum. She was now slowly moving up and down on His shaft while He was skillfully fingering her clitoris.

She let herself lean backward on her "love seat", her head resting on his right shoulder. "Mmmm... My beloved Master... mmmm... I can't wait till we're married so that You can impregnate Your loving wife..." whispered Abida in her Lover's ear loud enough so that I could hear. "I want sooo much to be Your true wife, foreverrr..." Hearing that, her Lover/Bull increased His rhythm in her anus, fully penetrating her up to the hilt now. She now had His full 9-inch phallus up her colon. I could see that my wife was now accustomed to accept her Lover's massive prick in her rear end, fitting snugly but without pain. His testicles were hastily jumping at the door of Abida's rear hole and her large breasts were oscillating and clapping on her belly under the power of His hard ass-fucking. He was caressing her torso and fingering her rapidly. At times, He would insert some fingers deep in Abida's vagina, take them out and spread her juice over her face. She would then hungrily seek to loudly suck His wet black fingers. She was wet and ecstatic, moaning loudly, oblivious to my presence in the room. The view I had of her bright red tattooed heart above her bald pussy and the way she was making herself available to her Owner was making me extremely excited. Soon I saw and heard that our Master was close to climaxing, breathing and grunting loudly, similar to a male lion copulating with his lioness. A few seconds later, I could see some of His sperm seeping out of Abida's anus.

The two lovers maintained their embrace, indulging in deep French kissing, Abida still leaning in her Lover's arms, her legs still spread wide and now bent, her jewel-adorned feet resting on His knees. After a long while, Faisal took my wife by the waist with his powerful arms and lifted her out, letting his still stiff, glistening penis come out of her rectum.

"Are you hungry, wayne? Are you eager to enjoy your reward for being a good and obedient sub?" Abida asked me. "You can crawl over now and clean me," she added in a stern voice which left no room for discussion. She kneeled in front of Master Faisal like she had done earlier, the difference being that she raised her rear end high in the air and spread her buttocks wide so that I could lick and suck her rectum, which I did readily. The mixed smells of Abida's juice and Faisal's sperm slowly running down her hole was intoxicating. I eagerly put my mouth and tongue at her service, kissing, sucking and licking her thoroughly, making her moan and getting my face all wet and sticky. Surprisingly, the taste of the mixture was good, a little salty and thick. At the same time, she was cleaning her Lover's penis clean, yearning to gulp every drop of his sperm. This was an enormous gift for me to be able to service my wife while showing my submission and obedience to her and her soon-to-be Husband. So much that I was forgetting my tiny prick snugly imprisoned in its stainless steel cage.

Abida and I were like luscious slaves, involved one behind the other in our devious love, at the service of our Mighty Master.

Master Faisal was in a generous mood on that evening. He asked Abida to unlock my chastity cage. Still naked, she ordered me to lie on their bed and proceeded to free my captive dickette, which sprang up right away.

"I want to thank you very much again for having let your wife fall in love with me," said our Master, now sitting naked in the armchair. "Thank you for having let her seek and find her true sexual self and fulfillment with me," He added. "Thank you for having given me the opportunity to find a very rewarding job where I can put my knowledge and skills to profit. You're a genuine gentleman. I like the way you progress in your subservience to us. I am very grateful to you for accepting to pay all the expenses of our wedding and honeymoon and book reservations for us at the most luxurious hotels. I know that your superior, Abida, expects you to deepen your servitude for the love of me. She wants you to be not only our servant but our slave. She wants you to do everything to please me and do whatever we ask you to do, whatever we think of to spice up our sexual life. The unlocking of your chastity cage is a reward that we give you tonight as a gesture of gratitude for having so obediently let Abida become my property. Of course, you're forbidden to masturbate... Abida, your superior, will see to it that you release your weak milk either by stroking your cockette or by being so verbally slutty and kinky that you'll come without being touched."

"Yes, wayne, our Master is right," confirmed Abida. "I am and want to be His exclusive property, I will be His obedient wife and remain prude and modest in the presence of other men. As a matter of fact, as a good muslim wife, I will never be alone in the presence of other males without Him or without being chaperoned by another man of our family, such as His father, the imam or you. At all times in public, I will wear an abaya and a burqa [an enveloping outer garment worn by women in some Islamic traditions to cover their bodies when in public. The face-veil portion is usually a rectangular piece of semi-transparent cloth whose top side is sewn to corresponding portion of the head-scarf, so that the veil hangs down loose from the scarf, and it can be turned up if the woman wishes to reveal her face (otherwise the whole face would be covered). In other cases, the niqab part can be a side-attached cloth that covers the face below the eyes' region.] covering my face, as well as elbow-length gloves. I would not want my beloved Husband to ever have the slightest reason to question my complete fidelity to Him and my modest behavior. That will not be a challenge for me but rather a fully accepted way of life. Master Faisal not only seduced me but He also made me a true and devout muslim believer. And this is the way a muslim wife has to be and behave."

My wife's new way of thinking was obvious to me after seeing her scrupulously obey the Islamic precepts in her everyday life. She would always do her five prayers a day, go to the mosque for the Friday prayer and wear the most orthodox Islamic feminine garments. Furthermore, she made a point of including a visit to the Mecca as part of their honeymoon in the Middle East.

"However, in our private life, I am already, and will be, my Master's sexy, naughty and horny lover just as He has trained me to be," Abida continued. "Whatever He wants me to do and be to please Him, I will do. I will be a proactive rather than reactive wife, lover, whore, slut, bitch if it's that's what He wants me to be. And I expect you to be the same with our Master and me. I can't wait to be impregnated by my Adored One, to become pregnant at 46 years old for the love of Him, to bear and feed His child. I will proudly carry and deliver our baby, His baby, the concrete result of our deep love. My only goal in life from now on will be to love, obey and serve my Adored One, my Master, our Master."

This had the effect of keeping my diminutive penis stiff. I was not on the brink of cumming yet but I knew that it would happen, whatever the way.

"wayne, I expect you to seriously consider your future life with us while we are on our honeymoon," said Abida, now sitting on one arm of the chair where her Lover was. "I expect you to continue to be a proactive submissive and to increase your inferior status by becoming our slave. Whatever ideas that you have to make that a reality will be welcome. The more kinky your suggestions will be, the more frequently you will have the privilege of being unlocked and to come without touching yourself."

"As a matter of fact, I came to realize that you're way too busy as CEO to give us all the attention and devotion we deserve," she continued. "During our absence, please think that over. When we return, I expect you to come up with suggestions on the way you can free yourself in order to become our full-time slave. This might sound extreme at this time, but knowing your kinky mind and your deep submissive inclination, I am sure that you'll find a way and surprise us with your willingness to please and serve."





Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 06



Abida and her Black Lover soon saw what effect her statement had on me: my dickette pulsated and spurted light and clear cum over my lower belly. They smiled at me in a condescending way and indulged in deep French kissing before ordering me to go take a shower and lie down on the carpet at the foot of the bed for the night.

***

The wedding day had finally arrived. One of Abida's sisters was helping her getting prepared; she opened the bedroom door just a little to tell me that the bride was almost ready and... very nervous. So was I. Master Faisal, the imam and all the guests, including my company's vice presidents and their spouses were gathered on the lawn under the smallest of two white tents set in our large backyard. 

Abida finally came out of the room with her sister acting as her bridesmaid. At her sight, I almost fainted. I had in front of me a lady dressed in a white satin full-length Islamic wedding dress with an 8-foot train. Her head was covered with a long three-layered white sequined tulle bridal hijab with a delicate but thick veil hiding her face. The first man to see her face was to be her Husband once their union would be declared official by the imam. The only parts of the bride's body that the wedding party and guests would see were her feet as she was wearing elbow-length white satin gloves. She was walking in a pair of pretty white tong sandals with rhinestones but, contrary to the usual way, her toes were free of any jewelry. I understood that Abida's way of dressing was to show her complete purity to her new Husband and to the others attending. "Although I can't see your face, I congratulate you for your wedding dress, my dear. You are a beautiful bride," I told Abida as a way to reduce her obvious nervousness. "Thank you, wayne, you're gorgeous in your white tuxedo as well," she replied with a tender smile.

I was indeed sporting a white tuxedo with a white bow, just as was the Groom, with the difference that I was also wearing my steel chastity cage. Abida and I had agreed that I would be tending to her train on her way to meet her Groom and the imam under the big tent. This was to be a sign of my surrender as ex-husband and of my submission to her new Spouse. This was quite uncommon of course. And it was going to be the moment of truth for me with respect to my personal status in front of the people waiting for us in the yard. My mind was made up. I had made my decision after a long and thorough thinking process. So now everyone would know about my place as an omega male.

When we came out of the house and proceeded under the tent, we could see our Master standing with His father and the imam at the other end of the white carpet, as well as all the guests assembled in silence on each side. Holding Abida's long train on our way, my heart was pounding as it never had before. I knew now that a whole new life was uncovering for the three of us. 

We had finally reached the Groom. The imam invited Him and His bride to sit down. I helped Abida with her dress and train and went to my seat in the first row along with Faisal's family members. The imam then delivered the marriage sermon, beginning with the praise of Allah, after which he invited the bride and the groom, as well as the participating guests to a life of piety, mutual love and kindness. He then officially married Abida and Faisal with the recitation of the usual three Quran verses and concluded the ceremony with a prayer. The Groom lifted the bride's face veil and kissed her on the lips. It was a very touching ceremony that brought tears to the eyes not only of Faisal's family members but to mine as well. Again, I had mixed emotions, alternating between sadness and happiness. This was due to happen, I thought to myself. Looking at that the new Husband's parents, it was obvious that they were very proud and happy that their son had married a free woman, despite the 21 years age difference. Surely, they were now hoping to have their first grandchild.

Later, everybody was gathered under the second tent for the wedding banquet. An hour and a half was needed for Abida to change clothes and be pampered by her bridesmaid. She was now sporting a beautiful white full-length abaya with an assorted Arabic bridal hijab studded with precious stones. Her hands and feet were now uncovered, and Abida's numerous bracelets and rings were giving her an awesome look. Her long fingernails, as well as her toenails, were daintily painted in white. The most striking feature of her stunning appearance was a large nose ring attached to her left nostril with two dangling pearls at the level of her chin, the whole accessory connected to the upper part of her left ear by a delicate gold chain. This was completed by heavy, although not slutty, makeup featuring long eyelashes and bright white glossy lipstick. Abida was absolutely stunning, thanks to her bridesmaid.

Faisal's wife had a radiant smile and talked to all the guests. Kisses with the bride were limited to the family members; the non-muslim male guests were told in advance that they were only allowed to pay their respect to her by shaking hands. Many guests took pictures of the newlyweds, who formed quite an extraordinary interracial couple, a trait heightened by the large age difference. This was far from common, and I was sure that a lot of them would tell around about their experience.

The revealing sound of chatting testified that the atmosphere was perfect and that everybody were happy to be there and getting into the mood. The cocktail was now coming to an end, and the caterer was inviting the bride and groom and all guests to be seated for the banquet. I had the privilege to sit at one end of the head table. I had a good view of the newlyweds, who were obviously ecstatic and happy, exchanging loving looks and touching hands. The meal went underway at the sound of soft Arabic and Middle East music.

At the end of the main course, before the cutting of the cake, Amir, Faisal's father, stood up to deliver the usual speech. He expressed his happiness and his wife's to have their son married to a delicious white woman, sharing their pride. Unexpectedly, he thanked and commended me for my open mind, kindness and wisdom for having seen that true love outweighs everything and for having stepped aside to let my former wife live her destiny. He finally proposed a toast to his son and His wife, to the applause of the guests.

In a way, Amir had stolen me part of the show, as Abida and I had agreed that I would also deliver a speech. This was to be a proof of my submission and surrender to her and Master Faisal, even though everyone else would see it as a gesture of nobility and civility on the part of a gentleman. And I was next in line to address the party. I was quite nervous and, for a moment, I wondered if I would have the guts to oblige Abida. But my experience as CEO helped me keep my composure, and I stood up.

"Ladies and gentleman," I began, "first I would like to thank Amir for his kind words. I feel privileged to get to know him, his lovely wife and their children. They made me feel as if I am part of their family. I don't want to take too much of your time. I will say just a few words to congratulate Abida and Faisal and wish them the most happy and fruitful life together. For them, it was love almost at first sight. And when this happens, nothing can hinder the destiny of the lovers. I am more than convinced that Abida has found a very respectable, gentle and loving husband, who has impressed us all with his calm, kindness and intelligence, and who will take great care of her. Thanks God for what is happening and long live to the newlyweds and their eventual progeny. Ladies and gentlemen, please join me now in a toast to our newlyweds and wish them a long and happy life together!"

My address was also followed by an admiring round of applause from the crowd. Certainly some guests must have considered this a weird and extremely rare situation where a husband freely surrenders his rights in favor of another man, only 24 years old, black and muslim on top of it, and wondered what could have lead to all that. However, some others might have found it no more eccentric than same sex marriages, an increasingly widespread phenomenon.

The reception went on until late in the night. People danced, drank and had fun. The newlyweds, however, had to leave for their one-month honeymoon in the Middle East at 8:00 a.m. At 5:00, I put their luggage in the Escalade and took them to the airport. After only a few minutes, Abida fell asleep quietly in the arms of her Husband on the back seat. Master Faisal, being younger and full of energy, stayed awake so we chatted all the way. He thanked me warmly again for all that I had done for Him and His new wife and for my kindness, obedience and generosity, telling me again that there would be great rewards for me in the form of opportunities to nurture my submissive and kinky nature ahead in time. I assured Him that I was and would remain their devoted servant.

As soon as she came out of the vehicle, Abida, who was wearing a dark navy blue abaya, hastily covered her face with her niqab that let only her eyes be seen, and her black elbow-length gloves, and humbly followed her Husband into the terminal. I wished them good bye and a very pleasant and safe trip. Abida promised me that she would email me regularly from her notebook computer. I could not refrain to shed a few tears. She also reminded me of the place in the house where she had put the spare key to my chastity cage, but she warned me not to open my cage in any circumstances other than an emergency.

They were to travel extensively, all expenses paid by me, through the Middle East, in Turkey, Qatar, Saudi Arabia and the Emirates. Their first destination, where they would stay for little more than a week, was Istanbul – where Faisal had opened our branch office for the Middle East in the previous year – with a plane transfer in New York, a rather long and tiring journey.

It would be a somewhat strange honeymoon, a mix of sexual plays and experimentations and a religious pilgrimage that would certainly increase and deepen their faith, especially Abida's. Furthermore, it so happened that the yearly Ramadan would begin ten days before the end of their trip. This perspective was both a source of excitement and a sacrifice for them as they would refrain from having sexual intercourse, eating and drinking from dawn until sunset.

***

Back home, I did my best to be a good host for my Master's family members, who stayed for three days, after which I resumed my duties as CEO. Working late at the office was a way for me to make the time go faster but the thought of Abida and her new Husband was almost constantly in my mind. This was undoubtedly going to be a long month for me.

It's with joy and relief that I received Abida's first email a few days after they had left.

Dear wayne,

I hope that you're doing well (and that you followed my order about the key...). We landed safely in Istanbul three days ago, after a long flight from New York. In the plane, we spent some of our time reading the Quran, my Husband using an Arabic copy and me an English one, although He teaches me the basics of the language a little every day. We also slept and watched movies. I was hungry but refused the meal as the meat was not halal. Coming out of the plane at the airport, I was assaulted by a scorching heat that made me sweat abundantly under my garment until we finally entered our suite at the Ciragan Palace Kempinski late in the afternoon. As soon as the bell boy left the room, I removed my niqab, and my Husband and I hugged and French kissed without end, and we began to undress each other, eager to play. We had waited for so long that most intimate erotic encounter as Husband and wife and yearned to seal our commitment to each other as spouses. I wanted to take a shower first but my Adored One said that He would enjoy making love just as we were, that is with our bodies covered with sweat, wanting to smell, kiss and lick my body all over. This was quite an arousing proposal indeed!

We ended up on the huge bed, my white, slick and sticky body contrasting with Faisal's athletic, drenched black mass. We were like two animals in heat, moaning, groaning, giggling and kissing hotly. At long last, my "fasting" was over... my Man would penetrate me vaginally bareback, just the legitimate way a husband takes ownership of his wife. At long last, I could experience within me the awesome feel of the skin of His long and thick black cock. Before, we indulged in long foreplay, exploring our sweat-drenched bodies like never before. He slowly began to probe my body with His eager tongue and lips, wiping the sweat on my armpits and under my enlarged breasts, sometimes enhancing my pleasure by biting my long, erect nipples. My dear Lover licked my smelly navel and proceeded down to my bald pussy, stopping to kiss my bright red tattooed heart with His name within, and licking and sucking my hard clitoris and gently biting my outer and inner lips. This was never before experienced beatitude for me, the now proud and obedient wife of my new Husband. He didn't miss any part of my body, which I was delighted to offer Him on the altar of Love. Taking His time, Faisal explored my rear crack with his tongue, lingering into my wet anus.

After a long while spent worshipping my available body, my Adored One, at last, lifted me with His powerful arms, turned me on my back and made his way between my thighs, making me spread them to welcome Him. Faisal gently but firmly pushed his penis at the entrance of my hole, applying some pressure then let the head plop in. As I was somewhat stretched, no pain was involved. I crossed my legs behind His lower back to imprison Him on me, as if I wanted Him and I to become a single body, and scraped His shoulders with my long nails. He slowly buried his prick to the hilt then withdrew to the crown. His pace picked up slowly till He had a nice rhythm that held for about 15 minutes, accompanied by the sound of my numerous bracelets and anklets, culminating in an explosion that almost took me from my bonds. I was driven crazy with lust. Surrendering to the power of my Husband, I yelped in ecstasy! I had never been dreaming to get so much pleasure and joy from sex.

