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3+1 Wives Ch. 01

By: Tarbut



A series of fortunate speculations on the raw materials market allowed Zayan and his wife Jamila to buy several buildings in Cairo, Egypt, and to live off the rent. So he could resume his university studies, but before going to class and as soon as he came home, he made love with Jamila.

They were in their late forties; Zayan was still a slender man, while Jamila was much like the Venus of Willendorf. Luckily, she was able to sew her own garments, from the skirt to the bra, so she could always be elegant without wasting money.

While Zayan studied glottology (he was in love with Aharon Dolgopolsky's Nostratic Hypothesis, so he kept learning new languages, reading new texts, and comparing word roots across continents), Jamila was a painter, a calligrapher and a tailoress, and spent most of her time alone by creating new dresses.

They awoke at about 7 in the morning, had a shower and a huge breakfast; as soon as they got married, Zayan discovered that satiety triggered Jamila's sexual desire, so he always took great care to feed (and even overfeed) her. That's why Jamila's breasts had grown from 34E to 40L during her marital life -- to the enjoyment of both.

Jamila reciprocated by putting testosterone patches into Zayan's briefs, so he always felt horny, and could always make love with her whenever she liked -- and when he wasn't at home, she often ate a piece of cake and then masturbated.

Her favorite cake was the Italian tiramisu, a terrific mix of cream, zabaglione, chocolate, coffee and biscuits supposed to help Casanovas to please several women per night, but she loved to eat it first, then she opened her special Kindle appliance, put a dildo into her vagina, opened her shirt and bra, and while the Amazon Kindle automatically turned over the pages of the best erotica in front of her, her hands massaged her breasts, areolas and nipples, while her thighs made cycling movements, thus squeezing the labia against each other and the clitoris, and the vaginal walls against the dildo, causing excitation and eventually orgasm.

Zayan knew that, as whenever he came home found two pieces of tiramisu missing; once he found only one missing, and Jamila excused herself by saying, "I had to finish an important client's dress."

Zayan told her, "I'm your client now. I've always been curious to know how did you please yourself, and ... could show that to me?"

"It's my dirty little secret, honey. But since I'm an orgasm short today, I'll ask you to please me not once but twice!"

"I'll have a shower and we'll come!"

"We'll have a shower, darling!" Luckily, Zayan could afford a shower cabin as big as a car spray booth, or Jamila should have washed herself a tit at a time; but this cabin allowed them to shower together, and even to make love there.

Zayan began by licking Jamila's clit, while his hands were reaching for her buttocks, and Jamila was pressing her 40L tits over his head; then inserted a finger first, and then another into her vagina, searching for her G-spot.

While he massaged it, he kept his lips sealed to her labia, and licked her clit -- so when she came and squirted, he could drink her fluid.

Then he focused on her mammoth breasts, by sucking the right nipple first, the left nipple later, thus arousing her again; Jamila caught his penis and rubbed it against her pubic mound until it got erected again.

Zaynab was going to nail her, but she told him, "The tiramisu first, habibi. I cannot enjoy penetration without it."

So they went to the kitchen room, in their birthday suit, took the cake out of the fridge, and Jamila proposed an experiment: to sit over Zaynab's erect penis, and eat the tiramisu while it was within her, and Zaynab was massaging her breasts.

It was quite exciting, but it was only when Zaynab began recollecting memories of really enjoyable sex between themselves that Jamila came.

Zaynab then said, "I have to pee," and Jamila knew what he meant; she took a dildo from a drawer, and a speculum, and while she inserted the dildo into her vagina, Zaynab inserted the speculum into her anus.

Once it was in, Zaynab carefully dilated it, so he could insert his penis; then he removed the instrument, so the anus sealed around his member.

He thus began throbbing until, with the help of the dildo in her vagina, Jamila came; then he opened his urethral sphincter and peed into her gut.

It was somewhat pleasurable for her too to feel his urine within; Zaynab and Jamila sat on the sofa, taking care not to remove the penis from the rectum, and stood there for several minutes, exchanging kisses and strokes -- until Jamila had to answer the call of nature, and Zaynab, still embedded in her body, had to follow her until she was over an overly slender commode -- which could hold two people relieving themselves.

After they were done, and washed their private parts in a double bidet -- so they faced each other while cleaning themselves.

"Are you satisfied, Jamilati?" asked Zaynab, and she answered, "Zaynabi, it isn't a lullaby that makes me sleep!"

They wore gowns (no visits were expected), carried out several domestic chores, made dinner and then went to bed. When they were going to made love, Zaynab inserted a vibrator into Jamila's anus, and gave her the remote.

The only way for Zaynab to come was to have his prostate massaged -- or for Jamila to turn an anal vibrator on while Zaynab's penis was fully inserted, so the vibrations triggered ejaculation. At first, they were ashamed of resorting to this technique, but then Jamila learnt that it gave her the control over the duration of the intercourse, and she could then be stimulated (and repeatedly come) until she had enough of it, and allow Zaynab to enjoy orgasm at last.

This erotic routine lasted from the first days of their marriage, as they were eighteen, up to now. No pregnancy or childbirth had changed it, and it was Jamila's worry, as she felt that she was nearing menopause. 

3+1 Wives Ch. 02



Once Jamila raised the subject of parenthood with Zayan, telling him, "Darling, I think that it's high time that we stop thinking just to our pleasure, and to become parents. What's your opinion?"

"My doctoral dissertation will be ready in a few weeks, and then I'll be ready to become a full-time father. I hope you won't stop making love as often as you do now, or I'll be forced to get another wife."

Jamila laughed, as she knew that Zayan couldn't get a better mate than her, but she replied, "You could marry somebody when I'm six month pregnant, and divorce her after puerperium – so you'll weather the period in which my sexual activity will be forcedly be curtailed."

Zayan laughed too, as he couldn't figure his wife unwilling to have sex – she once made love with him in hospital the day after appendectomy. The surgeon got quite angry when she learnt of it, but no after-effect ensued.

The conversation ended there, with Zayan and Jamila making love twice – once for their own pleasure, once for commemorating the fuck in hospital – and anticipating how could they make love after childbirth, with her breasts grown from L to M or N cup, squirting milk all over the room and not just nursing the newborn.

The next morning, while Zayan was at university, and Jamila had just eaten her mid-morning tiramisu (but hadn't had her orgasm yet), her favorite niece Khalida came to visit her.

She was a tall woman in her early twenties, blond, and with a really big bust – 34G. Jamila greeted her warmly, although she couldn't conceal her arousal well, and even Khalida caught it and her nipples got somewhat erected – even though she had a very sad story to tell her aunt.

"Jamila, have you ever wondered why my bosom has grown so much lately?"

"Yes, and I thought you went on the pill. Was I right?".

"Yes. I know what you may think of me ..."

"Absolutely nothing. A woman can go on the pill for a host of medical reasons, and even if she did that in order to have sex without risk, who am I to judge her?"

"You should have warned me against it. Now I'm undone, the disgrace of my family."

"Your lover has taken your maidenhead, and now he refuses to marry you, doesn't he?"

"Not quite that. He's too poor for our family's standards, and his family won't accept as his wife a woman who has lost her virginity before marriage – even though I lost it to him."

"Has your relationship ended, then?"

"He's moving abroad. He has a cousin in the USA, and she's found a job for him."

"Eloping isn't an option, I suppose."

"No. Better to be a queen in Egypt than a duchess in the USA."

"I understand. Are you pregnant?"

"I'm going to have my menses – one of my PMS symptoms is being somewhat randy, so don't be astonished at my nipples, Jamila."

"I'm in the same predicament, Khalida," Jamila said, "So we should focus on a solution."

"There is none. When I'll get married, I won't be able to ask for the dower of a virgin."

"That's true and there is no remedy for that – unless you fly abroad and have your hymen reconstructed, in order to dupe your groom. I won't approve of that."

"I can live with this economic loss, Jamila. What worries me is the shame and the disgrace it will bring on my family. They don't deserve it."

Jamila thought about it, even had an erotic fantasy about it which engorged (and inflated) her breasts and nipples, than she told her, "Perhaps there is a remedy, although somewhat painful."

"What remedy?"

"If a woman is still a maiden, but no more virgin, it's a shame; but if she isn't virgin anymore because she has been divorced, no shame, although her social status will decidedly be low."

"You're suggesting me to marry somebody in order to get soon divorced, so that my husband will be credited with taking my maidenhead?"

"Yes. That could be a solution. We should obviously find a man who can be trusted that he'll never ask you for sex."

"It's an exceedingly weird idea. It won't work."

"Lots of women who want to become citizens of a rich country contract marriages of convenience which end up in divorce once they've sworn loyalty to their new country. But in these cases, the groom is usually sexually impotent; in our case, we have to find a sexually potent but trustworthy male."

"Are you trying to sell me uncle Zayan, Jamila?"

"Bull's eye!"

"Jamila, I thank you for your generosity, but I can't accept. What if your husband proves less trustworthy than ... my ex?"

"He'll first eat his genitalia, and then he'll divorce us both."

"Ahahahah!"