Having both ejaculated, and exhausted, we fell asleep, my Master lying on top of me with His black phallus still inside me, His warm sperm slowly seeping out.

Now the morning after, we just finished having our breakfast in our suite, overlooking the beautiful Bosphorus. At the request of our Master Faisal – who wanted to give you that special "reward" – it's with pleasure and lust, my fingers trembling on the keyboard, that I wrote you this account of our first bareback intercourse as Husband and wife.

With all my affection to you, my fellow worshipper of our Master.

When I finished reading, I was overwhelmed by horniness. Unable to control my urge, I picked up the key to my chastity cage, unlocked it and came back to the computer to read Abida's email again, furiously masturbating my stiff 3-inch dickette. I ended up with a small pool of my light sperm on my lower belly.

To be continued.



Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 07



During the absence of the newlyweds, my time was split between work and endless moments of thinking at home. I had a feeling of emptiness; I was missing Abida and our Master. This, however, gave me plenty of time to consider the situation I would have to face when they return.

I could not avoid thinking that I had been the initiator of all this, the one, not so long ago, who had proposed my wife to find a "real" man to satisfy her sexual cravings. So I had to face reality: she had found that real Man, and had become His wife. It was an irreversible state of affairs.

I tried to occupy my mind with the company's business. It worked somewhat during the day, and even late in the evening some days, but when I came back home at night, with my boy-cock ensconced in its steel cage, my thoughts inevitably came back to my submissive status and to the uncertainty of my fate.

I remembered very well what Abida had told me on the evening that I came into their room before their wedding: "...I came to realize that you're way too busy as CEO to give us all the attention and devotion we deserve... I expect you to seriously consider your future life with us while we are on our honeymoon... I expect you to continue to be a proactive submissive and to increase your inferior status by becoming our true servant. Whatever ideas that you have to make that a reality will be welcome... When we return, I expect you to come up with suggestions on the way you can free yourself in order to become our full-time submissive."

Some ideas and plans began to form in my mind on the means I could use to satisfy Abida's expectations. I was now 58 years old, two years short of the goal I had set to retire at the age of 60. I had been blessed to pursue a very successful career in the publishing field, up to the position of CEO of a major international publishing house. I was a more than wealthy man, with a 6-figure salary, half of a large estate in L.A. (with the other half belonging to my ex-wife), a great number of highly profitable shares and the perspective of a hefty retiring allowance. I would be protected from any money problems for the rest of my life. With the passing of days, slowly, I developed a proposal for Abida and her Husband, an offer that would most likely be satisfactory to them.

It had been a week since the two newlyweds had left. I kept watching my emails every day, hoping to receive a second one from Abida [see chapter 6]. It came into my inbox at home a few days later. My heart was beating wildly:

Dear servant,

We enjoyed very much our stay in Istanbul. A lot happened in the last few days. As you know, my Husband wanted me to keep you informed of our honeymoon as a "reward" for your devoted submission to us. As a matter of fact, I have so much to tell you that I wrote the rest in a Word document attached to this email. You might print it and read it at your leisure.

Shivering with excitement, I opened the attached document right away, printed it and began reading:





Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 07



At exactly 7:00, I heard a knock on the door. Faridah was definitely on time, a sure sign of obedience. When I opened the door, my now enlarged 36D breasts were lightly dangling. I was not wearing any make up and my body was entirely bald, except for my hair. As usual, my fingers and toes were all adorning rings, including my wedding ring. Despite my 46 years, I was proud of my still rather attractive and well preserved body.

I saw the surprise in Faridah's eyes and face. Although somewhat stunned, she immediately curtseyed and put a gentle kiss on my hand, kept her cool and said: "Good evening, Madam." with a coy smile.

I welcomed her in and took the small suitcase that she was holding. Once she was inside, I saw that her eyes were immediately attracted to my bright red tattooed heart above my bald pussy. Faisal was in the bathroom just about to take his shower. I undressed Faridah completely. I couldn't do but smile when I saw her large breasts, larger than mine, being reminded of Faisal's taste for huge breasts. Her slightly plump, lightly tanned Mideastern body was very attractive, and I noticed with pleasure that it was as hairless as mine. She also had a remarkable attribute: exceptionally large vagina outer labia, like I had never seen before, that were dangling freely when she moved (mmmmmm).

Taking her hand, I lead her to the half-open bathroom door, poking my head in. "My beloved One, would You like us to take a shower with You?" He readily accepted and invited us in. No doubt that the concubine had the same reasons as the wife to admire this beautiful Black Man in all His splendor. When He saw us naked, His already long half-rigid prick readily sprang up, and I couldn't do but drool in awe. Without further ado, Faisal entered the large luxurious shower and turned the water on to adjust its temperature. We followed Him and let ourselves be engulfed under the warm water, closing in on our gorgeous Black Husband/Lover. He hugged us in His strong, muscular arms in such a way that we were now forming a tight triad spreading bubbling soap all over our longing bodies. Faridah and I smiled when our hands met to grab Faisal's huge penis, so that we began masturbating Him in unison. Our large breasts were literally flattened on His torso, and we were soon indulging in a three-way deep French kissing, our tongues mingling hastily. I readily kissed my Precious Pearl with my pouting lips, oblivious to this very lesbian gesture. Our hands were all over each other's bodies, sometimes in a rear end, sometimes fingering our vaginas or Faisal's testicles. My soul sister and I were gasping and moaning loudly.

Suddenly, my Husband grabbed me by the thighs and lifted me, motioning to fuck me astride. I readily crossed my legs around His waist and my arms around His neck and made my pussy available, wide open. He slowly worked His thick, heavily veined shaft into me, and rode me like a horse siring a mare. My big breasts were bouncing and rebounding like mad. I was rising and falling on His cock, my slit dripping wet. Loudly, I uttered: "Oh my beautiful Black Stallion... mmmmmmm... You fuck me so good! Aghhh... Yes, fuck me hard, harder please!!!" My Adored One was filling me up completely, making me utter loud panting, fevered moans.

Meanwhile, my Precious Pearl was caressing my buttocks and back and gently fondling my breasts and thighs. After a short while, she grabbed the protruding rosebud of my buttplug and slowly moved it in and out of my anus just so that it was on the verge of coming out; At the same time, she was giving me gentle kisses on the ears, whispering... "Oh, Madam, you're beautiful..." I was having enormous pleasure, literally fucked from both sides. I was in a state of blissful ecstasy and came just a few moments before my Husband did. I felt His potent semen oozing out of my vagina. My body was limp, completely exhausted. My two companions tenderly kissed me.

I cannot tell you how long these plays lasted as we were all lost in deep lust. However, we finally came out of the shower. Faisal asked Faridah to dry 'Madam' up with a large towel, then Him. "Dry yourself, dry Madam's hair and then yours, and come meet us in the room. We have to get dressed as we only have about 20 minutes before they bring our dinner," He said after she had finished wiping my body

She dared to ask, however humbly, if I wanted to remove my rosebud buttplug. I told her that I was wearing it permanently and that I removed it only to attend my bodily functions or when my Husband asked me to.

"Would you like to wear one as well?" Faisal asked her upfront.

She blushed and answered: "Yes, Master."

"I like your answer, Precious Pearl. Abida will order one for you on internet once we are back home and have it delivered to your address, and when you receive it, I want you to put it on right away and keep it permanently, just like Madam does," He added.

"Yes Master." was her response.

Next, we dressed up in our best Islamic clothes. Faisal requested us to wear full-length chador dresses with a niqab [face veil showing only the eyes] and elbow-length gloves, wanting us to remain modest and reserved in front of the hotel staff. Faridah had brought a gorgeous pure white chador in her suitcase along with assorted gloves and thong sandals but no underwear. I noticed with pleasure that the silver anklet that I had offered her was matching perfectly with her attire. For my part, I chose a very light blue similar apparel, with no underwear either, and I was sporting my usual multitude of jewels, with some worn over my gloves. Faisal likes me to wear a lot of jewels; He thinks that it gives me a sort of classy, demure look. And I came to like it just as much. We sat quietly in the large dining room while Faisal put on His beautiful white djellaba; neither did He wear underwear.

Soon two members of the hotel staff arrived to set the table, not forgetting the candles, and brought the ordered food along with hot tea. We told ourselves that this would be most welcome as we were quite hungry.

In the lush dining room, we were offered a magnificent dusky urban landscape through the large windows opening toward the Bosphorus. Faisal, seated between the two of us, served us some jasmine tea. As the two servants had left after accepting a hefty tip, we could remove our niqabs and enjoy the dinner comfortably. The meal went along slowly and we enjoyed the delicious Middle-Eastern food – a mix of vegetarian items and lamb completed by genuine Turkish desserts – as much as the conversation, which was surprisingly open given that Faridah and I knew each other for only one day.

At one point, my Adored One expressed His gratitude to Allah for being so fortunate to own a loving, obedient wife and a sultry, submissive concubine and felt just as fortunate as are the wealthy sheiks and sultans. I followed in the same vein, thanking our God for having met and married the most wonderful Man and wishing that I could give Him the child He was longing for so much. Faridah, for her part, confided that she did not regret whatsoever her rupture with her white fiancé and the consequent failure of their marriage plans after falling in love with Faisal. In turn, She openly shared her contentment for being sexually pleasured so strongly, admitting, with a longing in her eyes, that she was perpetually hungry for her Lover's cock. He confessed of being blessed that His two women were getting along so well, behaving like loving sisters and even more, as lesbian lovers-to-be. We smiled to Him and to each other, deeply immersed in an atmosphere of sensual quietude. From time to time, each of us would set one hand softly on His thighs, kissing Him gently on the lips.

Our Master stated that He wanted us to be always truly candid with Him and with each other, to freely share all our most inner thoughts, dreams and fantasies as if we would be open books. Adding that He would do the same Himself, He reassured us that He would always be an understanding and open-minded Master and ready to hear all our confessions, be they the most far-fetched. 

That's in this spirit, in the prevailing climate of openness, that I decided to share something that I had not yet told my Husband.

Knowing that Faridah would hear my kinky confession increased my excitement. "My Beloved, there is something that I am thinking about for some time... something that You might find somewhat wild... However, in my mind it would be a true proof of my love and submission to You while giving me sexual excitement. I was thinking of having my head closely shaved and kept as such permanently and having a tattoo done in Arabic on the top of my scalp that would read 'Love and Obedience' (الحب والطاعة). This would be a permanent mark of Your ownership of me to be seen, if You see fit, to Your mom and sisters. I'll be proud to show my bald, tattooed head to wayne, our servant so that he realizes how You own me totally. And, of course, our child would see that symbol of my faithful love for his/her Father."

Faridah's eyes were revealing her total astonishment.

As for my Husband, he readily replied with a gentle smile: "My dear love, I greatly appreciate your candidness, and nothing is too wild between us. It's indeed is a wonderful idea. You're such a proactive wife. I am deeply touched by your endless desire to please me. It's indeed a great testimony of your love for me. And I must admit that it would excite me very much also. Thinking of it, after you make your project come true, I would like you to be bare-headed at all times at home and even under your hijab when outside. In any case, we could buy you various wigs that you could wear when necessary. Faridah, with your great knowledge of the intricacies of Istanbul, would you be kind enough to try to find a good tattoo parlor? Given this, we might change our honeymoon plans and come back to Istanbul a few days earlier than initially expected at the end of our honeymoon, shortening our stay in Dubai. This would enable us to make my wife's fantasy a reality. By the way, the Ramadan [see the end note] will have begun by that time. It will be her first time to observe it as a Muslim woman and wife."

I expressed my great joy to live my first Ramadan and make that an opportunity to increase my faith. I added that I was expecting to be ovulating soon and that I would like to have it done before having any chance to become pregnant. My Adored One hugged me tenderly.

"Yes Master," said Faridah, "I do know a few places but I could do a thorough research and find the most attended and professional parlor in time for your return. I will do all my possible to find one where the shaving and tattooing could be done."

Faisal followed through saying that He wanted Faridah to be with us to comfort me by my side when this would be done. And He added that He would prefer if the artist was a woman.

Faisal carried on: "There is one important thing that I want to make clear to you, dear Faridah, although you most likely feel it instinctively. Abida is my wife, my favorite, and you are my concubine. She is the only one to receive me bareback; you and I will always use a condom. My wife and I want so much to have a child, and she will be the only one to be blessed with the privilege of bearing our progeny. Furthermore, you are inferior to us and, as I already asked you, you are to address my wife as 'Madam' at all times. In fact, you are OUR concubine and we may use you as our pet, our sex toy, for our amusement when we feel like it. I have seen quite soon your submissive nature, and I can imagine that you strive to nurture it and make it blossom with the right Master and Mistress. This being said, you are completely free to go your own way, in which case you will still keep your position as office manager in Istanbul because you do an excellent job. Otherwise, you will still keep your position here but there might be developments, such as an eventual transfer to Los Angeles so that you can come live with us. The immigration paperwork should not be a problem as you would hold a position at the company's headquarters. And you would not have to worry about your living expenses. We own a large, plush estate in a suburb and a large house with a good number or bedrooms. You would meet Abida's ex-husband who lives with us. He enjoyed being a cuckold but he is not a cuckold any more, he's simply our servant, a submissive just like you who becomes more submissive as time passes. By the way, he is the CEO of our company, the company you work for (hearing that, Faridah was flabbergasted...). Are you willing to accept this arrangement?"

His words made me so proud and happy (notwithstanding your reaction when you read this; knowing you, I even suspect that the humiliation titillates you...)!

Faridah had listened carefully and with an apparent state of emotion to what my Husband had just said. Without hesitation, gazing into Faisal's eyes, she replied "Yes Master, I fully accept the arrangement and I am willing to obey and submit to You and Madam. For as long as I can remember, I have always longed to submit to a real Man and belong to Him. You are that real Man. I know that my white fiancé would not have given me that fulfillment. Thank You Master for having deigned to choose me as Your obedient and submissive concubine. You make me so happy and satisfied, You fulfill me and You provide the answer to my deepest longings so wonderfully! I am prepared to follow You and Madam and live with you anywhere you want me to. I am, and will remain forever, grateful to You. Thank You, Master."

It was a very touching moment. I bent forward and kissed her gently on the lips.

Given that my Husband and I were to leave for our Hajj [pilgrimage to Mecca] the next day (unfortunately not during the Hajj period), Faisal wanted us to go to sleep and invited Precious Pearl to share our king size bed with us. A few minutes later we were under the bed sheets together, cuddling, fondling and kissing. My Precious Pearl then humbly begged Faisal, in a throaty prayer, to fuck her. He smiled and asked me to put a condom on His penis and vigorously spread her thighs after she had laid down over Him and penetrated her brutally, making her whimper loudly. I pressed my body onto my Husband and fell asleep almost immediately, oblivious to their lovemaking. We woke up the next morning cuddled, our bodies enmeshed.

This long letter has taken me some time to write as you may imagine. My Adored One kindly allowed the time to give you this reward, as a matter of fact one of the few rewards you will have from now on. However, you know that my professional background enables me to write without effort. It was not a task but rather an excitement for me to offer you this chronicle of our honeymoon, which has the effect of bonding me even more tightly with my beloved Husband.

On another note... we bought an iPad to Amanda [see chapter 1] to keep in touch with her in our absence, and we have regular contacts. In fact, she emailed me a few days ago to inform me that she had found a sperm-stained towel in your bathroom. I must tell you that I am disappointed with your attitude. I had left you the second key to your chastity cage for you to use only in case of emergency but I see that you have chosen to disobey. I discussed the matter with Faisal, and we find that you display a selfish behavior. As I have already told you, the cock cage was one of three options for keeping you chaste. We are wondering if it would not be better for you to be castrated. In any case, we will bring the subject back when we return. In the meantime, we demand that you keep your obedient and submissive attitude.

I hope that you don't find it too hard to be separated from your Master and me for so long. Just think of our return, of how happy you will be to see us again, so happy to serve us. I will make sure that we bring back a little souvenir for you. Meanwhile, I will do my best to send you one or two more chronicles of our honeymoon. I know that you have my wellbeing and happiness very much at heart. Rest assured... I am happier than I have never been before. I am full of joy!

P.S. I know that you will email Faisal at His business address to thank Him for having let me send you this gift letter and to apologize for breaching our rules.

With my sisterly love,

Madam





Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 08



New readers - and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago - know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. 

***** 

"Sir, I have to talk to you," said Amanda in a rather authoritative voice. 

"Yes Amanda, what can I do for you?" I replied, figuring that she needed my advice on something having to do with housekeeping. I was in for a surprise... 

I noticed that she was in no way shy with me and that she had gained self-confidence and power in her relationship with me, who, up to then, had been her boss in the house. The only explanation I could get for that change in stance was her complicity with Abida, who had confided to me that she was in touch with our maid through email. 

"Sir, as Madam has told you, Madam and I have been exchanging emails these last days about you," she said assertively. "Madam has told me about your chastity cage. She is concerned about your behavior, specifically about your breach of your commitment not to use the second key to unlock your cage during her absence. As you well know, you have done so at least once, that I know of." 

My immediate reaction was a stinging rebuke. "My dear Amanda, I believe that you're forgetting who is in charge here, who is your boss and employer." I answered firmly. "I won't stand such an attitude, and I will not hesitate to ask your resignation as our maid if it ever happens again." 

"Well, Sir," she retorted, "I can understand your reaction. I can realize how sudden and unexpected this is for you. When she asked me to talk to you, Madam had warned me about your likely reaction. However, I would advise you to think about the situation and try to consider all aspects. We might talk about it again tomorrow or in the next few days if you don't mind." 

I knew that Amanda was an intelligent woman but I had not expected her to come up with such a wise answer. I was unable to dismiss it. We agreed to discuss the matter like two reasonable adults before the end of the week. 

Despite my busy workload as CEO, I found time at home in the evening to make a detailed review of the situation as it had built up until now, especially my own situation. It was obvious that I had let myself descend into a more and more deviant way of life since the time I had proposed my ex-wife to take a lover who could give her the complete sexual satisfaction that I felt she was entitled to. 

Not only did Beth - I should say Abida - find the perfect real man who gave her sexual fulfillment and complete happiness as a human being but she was experiencing a state of religious and spiritual nourishment that was becoming more and more intense as the days went by. 

Abida's behavior was also rather paradoxical: on one hand, she had found the Master who could nurture her inner submissive nature and make it bloom; on the other hand, He made her become the catalyst of my own inclination to submission. This was obviously also another reason why Abida and I had to find a way to attain sexual happiness each in our own way. Hence, naturally, the whole relationship had developed to become what I could qualify as an unconventional Master-Mistress-sub triad. They were the interracial Alpha couple and I was their white subordinate. 

So much that now, our maid Amanda was becoming my superior. At this point, I definitely had to make a serious and comprehensive evaluation. Did I want to pursue that strange journey without knowing where it would lead me? What changes in my life would that involve if I answered yes to that question? I was at a point where I had to lucidly distinguish between fantasies and plain reality. So I decided to take a few days to think the situation over and write down the pros and cons. 

Sometimes, my kinky thoughts about my submission to Faisal and His new wife were frightening me. But they were also providing me with great thrills and excitement. As a matter of fact, I had to decide whether I wanted to make those thoughts reality by a radical change of lifestyle. The lifestyle of a complete servant to a dominating couple. It was not any more a matter of ensuring happiness for my former Beth as she was obviously in a state of bliss. I was confronted to my only self. 

Three days after my short but decisive conversation with our maid, I rather humbly went to her in the kitchen. She was sitting alone at the small side table having her tea. She always had a natural demure, condescending attitude despite her lower standing as a maid. Now she was plainly showing a superior attitude towards me. 

"Amanda, we agreed that we would talk again." I began with. "First, I want to apologize for my rude reaction the other day. It was not appropriate. I am here to hear what Madam wanted you to tell me." 

Amanda had not been looking at me yet. Hearing what I said, she turned with a motherly smile on her face. Her first words were surprising: "wayne, I am happy that you are in a better frame of mind. I was almost sure that you would be reasonable."  

"Yes Amanda, I took time to reflect on the situation," I replied. 

"Very well. I was telling you that Madam was concerned about your forbidden use of the chastity cage spare key. Madam wants me to be the keeper of that key until she returns from her honeymoon two weeks from now and takes back complete control on it. Please go fetch the key right now!" she said in a voice that would not admit any repel. 

"Yes Amanda," I replied, before turning back and going to get the key. 

When I returned with the key, Amanda was still sitting at the table. She gently extended her hand to take it and said: "Thank you wayne, you're a good boy. I am happy that you made the right decision. And Madam will be happy also for sure. You can go about your business now. If Madam has other demands, I will let you know." 

"Yes Amanda, thank you." I humbly replied. 

I returned to my room overwhelmed by my own acceptance of that new step in my descent into submission. I was now submitting not only to Master Faisal and His new wife but to my former inferior, our maid Amanda, a Black woman. I was immersed in a flood of lust. I now knew that it was what my inner self really wanted, to submit totally. At that moment, I knew that it was the definite turning point in my life. 

The only cruel aspect of it was that I was now unable to unlock my chastity cage and seek the relief that I craved for in this almost unbearable tsunami of horniness. An idea crossed my mind that I wanted to act upon right away. But first, to give it life, I had to know Amanda's email address. Right away, I went to look for her. I found her in the backyard, swimming in the pool. I was flabbergasted, as never before our maid would have dared to do such a thing. 

"Amanda, I am sorry to disturb you," I said humbly. "I would like to send an email to Faisal and Abida, and I would like to put you in c.c. Would you please be kind enough to give me your email address?" 

Playing in the water, she looked at me with amused eyes and said: "Oh, nice! It's a very good idea to share with me what you'll tell Madam and her Husband. I am sure that they will be pleased to know what a good boy you are. Are you going to email them now?" 

"Yes Amanda, as soon as you give me your address." 

She did, and told me to go type my email right away, telling me that she couldn't wait to read it. She also told me that she would tell me about a special project later. 

My email read like this: 

Dear Master and Madam, 

I truly hope that your honeymoon continues to be filled with happiness. 

I dare on my own to write you to express my submission and to ask your forgiveness for my disobedience concerning my chastity. I confess that it was completely unacceptable behavior and I truly regret my fault. As a proof, I handed the spare key to my chastity cage to Amanda as per your instructions, dear Madam. Incidentally, Madam, I want you to know that I now truly accept Amanda's intervention and recognize the authority that you have placed in her. 

I also want to tell you, Master Faisal, that I prepared a special gift - apart from the gift of paying all your expenses for that very special trip of yours - that I will gladly offer You when You come back home with Your lovely wife, hoping that You will like it. I intend it to be a testimony of my respect, subservience and surrender. 

I don't want to take any more of your precious time as newlyweds on their honeymoon. In conclusion, I just wanted to express my deep gratitude to you, Madam, for so kindly letting me know about your spiritual and sexual going-ons. Your accounts are simply delightful to read. I feel privileged to receive such confidences. 

Looking forward to receiving more news from you soon, I wish you both a very enlightening rest of honeymoon. 

P.S. You might notice that I put Amanda on c.c. to this email. 

Your humble and devoted servant who misses you so much 

This act of overt lowly submission excited me to the point where I ejaculated in my chastity cage without even touching myself. 

The following days were hectic at the office. I had meetings until late in the evenings with the executive council, as the end of our fiscal year and the date of the annual general meeting of the shareholders were approaching. I didn't have time to think too much about the new turn my deviance was taking nor about Faisal and Abida. 

Late one evening at home, almost one week following my last email, I received one from Abida. I noticed right away that, for the first time in our exchange of emails, Amanda was copied on that email. 

Dear servant, 

My Adored One and I were very pleased to read your last email and to learn that you accepted Amanda's new role in the house. You might not have noticed that she is my confident and accomplice since the first time that I took a lover following your suggestion a few years ago. Therefore, given your now humble respect for her, I find it normal to copy her this email. 

I agree completely with you that you should feel privileged to read my accounts of our sexual and spiritual activities on our honeymoon. Actually, it would have certainly been my prerogative to keep this between ourselves, as Husband and wife. However, I feel that reading my confidences likely are now the only sexual pleasure left for you and that I kind of owe you that, given that you were the one who enabled me to enter into this wonderful new life. Of course, Master Faisal agrees with me and gave me His permission. 

It would also certainly be our prerogative to lead our own marital life by ourselves without keeping you with us. However, given your obvious desire to please us and submit to our Master and I and your proactive attitude in that sense, we are inclined to have you remain our servant, at least for the time being. 

As a matter of fact, you will be our exclusive personal servant and your duties will be restricted to our complete service in all ways that we want. For example, you will be making sure that our clothes are always impeccable, that our bed is perfectly done, and that any other of our demands are met. And Amanda will be in charge of managing the household, she will be the house butler in other words. Thus you will be her inferior. By the way, I would like you to call her Ms. Amanda from now on. 

To continue in the same vein, I wanted to tell you that we hired one of Amanda's nieces, Zoe. I think that you will remember her as she came to our place a few times to visit her aunt in the past. Zoe will be Amanda's assistant. She readily accepted the job as she loves her aunt and it will be well-paid work for a girl of her age. She will turn 18 in a few weeks. With the eventual coming of Faridah to LA and - I pray Allah for that every day - the coming of a newborn, the household will grow up and Zoe's help will be welcome. She is a rather obedient girl; we would not have hired her otherwise. So, expect to see Zoe in the next few days. In due time, you will switch rooms with Amanda, whose quarters are smaller. She will take your bedroom with Zoe; she will manage to get two twin beds in there. 

We are now in Dubai, back from our short stay in Saudi Arabia for our pilgrimage to Mecca. This is something that I will never forget. I will tell you more in a lengthy account that will be attached to the only remaining email that I will send you before we come back to LA. As I told you before, it takes me quite some time to just type those accounts, time that my Husband is deprived of when I do that. But He is so loving and generous that He lets me do those special gifts to you. In His mind, it is a gesture of gratitude for having surrendered your rights as a husband to let me belong legally to my Adored One. 

Our stay in Dubai will be shorter than expected at first, as we want to be with Faridah a few days in Istanbul before flying back home. Faisal and I already miss her a lot. And, as you will remember from my previous email, I will be going to the tattoo parlor. I cannot wait! 

In the meantime, be a good boy. We will discuss further your chastity issue and some other important matters once we are back. 

With my sisterly love, 

Madam 

I surprised myself not to react with anger nor dismay at Abida's email. Rather, I replied to thank her. I knew then that I had completely surrendered. I knew that I was embarking on a new life. 

***** 

A couple of days later, after a long day of work at the office, I got out of the car at home and went right to my room, quite tired. While undressing before taking a shower, I looked through the window overlooking our backyard and the pool. I had the surprise of seeing a black girl playing in the water, moving slowly with the help of her arms while talking with Amanda who was standing beside the pool. I realized that that girl was Zoe. 

After a few minutes, I saw her coming out of the water. I remembered having seen Zoe at home a few times when she visited her aunt but that was many months ago. She had grown up, and was now taller than her aunt, about 5 feet 7 inches was my estimate. She had a pleasant figure although she was very slim with long, slender legs and rather flat breasts. She was wearing a sky blue one-piece swimsuit, and the contrast between that color and her dark black skin was stunning. She had kept her short jet black bob hair with bangs dry, making sure they stayed out of the water. A very pretty girl indeed. My limp dickette grew and stiffened into its steel chastity cage and began throbbing, kind of fighting to escape its prison. 

My excitement grew up to the point where I had a sudden kinky thought. I could not resist the urge to go out to the backyard and expose myself to Amanda and her niece as a humble faggot. I came out naked and walked toward them. They sure could see my locked-up diminutive, although hard, penis dangling between my thighs. I could not believe my boastfulness. My heart was beating wildly. Deep within me, I realized how much pleasure and excitement that behavior of mine was giving me. 

"Hello, Ms. Amanda. Hello Zoe. I am very happy that you now assist your aunt here. You are most welcome." 

"Thank you," Zoe replied, while looking at my short, locked appendice without any apparent sign of excess surprise. "It's very nice of you. I will be pleased to work in this beautiful estate with aunt Amy and you." 

The two women were also exchanging smiles, amused to see me so utterly exposing myself to them. Amanda had remained mute but soon, she briefed her niece on my new status, having realized by my behavior that I was now ready to make a new step into submission. She certainly had told Zoe about the special situation prevailing in the household but she purposely gave details as a way to test her, and me above all. 

"wayne is going to be the personal servant to Master and Madam," she began. "He was master of the house before but his situation changed over the last few months. His wife, Madam, divorced him after falling in love with Master Faisal and got married to Him. He not only conquered her heart but He also converted her to the Islam faith, our faith, the only true faith. Madam is now an extremely devout Muslim as you will see when they come back from their honeymoon. Is that true, wayne?" 

"Yes, Ms. Amanda," I replied. "You are absolutely right. And I may add that Madam, from the emails that she sent me from Istanbul, is immensely happy. She is fulfilled in every way. And that's what I always wanted for her." 

"I am impressed by your exemplary abnegation, wayne," Amanda added. "I am also positively impressed by what you have done tonight, coming to us as you are. Your behavior tells a lot. I am very pleased, and I am sure that Zoe is pleased as well, aren't you darling?" 

"Oh yes, aunt Amy, I am," Zoe replied with a coy smile while keeping a reserved attitude. "What he has done for the happiness of his wife, I mean his ex-wife, is to be commended," she added in a soft voice. 

She walked lasciviously to the nearest chaise longue, grabbed her towel and began to dry herself up. She acted somewhat as a shy girl but, on the other hand, she knew that she had an effect on me. She sat sideways to wipe her long, slender legs. 

Then Amanda, undoubtedly wanting to test me and see how far I was able to go in subservience, said: "wayne, please... help Zoe dry her feet and put on her flip-flops..." 

They must have noticed my short penis throb within its steel cage as they both smiled. Without a word, I walked toward Zoe, who was still sitting, and got on my knees in front of her. She handed me her towel in a somewhat condescending manner. I slowly and gently wiped her feet one after the other and proceeded to put on her flip-flops. She then lifted her left foot slowly, in an unmistakable way... Looking at her bright blue eyes to get her wordless consent, I gave a gentle, respectful kiss on her dainty black foot. She repeated the move with her right foot, which I gently kissed also. I was in a state of extreme excitement, so much that I ejaculated in my chastity cage without touching myself. 

Amanda noticed it when I stood up and reprimanded me, even though she knew perfectly well that she had provoked the situation. "I will have to tell Madam about that. She wants me to keep her informed about your chastity. Nonetheless, I like that you came forward showing your inferiority to us tonight. You have the right attitude. I will tell Madam. I am sure that she will be happy. Now please go take a shower and retire to your room." 

With that, Zoe got up, smiled at me and went indoors, walking as lasciviously as before, her flip-flops making their usual slapping sound. 

"Ms. Amanda... if I may..." 

"Yes, wayne," she said. 

"Ms. Amanda," I replied, blushing. "You told me about a special project the other day. Could you please tell me what it is about?" 

"Yes, sure," she added. "Master Faisal and Madam gave me the task of organizing the refurbishing of their bedroom. They want to have it repainted all in white, and have new drapes installed on the bay window, a thick lush white carpet everywhere as well as a very large white draped canopy bed. They want everything white in their bedroom. I already contracted the work and gave a deposit on behalf of Master and Madam. The work will begin the day after tomorrow and will be finished when the newlyweds come back home. I am sure they will really enjoy their love nest." 

"Oh... those are big news, Ms. Amanda. I think it's only normal that Master Faisal and Madam want to start their new life in a new setting," I reflected. "Thank you for telling me. Will you need my help in any way?" 




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"No, I don't think so. You have already done your part as you will be paying the bill," she said with a smile. "Of course, the work will cause some disturbances in the house for some time. However, that should not be a problem for you given that you work late in the evening and that your bedroom is in a distant part of the house." 

"Yes, Ms. Amanda," I replied. "Thanks for taking charge of that project, for the pleasure of Master and Madam. I wish you a good night." 

"Good night, wayne," she replied. 

***** 

A good number of days passed. Working at the office every day, I barely noticed the refurbishing work being performed in the large main bedroom. When I came in the house after a good day of work one early evening, Amanda greeted me at the door with Zoe. 

"Please come and see the new transformed bedroom. The work is finished. I am sure that you will like it. You deserve to see it after all, as you will be in that room quite often as Master's and Madam's personal servant." 

When we entered the room, I was flabbergasted. It was a superb, plush setting. Everything was white, from the huge canopy bed with its sheer drapes all around to the carpet, furniture and drapes in the large bay window. There was also a new white leather loveseat, a comfortable white leather armchair and a small round table with two chairs that could be used by the couple for eating if they wished. The place was very luminous and peaceful, quite fitting for newlyweds, who now had their own intimate marital quarters. And Amanda had thought of enhancing the atmosphere with a light jasmine fragrance. I also noticed that she had the delicate idea of having a few essential oils burners installed for providing environmental fragrancing. 

"I thank and congratulate you for having managed that beautiful project, Ms. Amanda," I said in a lowly flattering voice. 

"You are most welcome, wayne," she replied. "I am sure that Master and Madam will be quite pleased when they come back, which is in three days now. I can't wait to see them. I missed them very much." 

"I do miss them very much too," I continued. "With their return, a whole new life will begin for us," I said, looking at them. 

"What you say could not be truer," Amanda said. "Now let's go for diner." 

"Yes, I am so hungry, aunt Amy," said Zoe, lifting her right hand while looking at me. I took her hand and kissed it gently. She was such a nice and pretty young lady. Polite, reserved and soft, yet bold and provocative at the same time. I was wondering what would be Master Faisal's reaction when He sees her for the first time. 

Zoe and her aunt had me tamed now. Amanda needed to say only six words: "You know what to do now..." 

"Yes, Ms. Amanda." 

They both went to the kitchen while I went to take a shower. A few minutes later, I was entering the kitchen, wearing only my steel chastity cage, ready to serve... 

***** 

In my room that same evening, I was overwhelmed with happiness when I opened my email on my laptop computer. Abida had sent me an email, of which Amanda was receiving a copy. 

Dear servant, 

As I told you in my previous short email sent from Dubai, this will be the last account of our honeymoon that I send you before our return home, in three days. My Husband and I were informed by Amanda, through email, of your last breach of your chastity vow and, of course, we were disappointed. On the other hand, she told us about your very appropriate behavior and attitude with her and Zoe. This compensates in part for your improper sexual behavior. 

As I have so much to tell you this time again, I wrote an account in a Word document attached to this email. I hope that this will reassure you as to my well-being and happiness, which I know is of utmost importance to you. Again, this account represents our gift and symbol of gratitude for the wonderful new world that you enabled us to enter into. 

Impatient to read the news from the newlyweds, I immediately opened the document and printed it, then sat on my bed to read it. 