"It's a good candidate because yesterday we raised the subject of why, in nearly 30 years of marital life, we've never had a child. We could tell everybody that we decided to do what Sarah did to Abraham – to allow him to marry another wife and to sire with her. After a year, when we'll notice that you're not getting pregnant, we'll dismiss you."

"But people will think that I'm sterile!"

"Or that my husband couldn't give you a sporting chance of getting pregnant, and that as soon as he realized that, he thought that divorce was the best solution, so that you could find a new and good husband."

"That's a good idea. Who will be the matchmaker?"

"I'll ask your hand in marriage on my husband's behalf – thus proving that we agree."

"Have you asked him?"

"I haven't, but I can't figure how could he refuse. Even if he won't make love with you, he'll be thrilled to have a pretty girl like you at home. Perhaps he will direct at me the arousal you'll cause to him, and we'll make love together more often than ever!"

"How often do you make love every day?"

"Twice a day. Had he time to come home for lunch, we'd make it thrice."

"You're a blessed couple."

"Our neighbors don't think that. I don't just moan, I squeal loudly when making love, and they've become insomniac."

"You squeal? Why do you squeal?" asked Khalida.

Jamila laughed loudly, and told her niece, "If you don't really know, it means that your lover was no great shakes."

"His dick was thin ..."

"No, it's not just a size problem. To squeal, you have to enjoy orgasm, and to do that, you have to really trust your lover. Perhaps you felt the uncertainty of your relationship, and you was barred from pleasure."

"You shouldn't have told me that you squeal twice a day. Perhaps I could ask uncle Zayan to make me squeal from time to time."

"In a way you're right – once you'll have married him, you'll have to do that, or our neighbors will become suspicious. You'll have to often feign a genuine squeal of pleasure."

"How could I feign if I don't know the real thing?"

Jamila's and Khalida's arousals had been reinforcing each other for all the conversation, so Jamila could tell Khalida, "Let's eat a wonderful Italian cake, and then I'll make you enjoy the real thing, if you'll let me kiss you."

Khalida assented, Jamila brought two gigantic pieces of tiramisu – one for herself, the other for Khalida, and she even fed her as if she were a child: she cut the tiramisu into slices as slender as sausages, and they ate it from the opposite ends, so their lips eventually kissed.

As they were done with the tiramisu, Jamila hugged Khalida, squeezing her turgid breasts against her niece's, and kissing her. Kiss after kiss, the tiramisu worked its magic, and the women went into Khalida's bedroom.

Jamila opened her shirt, revealing her gigantic white lace bra; Khalida got excited looking at her aunt's gorgeous bosom, and as Jamila unbuttoned her niece's shirt, she felt her nipples hardening under her hands.

It was Khalida who removed her own bra first, and then laid on the bed; Jamila bent over her, so her maxi mounds could skim her belly and bosom, until she kissed Khalida, and she removed her aunt's bra in the meanwhile.

Seeing her aunt's huge boobs free-falling was so much that she moaned with pleasure; Jamila told her, "A good start, but it isn't enough. The house will offer you the full service," and she carefully raised Khalida's shirt, while rubbing her own breasts and nipples against her nieces' thighs.

She didn't remove Khalida's panties at first, but licked them in order to delicately stimulate her clit; as soon as Khalida grabbed her head to direct her tongue, Jamila removed her niece's panties, and licked her clitoris.

As soon as Khalida's vulva became wet, Jamila delicately inserted a finger into it, probing for the G-spot; when she found and stimulated it, Khalida couldn't help squirting and squealing of pleasure.

Jamila wasn't done yet; she kept tickling her niece's vulva while she climbed over Khalida's body and began sucking her nipples, the right before the left. The stimulation led the young woman to another orgasm, and to a louder squeal.

"Auntie," pleaded Khalida, "Stop! I've learned everything by heart!"

Jamila stopped, laid beside Jamila, and hugged her; Jamila did the same, and apparently liked pressing her own bosom against her aunt's; she kissed her and told her, "Had I known that women's love can be so pleasurable, I wouldn't have made love with Edmund."

"Darling," Jamila answered, "You can't get pregnant with another woman; and I'm sure that this experience is as unusual for you as it was for me. I've never made love with a woman before; I did that with you because ... usually I have an orgasm at the time you came home, and the pretext of teaching you how to squeal in bed sufficed."

Jamila thought about it for a minute, kissed her aunt, nibbled her ears, and then told her, "You're late with your orgasm, aren't you?" 

"Darling," Jamila replied, "You're really kind ... but, what time is it now?"

Khalida looked at the alarm clock and answered, "11:30. What's the matter?"

"In the flat below ours there lives a mufti. I usually have my morning orgasm when he's away, but he always comes home at about this time. If you give me an orgasm, he'll hear me, recognize my ... voice, and wonder who's making love with me, since hubby is away."

"But keeping aroused may hurt you – I've read it in Masters' & Johnson's books," Khalida said, and then added, "There is nobody in or near my house now! You're my aunt, nobody would suspect us of anything if you bring me home!"

"That's a good idea, Khalida."

So the women dressed again – Khalida insisted in helping Jamila wear her fantastic bra, and then they took Jamila's car. But, as Jamila was really too much excited to drive, Khalida sat at the wheel and safely drove home.

Once they were home, Jamila completely undressed, and let Khalida do to her what she was done in her flat; Khalida was calmer, and began with kissing her aunt in the mouth first, then nibbling her ears, kissing her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, climbing from the sides to the nipples, but avoiding them.

Then she kissed her aunt's navel, and even licked it thoroughly; then she probed it with her own nipples – while the other nipple was playing with Jamila's breast.

So she sat beside her aunt, leaned over her lap, latched to her nipple, and began sucking it, while Jamila was undressing her and massaging her vulva. Jamila got orgasmic soon, while Khalida apparently liked sucking her aunt's immense tits more than she may have liked her mom's.

After doing that to both nipples, Khalida bent in front of her aunt's vulva, and licked it for so much time, skillfully probing her G-spot in the meantime, that Jamila kept squealing for several minutes.

In the meantime, Zayan, Jamila's husband, was driving towards Khalida's house. Jamila's sister (and Khalida's mother) had told him that she had managed to get an old edition of Rambam's "Dalalat ul-Hairin" [better known as Maimonides' "Guide for The Perplexed"], and that he could take it from her home, since she was abroad.

But as he parked the car in the house's courtyard, he heard – and recognized! – Jamila's squeals. "Who's fucking my wife?" he wondered, and he broke into the house, and into the bedroom.

He was flabbergasted as he saw Khalida making love with Jamila; when Jamila recognized Zayan, she told him, "Darling, hug me, since I'm madly in love with you!"

"What are you doing?" he asked both women, and while Khalida flew in tears, Jamila told Zayan, "Nothing you should be worried about. If you now make love with me – I really want that - I'll explain you everything."

"Perhaps you should comfort Khalida instead – she's wailing louder than you were squealing."

"You're right, Zayan," Jamila said, so she went out of the bed, she didn't even care to get dressed, and reached Khalida, who was half-naked and weeping.

"Khalida, don't worry," Jamila told her niece while hugging her, "Zayan will forgive both of us and keep everything to himself."

Khalida kept crying, but she didn't resist when her aunt helped her to get completely dressed, pressed her own (still naked) left breast against her right side, and led her to the bedroom, where Zayan was waiting.

Jamila told Zayan, "I was just testing Khalida's ability to please you."

"Please me? She's a beautiful girl, but you're enough for me, Jamila."

"Ok, I was joking. Let me tell the truth, then," Jamila said, and then explained Zayan what had happened.

Zayan told her (still naked) wife, "Ok, I understand. Your idea is good, and I'll help your niece. The problem is the dowry: if she still pretends to be a virgin, I have to offer her family quite a large amount of money. Is there a way to tell her parents that I'm not seeking a regular wife, but trying to save their honor?"

"Mom may have got it," Khalida said, "and she'll probably find a way to disclose it to dad. So you needn't worry about the dowry."

"Are we sure you aren't pregnant?" Zayan asked, and Khalida answered by removing her panties and showing Zayan and Jamila a blood stain on them. Jamila remarked, "Your period has come. Ok, take a sanitary towel – we're now sure that you aren't pregnant."

A few days later, Jamila officially asked Khalida's hand in marriage, on Zayan's behalf. Khalida's predicament wasn't a secret anymore to her parents, so they officially requested the dowry of a virgin – but off the record, they only received the dowry of a divorcee, and waived the rest.

The marriage party was splendid, and Jamila even managed to spend a few minutes alone with Khalida, during which she kissed her in the mouth, in the breasts, and even in the vulva to welcome her into the family – and for several months she took care to make her squeal twice a day, while Zayan was watching at them.

He couldn't be outside, or their neighbors would have seen through it, and he couldn't even make love with Jamila immediately thereafter, because no human male could make squeal two women in a row!



3+1 Wives Ch. 03



Zayan's parents had a farm in the Nile Delta, where they grew tomatoes. Every summer, Zayan's sisters and nieces met there and made tomato purée; as the farm produced a lot of tomatoes, it took more than a week to press and cook them.