***** 

Dear servant, 

We are now back in Istanbul - earlier than expected as I told you - back from Dubai. We stayed for three nights at the Burj Al Arab Hotel, in a 2-level suite with a panoramic view of the Arabian Gulf with floor-to-ceiling windows and private dedicated butler and maid. Of course, you know that it's a luxury hotel, as you are paying $1,913 US per night as part of your wedding gift to us. We are very grateful to you for that and will never forget your generosity. 

As I am writing, it is dark outside in Istanbul. We are in the same suite that we had before leaving for Mecca. We enjoyed a well-deserved late diner (as we are now into the Ramadan) with Faridah. She is now sitting with Faisal on the couch having tea and admiring the beautiful view of the Arabian Gulf through the panoramic window. 

I cannot wait to tell you about our pilgrimage to Mecca. I nearly fainted when I saw the Al-Masjid Al-Haram, the Arabic name for the beautiful Sacred Mosque. We joined the thousands of pilgrims walking, while praying in unison, around the Holy Kaaba (the most sacred site in Islam) counterclockwise. As prescribed, we turned around the Kaaba seven times. I was so involved in my worshipping that I was almost in a state of trance, somewhat enhanced by the fact that I had not eaten nor drank since the previous evening as we were in the first days of the Ramadan. To pray in unison with my beloved Husband and the other pilgrims brought me to new heights in my faith that I had not expected to be attainable. Our only regret was that we had done only the Umrah, the "minor" pilgrimage, given that we were not on location at the right time for performing the annual Hajj, the "greater" pilgrimage, which is held during only a few days in the twelfth Muslim lunar month and which gathers millions of worshippers. But we vowed to come back for the Hajj another time, hopefully with our child. 

On our way from Mecca to Dubai, we were able to sustain ourselves as we took a night flight. The halal food and drinks were more than welcome as we had fasted all day. After the meal, I prayed, using the beautiful misbaha (string of prayer beads) that Faisal had bought me at Mecca. This is the 33-bead version (there is also the 99-beads version). The beads as such are made of high-grade lapis lazuli and end into a true silver handle adorned with a genuine diamond and a silver tassel. I was crying with joy when my Adored One offered it to me. I vowed to use it once a day for the rest of my life. 

A few minutes before landing, I woke up, realizing that I had a sound sleep, my covered head leaning on Faisal's shoulder. 

In Dubai, we went straight to the hotel as we were quite tired. It was daylight and we did not eat or drink. After having admired our luxurious suite and the panoramic view we took a shower and went right to bed. To observe Ramadan, we limited ourselves to tender cuddling, without having sex. Nevertheless, I was like in heaven in Faisal's strong black arms. When we woke up, after dusk, I was so hungry for sex that I quickly went down on His already erect penis and played with it and His testicles and soon had my mouth full. After a while, I turned and positioned myself on all four, my thighs wide apart, and begged my Adored One to indulge in our favorite game, that we call "double play". He first enters my vagina very abruptly, which I love, and pumps His huge penis in me several times, up to my cervix, and comes out, only to slowly enter my inviting rectum, now more accustomed to my Husband's wide girth. He then goes back and forth between my wide open holes, His hands on my hips or on my shoulders. Often, He makes me guess which of my holes He's going to choose, making the expectation and lust almost unbearable for me. This went on for a long time, up to 30 minutes, all the while I moaned, whimpered and cried, my now big breasts bouncing around. Faisal likes me to be very vocal, He says that it excites Him a lot. When He grabs my two globes, I know that He is about to ejaculate in me. At that moment, I always beg Him to make Himself the most beautiful Black baby that mankind has ever seen. With a moaning voice, I tell Him that I don't want to have a mulatto, but a true black baby, His beautiful Black baby. It is often at that time that I come loudly and for what seems to be an endless, blissful orgasm. He takes care of me so well! I love Him so much! He is the love of my life! 

We played on and off for most of the night. What is wonderful is that I was in my fertile period at that time. About one hour before dawn, half asleep, lying on my back. I felt Faisal laying over me, making Himself heavy, like if He wanted to crush me, and parting my thighs before penetrating His wife. We love that position, indulging in deep non-stop frenchkissing while my beloved Black Man slowly fucks me. He ejaculated in me, His thick semen reaching my cervix. We remained there, lying down peacefully, for a while before to go up and take a shower. 

Faisal then called our private butler to order a hearty breakfast in our room, knowing that we would fast all day. After breakfast, we had time for our first prayer of the day, the fajr, after which I chose to cover my naked body with a black full-length cotton abaya for the day, in order to sweat as much as possible for Faisal to take His drenched wife after sunset, and an assorted black hijab [head scarf] leaving my face uncovered. Before leaving the hotel, I would put on a pair of large sunglasses. Of course, I would not go out without putting on my buttplug and adorning my ears, wrists, fingers and toes with numerous jewels to please my Adored One. 

We spent the day wandering around in Dubai, shopping in souks and modern shopping centers. We made sure however to stop at mosques for our noon and mid-afternoon prayers. In the Gold Souk, my Husband could not resist the temptation to offer me still some more jewels, such as a pair of oversized large 18k gold hoop earrings - As you know, he likes me to wear an abundance of jewelry. At one shop, I saw a stunning Givenchy 14k gold nose ring to be inserted through a hole in the middle part of the nose. I now knew more about my Adored One's tastes and was getting better at anticipating His expectations. I asked Him if He would like me to wear one, suggesting that I get the piercing done at the tattoo shop in Istanbul when we go for my skull tattoo. He was delighted with my offer, so we bought it. He made me use my Amex card for all our purchases of the day, amounting to several hundred dollars. We thank you so much for having offered me that card. Being both history scholars, we did not want to miss visiting archeological and heritage sites. We concluded our day of visit walking on the Bur Dubai side of the creek promenade and ended up at our hotel. 

Arriving in our suite after sunset, I was both exhausted, my body glistening with sweat from the scorching heat of the day, and hungry, having fasted all day. I asked Faisal to order our diner to be delivered in one hour. Leaving the lights off, I opened the drapes of the large panoramic window and admired the vista provided by the modern Dubai all lighted up. We were standing together, cuddling and kissing. After a few minutes, my strong stallion of a husband took me in His arms and brought me on the large couch in front of the window. Knowing that He wanted to take possession of my sweating body, I laid down on my back, spread my bent legs and lifted my abaya, exposing myself. He undressed hastily, laid down heavily on me and penetrated me without further ado. 

"Mmmmmm, yes my Love, take me hard, put Your warm semen in my fertile womb," I whispered in my Husband's ear, with my legs crossed around His muscular waist, as if I wanted to keep Him glued to me forever, to make Him be an integral part of my body. "Please impregnate me, my Darling, I was born to bear Your beautiful Black baby," I added with a louder voice, almost crying, while Faisal was burying His enormous prick to the hilt within me. I was completely under the power of my Lover, Husband and Master. After a few minutes, I heard Him groan with lust, shooting His rich sperm deep inside His bitch in heat. 

Two days later, we were landing in Istanbul. Once we had passed customs and picked up our heavy luggage, we had difficulty recognizing our dear Faridah, who was there to greet us in the arrival concourse. She was wearing a beautiful turquoise abaya along with a hijab and niqab of the same color, leaving only her eyes exposed. Despite that, I noticed that she was sporting heavy makeup and very long, upturned eyelashes. She obviously wanted to excite her Lover. She readily curtsied at me and kissed my hand, saying "Welcome, Madam, I missed you very much." 

"I did miss you very much as well, my dear Precious Pearl," I replied. 

"Welcome, Master, I am so happy that You are back," Faridah told my Husband, nearly crying. 

"I am happy to see you again, dear Faridah. I see with great pleasure that you are very well dressed, the way I like it," Faisal told her. 

In the limousine taking us to the hotel, Faridah and I sat on each side of Faisal. Behind the tinted glasses and the opaque partition separating us from the chauffeur, we had great privacy. The interior was almost like a lounge, very comfortable. We were able to lay back on the large back couch and extend our legs. Faridah almost immediately removed the lower part of her niqab, thereby exposing her heavily made up face and glistening bright red lips. Falling under her spell, Faisal took her in His arms and they indulged in heavy frenchkissing. To show Him that I understood His feelings, I took his left hand and kept it in mine, gently kissing it. I suddenly remembered the gift that I had offered her not long ago here in Istanbul. 

"Precious Pearl," I said, "do you still have your silver anklet?" 

"Yes, Madam, I have it on all the time. I like it very much, as it's a constant reminder of you," she said, smiling. She raised her right leg, showing us her pretty, dainty foot after removing her thong sandal. I raised my upper body to sit down on the couch and took her foot in my hands. I could not resist kissing her ankle, foot and light-rose painted toes gently, all the while she was frenchkissing my Husband. 

Once we were in our suite, it was time for our late afternoon prayer. The three of us went down on our knees, foreheads touching the carpet and prayed together silently. 

"I think I will take a warm bath and relax," I told my companions. 

"Yes, my beloved, please do," said Faisal. "Faridah and I will get some work done meanwhile. We are still on our honeymoon but I want to keep myself up to date on the office business," He added with a loving smile and kissed me. 

Faridah had brought her laptop. They got to the desk in the secondary room and I went to the bathroom. 

During our intimate diner in the suite, after sunset as Ramadan rules, we chatted very openly, jumping from one subject to the other, with none taboo. We talked about the very encouraging raise of sales for the Istanbul branch, which was responsible for the Middle East market of the company. We also exchanged views on the history of the Islamic world, which I was more and more interested in, a subject that I wanted to study more deeply once back in LA. The atmosphere was warm and cheerful, a good respite from the hot, toiling day. 

We were now sipping tea after dessert. "Precious Pearl," I said. "I guess that you have found a tattoo parlor as agreed..." 

"Yes Madam, I have done some research and found the right one," Faridah answered. "The parlor is 212 Golden Arrow. I went there and explained the artwork to be done. The artist who will do your tattoo will be a female who has several years of experience in every aspect of body art. And health and safety is their priority. I also looked at reviews about them on the web, and I did not read any negative comment. They have a very good reputation. They will take care of everything, they will first make your head bald and shiny and then do the tattoo. It's supposed to take two to three hours. Don't worry, I will be alongside you all the time and give you all my support. Furthermore, you already have a tattoo "down there" (she remarked with a shy look, her oversized eyelids moving up and down). You have some experience. Everything will be fine." 

"I must admit that I am a little nervous," I commented. "Have you booked the appointment? When is it going to be?" 

"It will be the day after tomorrow, Madam, the day before you leave for LA. You will have to keep a dressing for up to 24 hours after the procedure. After removing it, a gentle wash will be required and you will have to let the tattoo air dry and then apply ointment. During the next few days, you will be required to wash and moisture your tattoo, without soaking it. So that's all there will be to do." 

"My love, are you sure you want to do this," Faisal asked me. "I don't want you to be forced into that. You're free to change your mind, you know." 

"Thank you for asking me, Darling," I replied. "But, remember, I am the one who proposed it. It's my idea. I want to demonstrate in every way my love for You and my obedience as a faithful and loving wife, my Adored One. You gave me the ultimate gift of Your love, to my heart and body. You fulfill me, You make me bloom. So, deep within, I want to do that for the love of You." 

Having heard my heartfelt testimony, my Husband hugged me tenderly and kissed my uncovered head. 

Really involved in my confidences, I entered into a state of verbal fever, immersed in lust: "My Precious Pearl, you might wonder how a highly educated woman like me, a renowned university professor, has gone so far in deviant kinks, like being tattooed on her pubis and her bald skull, and has so readily converted to the Islam faith, the only true faith, wearing very orthodox Islamic clothing but paradoxically, me who has almost never worn any jewels, now adorns a great lot of them almost everywhere on my body. Don't you wonder why, Precious Pearl?" 

Knowing that she could push the game, Faridah readily answered: "Yes, Madam, I am wondering why a classy, sophisticated western lady like you underwent such a radical transformation. Please tell me why!" 

"Because I have been conquered, Precious Pearl," I uttered aloud, almost screaming. "I have been conquered by the most adorable Man, the Man who made me discover a whole new world of love and pleasure. He owns me. I belong to Him. He is my Master, my King. I love Him, I worship Him. And I will forever!" 

Having shared that confession of love, I closed my eyes and let myself be hug by my beloved Husband. 

"Sweetheart, now, please tell us about your sexual attraction for Abida," commented Faisal quite unexpectedly after a short while. "I didn't know that you had a bisexual inclination." 

"I felt for that beautiful 22 years old young lady at first sight, my Beloved," I said candidly. "Might it be that I love who You love, my dearest Husband? Knowing that she is Your concubine excited me. Besides, she is so lovable, so gorgeous and so gentle. We got along right away. We are now soul mates." 

"You know that sharia [Islamic law] forbids homosexuality, my love, don't you?" said Faisal with a wicked smile. "But given that it is allowed by your husband and that the object of your sinful lesbian love is the concubine of your husband, I consider it to be a minor sin." 

"Thank You, my Master," I added. "Among the wishes that I express to Allah in all my prayers, my first wish is to be loved by You as a faithful and obedient wife always, my second one is to give birth to Your beautiful Black Muslim baby and the third one is that Faridah can come live with us in LA soon so that we can live together in love and peace." 




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On those words, Faridah moved over, sat on my lap and cuddled up to me. I hugged her tenderly and kissed her eyelashes on her closed eyes. 

"Dear Faridah, I want you to know Madam inside out," Faisal began. "Abida told me that she has a submissive state of mind since she was a young girl, but that her ex-husband has never been able to make that inner submissiveness bloom. Rather, he was, and still is, the most submissive-minded of the two. When you come to LA, you will see that he can be very submissive to Madam and his Master. He is ripe for lowly subservience. But he had the cleverness to propose his wife to find sexual satisfaction and fulfillment outside of their marriage. So, finally, she found me and fell in love with me, who could expand her sub realm, make it attain its limits and even break those limits. That explains why she is now almost insatiable and limitless in her desire to submit and please, as you may have witnessed. Faridah, I know that you are a switch, moving between domination and submission. If Madam ever wants to submit to you in order to fulfill her inner kinks and desires, please make her submit and be very creative and far-going with her. Will you, Faridah?" 

His proposal planted in fertile soil. "Yes, Master, I will," she readily answered. And, being already very proactive and craving, she dared to suggest: "If You want to, Master, in LA, after Madam will have her tattoo artwork done, I might ask her occasionally to undress completely for her 'bitch day'. She would put on her most slutty jewels, like the nose ring she wants to be adorned with. That would not be hard for her as she loves to be jeweled up. Then I would put on a studded dog collar on her with a long leash and drive her on all four all around the estate, indoors and outdoors, for all to see. She would be such a beautiful, obedient bitch, with her tattooed head. And imagine her with her pregnant belly that would sway along with her derriere while moving on all four. She would do a gorgeous pregnant bitch. And I would make her stop often and pull on the leash toward me so that she kisses my toes until I tell her to stop. I would encourage her by caressing her bald tattooed head and say 'Good bitch'. And sometimes I would order the bitch to move behind me and lick the ground that I walk on." 

"Mmmmmmmm... yes I will want to. That really pleases me, Precious Pearl," said my Husband. "You're such a dirty-minded slut, young lady." 

"It does please me very much alsooooo... mmmm..." I uttered in a shaky voice while fingering my clitoris through my wet abaya. "I would beg you to put on me the special buttplug with a tail so that I am really a true bitch. Mmmmmmmm..." 

My King then said: "Now I want you, my wife, and you, my concubine, to go take a shower together and come back in the room and play together on the bed in front of me. I want you to be the boldest lesbian lovers. I will sit on the couch naked and watch you. And when I tell you to, you will come over to me and worship my penis together. Now go..." 

Faridah and I went right away to the bathroom, undressed and showered. I was glad to see that she was sporting her buttplug. I played removing it slightly and putting it back in, which made her moan. I asked her to keep her heavy makeup and extra-long eyelashes on, admitting to her how much that aroused me. 

After our shower, we both proceeded to the bed, where we played for more than one hour for the pleasure of our Black Man. We were very slutty and vocal, exposing to Him our wicked dirty minds. He obviously enjoyed the show, His mighty penis fully erect without Him having to masturbate. Sometimes, He would ask us to perform special acts, for example asking me to expose Faridah's rectum and show Him the rosebud of her buttplug by spreading her buttocks as much as I could. He had me remove the buttplug and train her back hole with my hand covered with oil so that He could sodomize her for the first time, in order that her anus could accept and receive His large penis up to the hilt. She finally was able to accept four fingers. And we were doing as He asked while talking dirty. We both had several orgasms through fondling, frenchkissing, fingering and sucking. Faridah's large, dangling outer lips had such an attraction on me. I couldn't stop sucking on them, having my mouth full of them, which made her come loudly. 

At some point, more than one hour after as I mentioned, our Master asked us to come worship His magnificent black penis. We kneeled down at His feet, on each side and began licking and sucking His hard, straight up scepter and testicles, moaning with pleasure. He had his hands behind our heads and was directing our movements. At some points, Faridah and I were almost fighting to have exclusivity of the crown of His scepter in our mouth, so much that we were in fact having a frenzy of frenchkissing on His penis head, groaning and whimpering loudly. After long minutes, we sensed through the pulsations that our Master would soon ejaculate and we were hungrily waiting to be fed. Soon, He let His huge manly tool explode. An enormous flood of white sperm spurted out, making us fight again to get as much of it in our hungry mouths. The pulsating power was so strong that we could not gulp it all in our mouths so that a fair amount of sperm was sprayed on our faces. 