After Zayan's marriage with Khalida, who became his second wife, Jamila, his first wife, invited her to join the making of the purée, so she would both be of help, and know hers better.

There were only women in the farm, and they were working in a secluded courtyard, so even the most religious among them felt free to remove the veil, and, as Egyptian summer is really hot, they even dared shower together, in a corner of the courtyard with several nozzles.

All women there had a really big bust, but the record was held by Jamila, with her 40L size; Khalida's bust was deemed the winner in the under 30 category, but one of Zayan's sisters told them that her daughter Rashida could be a serious challenge to Khalida's award.

Rashida was taking an exam on Shakespeare at the American University in Cairo, so she could only join the team the next day. When she passed the exam, and went to the farm, everybody saw that her mother wasn't flattering her.

Arabs love telling stories and reciting poetry, so at night, while the eldest in the team told old legends and poetry, Khalida read them some of the best contemporary Arabic poets, and Rashida translated Shakespeare and Dante into Arabic, drawing great applause.

While showering, Khalida and Rashida had already had the opportunity of looking at each other's bodies, and they even accidentally exchanged their bras -- as Khalida's size (34G) was a sister of Rashida's (36F) -- and after the recital the girls talked until dawn about poetry and theatre on both shores of the Mediterranean.

Jamila wasn't just Khalida's co-wife; she was also her Lesbian lover, but in the farm no sexual activity could take place -- except perhaps some masturbation stints, taking care not to howl one's orgasm, of course.

So Khalida developed, day after day, while helping hers to cut, press and cook tomatoes into purée, both sexual attraction and a deep affection to Rashida, affection reciprocated by the latter.

The fourth day in the farm, the work was nearly done, but Jamila told hers that even her relatives had a lot of tomatoes to press and cook, and asked them if they were willing to do that -- keeping half the tomatoes for themselves as a payment, of course.

The women accepted (Khalida and Rashida were the happiest, so they could keep enjoying each other's company), but they had to buy crates of bottles and canisters of gas to do that.

Rashida and Khalida volunteered to carry them to the farm, so they took their cars to the shop, where the goods were ready and paid. On the return trip, Khalida phoned Rashida:

"Darling, there is something wrong with my car. Could you come here and help me decode the dashboard message, which is in English?"

"Ok. Park to the right side."

Khalida didn't actually park on the right side of the highway -- she took the first dirt road on the right, and stopped after driving half a mile into it.

Rashida followed suit, and told Khalida, "If you really feared engine failure, you shouldn't have strayed from the highway ...", but as soon as she was sure nobody could see them, Khalida hugged and kissed Rashida.

Rashida opened her mouth, received Khalida's tongue and then put her own into her cousin's mouth -- she too was waiting for this moment.

They entered Khalida's car, collapsed the seats, and then began to undress. Khalida noticed that Rashida was wearing one of her bras -- "I wanted to smell your body odor, Khalida," she apologized, and added, "And you're also wearing one of mine," as she peeped into Khalida's shirt.

Khalida removed Rashida's bra as the latter laid on her back, began massaging her areolas and nipples while she was kissing her; Rashida hugged Khalida and removed her bra in turn, so Khalida's big breasts fell over hers, and they could grind their breasts against each other.

In the meantime Khalida managed to squeeze her pubic mound against one of Rashida's thighs, and to press one of her own against Rashida's vulva. Rashida brought one of Khalida's breasts to her mouth, and began sucking it, until Khalida became orgasmic.

It was Khalida's turn to suck her lover's tits, and thus both women enjoyed orgasm. They wanted to perform a 69, but the car was too narrow and low to allow that without getting out (and risking being noticed), so they made do with stroking each other's private parts with a hand, and hugging and pressing their breasts against each other with the other arm.

As they were done, Rashida noticed, "You were so skilled! It wasn't the first time you made love with a woman, was it?"

"Actually, no. I've had a good mistress, I still have a relationship with."

"Who's she?"

"Jamila, my aunt and my husband's first wife."

Rashida was astounded, and Jamila explained her how did they become lovers, and how did she marry Zayan in the first place.

After she was done, Rashida asked her, "Are you going to make love with her again?"

"Hmm ... I should talk to her. She's very skilled, but I prefer you."

"What will you tell her?"

"That I think that I've found the love of my life, and I'd like to do whatever to live forever with her."

Rashida hugged, kissed her, and told her, "I've never enjoyed a boy the way I've enjoyed you today. You're probably the best person I could ever make love with!"

"Have you ever had sex with a man?"

"Just petting. But he was nowhere near as good as you. Men are so careless ..."

"Uncle Zayan is very considerate of Jamila. His love for her is manifest. For him I'm just the lovely niece who had to be rescued from shame."

"And what does Jamila feel for you?"

"He loves me, but not the way she loves Zayan. She behaves like a cook who wants to be sure that her guest is always sated, and goes to great lengths for that. I'm grateful to her, but life isn't just made up of sex."

"Do you think your uncle and husband will allow us to meet?", asked Rashida while both girls were getting dressed, and Khalida replied, "I'd better to talk with Jamila first. It's her who wears the pants in my house :-)"

When they reached home at last, all women were worried about their being late, and Jamila asked them, "What has happened? You should have been here one hour ago!"

"We took the wrong turn and ended up into a region unmapped in our GPS," Rashida answered, "But the bottles and the canisters are OK."

The women unloaded them, and as a penance for their careless driving, forced Rashida and Khalida to wash the hundreds of bottles they had brought, in the courtyard, with a garden hose. It was a hot and windy day, and after a quarter of hour the girls were soaked with sweat, dust, water and soap.

They had to undress, put their clothes into the washing machine, shower, and then sprinkle not just the bottles, but their own bodies with water to fend off sunstroke. Some of the elder women frowned upon them, but Khalida replied, "If we dress now, we'll have to wash our clothes again. Better to do this job in our birthday suit!"

But they didn't just do their job: they merrily (and somewhat lustfully) played with water, and Jamila had to tell them off, as the water was filling the courtyard with mud, and the mud was soiling the bottles they were supposed to wash.

When Rashida and Khalida were done, the other women turned on the mills, and began puréeing the tomatoes; Jamila told the girls that they could take a nap, as they had worked in bright sunshine, and they went to the same bedroom -- without even taking care to cover their private parts.

They soon got under the bedclothes, unaware that Jamila hadn't gone to the cellar underground just to take some basil to be added to the puree, but also to overhear them. When she heard a young girl's moan of pleasure first, and then Khalida's squeal, well known to her, she didn't need any more evidence.

She was pondering whether it was best to wait, or to confront the girls now, when she received an SMS from Zayan, her husband: he had rented a motorhome, so he could "visit" her tonight without troubling her relatives -- the house was considered like a harem or a cloister during these horticultural works.

Jamila was cheered by the news, and decided that it was best to ask Khalida what was she going to do. So she went upstairs, walked towards the girls' bedroom, and as she heard them chat, she knocked at the door.

She then entered, sat on a chair and told her co-wife, "Khalida, I could hear you squeal while I was in the cellar. I think that today your GPS has worked wonderfully. Had you driven vans instead of cars, it would probably have recorded where did you stop to make love!"

The girls went pale, but Jamila told them, "I won't reproach you because of your lesbianism, but tonight Uncle Zayan comes here, with a motorhome ..."

Rashida guffawed, and Jamila replied, "He loves me, how could he be supposed to do otherwise?"

"What am I supposed to do?" Khalida asked, and Jamila replied, "That you enter the motorhome, my dear. You're one of his wives, you have to greet him, at least."

Jamila continued, "I don't think that you have done that just for lust; I think that you are really in love with each other. So you should probably take a decision."

"Decision? Which decision?"

"If you want to keep meeting, you need a cover, a pretext for that. I can give you that; for example, our flat is nearer to the American University campus than the students' dorm. If Rashida wants to work as our maid, we can give her an allowance and host her."

Rashida, "I accept!"

Khalida told Rashida, "It's a pity that Egyptian law doesn't allow women to get married -- the way you told me it is possible in some foreign countries!"

Jamila watched Khalida and Rashida, then asked the latter, "Have you ever had sex with a man?"

"Just petting."

"Khalida, is it true?"

"I think so ..."

"Rashida, can I have a look at your vagina?"

The astonished Rashida assented, Jamila noticed that her cribriform hymen was still intact, and then said, "You miss your being unable to marry. What if you had the same husband, and therefore you could live together and make love whenever you like without raising any suspicion -- because the husband would be credited with every howl of yours?"

"Do you want me to marry Uncle Zayan?" Rashida asked, and Jamila answered, "My idea is to hire you as a maid in our flat, so you may meet Khalida, know her better, and ponder my proposal. If everything goes well, you'll end up married with Zayan officially, but with Khalida off the record; if not, you'll be able to better study at the American University in Cairo."

Rashida and Khalida were ecstatic at her proposal, and Khalida told Jamila, "I'd kiss you out of gratitude!"

"It will be your last kiss as a lover. You've given me so much pleasure, Khalida, but I prefer making love with Zayan -- I love him, and I'm definitely heterosexual. That's why I was willing to help you both." 

Khalida kissed Jamila, and even Rashida did that; then they hugged Jamila -- Khalida from the left, Rashida on the right, both pressing their busts against Jamila's juggs, and rubbing their vulvae against Jamila's thighs; Jamila was somewhat aroused, but she had to say, "I'd like to stop being lesbian from tomorrow, but if I don't rejoin our relatives now, they'll dispatch a Search and Rescue team! Sorry, I can't please you now."

So Khalida and Rashida dismounted from Jamila's thighs, and the latter, while rising on her feet, asked them, "I think you'd better dress and help us -- there are crates of tomatoes to cut and press. It isn't a job to perform in one's birthday suit, as the knives could hurt your swinging breasts "

The girls did that, and Jamila escorted them to the courtyard -- but while still in the corridor, unbeknownst from the other women, she pressed her 40L boobs against the girls' backs, her arms circled their sides and her hands touched her bellies; when Rashida and Khalida turned their faces towards her, she said, "I won't let you down."

The job was carried out swiftly and flawlessly, and when Zaynab came, everybody had had even the time to shower. Jamila's relatives sneered when they saw Zayan's motorhome, but he told them what Jamila had already told Rashida: since he loved his wives, he couldn't do otherwise.

Jamila asked Rashida's mother if the daughter could join them -- as the driver, so she and Khalida could spend more time with their husband; Rashida's mother smelled a rat, but assented. So Rashida sat at the wheel, and Zayan, Jamila and Khalida sat on the double bed in the rear of the motorhome -- and Jamila told Zayan about Khalida and Rashida.

When the camper reached the place preset on the GPS, Jamila asked Rashida to join the family for dinner, which was abundant, tasty and sweet. After eating tiramisu, Jamila showed Rashida and Khalida the overcab double bed, and told them, "Sorry, but my breasts and belly would get stuck in the overcab, while you'd love it very much."

As Rashida and Khalida climbed the ladder and took their bed, Jamila and Zayan undressed. Zayan had very little to remove -- shoes, jacket, shirt, pants, socks and panties, while Jamila wanted to impress him with a more elaborate strip-tease.

Zayan suggested, "Perhaps we should turn off the light," but Jamila told him, "If your wife and her lover see us, it won't hurt anybody." The girls overcabin took that for an invitation, and watched Jamila removing her dress, and remaining in her lacy briefs and bra -- which were revealing enough to cause Zayan's penis to get erect.

Zayan rose to his feet, walked towards Jamila, without concealing his private parts, hugged and kissed her, then removed her briefs, and turned Jamila 180° in order to put his penis between her buttocks, while his arms hugged her belly and fondled her genitalia.

Jamila kissed Zayan while he was doing that, while her breasts and nipples visibly grew as she got excited; when she was really wet, she turned towards her husband, pushed him on the bed, and slowly sat on his penis, letting it penetrate her.

Only then Zayan was allowed to unbutton her huge bra, and undress her breasts; as there was a silver platter resting against the rear window pane, the girls overcabin could easily watch Jamila's beasts dangling, as she went up and down around Zayan's penis, while his hands stroked her boobs and buttocks, but taking care not to obstruct the nipples' view.

Zayan couldn't come by vaginal stimulation alone -- he needed a vibration applied at the root of his penis, usually applied through a vibrating egg inserted into Jamila's anus. But Jamila was somewhat ashamed of using the vibrator while she was watched by her present and future co-wife, so she let Zayan's stint virtually last forever.

Zayan loved pleasing his wife before himself, so he kept fondling her, and telling her that he could love nobody but her, while Jamila squealed more than once as she reached orgasm, and she at last flopped on Zayan's body.

He was willing to continue, but she whispered him, "Please, give your other wives the time to discharge -- if they've watched us attentively, they now need that."

Zayan heeded Jamila's advice, and simply hugged and kissed her -- without removing his still erect penis from her body, as she loved feeling its texture, size and warmth within.

Khalida and Rashida heard Jamila, and began making love. Khalida undressed Jamila, removing her shirt, her bra, her skirt, her panties, and let Jamila do the same to her.

Then the girls kissed, hugged and fondled each other's breasts; Khalida even dared suck Rashida's right nipple, and then the left; Rashida did the same to Khalida, and while she was doing that, her hands went down to her cousin's vulva, and delicately stroked her labia, clit, vaginal ostium.

When she was done, Khalida did the same, but steered clear of the vaginal ostium, for fear of harming her maidenhead -- she knew how much it was worth by direct experience -- but managed to please her anyway.

While doing that, the girls hit the overcabin top twice -- Rashida with her elbow, Khalida with her head, and Zayan whispered to Jamila, "The overcabin was made for a heterosexual couple, in which only one has the boobs."

Jamila giggled and told Zayan, "When they're done, we should invite them downstairs. I think that we can assemble a third double bed in place of the dining table, can't we?"

"Yes, we can. I should have thought about it before!"

When the girls were done, they nestled each other, and would have slept, hadn't Zayand and Jamila detached, and making some noise, they assembled the third bed (while still in the nude); when they were done, Jamila climbed the ladder, peeped in and told the girls, "Sorry, it has just now occurred to us that a third double bed could be assembled in the dinette. You can go downstairs, if you like."

The girls were on the point of dressing, but Jamila told them, "No need to do that -- and I have a promise to keep," she added winkingly.

When the girls came down, they saw Zayan hugging Jamila from the rear, and presumably rubbing his penis against her buttocks; they came near the couple, somewhat aroused by the scene (as their turgid nipples proved), and then Jamila opened her legs, stooped down, grabbed the girls' hands and made them touch her free-falling tits.

Their excitation grew, and in the meantime Zayan grabbed Jamila's hips and carefully penetrated her. As his penis was fully inserted, he and Jamila went back, pulling the girls with them, until they hit the bed; then Zayan fell backwards on it, so that Jamila could sit on his pelvis, with his penis within her body.

Jamila invited the girls to sit on her thighs -- Khalida at her left, Rashida at her right, hugged them so strongly that she nearly broke their ribs with her own breasts, and as the girls hugged her and the other girl with no less affection, she began kissing and masturbating them.

She kneaded her own thighs with their pelvises, so that their mounds were ground by her body, and with each inspiration and expiration she made her nipples go up and down their breastbones, while the girls pressed their own nipples against Jamila's and the other girl's body.

When the girls' hands massaged Jamila's nipples first, and then went down to her genitalia, and titillated her labia and clitoris, notwithstanding a little repugnance for Zayan's erect penis still within Jamila's vagina, Jamila too stopped hugging the girls, and added manual stimulation to their own grinding their mounds over her thighs.

They came once, and then Jamila wanted them to stimulate her in a way Zayan couldn't do alone: she reclined somewhat over Zayan's body (who supported her shoulders), raised her slender boobs, and bade the girls to suckle them, while Zayan's still erect penis was touching her G-spot.

The girls loved the idea, and kept suckling for half an hour, making Jamila come several times. When they all were done, Jamila told the girls, "I have to thank you and my husband. It's especially pleasant to have one's breasts sucked while my husband's penis touches my G-spot, and your hands touch my clitoris. But I would like to teach Rashida an erotic technique I and Khalida have developed."

Khalida knew what it was, although she didn't know its name -- "scissoring". Usually, it was the heavier and somewhat clumsier Jamila who was under, but this time she wanted to be the active party, and it was her above Khalida -- and she couldn't help swinging her own breasts, in front of the ever more excited Rashida and Zayan while titillating Khalida.

When Jamila was done with Khalida, she did the same to Rashida, and then sat on Zayan's lap, while the girls hugged, and went to the other bed to repeat this maneuver alone. Jamila close a curtain, opened a drawer, took out an anal vibrator and told Zayan, "It's high time that you too come, isn't it?"




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So she kneeled in front of him, let him put the vibrator into the anus, then turned on her back (she didn't actually like doggy-style fucking -- she only did that before because it was the only way to be stimulated by her husband and her co-wives [or soon to be] at the same time), and let him insert his penis.

She could have turned the vibrator on right away, with the remote, but she liked lengthy intercourses, so she let her husband throb until he was nearly pleading mercy before setting off the bomb.



3+1 Wives Ch. 04



The next morning, Zayan returned his wives Jamila and Khalida, and his cousin Rashida to the farm. Rashida's mother was so suspicious about that nightly trip in a motorhome, that she had had her daughter's virginity checked - not just her hymen, but even her anal orifice.

Luckily, the doctor found nothing wrong, and a few days later Jamila went to Rashida's family to ask her hand in marriage, on Zayan's behalf.

The family didn't object, but asked for the dower of a virgin, and an intelligent and studious one, which Zayan was willing to pay in gold. When Jamila came home and relayed the assent, Khalida was both thrilled and gloomy.

Thrilled, because it was she who was in love with Rashida, and Zayan and Jamila agreed to add her to the family, so Jamila and Rashida could lead a near marital life under the cover of being Zayan's wives.