The sight of my Husband's semen on Faridah's angelic face and eyelashes made me come right away. We, the two worshippers, then proceeded to lick each other's face clean in a tender, amorous way. I was wondering if I could ever stop kissing and licking my Precious Pearl's face... 

It was like heaven on earth... 

I am finishing this account on the night that follows that memorable evening. Faisal asked me to do a little sacrifice and stay up to write this "reward" to you. It's now 2:00 a.m. He and Faridah are sleeping soundly. I will join them but not before having prayed with my string of beads and do a bit of reading of the Quran. 

I received an email from Amanda telling me that her niece Zoe is now at home. She also told me to take a limousine to come back from the airport as there will be a surprise for us on our arrival at home. I am wondering what it could be... 

I am sure that you enjoyed reading my long account, and hope that you did not ejaculate. You know that it's completely forbidden for you. 

In conclusion, I want to tell you that our honeymoon will leave unforgettable memories in my mind. It has been the most wonderful part of my life. This said, I hope that my confession does not make you sad. You can console yourself knowing that I am the happiest, most fulfilled woman on earth, thanks to you, dear servant. 

Looking forward to seeing you again in two days. 

With all my sisterly love, 

Madam 

It goes without saying that reading my ex-wife's letter made me ejaculate without even touching myself. I wondered what Master and Madam would find as a solution to that recurring issue... 

***** 

The next morning (on the day when Abida was undergoing her tattoo session), Amanda called me on the intercom. She wanted to see me in the kitchen. 

"Good morning, Ms. Amanda, good morning Zoe, I hope you had a good night," I said. 

"Yes wayne, thank you. I guess that you did have a good night as well, after that email from Madam," Amanda commented with a cunning smile. 

"You must have read that I planned a nice surprise for Master and Madam on their arrival here," she added. "It will be a special surprise, but it all depends on you, wayne. I thought of greeting them at the door with you naked, sporting only your steel chastity cage as you have done with us the other evening by the pool, to show them your complete inferiority and subservience. I hope that you will accept." 

I received that idea with a great shock. Never had I thought that that decisive moment would come so abruptly. I had mixed feelings, reluctant and at the same greatly excited. After a few seconds of reflection, I accepted, knowing deep within myself, that Master and Madam would still respect me and understand my deviance, or rather be delighted by my state of mind. 

Amanda was elated, and so was Zoe, again very appealing with her long, slim body and her perky short bob hair. 

"This will be an appropriate greeting for the newlyweds," added Amanda. "And I have no doubt that they will love their new bedroom. I can't wait to see them again!" 

I had to leave soon for the office as I had an important meeting with the vice presidents that day. 

Late afternoon the next day, I came home early and helped Amanda and Zoe prepare everything. We knew that, due to Ramadan, Master and Madame would eat after sunset and that they would probably like to be alone in the dining room. Amanda prepared a special halal menu. Master would take some wine but not Madam, who was now banning alcohol in her diet. She also had ordered three large bouquets of white roses, one for the dining room table and two for the bedside tables in the newlyweds' bedroom, as well as a special heart-shaped floral arrangement with the words "Welcome Home" made of white roses to be placed on the bed. We were all very nervous and excited. 

As expected, the sun was about to set when the airport limousine came up the wide half-moon driveway of the estate and stopped in front of the large porch, under the marquise. Amanda and Zoe went out to greet the newlyweds. As for myself, being naked, I waited until the chauffeur finished taking the luggage out of the car and left before to follow them. 

An obvious aura of happiness was emanating from the beautiful interracial couple. They were both wearing white abayas, Abida's one complemented by an assorted white hijab leaving her face uncovered. She was radiating joy and happiness, with a broad smile. I was struck by her oversized hoop earrings and her nose ring that was coming down to the upper edge of her pouty lips. Her face had not changed but had taken what I would call a royal allure. She was holding her Husband by one arm. 

It was quite a surprise for them to see out welcoming party on the porch to greet them. Especially to see me naked, wearing only my steel chastity cage. 

"Oh, Amanda," Abida said while kissing her, "It's such a nice surprise you reserved us, and a very appropriate one indeed! Thank you so much for that special thought! I admit that I never saw that coming." 

"I fully agree with you, my love," Faisal added, looking at me. "Amanda, you have to be commended for having prepared that meaningful surprise. And you too, wayne, have to be commended as well. We are very pleased that you show all of us so overtly your humble and servile attitude." 

Proud of those kind comments and seeking recognition as a good, subservient inferior, I kissed Abida's hand and went down on my knees in front of everyone and devotedly kissed her jeweled feet. 

"I am sure that you will be a good servant," Abida told me, gently patting my head. "You have made some great progress during our absence, thanks to Amanda. And I know that you will continue progressing in the right direction." 

I noticed that Zoe was making a strong impression on Faisal. Amanda quickly introduced her to Him as it was the first time that they met. Zoe gently curtsied and kissed His hand, her eyes fittingly lowered in a gesture of humility. She did the same with Abida, who complimented her on her beauty. "You have grown up so much since I've seen you the last time, Zoe. You've celebrated your 18th birthday lately, have you?" 

"Yes Madam," Zoe replied. "Thank you for your kind comments. I want to tell you that I am very happy to work here with aunt Amy. Thank you for hiring me, Madam." 

"You're most welcome, dear Zoe. I'm sure that we will get along very well," said Abida before moving inside the house with her Husband. I readily motioned to take the luggage in the couple's bedroom. 

It was a pleasure to see their reaction when they entered the room, clearly enjoying what they were seeing. The rederocation was exactly to their taste. Abida cuddled into her Husband's arms, seeming eager to try their new canopy bed, adorned with the huge heart-shaped floral arrangement. 

"It's beautiful!" Abida exclaimed. "Thank you so much, dear servant, for that nice other gift that you're offering us." 

"Ms. Amanda and I wanted you to be happy when returning home," I said. "And I am glad that you like your new bedroom. Ms. Amanda has prepared you a great diner. Please tell me when you are ready, I'll tell her." 

"First, I would like to take a bath, can you prepare it for me, with plenty of bubble bath, please, while I undress?" Abida said. 

"Yes, Madam, right away," I replied, and went to the bathroom. Master Faisal was preparing to take a shower. 

A short time after, coming out of the bathroom to tell Abida that her bath was ready, I had the shock of my life. There she was, standing in the middle of the bedroom, stark naked. Her breasts were now larger than before, as Master wanted them, and I also noticed that her lips were more bulging and pouty. Her beauty, both noble and wild, made my cockette throb in its steel enclosure, clearly noticeable to her. I had the great privilege of seeing my ex-wife just as her new Husband could see her in all her beauty at His leisure, with her abundant jewelry. I also had the great shock to see Abida's smooth, shiny bald head. She purposely lowered her head to make me see her strange tattoo, a phrase written in Arabic, "الحب والطاعة)", meaning "Love and Obedience". This tattoo complemented the one she had on her pubis for some time now. The oversized hoop earrings and the nose ring were a rather striking display of her deepening kinky love and adoration for her Husband and Master. 

She was obviously testing me. "I see that you still can't control your sexual impulses, dear servant," she blamed me, although with a soft voice. "Faisal and I discussed that issue lately. We plan to have a talk with you tomorrow, once we have had a restful night." 

"Yes Madam," I replied with my eyes lowered. "If you permit, I will also have something important to tell you as well." 

"All right. Now help me remove all my jewels. I want to spend a long time relaxing in my bath, during which you unpack our suitcases. Please prepare my clothes for the evening: my white silk abaya with the plunging neckline and the embroidered design on the sleeves and my rhinestone-decorated white thong flat sandals. I won't put any head scarf on tonight as I will be eating alone with my Adored One." 

"Yes Madam," I replied obediently. 

"I believe that you did not have anything to eat, did you?" she asked. 

"No Madam." 

"You can go eat in the kitchen with Amanda and Zoe. Please ask Amanda to bring a little bell on the dining room table. We will ring you when we are ready for diner." 

"Yes Madam. Thank you." 

The two women had almost finished eating when I entered the kitchen. They smiled at me and, a few minutes later, left me by myself. This enabled me to reflect about the situation. The honeymoon had definitely made Abida more distant from me than before, more indifferent toward me. Master Faisal had completely taken ownership of her, not only physically but from every point of view, including religion-wise, so much that she was more devout, more orthodox and stricter for herself in her Muslim faith than Him. She was now addressing me mostly with a stern, authoritative voice, although as soft as before. I was having a hard time recognizing the Beth that I had married long ago. Master Faisal had transformed her, had made her subconscious sub and dom inclinations bloom. And all that without having to force it into her; it came naturally as if it was there, latent within her and only waiting to express itself. And she seemed to be perfectly thriving on her new life. 

Abida was treating me like an inferior servant. Our respective roles and positions were now clearly established in the hierarchy of the household. 

Some forty minutes later, Amanda and Zoe were back in the kitchen to finalize the preparation of the meal. Amanda was proud of her table setting featuring a large vase with twelve white roses and a group of twelve long white candles that were to provide the required light for their meal. 

Soon, we heard the bell ring. Amanda sent me to serve the appetizers. When I entered the dining room, still naked, Abida and Faisal were chatting quietly, holding hands. 

"I'm starving, wayne," Abida told me. "I am sure that Amanda prepared us an excellent meal for our return home." 

"Yes, Madam," I replied. "You will be pleased with the variety of the food. Amanda went out of her way to offer you some Middle East delicacies." 

"wayne, please serve me some wine," Faisal requested. And, smiling, He added: "As you know, Abida is now a stricter Muslim than me. She banned any alcohol from her diet." 

"Just like I banned all underwear," Abida quickly commented joyfully. "You will certainly notice that when you take care of my wardrobe." 

I tried not to react to that comment, striving to be as "professional" as possible, although I was serving in the nude. I poured some wine to Master and quickly served them their salads and left the room. 

The bell rang again sometime later, meaning that we had to bring the main course. This time Zoe came with me to serve. As soon as we entered the room with the meals on the serving cart, I saw that Faisal was quite interested in her. She was beautifully dressed, not inappropriately but nonetheless sensually. She was wearing a white full-length tight dress that was closed up to the neck but revealing her almost flat torso and perky, straight nipples. I had noticed already that she never wore a bra as she didn't really needed it. The contrast between the dark black body and the pure white dress was striking. What Faisal might not have been able to notice is that she was barefoot. Zoe made me think of a sleek female feline moving with great ease in her natural habitat. 

"Dear Zoe, you're so pretty!" Abida exclaimed. "Isn't she, Darling?" 

"Yes, indeed, my love," Faisal acknowledged. "I am happy that you accepted to come live with us to assist your aunt. You will not only be of great help to her, and us by the same way, but you will improve our environment with a beautiful touch of pristine youth," He added with His usual calm and respectful behavior. 

"Thank you, Madam. Thank you Master (she had learned from Amanda to address them with their proper names)," Zoe replied, somewhat shyly. 

It was obvious however that she could not help looking at Abida's ornate bald head. And I could understand her as I was feeling the same about, not so much that very special feature of Abida but the reasons that led her to do - in complete freedom - such a thing as having her head kept bald and tattooed. It was indeed love and obedience pushed at their farthest limit. 

We finally served the couple their main course and left the two lovers alone to dine and chat in the privacy they deserved to enjoy. 

No less than one hour later, the bell rang again. It meant that they had finished their main course and needed the dessert. Zoe and I went back again to take the dishes away and serve the dessert. 

"Thank you," Faisal said. "Please tell Amanda that the meal was delicious. You won't need to come back again. We will go to our room when we are finished." 

"wayne, please go prepare our bed for the night," Abida told me with her now sterner voice. "Later on, you can help Amanda and Zoe clear the table and clean everything before going to your room. As I told you before, we will have a good talk with you tomorrow. We have important matters to discuss with you. Oh... I was forgetting... please ask Amanda to prepare a light breakfast for us tomorrow morning about one hour before sunrise, as we still are in Ramadan. We would like Zoe to bring it to us in or room." 




Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 09



New readers – and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago – know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events.





The next day, after a surprisingly sound night of sleep, I took a shower, washing my diminutive penis through its open-design stainless steel restraint as usual, and went naked to the kitchen for breakfast. My nudity in the house was becoming a common fact, a normal thing to see on the part of a lowly servant, just like a painting that has been on the wall for years.

Zoe was there, taking a break. It was still early, around 8:00 a.m. Everything was quiet. I inquired about Amanda, and Zoe told me that she was planning her day in her butler's office.

"Master and Madam are not awake?" I asked.

"I brought them their breakfast in their bedroom about half an hour before sunrise, as instructed," she replied. "They told me that they would eat and get back to sleep as the long jet lag was having a toll on them. Madam said that I should wake them up by knocking on their door at around 10:00. So I still have plenty of time. The Ramadan will end in a few days, then we will be back to a more normal daily schedule."

"I could have slept more then," I remarked, "but I'm used to getting up early anyway. Furthermore, it could give us a chance to get acquainted more."

"Yes, that's right," Zoe replied with a gentle smile, sipping what seemed to be some tea. She was wearing a full-length plain white abaya but no head scarf.

"Are you a Muslim like your aunt Amanda?" I asked, trying to know her more.

"Yes, I am a Muslimah. I was born and raised in the Muslim faith like the other members of my family. However, I am not much of a practicing believer; as you can see, having tea after sunrise is not quite orthodox. Aunt Amanda hopes that I find a Muslim man who would make me become more devout."

"You are still young," I replied. "You still have plenty of time."

"Yes, but, although I am only 18 years old, I strive to find the right man who will make me happy and fulfill me, the man that I would honor and obey," she said. "Just like Madam does. It's so obvious in her eyes and behavior that she loves her Husband dearly. Her destiny made her find the man who could make her truly happy and to bloom. Despite their 21-year age difference, they are truly a deeply bonded couple. Although she is 46 years old, she wants to have a child from her beloved Husband, which is a great proof of her love for Him. But... excuse me... I'm really sorry... I didn't mean to offend you..."

"You are not offending me," I said to reassure her. "Your aunt might have told you that I was in fact the initiator of that a few years ago. Due to my fertility problems, we never had children, and my stamina was more than insufficient, if you can understand what I mean..."

"Yes, I understand perfectly, and, yes, aunt Amanda told me about your past marital life and how Madam was blessed to meet Faisal after two unsuccessful affairs with lovers," Zoe said. "I must admit that I envy her. She had the chance, at her age, to fall in love with a real man – please forgive my straightforwardness – a young Black man who has the power and stamina to make Madam become the fully satisfied woman she deserves to be. In a way, you gave her to Him, so to say, but most importantly, she gave herself to Him. She surrendered to the superior Black Man and embraced His religion, totally. She totally belongs to her Husband and to Allah. And it's so apparent that she has found real happiness. I dream to be as fortunate as she is."

I was most surprised by Zoe's frankness. I never would have thought of finding myself discussing openly with an 18-year old Black female about our lifestyle and my sexual drawbacks. This again made me measure the distance I had covered on the path of cuckoldry and submission, reinforced by the fact that the conversation pleased me and even excited me.

Making myself a frugal breakfast while Zoe – who would have normally been a servant in the house not long ago – was still sitting, legs crossed, I unashamedly admitted to her that my ex-wife's happiness was the utmost objective and that I came to enjoy, even thrive for, a submissive role in a rather infrequent Dom husband-sub wife-subsub ex-husband triad.

"I admire your self-forgetfulness and your willingness to divorce in order to offer a life of happiness and fulfillment to your ex-wife," Zoe commended me, gently smiling again. "I also admire Madam's deep Muslim faith; she is so devout, she is an example for me to follow. And I admire above all how her Husband brought her to the wonderful world of Islam faith."

"Thank you, Zoe," I replied. "This did not come easily, I must tell you. But now, I am happy in my new role. And grateful to Abida and Faisal for letting me share their lives and allow me to serve them. I consider this as a privilege."

"Aunt Amanda also told me about the body modifications that Madam undertook to please her beloved Husband," Zoe carried on. "Obviously, her appearance has completely changed from the demure, classy look of a professional, highly renowned scholar to the traditional, orthodox wardrobe of an obeying Muslimah wife. She is both modest – as expected from a faithful Muslimah wife – and sensual and kinky with her tattooed bald head, nasal septum ring, pubis tattoo and abundance of expensive jewels. Madam has freely decided to let herself be carried by the strong wake of her endless love."

"I will make you a confession," added Zoe. "If Master Faisal ever condescends to raise His eyes to me in a suggestive way, I would not hesitate to fall under his spell and serve Him to in any way that He wishes, just as Madam does."

Flabbergasted by Zoe's daring confession, I was unable to finish eating. Seeing her, legs crossed, lightly swinging her raised foot and dangling her white flip-flop, I could not refrain from kneeling down before her and put light, gentle kisses on her dainty black turquoise-painted toes, knowing that she would not be offended.

Aware of my lowly submissive worshipping urge, she removed her flip-flop and said: "wayne, you are longing to suck my toes, aren't you?"

Without even answering, with my hands on the floor, I proceeded to nibble, first on her big toe then on all the others, letting my tongue explore in between. After a while, seemingly tired of my hungry worshipping, she lifted her foot and pressed her pinkish sole lewdly all over my face, as if she was teasing an eager puppy, showing that she was in control. And I, the puppy, was responding eagerly, trying to lick and kiss her sole as much as I could.

Amanda suddenly entered the kitchen, catching the action. I blushed in shame. Seeing my embarrassment, she said, with a sarcastic voice: "It's nice to see a naked inferior white man pay respect to a young Black lady, as it should be, just like he obeys his Black Master."

This enshrined my status as the lowest submissive member of the household.