But the price was that, if Jamila proved to be unable to have children because of her nearly menopausal age, they had to give Zayan a child - artificial insemination was ruled out, because it was expensive, and no secret could really be kept in Egypt.

Jamila was willing to discontinue sex with Khalida, but she had second thoughts, since the only way to lead Khalida from near repugnance for Zayan's private parts to acceptation and arousal was for Jamila to have sex with Khalida while Zayan was penetrating her [Jamila] - a kind of operating conditioning.

Rashida knew that, and although she loved Khalida, her open nature made her accept the condition more heartily, and convinced Khalida too to think to these torrid sessions with Jamila and Zayan as pleasant distractions from "their" marital routine.

Zayan's doctoral thesis was in human rights law, "The Law of Forcible Bodily Inspections;" the day after it was discussed, Jamila went off the pill, and the marriage ceremony between Zayan and Rashida was arranged.

When Rashida e-mailed her friends telling them of the marriage, one of them, a German of Turkish descent named Sharifa, drew the paper pattern of a wedding dress, and sent it to Rashida, who loved it, and showed it to Jamila, who was a tailoress renowned in Cairo.

Jamila was impressed, as the paper pattern showed that Sharifa had real couture talent; she only had to fix a minor oversight, and Rashida's wedding dress was OK!

Jamila made it in a few days, and when it was ready, she proposed Rashida to invite Sharifa, so she could receive due praise for her dress. Twelve hundred people were invited, and if they loved Rashida's dress, they could make Sharifa's fortune.

Sharifa accepted the invitation, and Rashida's parents gladly hosted her. Jamila visited Rashida's family a lot in the days leading to the marriage, and could befriend Sharifa. The latter showed her several paper patterns and photos of dresses she had made, and Jamila inferred that Sharifa just needed a one-year training to become as good as her.

She therefore encouraged her to become proficient in couture, and even told her that she could hire her as an apprentice and then turn her into her associate, if she wanted to settle in Cairo.

Sharifa was amazed, but told Jamila that she had to end the Fachhochschule -- next year - before deciding. Jamila understood her viewpoint, but was somewhat disappointed. Actually, she realized that it was more than that.

Sharifa was shorter than Jamila, and very lean, but her bust was magnificent -- 32I-J (depending on the phase of her menstrual cycle); not only did she master German and Turkish, she was also fluent in English and Arabic, and the unusual combination of blue eyes and black hair made her very charming.

Jamila was by now a trained bisexual, after so many nights making love with her husband Zayan and her co-wives Khalida and Rashida, so she wasn't surprised by her being physically attracted to Sharifa; but she soon found that her admiration and friendship for Sharifa had grown into love, and that she didn't propose her to become her associate just because of her prowess, but because she felt the urge of having her close to her bosom by day -- and possibly by night.

Jamila wondered what her feelings toward Zayan were -- and she discovered that they were unrelated with hers towards Sharifa: she admired both, desired both, was fond of both, was pleased by and could please both, could spend her whole life with either. She could say that she was very lucky -- women who can claim they're pretty satisfied with their marriage are somewhat rare, but she somewhat envied Khalida and Rashida: they found two compassionate relatives who helped them fulfil their love dream -- but who could help her realize hers?

She at last decided to talk to Zayan, who was very sympathetic with her, but also told her that, since Sharifa was outside his or her clan, taking her as a spouse would be a daunting task -- and how could she woo Sharifa after she had come back to Germany? They could exchange e-mail addresses, chat on Facebook, but it would be like trying to grow a whole paddy of rice on a snifter of water.

So he told her that he was willing to marry Sharifa, provided that Jamila had convinced her to assent. Luckily, Sharifa had grown similar feelings towards Jamila, even though she was repressing its sexual component, so the next day she told her that the last year in the Fachhochschule was mainly devoted to apprenticeship, so, if Jamila gave her some specimens of her couture work, Sharifa could have her credited as a qualified vocational trainer by the Fachhochschule, and therefore Sharifa could complete her training in Cairo.

Jamila got ecstatic at the proposal, and spent the next three days collecting all evidence of her dressmaking (even asking some clients of her to give her a photo of their dresses), and trusting it to Sharifa -- who was in the meantime helping her friend Rashida with the wedding preparations.

The marriage ceremony was simple, but the reception lavish, and people enjoyed it very much. Males and females were in different adjoining hotels, and Sharifa was showered with applause when Jamila told the invitees that it was her who designed Rashida's wedding dress.

But as they ate, Jamila accidentally spattered her shirt with some tomato juice, so she had to go to the bathroom; Sharifa volunteered to help her, so they secluded in the bathroom, and the younger had the honor of removing the older's shirt. But they soon noticed that it wouldn't have been enough: the juice had easily percolated the shirt and had also blotted the petticoat and the white lacy bra -- so Sharifa had to remove all these garments and wash them.

Some tomato juice had stained Jamila's right breast's skin, and Sharifa couldn't help licking it away -- thus sealing her own fate.

Jamila put her own arms under Sharifa's armpits, raised her head towards her own, touched Sharifa's lips with her own -- and Sharifa's mouth opened, letting Jamila's and her own tongues meet. Sharifa was aroused by the pressure of Jamila's bigger breasts, Jamila by the touch of Sharifa's perkier breasts.

As they hugged and kissed, their pelvises neared, and made their pubic mounds touch; they rubbed against each other for half a minute, then they landed on each other's thighs, where they could get better stimulation.

Sharifa couldn't help slipping a hand under Jamila's skirt and panties, and skimming her buttocks -- she was pleasantly surprised to discover that, in spite of Jamila's age and weight, no sign of cellulite could be detected -- her buttocks, her thighs and her ... mound were perfectly shaped.

Jamila felt free to do the same, but her hand directly went to Sharifa's clitoris -- had they had more time, she would have performed some foreplay, but they risked being caught in the act, so they had to hurry up.

Shamira loved the stimulation, but wanted to finish what she had begun when she licked the stain away -- she latched on to Jamila's nipples and sucked them, one after the other, thus causing Jamila to come before herself -- Jamila had to bite a handkenderchief to prevent squealing.

Jamila knew that Shamira wasn't yet pleased (and reckoned that it wasn't easy for a devout Muslim girl like her to act out her lesbian urges and enjoy them), so she focused on making her orgasmic.

She told her, "Bare your breasts," and she squat in front of Shamira's pubis; she carefully removed her panties, and began licking her labia, and clitoris (and saw that her hymen was still intact), thus rapidly bringing her to orgasm.

After doing that, Jamila saw Sharifa's magnificent breasts, and couldn't help kissing them and suckling them a little -- not too much, so as not to arouse Sharifa again.

They hugged at last and promised to meet again as soon as possible; when Jamila dressed, Sharifa noticed that the shirt, the petticoat and the bra were now clean, but still wet, and therefore very transparent.

"No problem," Jamila remarked, "now we're among women only -- who would leer at me and get excited?"

Sharifa giggled and retorted, "Perhaps you could find a new partner if you (Heaven Forfend!) are widowed by Zayan. You know, impubescent male children are here, among their mothers, and I don't think they'll forget your bosom ere they become old enough to want it!"

Jamila laughed out loud, but replied, "I hope I'll live with Zayan and with the people I love (you're among them) all the days of my life. Let's rejoin the reception now -- I'll keep a handkenderchief over my bosom."

"I think you'll need a double bed sheet, darling," Sharifa said, "Not that I could settle for less if I were in your shoes :-)"



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As soon as she came to Germany, Sharifa submitted the Fachhochschule dean the documentation of Jamila's couture work, and she was even too successful: the dean and the didactic committee loved Jamila's work so much that not only did they credit her as a trainer, but even decided to invite her for a lecture cycle in Germany.

Shafira was asked to tell Jamila in advance, as the official invitation was to be sent via snail-mail, and Shafira sent her an SMS.

When Jamila received the SMS, she was in Zayan's car, and as she grabbed her smartphone, she passed out. Zayan saw a physician's surgery nearby, and carried her into in his arms. There were a few elderly women waiting, who were worried at first, but as soon as they could look at Jamila's face, teetered and greeted Zayan with "Mabruk! Blessed be you!"

The doctor made a swift visit, and asked Zayan, "Dear sir, when did your wife have her last period?"

"About three months ago."

"Hmm ... have your wife's breasts always been so large? And her areolas so wide and dark?"

"They've always been huge, but have somewhat increased lately. I feared that getting off the pill might harm them, but it didn't happen."

The doctor smiled, rang a bell, and told his nurse, "Mona, could you perform the _wonder test_ on Ms. ...?"

"Jamila," Zayan answered, "But you should ask her, since she's regaining consciousness."

Jamila assented, and after a few minutes the doctor could tell her and Zayan, "I'm happy to give you the best tidings a doctor can tell: Ms. Jamila is pregnant, and you, Mr. Zayan, are becoming a father!"

The same women who had greeted Zayan before now cheered at the couple – they weren't doctors, but they had had more than ten children each, and could easily recognize a pregnant woman.

Jamila could eventually read Shafira's message, which added to her and Zayan's happiness. But how could she be supposed to travel to Germany and give lectures while pregnant?

"Darling," Zayan said, "Your mother harvested cotton until she was in labor of you and your siblings; my mother kept washing and ironing heaps and heaps of clothes until I nearly put my hand out to say hello! I don't think that you'll have to worry about teaching in a German school."

"Will you come with me?"

Zayan thought about it for a while, and then answered, "Are you still in love with Shafira?"

"Yes, but ..."

"So it's better that you meet her alone, if you want to convince her to join our family."

"But I love you too. I'll feel terribly alone abroad."

"Darling, Shafira is a treasure, and you won't get a treasure without making sacrifices. And about sex ... you have already had it with her, haven't you?"

"Yes, I had."

"So I think she won't refuse it to you. You'll spend wonderful nights."

"What about you?"

"When are you going to fly to Germany?"

"I have to negotiate the content of the lectures with the school, collect some images, and have some book excerpts translated. Shafira volunteered to translate them from Arabic into English."

"Why not into German?"

"Darling," Jamila answered, "I can speak some English, but I can't speak German. Shafira has written that her fellow-students are acquainted to being lectured in English, and the school thinks that if the lecture notes are in English, they'll gain wider readership. So I'll speak English."

"Ok. When are you going to go to Germany?"

"I think I need two months to prepare the lectures. But then there will be the spring break, so I'll have to wait for another month. I'll go in three months".

"Hmm ... are you willing to keep erotically training your co-wives?"

"Yes, I am. But, since I'm pregnant now, you needn't impregnate them anymore."

"I'm afraid I have to. Your co-wives too have the right to mothering children, and even though they are now living a lesbian love, they will certainly regret not becoming mothers when they were young and healthy ..."

"... and their families will certainly wonder why did I get pregnant, while they didn't, in spite of their age and health."

"Yes. They could really become nasty. When I married Khalida, I was just going to save her from shame, by marrying her, allegedly deflowering her, and then divorcing her once I allegedly realized that I couldn't either treat her as your equal, or give her a sporting chance to get pregnant. Now we simply can't do that, and we have to behave like man and wives."

"Do you regret your decision?"

"No, I feel happier now than before. There is more love (not just sex) in our home now. But I feel like I have become a father of adult women before I could even impregnate my preferred wife with a baby."

Jamila giggled and said, "That's what I think too. My co-wives have taught me not just lesbian sex, but also being a mother. Ok, I'll keep training them, so they'll please you when Shafira will please me."

Zayan couldn't help stop the car and kiss her wife – and getting rebuked by a traffic policeman. In Cairo they overlook a lot of dangerous traffic offenses, but not that :-)

When they were at home, Jamila showed Khalida and Rashida both the pregnancy test results and Sharifa's SMS, and her co-wives decided to congratulate her the familar way.

First, they showered together in Zayan's booth, as large as a car spray booth, and a first change was noticeable in Khalida and Rashida, as they now watched Zayan's penis with amazement; Jamila too noticed their increased interest, and credited it to her pregnancy, as it proved that it wasn't just a toy, but a tool to change the world and their life.

They even volunteered to cleanse it thoroughly, so they could watch and touch it; Zayan let them do, and Jamila watched with satisfaction – with a bit of luck, their conditioning could end soon.

When they were done, Zayan hugged them as if they were his closest friends (without taking much care to press their huge breasts against his own, and just kissing them on their sealed lips), and then went to Jamila, hugged her, kissed her, and whispered an indecent proposal into her ear.

Jamila pretended to be appalled, but then smiled at Zayan, hugged and kissed him, and then turned her back to him – it was a signal, as Zayan hugged her from behind, and inserted his penis between her buttocks.

Jamila took Khalida's and Rashida's hands, and neared them to her bosom, which they willingly hugged and stroke near her nipples; Jamila opened her legs somewhat, thus pressing Zayan's penis with her contract buttocks, and allowing her co-wives' mounds to press against her thighs.

She then kissed both co-wives in the mouth, and led the team to a special couch, which was a kind of double sofa, with a well-padded wide back between the two seats, and a couple niches dug at one of its ends.

Khalida sat on the left, Rashida on the right, and then laid on her backs, spreading their legs open and putting one of their thighs into each niche; Jamila put each of her knees in front of her co-wives' vulvae, so when she put her pelvis on the double sofa back, bent over it, and let her breasts heavily fall over her co-wives' busts, her knees were ready to be ground against Khalida's and Rashida's pubic mounds, and her anus was in the right position to be sodded by Zayan's penis.

This special sofa was designed to avoid Jamila's co-wives's having to support her considerable weight during this type of intercourse – and even though directly stimulating Jamila's vulva had became difficult, all three wives loved this contraption.

While Jamila stroke her co-wives' breasts, and they sucked them hungrily, as if they were expecting to find them already full of colostrums and milk, Zayan inserted his penis into Jamila's vagina first, throbbed and tickled her clitoris until he made her come, then took his hardened penis off and slowly but carefully inserted it into her anus.

"If only I had a third co-wife who could lick my cunt while Zayan is doing my ass", Jamila thought, and her fantasy of convincing Shafira to be the third – or better, to convince the three co-wives to rotate around her body, helped her get aroused and weather the pain every act of sodomy implies.

Anal stimulation, clitoral stimulation, nipple stimulation, the feeling of being loved by all the three people around her body, made her climax even in this difficult situation, and then Zayan felt free to pee into Jamila's rectum, and then stand still, with his penis still into her, stroking all her body from the knees (still clasped by Khalida's and Jamila's thighs against their vulvae) to the cheeks, without forgetting the labia and the breasts, of course), until Jamila had enough of it, and had to relieve herself, in the special commode which allowed her and her husband to sit together, him behind her.

After they were done, and showered again, they went to the great sex room. Each of the inhabitants of the flat had his/her own bedroom, with a single bed and a small bath; but there were three bedrooms with a double bed each, and a comparably bigger bath, and a "great sex room" with a bed as big as half a volleyball field, thus allowing Zayan and his (up to) four wives to have an orgy together.

Jamila noticed that they needed a different house, in which sex and child-rearing could coexist, and made Zayan lay on his back, on this gigantic bed; as he hadn't come yet, his penis was still erect, and Jamila asked her co-wives to gradually lowering her over it, so it would slowly penetrate her as they let her sit.

Not that she needed help to do that, but she wanted to feel her co-wives' busts pressing against hers as they were doing that – and it was also a way to involve them into her having sex with Zayan, and possibly arousing them into doing that as well.

Near the bed there was a couple of ottomans; as Jamila was successfully nailed by Zayan, her wives put them under their butts, and sat over them, taking care to touch Jamila's kneecaps with their clitorides – so Jamila's pelvis could go up and down during intercourse, and her knees stimulate them.

Khalida and Rashida willingly hugged Jamila while she was making love, and even helped her raise and lower her huge body – while doing that, they had to grasp her thighs very near her vulva, and thus they were always skimming Zayan's erect penis; and while doing that, her busts were pressed against Jamila's breasts – they reckoned that if her bra size increased somewhat, her nipples could touch her own kneecaps when she was sitting, so they could squeeze them between their clits and Jamila's own knees. It could be arousing, once she had begun lactating, provided that they avoided hurting her.

This time, unexpectedly, Zayan came without the help of any vibrator. His wives had already been pleased, so they complimented him and kissed him. Jamila had already taken most of the ejaculate into her vagina, and Khalida and Jamila asked her if they could lick the rest away.

Usually Jamila reserved her husband's semen for herself, but she now knew that she had already had the most precious gift from her husband – bearing him the firstborn – and that she now had to share whatever possible with her co-wives, so she assented and watched her co-wives.

Khalida wasn't a virgin when Zayan married her, but she had never thought to semen as an essence or an elixir, and licking her share of Zayan's sperma was an intoxicating experience; for Rashida, it was the first time she went in touch with human semen - as Zayan had always been managed to ejaculate when his younger co-wives were in another bedroom, having sex among themselves – but she loved it so much that she even wanted to scissor Jamila.

Jamila stopped her, "If you do that now, you'll smear your vulva with the semen which is still within me."

"I'd like to just do that," Rashida answered, but Jamila smiled and remarked, "If you really want my husband's semen into your twat, why don't you ask it from him? Think: a thirsty person doesn't lick the water away from the mouth of another who has just drunk – he goes to the faucet and drinks from it!"

Zayan and Khalida laughed at Jamila's metaphor, but Rashida blushed, and Jamila told her, "Now that I'm pregnant, I'd like you two to get pregnant too, so you'll become mothers as young women, and my child will have brothers to play with. I'm not sure I'll be able to procure them myself, given my age."

Rashida watched Zayan (and his penis) again, blushed, not just on her face, but also on her loins, and Jamila interpreted it as a sign that she just needed some encouragement; so she approached her from the rear, hugged her from behind, pressing her huge boobs and even her vulva against her body (after a few weeks, he wouldn't be able to do that again, she thought), and whispered these words into her ears, "You've watched me making love with Zayan countless times, and you know that it is delightful and not painful; with some luck, your defloration won't hurt you, and I and Khalida will see that your first intercourse will be as pleasant as in Paradise."