"Zoe, if I'm not mistaking, you told me that you are supposed to wake up Master and Madam at 10:00, aren't you? It's almost time." Amanda said.

"Yes, you are right, auntie," Zoe replied, abruptly standing up to put her flip-flop back on and leave the kitchen, letting me shamefully kneeling on the floor. She was certainly demonstrating a rare astuteness for a person that young, I thought to myself, wondering what the future would bring her.

Not long after, Zoe came back to tell me that Master and Madam wanted me to knock on their bedroom door in ten minutes.





Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 09



Abida almost fainted after hearing that last wish of Her Husband. Almost crying, she exclaimed: "I... mmm... live to serve You, to honor You, to obey You, to love You. My only dream is to give You a beautiful Black Muslim baby... mmm... I'll come... mmmm... May I come, Darling... mmmm....ggggghhhhh?"

"Yes, you may come, slut," He said, knowing that she liked to be addressed that way, oblivious to my presence and the arrival of Zoe with the fruit plate. "You may come like the slut you are. Come in front of your ex-husband and our servant. Show them how lewd you are."

All of us were able to see Abida relieve herself, aloud, quite vocally, her legs shaking under her exhibitionistic orgasm. Zoe looked quite astonished but kept her composure. I noticed that she was not interested so much in the show Abida was giving than in Faisal, naked in all His nude glory. Her eyes were focused on His hefty penis.

Once the height of her orgasm had subsided, Abida stood up and went right into the pool to freshen up. "The fruits will be welcome, my Adored One," she told her Husband with a wide loving smile. When she came out of the water, Faisal went to help her and dried her body at length, without forgetting any part.

For Zoe and I, it was quite a subject of awe to see these two naked human beings, so different and yet so united, coming hand in hand unashamed toward us at the patio table, the young Husband and His middle-aged wife, Master and submissive, Black and white.

They sat down and invited me to sit as well while Zoe went back into the house.

Abida caught me off-guard by telling me her definition of the submissive: "I relish being my Master's and Husband's submissive Muslimah, the one who assumes a role of submission in a power exchange relationship. I occupy a role of intentional, consensual powerlessness, allowing Him to take control of me. It's a profound act of devotion, a desire no words can fully describe."

She caught me off-guard even more by asking me: "wayne, are you ready to act by that definition of submissiveness? Are you ready to be our totally submissive eunuch? Are you ready, from now on, to dedicate your life to our service with all that it implies, starting with your loss of sexual excitement, your castration, for the love of me and the honor of your Master, our Master?"

To my own surprise, without any hesitation, I replied right away with a firm "yes".

Abida, who was sitting beside me, leaned down and gave me a tender kiss on a cheek as a gesture of satisfaction and appreciation, saying: "I was not expecting less of you, wayne. I am very happy – and I am sure my beloved Husband is – that you responded positively to our wish. I will ask Amanda to order some djellabas to your size."

"Yes, indeed, I am very happy as well," Master Faisal went on. "You already made me a wonderful gift today, and you a making us a second one now. We are delighted that you decided to embark on this journey with us. We will have you gelded as soon as possible. You will become Madam's and my eunuch."





Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 09



It was obvious that Abida was charmed by my confidence, emitting a whimper of satisfaction. She let herself be washed and massaged softly under my caring hands. Afraid not to be ready when Master Faisal would come back home in less than an hour, Abida came out of the bath and let me wipe her dry carefully. I then put on her the jewels and ornaments that she would decide to wear, with the clear intent to charm and excite her Husband. She picked an oversized nasal septum ring adorned with a topaz gem that was hanging from her nose down to her lower lip, confessing that Master loved her to worship His penis while sporting it. Next was the selection of the royal blue rosebud butt plug, followed by the many finger and toe rings.

"My aim in my new life, after living a true life of faith in Allah and bearing and delivering my Adored One's baby, is to please and obey Him," she fiercely admitted. "Not only do I want to meet my Master's expectations and desires but I strive to anticipate them by finding new ways to please Him. He makes me such a complete woman that it's only normal that I use every inch of my body to turn Him on."

This made me wonder what kink, what body modification, what sex scenario Abida would imagine to bring pleasure and satisfaction to her Black Lover.

Just enough time was left for the eye makeup session. I still needed Zoe's help for that so I went to fetch her. When entering the room, the young woman curtseyed and kissed Abida's hand out of respect. Abida was perfectly at ease to show her nude body to the young servant, who was now used to all the special usages of the household. Master loved to see His wife's eyes outrageously made up with extra-long, upturned eyelashes. I was slowly learning to perform that service with the aid of Zoe, who was showing me the ropes of the trade. We would apply heavy eye shadow, sometimes red, sometimes royal blue, sometimes even black, depending on Madam's mood, before putting on the eyelashes.

Abida was now ready to greet her Husband. Zoe went away and I remained in the bedroom. Knowing that Lord Faisal would arrive any minute, she assumed the position on the lush and thick white carpet in the center of the room: kneeling down naked, her thighs spread, her back arched up, her rear end outrageously protruding with her rosebud butt plug in her anus, her arms extended on each side of her tattooed bald head, her forehead and breasts resting on the carpet. She would not move an inch nor utter a word until her Black Lord would start playing with her.

Not long after, Master entered the room, wearing his executive suit. I immediately went to Him to help Him undress.

"Mmmmm... my lovely wife, you're beautiful like that, waiting for your husband so obediently," Master said, smiling, sensing His power over His Muslimah.

Now free of His clothes, Master Faisal went to the adjoining washroom to take a shower. After a few minutes, I rushed behind Him to dry Him up.

"eunuch, make me ready to penetrate my docile wife," He ordered.

Right away, I obediently began to lick and suck the already hard and long black penis.

"Mmmmm.... eunuch... you are becoming an expert," Faisal said with a whispering voice, apparently satisfied of my work. Kneeling before Him, I made a point of looking up to meet His eyes, like a puppy does with his Master, knowing that just that little addition to my worshipping was heightening His excitement.

Now well prepared, Master went into the bedroom and asked me to unplug His waiting sex toy and to lubricate the entrance of her rectum. He then squatted lightly behind her, His feet between her legs, grabbing her by the hips, and gently pushed the knot of His huge penis on the opening, which produced a long groan reflecting her deep longing. Slowly, He introduced His thick member in His wife's anus, provoking even louder lewd sounds. Soon, He was in her completely, up to the hilt. Still holding his wife firmly, He then got on His knees and made her raise the upper part of her body and sit on Him, still firmly impaled, her arms remaining extended upward.

"Aren't you pleased, my dear little pet?" Master asked Abida while nibbling on her right ear. "Weren't you eager to welcome your husband to the deepest part of your body? To be owned thoroughly?"

"Agghhhh! Yessssss! I am in heavennn!" Abida replied in a lustful voice, totally belonging to her Black Lover. "Please, my Love, remain within me! I am Your loving receptacle! Mmmmmmmm! Please, my Lord, make me bounce on Your mighty scepter, pleasssseeee!"

Master was caressing and kissing Abida's torso, underarms and bald head, letting His hand wander on her stiff clitoris. Responding to her supplications, He began an up and down movement of His penis inside her colon, some sort of a Trojan Horse, so powerful, so overwhelming. This made Abida scream with a voice of utter joy. His pumping movement became more intense, and she turned her head to look at Him, her long eyelashes flicking, her pouting lips gaping under her oversized septum ring, which He gently pulled with His teeth, making her moan even more. They were like two wild Black and white animals lost in their lust. Their weird love embrace reached its apex after long minutes. Hugging His wife with His powerful arms, He bent her down again, kissing her bald head. She was obviously exhausted, having undergone His powerful thrusts. He raised the upper part of her body again. Now they were both on their knees, sitting with their buttocks resting on their heels, in a state of contentment and well-being, after their loud orgasm. Master was nibbling sometimes her ear lobes, sometimes her ring-adorned nose, while lovingly caressing her large 38DD breasts. They remained in that position for quite some time, Abida still impaled on her Man's large pole. He finally removed His glistening penis slowly, letting His sperm ooze out of her well-used rectum.

After a short moment of immobility, they stood up and went to take a shower, in a tight embrace, oblivious to my presence.

"eunuch, tell Zoe to bring us our diner in about one hour," Abida told me when they came back. "And come back to clean everything here. We're going to rest on our bed in the meantime."

"Yes, Madam," I replied, bowing before them and kissing her hand before to go pass the message to Zoe.

When I came back, the two lovers were cuddling tightly on their canopy bed behind the closed sheer veils. Abida was caressing her Husband's erect penis with the tip of her fingers while they were kissing, amused to have to do with her large septum ring.

"When Faridah will be living with us, I think I will ask her to walk you by the nose with a long delicate chain," said Faisal. "You would like so much to submit to her, wouldn't you, honey?"

"Mmmmmmmm.... Yesssss... Everyone in the house would see her walking her pet. She would bring me to You for You to use me as You wish..." she replied with a sultry voice, slowly masturbating her Lover. "Zoe and Amanda would see how You completely own me, how truly I belong to You, my Adored One! Any wish that goes through Your mind, as kinky as it is, I would make a point to obey, my Master!"

Master was sitting comfortably, His back resting on the raised pillows. Abida then proceeded to kneel between His spread legs and began sucking the head of His hard penis. With her mouth wide open and her pouting lips forming a sort of open bud, she was skillfully worshiping the scepter of her young Black Spouse that had planted the mighty seed deep in her womb. Her eager mouth was moving up and down the shaft, sometimes lingering on His huge testicles, giving them loving, light kisses, all the while uttering a blend of grunts, groans and whines.

I was well placed in the room to notice that sperm was oozing out of Abida's rectum. And soon she made her Master spurt again a heavy load of His seemingly inexhaustible reserve in a violent manly orgasm. She was obviously unable to swallow all that sperm. 

Now being proactive in servicing my superiors, I didn't hesitate to climb on their bed and partake in the thorough cleaning of Master's Black scepter. They were now used to my behavior and, in fact, appreciated my sense of initiative. Abida and I were foraging everywhere on His rod, eager to clean it completely, engulfing every drop in our hungry mouths. Meanwhile, Faisal had His hands on our heads, like a Master with His pets. After, I motioned between Abida's buttocks to lick her clean there as well. Subconsciously, we both had established an unwritten convention of not leaving any drop of our Master's seed wasted.

Afterward, the two lovers went to take another shower and came back, ready to be dressed by their personal servant. I fetched freshly washed garments, a white see-through abaya with an assorted sheer white hijab to cover Abida's naked body (there was no feminine underwear in the house since their wedding) and a white embroidered linen djellaba [long loose-fitting unisex robe] for Master.

Soon after, Zoe brought the diner in the bedroom, placing the tray on the round table. Master complimented her for her appearance and her prettiness. She was wearing abayas most of the time now, under the influence of Madam, who had kind of given a boost to her Muslim faith observance. She was obviously elated, flagrantly flirting with Him, who was responding with His usual seductive smile.

"She is very pretty indeed," Abida remarked, looking at her very small breasts, enhanced however by tiny but stiff, protruding nipples, under the sheer pale green fabric. "It's such a pleasure for the eyes to see her slim body moving around in the house."

"Am I wrong if I say that you would like to play with that 18-year old young Black lady and submit to her?" Master asked without any early warning (it was a common thing to hear them express their inner thoughts openly, never hiding any of their fantasies and kinks to each other, even in front of the servants). It was kind of strange to hear that while Zoe, who was chiefly concerned, was still in the room.

"Mmmmmm... You are so good at guessing my thoughts, my Love," Abida replied with lightly blushing cheeks, keeping her confession for when the young lady would be gone.

"You can leave now, Zoe," Abida said with a haughty attitude, extending her hand for the servant to kiss it.

"Yes, Madam," Zoe replied, while kissing her mistress' hand. "Thank You Master, thank you Madam." She then left the room, hear head bowed.

The spouses sat around the table and gave me the plate that was reserved for me on the tray as per their usual instructions. Most of the time, I was not allowed to eat with them, and this time was no exception. I went behind the partition separating my sleeping quarters from the rest of the bedroom and sat on my chair to eat. Of course, this was not preventing me to hear their conversations.

"Please tell me about Your day, Darling," the contented wife said, switching to a more venal topic, like they were used to do often.

"I spent most of the afternoon in a meeting with Kiersten, preparing for our business trip to Stockholm," Faisal said while eating His middle-eastern tabouleh.

"Oh, Kiersten, the one who was strongly opposed to Your appointment as CEO?" Abida asked.

"Yes," Faisal replied. "But this is history. We are on good terms now. She is among my strong supporters. We are preparing our participation at the international scientific publishers convention that will be held in Stockholm next week. I will be the keynote speaker, and Kiersten will be facilitating two workshops. She also gives me her advice on my speech. Her long experience is quite helpful."

"Please tell me, honey... How does she look? Is she pretty? Swedish girls are usually tall and blonde..." Abida said softly in His ear.

"She is very pretty, although tall, about 5 feet 8 – a bit shorter than me – and stocky built," Master indicated, giving a tender kiss on His wife's forehead. "And, yes, she is blonde with long braids that are most often nicely arranged on her head like a crown. I'm guessing that her hair, when undone, must be down to her lower back. She's always dressed elegantly in classic business suits with ruffle front shirts and wears black high-heeled pumps."

"I can guess her style," Abida remarked. "And what about her temperament?"

"She has a rather fiery temperament, which explains her bad reaction to my appointment as CEO initially," Master replied. "But when she comes to like someone, she becomes somewhat motherly and affectionate. Besides that, she's a hard worker."

"She fell for Your charm, from what I can see," she said with a knowing smile.

"We could say that," answered her Lover with the same smile on His face.

"What would You say if we invite her for diner sometime?" added Abida.

"Yes, it's a great idea, we could do that after returning from our trip to Stockholm and after my family come visit us," Faisal said. "I'm sure she would be glad to accept. She lives alone, being divorced with no children. Her condominium apartment is not far from the office."

At that point, having finished my meal, I respectfully excused myself, saying that I had a meeting with Amanda for planning the final touches of the decoration of Faridah's bedroom.

When I came back in the bedroom later in the evening, the two lovers were sleeping soundly, tightly cuddled in their sheer-draped white love nest. I took a short moment to admire the moving beauty of the interracial couple, the young 26-year old Black Man and His 46-year old pregnant white wife, reflecting that it would probably be considered unacceptable, even disgusting, to many. But I was happy for my dear ex-wife, knowing that she had found the love of her life and, by the same way, a purpose in her life. For a few seconds, I found myself regretting that I had not been able to offer that happiness to her. I then went to take a shower and went to bed. I would clear the table and take the tray to the kitchen first thing in the morning and come back to be at their service as soon as they would wake up.





Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 10



New readers - and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago - know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events.

*****

The birth of Daneen eight months before had changed the dynamics of the household. All the attention and eyes were turned on the little Black baby girl. Every now and then, one of us would enter the master bedroom with great care to have a look at the newborn, who was now sleeping through the nights.

Master was a lot more present at home since the birth of His daughter, often in the bedroom with her and her mom, taking a multitude of photos. He especially liked to be by them when Abida was breastfeeding. Amanda had ordered a few nursing abayas of different colors with easy front openings.

Luckily, Daneen was a quiet and gentle baby girl. She would let us take her in our arms and carry her around the house when awake and let us put her back in her crib without a whimper. Sometimes, we would try to make her walk by holding her little plumpy hands. Her mom would smile at that sight, certainly looking forward to see her daughter walking by herself soon.

Every day, one or two of us would accompany Abida on her long walks with her baby girl in the neighborhood. On weekends, she would often be seen pushing the stroller with Master and Kiersten at her side, both of them wearing their full-length burqas with only a rectangular window revealing their heavily made up eyes and their long elbow-length gloves.

Sometimes they would come across neighbors who would stop for admiring that cute Black baby and chat. By that time, everybody knew that Abida and I had divorced and that she had remarried with a young Black man 21 years younger than her. Also aware that I was living with them sure made them wonder what was exactly our unusual lifestyle.

The two women had developed a close relationship, influencing and helping each other in their own ways. Abida had made Kiersten a fervent Muslimah believer, so much that Kiersten was wearing abayas and hijabs, sometimes with sarouels [loose, baggy trousers worn tightly at the ankles] at work and had made arrangements to have her own prayer room at the company headquarters. They both strictly abided by the female dress code and prayed together often; they also shared tips and advice on ways to please and excite Master. There was not an ounce of envy or jealousy between them, which was a gift for Faisal and all of us, creating a enjoyable atmosphere in the household.

For instance, Kiersten had suggested Abida to let her hair grow, pleading that Master would like that change and that she wouldn't have to worry about her head tattoo as it would remain there forever anyway. And Master indeed expressed His approval, asking His wife to let her hair grow until it would come down to her bottom. I was looking forward to admiring my ex-wife's jet black hair again, however this foreshadowed more hair care work for me.

Kiersten had also bought Abida a special gift for her birthday a few weeks before: a set of ten exquisite sterling pearl-studded mandarin-style nail guards in a nice velvet cushioned box. Given its obvious high quality, this present must have cost a few hundred dollars. Abida, quite intrigued, asked what these were for. "I thought that it would be nice and pleasing to your Husband if you let your fingernails grow," Kiersten explained. "We know that He likes us to scratch and cling to His back with our hands when He makes love to us. I'm sure He would love it."

Abida, blushing lightly, thought that it was a very good idea indeed, sensing the kinkiness of that new adornment. She decided to let her nails extend up to an inch long past her fingertips and was wearing the guards during most of the day, although she had to get used to them. Again, this would be more caring work for Zoe and me. 