Rashida turned her head towards Jamila's, and kissed her once, then twice, while Jamila was stroking her belly, and her hands going down towards the pubis; Khalida knew that it was a signal to her – to join them, and to help arouse Rashida, so she could make love with Zayan with maximum pleasure and minimum pain.

Jamila and Rashida had already moved over Zayan's legs and pelvis, so Khalida had to pass over his head (thus allowing him an excellent view of her private parts), and to knee above his chest (with her legs well spread apart, and her knees on the mattress, obviously).

So she could hug Jamila and Rashida, and kiss the latter, stroke her hair, her cheeks, her shoulders, while Jamila moved her own hands up, raising Rashida's breasts against Khalida's; Khalida reassured Rashida and told her, "Love is wonderful, even if your partner is much less worthy than our husband. Don't be afraid – he will love you as if you were her Huri, and no less than Jamila."

Rashida was convinced, and let her body slowly fall over Zayan's body; but his refractory period hadn't already ended, so she could only play with his penis and scrotum, with Jamila hugging her from behind, and Khalida before her, kissing her from time to time.

Zayan suggested Rashida to sit on his still flaccid penis, so her clitoris would press against his glans, and her labia minora against his shaft – but she had to avoid quashing it with all her weight, so Jamila and Khalida put their hands under Rashida's thighs, and finely tuned the pressure on the private parts of both.

Once they were comfortable, Rashida began kissing and hugging Khalida, while her vulva felt the pleasant stimulations Zayan's penis gave it, and Rashida was also aroused by the turgid breasts and erect nipples pressing against her body of Jamila and Khalida – while Zayan managed to near Khalida's butt to his mouth, so he began licking Khalida's vulva.

Khalida was taken by surprise and unexpectedly aroused; her first instinct was to flee, but Jamila told them, "See how generous is our husband! Whenever he can, wherever he can, he pleases you!"

So Khalida herself moved her pelvis nearer to Zayan's head, so both women [she and Rashida] were soon aroused pretty much, and Jamila noticed that Zayan's penis was now erect enough to deflorate his wife.

So she and Khalida raised Rashida's body, and with tender loving care lowered it on to Zayan's penis, which perforated Rashida's hymen without giving her much pain; her vagina was so wet that the member could easily slide into, but Khalida and Rashida knew that one of the most pleasant moments of the intercourse is the member's entrance, so they managed to make it last as long as possible.

When the glans reached the neck of the uterus, Rashida told her co-wives to let her alone – she was now able to cope with the situation; so Jamila and Khalida gave her their last kiss, left, and sat beside the loving couple, watching them.

Zayan and Rashida created a sort of virtual cocoon, in which each could only see and feel the other's presence; Rashida soon remembered what Jamila always did when she was above Zayan – so she bent forward, thus letting her big breasts fall over Zayan's chest, and becoming able to move just her pelvis up and down to continue the intercourse, until she squealed and Zayan came.

Then she flopped on Zayan's chest, kissed him in the mouth, and told him, "Zayan, this is the best day in my life!"

"Glad to please you," Zayan said, "I love you too. Perhaps you deserved a husband who loved just you, instead of three wives."

"You've given me more than any other man on Earth could give a single woman. And I also love Khalida, so neither of you should be jealous."

Jamila pretended jealousy, "I have made love with you countless times, and you don't yet love me, do you?"

"Jamila, your case is different. I love Zayan as a husband and as a father, I love Khalida as a friend and as a wife, and you as a wife and as a mother. I love you a lot, and can prove that now, but it isn't the same love I feel for Zayan and for Khalida."

"I love you too, and I'd like to prove that, Rashida," Jamila replied, "If you are willing to help me Khalida make love with Zayan, at last."

"Why should I?", Khalida answered, and added, "Ok, I can't deny that I'm sexually aroused, but why should I make love with Zayan now?"

"Think, Khalida," Jamila rejoined, "I'm already pregnant, Rashida may have just become pregnant, as she is in her fertile days; what if in a couple weeks you discover that your wife, our wife, is skipping her period, while you're having it?"

Khalida didn't answer, and Jamila added, "You too are fertile now; I can't guarantee, Zayan can't guarantee that if you make love with him now, you'll get pregnant; but if you don't, you won't."

Khalida thought about it for a minute, and then told Jamila, "Now I'll ckeck if he can make me squeal."

"He will," Jamila said, "But if I were you I would hug and kiss your wife Rashida first, to reassure that you won't forget her in any case." Khalida did just that, and then asked Zayan, "I prefer to be under you, will you?"

"Your desire is my command, dear Khalida", so, while Zayan was readying for the intercourse by kissing, hugging Khalida, sucking her breasts, licking her vulva, Jamila hugged Rashida and talked to her like a mother to a child who had just won an atletic competition.

"Did you love it?"

"Yes, I did. You've got a wonderful husband. When you'll be in Germany, he won't be able to keep his semen to himself. Do you really want me to make love with you?"

"You can choose – we can either stay put and watch Zayan and Jamila, or make love ourselves. What's your choice?"

"Love isn't a spectator's sport," Rashida said, and hugged and kissed Jamila.

Both couples made love with the greatest transport – and Jamila was right in forecasting that both her co-wives would get pregnant this very night.

The soirée ended with Zayan making love with Jamila, and Rashida with Khalida, at the same time, and with all four solemnly swearing eternal love and mutual trust forever.



3+1 Wives Ch. 06



When Jamila flew to Frankfurt, she was already six months pregnant, while her co-wives Khalida and Rashida were three months pregnant. Their husband Zayan was quite lucky, as he was left with two randy wives (as they were in their second trimester of pregnancy), while the one who began experiencing discomfort while having sex had to go abroad.

Sharifa noticed her increased belly and breasts when she met her at the airport, and was discouraged by the belly, but aroused by the breasts. They ate at a Turkish restaurant and then went to the lodge the Fachhochschule had arranged for guest professors, in which Jamila was supposed to live together with Sharifa, who allegedly helped her prepare her lectures.

Actually, as soon as they were in their apartment, they undressed and had a bath together (no shower cabin there); while they were in the bathtub, Sharifa noticed a small mound under each of Jamila's armpits, with a reddish tip.

She touched them, circled them with her fingers, and tickled their tips with her forefingers. Jamila loved that massage and told her, "Sharifa, where did you learn this trick? You're arousing me!"

Sharifa's hands went from these mounds to Jamila's areolas and nipples, and fondled them, pleasing Jamila and causing some fluid to ooze through the nipples.

Sharifa was astonished, and Jamila told her, "It's colostrum. As I'm in late pregnancy, I've begun secreting it. Suck it, it's my help against swine flu."

"Against flu?"

"I've already had it, so my colostrum is full of antibodies against it. Drink at will -- if you help me stimulate my breasts into producing a lot, I and my children will be very grateful."

"Children?"

"I've got twins -- Yussuf [Joseph] and Yahia [John]. I hope I'll be able to produce enough milk for them."

"Mabruk!" Sharifa shouted, "I'll be more than glad to help you!"

After their bath, they didn't dress, but lay on their double bed, and Sharifa began sucking Jamila's right breast. Jamila had to teach her how to do that without hurting the nipple, and then Sharifa had her mouth full of colostrum.

The stimulation was relayed to the left nipple, who let out some drops of fluid; the light was on and Sharifa's eyes roamed around Jamila's body, and noticed that some drops were getting out of the mound under Jamila's armpit, straight from the red tip.

When she was done with Jamila's left breast, she licked the tip, kissed it and felt the taste of colostrums. She delicately sucked it, and felt the colostrum entering her mouth. Jamila was surprised by her move, but she moaned with pleasure; then Sharifa moved to the mound under the other armpit -- and felt the same taste in her mouth!

Jamila told her, "You're amazing, but my left breast is getting engorged. Please, empty it." So Sharifa moved to Jamila's breast, but as she glanced at Jamila's pubis, she noticed similar red-tipped mounds between her thighs.

Sharifa sucked her left breast, and with the right arm she circled her back until she reached Jamila's right breast and squeezed it, while Sharifa's left arm advanced to Jamila's vulva, and tried to massage both it and the mounds near it.

The results were somewhat good, and Sharifa moved to Jamila's vulva, while her pregnant friend and soon-to-be co-wife bent her huge 40N breasts (pregnancy had been swelling them) upwards, in order to suck her own colostrum.

While Jamila was suckling herself, Sharifa licked her clit, and felt that her cheeks were being soaked by Jamila's colustrum secreted between her thighs. She raised her hands to the mounds under Jamila's armpits, and her hands too were soaked. B Beyond doubt, Jamila had accessory breasts which didn't show up until she became pregnant.

When Jamila was done, and wanted to reciprocate, Jamila asked her to perform a 69; Jamila objected, "My belly will squeeze yours!"

"Let's put a couple pillows under my butt and my shoulders, so my body will bend under yours."