Not jealous of her ideas to increase the arousal of their Master, Kiersten had a wealth of suggestions for Abida. I heard her one day encouraging Abida to resume her hormone treatments for augmenting her breasts, at least to become as large as her own, as they knew how much Faisal was fond of them. Always striving to please her Husband, she followed the advice.

On week days, Abida was now installed in a sort of routine. Her priorities were to breastfeed her baby and do her prayers. She had begun to work on her research on Black Muslims in her office when she had time. We bought a digital voice recorder as her long nails were preventing her to type on a keyboard. She would then send her files to a freelance typist.

The evenings and nights were privileged moments for Abida and Master, and sometimes for Him and His concubines. Abida was always happy to greet Him home and enjoyed remaining beside Him and chatting about various things, such as their beloved child, His professional endeavours, and her activities at home.

Early one evening, tired but still not asleep in my quarters behind my partition in the master bedroom, I was listening to Faisal and Abida, who were chatting quietly in their love nest. A few minutes earlier, I had finished preparing Master's suitcase, and I was going to take Him to the airport; He was going with Faridah on a one-week business trip to Dubai.

"I am happy that you recovered well from the delivery," said Faisal. "I hope that breastfeeding Daneen isn't too much of a burden for you, my love."

"Oh no, my Adored One, not at all. I feel great, this is a period of high fulfilment for me. The breastfeeding creates a wonderful between Daneen and I. Of course, this is something a man cannot experience," she said joyfully. "My greatest hope right now is to make myself available to grow Your next child within me, to receive Your mighty semen so that we can have the Black baby boy that You desire so much."

"Oh my darling, I love you so much," Faisal followed on. "Your will to please me is worthy of commend. However, above all, I want to spare your health and safety, dear Princess. You remember what the doctor told us... another pregnancy could be hazardous for a woman of your age, not that I find you old, on the contrary."

I was sure that Abida didn't like to hear that. She carried on with a tinge of disappointment in her voice: "Yes, I do remember the doctor saying that. Although, my beloved Sultan, I love You so much and I am so aware of your longing for having a male Black heir that I would gladly be Your cow forever."

Hearing that word, cow, Faisal couldn't do but laugh. "You're not my cow, you're my dear, my beloved wife. And it's precisely for that reason that I want to ensure your well-being. I want us to be together for many, many years to come."

"Oh, my Love, my only Love... I am Yours and will be Yours forever!" she exclaimed with a quavering voice, on the brink of crying. "But what will we do?"

"As a matter of fact, I am thinking the situation over for some time," Faisal admitted. "I came up with a solution that could be acceptable to you."

"What is it, my Sweetheart?"

"I thought - in fact I decided - to take another wife... You expressed well my longing for a son. And I don't want to impregnate a concubine. My conscience tells me that I have to do it with a legitimate wife."

"Oh... What are you saying? Allah be a witness... I can't believe..."

"Please, stay calm, my darling... Let me elaborate... That other wife wouldn't - will not - be any woman. She will be one whom you know and with whom you get along very well. And I want to breed a white, pale-skinned woman, I want my children to be from a mixed couple, just like we have done so wonderfully for Daneen."

Abida was quick in guessing who it was. "Kiersten, it's Kiersten!" she almost shouted with a voice full of sorrow.

"I suppose that You already made Your marriage proposal..."

"No, I wanted to talk with you before. Please, my beloved wife, please think about it," Master asked gently. "Let's discuss it later next week. Then you will be more clear-headed, after pondering the pros and cons. Ok?"

"If You say so..." Abida replied, rather angrily. "Now, please, would You let me pray and ask Allah for His wisdom?"

"Yes, my dear wife," He said. "I wish you a good night. I am convinced that your prayers to Allah will sooth your suffering. And I hope that you will understand the reason behind my solution, your health and well-being. You are and will always remain my first wife. I love you, Abida."

"I love You so much!!" she almost shouted, crying.

Master then kissed her on the forehead and left the room.

I was as devastated as she was. I heard soft sweeping sounds, making me guess that Abida came out of bed and put on her prayer dress. Next, she must have assumed her prostrate position. I could hear her weep. For one moment, I was tempted to get up and console her, but I thought that it would not be appropriate and that she might have scolded me. Then my tiredness won over me, and I fell asleep.

The next morning at 6:00, I got up. My first move was to check Abida. Fortunately, she was sleeping soundly. I then went to the garage to take the Escalade out.

Not a word was exchanged during our commuting to the airport. I saw that Faridah was half asleep, her hijab-covered head lying on Master's shoulder.

After I had taken the suitcases out of the vehicle, Master told me: "eunuch, please take good care of your ex-wife, Beth. I know that you still love her tenderly. Tell her that I miss her already, that I will pray for her and that I love her."

"I shall do so, Master. Have a good trip."

"Thank you, eunuch."

***

During the following week, I did all I could to comfort and console Abida. She spent most of her time praying, often in silence and sometimes aloud. I could hear her ask Allah for His wisdom and help.

Every day, as usual, I gave bathed her. And, as usual, this was an opportunity for her to confide to the eunuch, as her Husband was doing.

One day, while I was soaping her somewhat sagging huge breasts, now close to the aimed size of 40GG, as per her Husband's wished for her and Kiersten, Abida began to confide in me.

"eunuch, praying Allah has quieted my anger. I have a lot of thinking and, with the aid of my deep belief, I came to ponder the situation. I would like to have your advice, given that you always had a sound judgment when we were together and still have."

"Madam, I must admit that I was as thrown back as you have been when Master told you about His intentions," I replied. "I also thought a lot about your situation. I believe that you should continue praying and reflecting. You love your Husband deeply, and He loves you as deeply. You love each other. But I know that it's very difficult to deal with. Your Husband has thought of that solution above all to safeguard your health and well-being. It's a great proof of love, don't you agree?"

"Yes, eunuch, I cannot challenge the validity of what you're saying," Abida carried on. "Not only does my heart bleed but also my ego. I felt it like a reject because of our age difference, like if Faisal was finding me too old for Him, too old to bear another of His children."

"Your reaction is quite understandable, Madam," I commented. "However, you will agree with me that Master has never failed to show you His love, affection, tenderness and care. Just like I did when we were wife and husband. With the exception that He fulfills you completely sexually, as you deserve. My feeling is that He will love you just as much but that He will share His love between you and another woman. You well know His immense desire to have a male descendant. But, for Him, that desire comes second to His determination to protect your physical integrity. You are now 47 and you are beautiful. I have no doubt that He will continue to honor you with His love and sexual desire. He loves you enough to continue nurturing your longings and you love Him enough to continue adoring Him and bless Him with your unconditional love. Just as I found my destiny serving you and your Husband, you have made your own destiny embarking on a that extraordinary journey with your Lover, Husband and Master."

"What you say is undeniable truth, eunuch," Abida responded. "I trust your judgment very much. This will be food for thought for me. Now, please continue washing me thoroughly."

"Yes Madam. If I may remark, your growing hair suits you very well," I commented while admiring her black hair now down on her neck.

"You will have to wash my hair after, eunuch. Later on, we will go out together for our walk with Daneen."

"Yes Madam," I agreed before having her turn around in the bath tub washing her buttocks and rectum thoroughly, then her legs and feet.

***

A few days later, I picked up Master and Faridah at the airport on their arrival from Dubai in the early evening.

Once their luggage was in the vehicle, we went home. I was glad that Master's first words were about His wife: "eunuch, please tell me... How is Madam doing? I made a point not to email her for the whole week. I wanted to give her time to reflect."

"Master, I am pleased to say that Madam is doing very well," I replied. "She prayed a lot during the week, more than usual. Whenever she had time, besides feeding Daneen and taking walks with her and me, she used her misbaha [string of prayer beads] a lot. You will find her in good shape."

"I am happy to hear that, eunuch. I can't wait to take her in my arms and tell her how much I love her."

While heading home, I asked Master if their trip had been fruitful businesswise.

"Yes, eunuch, very fruitful," He said. "As the former CEO of our company, you might be interested to hear that we signed a lucrative contract that will enable us to distribute our Arabic history workbooks in the whole network of the Middle East universities. This will reinforce our top position on the world scientific book market."

Every now and then Faridah was giving her Lover gentle kisses on a cheek.

As soon as the Escalade rolled under the marquee and Master came out, Abida ran down the stairs barefooted and bareheaded, wearing a royal blue abaya, and threw herself in her Husband's arms, crying with joy.

"I missed You so much, my Adored One!" she said.

"I missed you too, my beloved wife. I love you more than when I left." This had the effect of pulling tears out of Abida's eyes.

In turn, the two women hugged and kissed. Then Abida and Faisal went inside, heading for their bedroom, holding one another by the waist. They wanted to be alone and told me that they would ring me when needed.

The call came only late in the evening. When I entered the bedroom, the couple was in bed cuddling, looking satiated; they had obviously made love.

"eunuch, you will need to change the bed sheets tomorrow morning," said Abida in a playful voice betraying her happiness, which made me the more happy.

"Yes, Madam."

"eunuch, please prepare my suitcase tonight... not for a trip however," Master requested in turn, in a no less playful voice. "I will be staying at Kiersten's apartment tomorrow night. I have an important matter to discuss with her (which I guessed what it was). You will still need to pick up Faridah at the office on early evening however. As usual, the next morning you will take her back to work and then pick us up at the end of the day. Kiersten will most likely come home with us."

"Understood, Master," I replied, my heart beating with joy at the thought that everything seemed to be resolved.

***

Two days later, I was driving Master, Faridah and Kiersten back home. They were installed comfortably on the back seat, cuddling and French kissing. The two women were dressed in abayas with niqabs covering their heads and were sporting heavy lipstick and make up to please their Lover. When I was cleaning the interior of the vehicle, every second day, I was thinking about all that was happening on that back seat.

On our arrival, Madam was already waiting for us on the main entrance porch. As soon as the vehicle doors opened, she quickly walked down the stairs, the heels of her pearl-studded slippers clicking, and greeted Kiersten with a warm hug. They both burst into tears. Faridah came to join them, and they remained together for long minutes, performing an act of true sisterhood.

The three hijabis then walked inside holding hands. After having taken the suitcases to the master bedroom and prepared a djellaba for Master before His shower, I found them later sitting around the patio table, engaged in a friendly conversation.

They thanked me with smiles when I brought them some juice, tea and biscuits on a large plate. After which I withdrew, but not too far, remaining as inconspicuous as possible while at hearing distance, as I was curious to hear what they were saying.

"I must confess that I was shocked and devastated when Master told me about His decision," Abida told her two companions. "It took me a long time, with the help of prayer and also from our eunuch (I was pleased to hear that), to accept the situation and admit that it was my destiny. I am now at peace with myself and you, dear Kiersten."

"Oh, my dear sister, what you say makes me so happy!" Kiersten exclaimed. "However I perfectly understand your reaction. I would certainly have reacted the same way. Master's proposal came as a shock also to me last night. But a beautiful shock. I accepted His proposal without any hesitation. I love Him so much that I want to give my life to Him as His wife, just as you did and will continue to do, Abida darling. And my utmost wish is to give Him the son whom He wants so badly. Not only one child but as many as He wishes. Master and I had so much to talk about that we nearly had any sleep."

"No?" Faridah asked with a smile, knowing that it had been more than normal.

"You can imagine my state of elation at the thought of such a wonderful life project," Kiersten explained. "Master elaborated on His intentions. We will marry in Saudi Arabia. As we know, polygamy is forbidden in America but permitted in that country. The important thing for us is to be legally married under the Islamic law, the Sharia, without violating American law."

"In Saudi Arabia? So we won't have the joy of attending your wedding?" Faridah inquired.

"No, my sister. We plan to invite you and Madam of course," Kiersten said to reassure her. "In fact, you will both be my bridesmaids, although according to Muslim customs we do not really need bridesmaids. But you guys are so important to us that we want to have you alongside us on that great day."

"Oh, what a wonderful attention!" Abida exclaimed. "I am flattered and honored."

"I am as well," Faridah added. "I am so proud of you, Kiersten, and so proud to belong to our sisterhood. It's a great gift and privilege. I must confess that I envy you. Theoretically, Master could have chosen me as His second wife, and I would have been honored. But I accept the fact that He wants to breed with a white female and have children with mixed parents."

On that, the three women bent forward on their chairs and exchanged a common gentle kiss on the lips together. It was a great demonstration of affection. They were indeed the perfect trio of courtesans, united in their love for their Sultan.

"My dear Abida, I want to tell you that you were more than instrumental in my evolution toward the Muslim faith," Kiersten admitted. "Your deep devotion and conformity to the Islamic precepts impress me greatly. So much that I am about to convert to the Muslim faith. Master will introduce me soon to the imam who married you. He will certainly give us his blessing, knowing your great devotion. You were and still are a wonderful role model for me and a great believer to emulate. We intend to invite him to attend our wedding ceremony, our nikah, and the intimate reception, the walimah, that will follow. As you can see, I am opening a complete new chapter in my life, leaving my past life on the doorstep and joyfully following a new path with my new husband-to-be, your Husband."




Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 10



I was unable to see Abida's face very well, but I was sure that she first blushed under the compliment but next felt a tinge of regret and sadness. I was also convinced, however, that this feeling would only be temporary.

"Oh... by Allah... I feel blessed to have been an instrument in His hands..." Abida said with tears in her voice. "I am so happy that you decided to embrace the only true faith. I am proud of you, dear Kiersten. The three of us will now be modest, obeying, worshipping partners to our Master, always striving to abide by His wishes and desires as any Muslimah should do for her Muslim Alpha Male."

"Yes, I agree completely with you. I thank Allah every day for having put Faisal on my path," said Kiersten. "It's the most wonderful thing that happened in my life. I am going to file a request for an official name change, to take an Arabic name, as you did. We didn't discuss a choice of appropriate names yet. Faisal suggested me to talk about it with you and Faridah and make a choice together."

"Wow! It's wonderful!" Faridah exclaimed with great enthusiasm. We will certainly be able together to come up with a name that will fit your personality."

"Yes, indeed, I can't wait to do some research and make you some suggestions, of course with the advice of Master," Abida added. "Now, would you like us to go see Daneen? I miss her now. And she must miss me too."

The three women left the patio and went to the master bedroom together, holding hands. I followed them discreetly, admiring their unity, not only of thoughts but also of dress. They were all wearing abayas and hijabs like the good Muslimahs they had become. Thinking back, I was amazed by Faisal's fascinating power over women, particularly these three, whom He had shaped to His taste like plasticine. They were obeying Him and acting according to His whatever His whims were. He owned them, had tamed them well, and was to breed His new wife soon.

When we entered the room, Master had had a shower and was wearing a casual djellaba. He was lulling Daneen to sleep in His arms on the rocking chair that had been to the room furniture after the birth. The three women went around the Father and daughter to look at her adorable chubby black face and densely curled hair that were contrasting with her light pink romper. She was now almost 11 months old, and was a constant joy for everyone in the house.

***

For the three women, almost every evening during the next few weeks were spent chatting openly about the preparations of the nikah and other intimate subjects, such as their bodies, especially their breasts, that they kept growing with hormone treatments. They were stimulating their creative imaginations by suggesting ways to fulfill their Master's appetite for kink.

One warm evening, the three women were lounging comfortably on deck chairs on the patio after diner. Master was still downtown, having a business diner with clients; He would call me to pick him up later. I was out cleaning the table were that had their frugal diner and could hear their conversation. Once my work was done, I managed to remain not too far, curious to know more about what they were saying.

"Your hair is growing nicely, Abida. You're very pretty. I recognize the Beth that I had known," Kiersten remarked while sipping her jasmine tea.

"Thank you, my sister," Abida replied with a smile of satisfaction. "The Beth I was is now gone forever, Kiersten. I entered a whole new chapter of my life that I would never quit to go back. My Adored One asked me to let it grow forever, at least down to my bottom. I am getting used to the change. Our eunuch washes my hair every day."

"So later on, I won't have to use a leash to ride you around. I'll grab you firmly by your long black ponytail," Kiersten added, smiling. "You'll be my personal mare."

"Mmmmmmmm... Yesss!" Abida sighed.

"Please tell me... Did Master like the Arabic name that we have chosen together?" Faridah asked Kiersten.

"Yes, He does," Kiersten replied. "He finds that Saamiya [meaning 'elevated, exhalted, lofty'] is quite appropriate for me. He urged me to file a request for a name change as soon as possible, which I did. I thank you both for your research on that matter and for helping me come with that name. I will bear it with pride for all my new life. So you can call me Saamiya from now on, my dear sisters."

"Saamiya, I would see you adorning body and genital jewelry," Faridah dared to say, suddenly changing subjects. "You sure know that there are plenty of gorgeous accessories out there, like nipple rings, dangles and barbells, clit clip jewelry, and so on. Would you like to have your nipples and outer labia pierced? Your soon-to-be Husband would love that."

"Mmmmmm... Yessss!" Saamiya replied right away.

"Mmmmmm... Me too!" Abida hastened to say.

"Some night, we will shop on the web for that," Faridah concluded, her lips showing a sensual smile.

"Your suggestion of a full-length white bridal burqa with a full face veil and white elbow-length gloves adorning exquisite rings and bracelets is very appropriate, dear Abida," Saamiya commented. "And Faisal loves the idea too. He finds that this garment will be a great demonstration of my vow of modesty and submission and says that I will be dressed as an exemplary Muslimah bride. He would also like me to be barefooted as a sign of humility and have my nails painted white as a sign of purity."

"Master deserves nothing less on the part of His wives," Abida commented. "If you remember, I was dressed in similar fashion for our nikah and walimah two years ago. I was so proud to please and honor my new Husband, the Man of my life. Faridah and I will also wear burqas with full-face veils, as it should be. Faridah and I will make sure that you make your new Husband proud of you and worthy to be married under the Sharia."

"Ohhhh... Thank you! You make my heart beat in anticipation. I just can't wait!" Saamiya exclaimed.

"I find so thrilling and arousing the fact that we are always naked under our modest garment, Faridah commented, suddenly bringing the subject on the naughty side. "That way, Master can to take us whenever He wants."

"Mmmmm... Yessss..." Saamiya reacted. "What is marvelous too is that we are never deprived of the sex we long for. His amazing stamina keeps us satisfied and fulfilled. He constantly opens us to aspects of our sexual life that we had never suspected. We are blessed to live under the direction and authority of our Black Alpha Muslim Male." They all agreed.

"My sisters... I want to express you a longing that keeps dwelling in my mind... I would love to be iron branded with a large stylized F on my rear end," Abida confessed. "For quite some time, I long to show forever with a permanent mark on my body all the love and adoration I nurture for my Husband. This will make me His personal cow-wife."

"Mmmmmmm... This would be an admirable act of free self-surrender... I encourage you to follow through with your dream," said Saamiya with her eyes wide in awe. "You're sowing the seed in my mind... I might follow your path... Unless you want to have the exclusivity," she added with a knowing smile.

"Why don't we get branded all at the same time as Master's cows?" Faridah asked spontaneously.

"Yes. And I would like to have it done before my wedding," Saamiya carried on. "But it depends on if we are able to order a custom-made iron."

"I am sure that we can find a maker on the web. I'll do some research." Faridah mentioned.

"You still have your rosebud butt plug inside you, don't you?" Saamiya inquired.

"Yes, it's part of me now. I only remove it when I have to tend to my bodily needs and when Master tells me to," Abida replied candidly.

"Master has really broken you. So most often you remove the plug when your Husband wants to sodomize you," said Saamiya.

"Yes, my rectum and lower intestines are filled at all times. It's one of the eunuch's tasks to clean it carefully every time I defecate," Abida explained.

"I am convinced that you will do anything that your beloved Master and Lover, who will soon become my Husband, wants you to do, won't you?"

"Yes, Saamiya, anything... Hmmmmm... I'm soooo hooornyy!"

"As I told you, you are a great subject of emulation for me; you're so lewd and slutty. I want to become like you. Together, we'll double our Husband's pleasure... Mmmmm..."

"Mmmmmmm... yessss!"

"Your long fingernails are gorgeous and sexy, Abida," Saamiya added. They seem to be at the length Master wanted."

"Yes, they are now one inch long past my fingertips," Abida said while removing one of her elegant nail guards. "As you can see, they are painted black now. I change the color every week; that makes a nice change for my Adored One. They are very neat and tidy. Zoe does a great job. Sometimes, she makes nice designs, like Arabic letters or the letter F. When I scratch Master's back when we make love, His excitement heightens and He becomes even more of a stallion..."

"Mmmmmmmm... On the other hand, it's not too practical. There is not many manual daily activities that you can do with such long nails," Saamiya remarked.

"Yes, you are right. I admit that I'm becoming more of a passive, indolent and sultry courtesan. I'm slowly losing interest in my past professional passions. Master fulfills me so much that I feel complete simply as His submissive and obeying wife. I am entirely happy loving and caring for our Daneen and satisfying my Husband's wishes. When I take Master's penis at my fingerstips with my long nails and play with it, He becomes crazy with lust. Pleasing Him is my only aim."

"I guess that your behavior compares with the one that wives and courtesans were leading in ancient Arabia, in the times of sultans and their harems," Saamiya followed on.

"Yes, exactly. And that's what I now aim for, to be the perfect wife for my Sultan," Abida admitted. "I strive to become His doll, His toy to do whatever He wishes. Allah is my God in Jannah [paradise], but Faisal is my Lord in this duniya [temporal world]. Mmmmmmmm... I feel so horny... Mmmmmmmm... Please, my sisters, masturbate me!"

In a state of ecstasy, Abida rolled up her abaya to her waist to expose her uncovered lower genitals but Saamiya urged and helped her to undress completely "so we can admire your big udders, you cow." Abida loved to be talked to that way; it was heightening her excitement. Already moaning with lust, she readily complied and bent and spread her bare legs wide, her feet resting on the chair, offering herself to the hands and lips of her two companions.

The two women came close to Abida's deck chair and proceeded to fondle her udders as Saamiya called her large breasts and pinch her long erect nipples. Faridah was feeling her breasts and belly, soon going down to her hard clitoris. Abida was whimpering and moaning loudly, her eyes closed.

Saamiya began French kissing her, using her lips, tongue and teeth to play with her large septum ring. "You're really a cow... we can lead you anywhere by your nose ring..."

Faridah kneeled beside the deck chair and began worshipping Abida's feet, legs and thighs by the way of gentle licks and kisses. She slowly progressed up to her wide open vagina, pulling the outer labia with her teeth, inducing loud wails. Next, she abruptly began eating Abida's bulging clitoris.

All the while Saamiya was continuing to play fiercely with Abida's face, letting her kinkiness run wild. She would sometimes dart her tongue tip in Abida's nostrils after having bitten her septum ring, sometimes nibble on and kiss her ear lobes, while whispering dirty things, making her moan loudly. She wouldn't forget at times to kiss and lick hungrily her armpits. Seeing that Faridah kept eating Abida's clit and labia, she motioned to remove her nail guards and suck on her long fingernails.

Abida had already orgasmed once, and Faridah soon made her submerse herself in deep lust again.

Not long after, Faridah and Saamiya got rid of their abayas and the three women went into the pool to cool off and relax, every now and then exchanging gentle kisses, with their big breasts floating in midwater. I brought them towels and left for the master bedroom to take a shower and go to sleep.

***

"Wow! Zoe, you're stunning! Are you going to a ball?" I asked in admiration.

"You know where I'm going, eunuch. Thank you for your kind comment. I'm flattered," Zoe replied with a smile.

Soon after diner, I was standing in my capacity of chauffeur (without the livery) beside our silver CL-class Mercedez under the marquee, holding a back door open for Zoe. It was a little more than a week before Master and His three women would leave for the nikah that was to be held in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. She had been called by Saamiya during the day for a special assignment. She was to go to her apartment, near the company's headquarters downtown, to provide personal body care services in preparation for her wedding. Saamiya had demanded that Zoe be dressed in a classy and sexy way. She and Master were to wait for her there.

Zoe walked down the stairs of the front porch dressed in the style that was her trademark before she came to work at our estate months ago but this time with different clothes: a slick, skin-tight strapless pale grey dress and assorted 6-inch heel platform peep-toe stiletto pumps adorned with bows. Her legs were enshrined in back-seamed sheer nylon stockings or stay-ups. I was wondering if she was wearing any undergarments. Her outfit was completed by a large necklace, bracelets, earrings and a small grey handbag. She was stunningly elegant and sexy. Since she had taken her duties as a servant, she had been wearing abayas and thong sandals most of the time. I took the larger bag that she was carrying in one hand, probably containing all the necessary material for body care, like makeup, manicure and pedicure I guessed.

That dress was perfectly fitting for her very slim figure and flat chest, and the high-heeled pumps made her long, slender legs look even longer. The hair style that was making her so pretty had not changed: short jet black bob hair with bangs.

"I haven't seen you dressed like this for a long time," I commented.

"Yes indeed. Before being employed here however, that was my type of clothing. I love the feel on my body; it makes me horny," Zoe confessed.

I had come to cherish Zoe as if she was my daughter, and this was reciprocated on her part by tender filial-like affection.

"I will sit in the front with you if you don't mind, I don't feel like a dignitary," said Zoe with her adorable smile.

During our trip downtown, we had time to chat about her and various other subjects. There were not really any barrier between us, thanks to my eunuch condition. Zoe and Amanda didn't mind my presence near them most of the time and never kept any secret about the household and its special lifestyle.

"You know what, now that I remember, Kiersten - I mean Madam Saamiya - has established some sort of a dress code for young women in her division in the company. I recall that nearly all young females that were part of her staff were dressed elegantly in the most classy fashion and were sporting high-heeled shoes. So I'm not surprised that she asked you to dress similarly."

"I see. Well, it's ok with me," said Zoe. "As I told you, that was my style before. I have changed only to comply with the Islamic modesty requirements in the house, which is also ok with me."

"You're a docile girl, Zoe. Master and Madam Abida like you very much and are very pleased with your services," I commented.

"I figured that it was so but I thank you for telling me, eunuch," she said with a shyish smile enhancing her lolita-type prettiness.

We were already close to Madam Saamiya's apartment. I was kind of disappointed that our trip had not taken longer as I enjoyed very much chatting with Zoe.

Once in front of the main door, Zoe gave me time to come out of the car and go on her side to open her door. She was kind enough to thank me and gave me gentle kisses on the cheeks.

"Have a good evening and night, Zoe," I said. "I suppose that you or Madam Saamiya will call me tomorrow to come pick you up. Or you might come back home with her, Master and Faridah after work when I pick them up."

I looked at her walking with classy style through the door. Knowing that Master and her flirted quite often, I was not wondering if Master would put His hand on her but rather when He would...

***

"I can't wait to hear you give me a detailed account of what happened!" said Amanda the day after when Zoe came back home. "We do however have work to do for the diner and after. We could meet later this evening in my office."

"Yes, auntie, I can't wait either to tell you everything!" Zoe replied, just about to go change clothes before commencing her duty. "Do you mind if eunuch is with us? He's so kind to me that I wouldn't want to frustrate his curiosity," she added with a wicked smile.

"No, I guess not," Amanda just said. "After all, he is my administrative assistant."

It's only around 10 p.m. that we could meet in Amanda's office, once we had finished our chores. "Please, my dear niece, tell us everything!" she said, unable to refrain her anticipation.

"Well... I have so much to tell you... I don't know where to start... I hope you don't mind getting in bed late." Zoe told us with an amused smile.

"As eunuch knows, I arrived at Madam Saamiya's apartment building at around 8 p.m." Zoe began. "I rang the intercom and she unlocked the front door for me. In the elevator, I checked myself in the mirror panel to dispel my nervousness. When I knocked on the apartment door, my legs were shaking."

"Curiously, I was not so surprised to see Madam Saamiya's appearance when she opened the door. Her long blonde hair was untied and a white full-length see-through nightdress was covering her naked body and her prominent breasts. She had put on white high-heeled mules."

"Hello Zoe, you're most welcome. We were waiting for you. Please come in," Madam Saamiya told me.

"Thank you, Madam. I hope that I didn't make you wait too long," I inquired, still somewhat nervous.

"Not at all, my dear. Come over."

"When we entered the living room, Master was there, sitting on the couch. All he was wearing was a white bathrobe."

"Hi Zoe, little Black girl. You're so pretty!" He said in a voice expressing His admiration. "I don't think I had ever seen you dressed in such a classy way."

"Indeed, she's gorgeous, she's entirely to my taste," Madam Saamiya commented in turn. Then she moved toward her Husband-to-be and sat on His lap before to give Him a hot kiss."

"Really, I didn't know how to behave," Zoe told us.

"You can put your handbag and your other big bag on the chair over there, Zoe," Madam told me. "Now, I would like you to parade for us, slowly, to expose yourself so that we can admire your beauty."

"Mmmmmmm... Yesssss... You're such an exquisite young Black female," Master followed on.

"So I began parading in the living room, trying to be as natural as possible," Zoe continued. "Their compliments were making me proud and eager to show myself. I think I had never been so admired. I walked slowly up and down, at ease in my high-heeled pumps, making sure to show the back of my seamed stockings and my bottom at its best."

"Mmmmm..." they uttered in unison, obviously charmed and aroused. I was quite happy to have at last an opportunity to exercise my charms in front of Master."

"You, little teaser," Amanda said in a motherly voice.

"After a while, Madam Saamiya sat close beside Master, her legs crossed. The peak of my surprise was to come."

"Zoe... You already belong to your Master as a servant, don't you?"

"Yes, Madam, Master owns me," I replied without any hesitation."




Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 10



"Well... In fact, given my relationship with your Master, you also belong to me, Don't you?"

"Yes, Madam. I am yours."

"Good girl... I called you here to attend to my body care needs in preparation for my nikah," Madam said. "I want to be at my best for that very unique moment in my life. I want to be the best looking Muslimah for my Black Muslim Alpha male."

"But I also called you for another major reason..." she explained. "I want to make a special gift to my Master and future Husband. A gift from a gifted bride to her beloved Groom. An offering of gratitude to the Man who completely changed my life and took me into His realm. You are that gift, Zoe..."

"I had to control myself not to fall off my shoes. And Master was as much surprised as I was. He was also obviously pleased. Noticing His reaction, Madam gave Him a long kiss on the lips."

"Master thanked His wife-to-be warmly for having thought of that very special gift," Zoe explained. "However, in His great wisdom, He wanted to ensure my willingness to be played with. As you know, He never forced any of His women; He always let them their freedom to decide. So He asked me if I wanted to become an addition to His harem, to become another of His concubines."

"Oh, my gosh... What did you say?" Amanda interrupted.

"I didn't say anything yet," Zoe replied. "Master elaborated on His plans for me. If I accepted, I would become a special concubine. Contrary to His other females, I would be His sexy slut, His doll, most often dressed sexily as I was then. This to add variety in His harem. Sometimes, though, I would have to wear modest Muslimah garments, naked under of course, but always with high-heeled shoes, He said. I would belong to Him as to His other women but differently. I would also be a toy for them, to be used as and when they wanted, as He liked His females to be bisexual."

"Master also told me that there would be advantages for me," Zoe added. "If I accepted to become one of His concubines, I would climb up in the hierarchy of the household. I would not be a servant any more. I would be served and be available to Him and to His other females. Another advantage is that I would be given the latitude to buy sexy clothes to excite and arouse Him and His women, who could also choose clothes for me. The cost would of course be assumed by the household."

Amanda could not wait any more: "Zoe, please tell me... what did you decide?"

"Aunt Amanda, I understand your eagerness to know," Zoe said. "I know that this will have major implications for you. It was an offer which I could not refuse. I immediately said yes. Since I first saw Him, I feel an enormous attraction for Master. I am so happy and proud that this attraction is reciprocal on His part."

"Ohhhhh... Zoe... my little lovely niece... I'm so proud of you!" Amanda exclaimed. "It's so wonderful that He set His eyes on you... It's only normal that the Black Muslim Alpha Male will own a beautiful young Black woman like you. I'm sooo happy! However this has major practical implications... We will have to recruit at least one other servant as the workload will increase..."

I agreed with Amanda. With the recent addition of Daneen and the imminent addition of Madam Saamiya as the second wife and Zoe as the second concubine, the workload would become overwhelming if we didn't have any additional help.

"My promotion to the concubine status will take effect when Master and His three women come back from Riyadh," Zoe explained.

"I will look into it rapidly, with the help of eunuch," Amanda said. As curious as I was, she inquired: "And what happened next?"

"Having heard my acceptance, Master stood up and came to me, expressing His eagerness to unwrap His special gift," Zoe told us. "He went behind me and began unzipping my tight dress while kissing my neck and ear lobes. Mmmmmmm... that was soooo hot!"

"My dress was soon on the floor," she added. "He helped me dispose of it, holding my hand as I tossed it aside with my feet. I saw the lust in Madam Saamiya's eyes when she saw the only piece of clothing that I had, my grey cincher with garters holding my stockings. Master began caressing my flat breasts and soon made my nipples become hard... Mmmmmm..."

"Being fond of huge breasts, He told me that I will have to augment mine to the same size as Madam Abida's, Madam Saamiya's and Faridah's," Zoe added. "He thought of implants or a hormone treatment. That will be quite a change for me. I can't wait to be more appealing to my Master."

"The sight of me standing on my high heels and wearing only my cincher, garters and stockings had a great effect on Madam Saamiya," Zoe told us. "She came in front of me and, with her Husband-to-be behind, they caressed me all over hungrily. She told me that I was gorgeous and that she desired me as a little Black sextoy, while fingering my clitoris. I soon became wet, bending my head backward with lust, and Master French kissed me wildly. Mmmmm..."

"Seeing Master's excitement, she removed His bathrobe while telling Him that her gift was ripe to be used as He wished. She went to get a condom and, as His huge penis was erect, she didn't have any trouble putting it on. Then Master turned me to face Him and lifted me by the buttocks with His strong arms and impaled my vagina abruptly, making me sit on His hard member. Oh my... I had never been filled like this in my whole life... I crossed my legs around Him and let Him carry me around. He made me orgasm almost instantly, screaming my pleasure. He remained in me however, holding my buttocks wide open. He was my stallion and I as His mare in heat... Mmmmm..."

Noticing that it was quite late in the evening, Zoe ended her account by saying that they took a shower together and went to bed, adding that she had been used almost all night by either one of them or them together. In the morning, Master had to go to the office but Madam Saamiya had booked a day off. She spent the day in her apartment using Zoe in different ways, including body care and sex plays of all kinds; she had made a gift not only to her Lover but also to herself.

***

A few days later, Master, Abida, Saamiya and Faridah left for Riyadh. After the wedding they would have a special, common honeymoon of two weeks. I had offered Master to pay all the expenses of the trip for the four of them as a wedding gift. He thanked me warmly.

At home, Amanda, Zoe and I took care of Daneen and began preparing the house for accommodating Master's new wife and new concubine each in her own bedroom. Luckily, the house was large enough. However, we would have to plan the recruitment of at least one servant given the additional workload ahead.

To be continued...