They did that, but Sharifa was so intrigued by Jamila's accessory breasts, that she neglected licking her vulva and stroking her "regular" nipples, and sucked her rudimentary nipples between her thighs, and fondled the ones under her armpits.

As they were done, Jamila told Sharifa, "Do you love my accessory breasts? Zayan is wild about them; Khalida and Rashida too. Before boarding the plane, they agreed to let Zayan lick my clit, while my co-wives sucked the nipples on my thigs."

"Just them?"

Jamila laughed, and added, "No. While Zayan was taking me, they sucked the milk from my breasts first, and from my armpits then. Luckily, Zayan has a lot of stamina, and only when he took over my breasts (he sucked both of them together), he came."

"I'm alone, I can't do to you what your husband and co-wives have done to you."

"But I love you, Sharifa," Jamila replied while hugging her, "Your touch is worth the stimulation of my whole family."

Sharifa hugged Jamila wildly and kissed her; then she fondled her breasts -- regular and accessory -- and told Jamila, "You're the only woman I know with multiple bra sizes. Your regular breasts are N-cup now, but your armpit mammae are C-cup, and your thigh mammae are B-cup."

"Do you think that I should ask your classmates to design a unique bra and custom garters for me?"

"Why not? It could be a good practical lesson."

"I'm afraid that they'll have to see me naked, as my body goes beyond normal anatomy, to make a good job -- and Zayan won't accept that."

"I can't volunteer, because we spent the sophomore year designing each other's lingerie and garments. You've been called from Cairo, you should provide us with something original."

"Perhaps there is a way to convince Zayan. Do you know a painter seeking a model?"

"My father!"

"Your father?"

"My father is famous for his nudes -- but he also makes portraits."

Jamila giggled, and told Sharifa, "If he paints nudes, perhaps he'll fit me."

"You fear that Zayan will divorce you if he learns that a classroom mostly made up of women has seen your naked body in order to make custom underwear for you, and you're going to have a picture of your naked body exhibited in an art gallery in Germany, and put on Flicker and Facebook?"

Jamila replied Sharifa, "Jealousy and pride are opposite feelings. If Zayan learns that a classroom has seen me naked, he won't be proud, and jealousy will take hold of him. If Zayan learns that a distinguished painter has found my naked body so interesting that he wanted to portray something with it, pride will overcome jealousy."

Sharifa goggled in amazement, and Jamila ended, "Once he has been proud of somebody besides him and the doctor seeing my naked body, he won't be able to object at your classmates' seeing me in my birthday suit."

Sharifa replied, "You're very brave, but I have already seen several candidate models who couldn't eventually undress in front of my father, even though there were I and my mother in the room, so they needn't fear him. I hope that you won't join their ranks, as my father is quite resentful, and then you won't be able to ask him what you value so much."

"I have to try with your father first," Jamila rejoined, "Because if I can't undress before a single man, how could I be supposed to undress in front of a whole class?"

Sharifa smiled, and said, "Ok. Tomorrow we'll meet my father. Oh! Your breasts keep leaking! Let me dry them!"

Actually, Sharifa had to dry Jamila's breasts several times during the night, because Jamila's fears of being unable to feed two children made her ask her husband Zayan and her co-wives Khalida and Rashida to suckle them whenever possible, and when they weren't available, their sheer size allowed her to bend them towards her mouth and suckle them herself -- both at the same time.

So her breasts had been overstimulated, and easily got engorged. Sharifa loved Jamila's colostrum, but at 6 o'clock, after sleeping not more than five hours in one hour intervals, she decided to buy her lover a breast pump.

The first of Jamila's lectures was good -- she told the class that her course would begin with outer garments and end with lingerie, which is a really important part of the Arab-Muslim female clothing, because sex among spouses is highly cherished, and men must be adequately motivated to please their women. So, she told the students, it was their professional (and not just personal) interest to skip the first lectures rather than the last ones.

After the lecture, Jamila and Sharifa went at the latter's parents' house; when Jamila asked Abdullah, Sharifa's father, if she had a future in modeling, he answered, "After childbirth, perhaps. You're really beautiful, but quite plump, and it's difficult to find subjects that fit you."

"What about the mining company that wanted a picture of the Latin goddess Tellus?" Sharifa asked her father.

Abdullah thought about it, watched Jamila again and said, "We need two children beside her to portray Tellus."

"I have twins in my womb!" Jamila replied, Abdullah smiled and added, "Really? The mining company will wait for them. In the meantime, I could portray you as Ceres for the headquarters of a wheat grinding company. When are you going to start?"

"Even now," Jamila replied, with a somewhat trembling voice, as she feared being unable to undress.

The fears were unjustified: once Jamila was in Abdullah's studio, she undressed with ease, while Sharifa and Khadija (Sharifa's mother and Abdullah's wife) were still out, posed as Abdullah wished, and he began painting.

But, after a few minutes, he noticed that Jamila and Sharifa weren't looking at each other like two friends, but like two lovers. He kept sketching Jamila's body, and when he was done, he told his new model, "It's enough for today. Now I have to choose a suitable background for the picture, and I'll alternate between portraying you and depicting the background. By the way, do you want to be portrayed with your own face?"

Sharifa explained, "Some models making their debut prefer to conceal their face. In these cases my father paints my face over their body."

Jamila laughed and replied, "The opposite of what happened in Roman sculpture, in which the bodies were mass-produced, and only the heads actually portrayed the client."

"Right," Abdullah noticed, "Perhaps you can choose later. It will take about 10 sittings to finish the picture, and we can wait for your decision until the 7th sitting."

"I'll talk to my husband, and I will report you tomorrow. Good bye."

"Good bye, madam," Abdullah said, and told Khadija, "Darling, could you brew some coffee for our guest, while I and Sharifa tidy up the studio?"

Sharifa smelled a rat -- her father never let anyone help him do that, and when he and her father were alone he asked her, "Sharifa, I've been painting nudes for decades, and I know when a model is escorted by a friend, or by a lover. You must be lovers. What's happened between you two?"

"I can't explain that in brief."

"I know that, but I can tell you two things: don't jeopardize your future, don't ..."

"Break my hymen? Don't worry, dad, it's still intact."

The conversation ended there, and as Sharifa and Jamila drove to their apartment, they stopped at a pharmacy in which they could buy three double breast pumps and some other sex toys.

At home, Sharifa applied the breast pumps to Jamila's breasts (not just the regular ones, but to the accessory too), thus emptying them thoroughly; then Jamila explained Sharifa why did he need the toys: they comprised a series of anal dilaters (so her butt won't shrink in Zayan's absence), a strap-on dildo (so Sharifa could penetrate Jamila and experience what penetration is -- although in a reversed role), and several Bluetooth-enabled vibrators.

A couple was for their clitorides, two for Sharifa's nipples, six for Jamila's. They could be controlled with a Bluetooth-enabled PC or Smartphone, and one of the possibilities was to automatically trigger the preferred vibration pattern as soon as the partner was approaching with a Bluetooth device (the cellphone or her own vibrators) on.

Sharifa bored a hole in each of Jamila's nipple vibrators, so that a Teflon pipe could drain the milk into a small bag -- thus allowing Jamila to enjoy vibrations for more than a hour without worrying about spilling milk.

After a night of love and pumping, Sharifa emptied all the tanks into a 2-liter bottle, and jokingly remarked that Jamila neededn't worry about her children's food, as she was making excess milk.

Jamila laughed and said, "We can't simply dispose of it. It's too precious. Do you know an organization like 'La Leche League' interested into it?"

"My mother is the Frankfurter chairwoman!"

Jamila laughed again and said, "How is it possible? She isn't well endowed."

Sharifa frowned and told Jamila, "Please, don't speak like a male chauvinist pig. I've been told that my mother was a very good milker anyway, and she was chosen for her organizative talent."

"Sorry for being rude, Sharifa. My colostrum is at her disposal."

"We can't give this bottle to LLL. They need hospital-grade tanks, but ... what if I give it to my aunt Aisha? Every year flu endangers her life, and she can't bear inoculations. Perhaps your colostrum could really make a difference."

"Ok, let's give. The more we give, the more people will intercede on our behalf."

The following days' routine was as such: pouring the coslostrum into a tank to be given to LLL; Sharifa's drinking some for breakfast, together with coffee, biscuits, and orgasms procured by sucking her (huge but) dry tits and her clitoris; assisting Jamila while lecturing; having lunch together (and for a few days Jamila's smartphone couldn't be prevented from randomly triggering clitoral vibrations while eating); making love in their car behind a bush not far from Sharifa's parents' home (and removing the vibrators from Jamila's body); Jamila's sitting for the picture of Ceres and giving Sharifa's mother the tank of colostrum.

After sitting for the picture, they went out to a movie, which they only half-enjoyed, because they were making love while the movie was screened -- while the advertisements and the trailers were screened, they resorted to the vibrators to get aroused, and with time they even enjoyed orgasm within this limited time; in the first part, it was Jamila's turn to kiss Sharifa, stroke and suck her tits, then to sit on the floor, with the head between her thighs, and sucking her vulva, while her hands fondled her nipples.

During the interval, they went to the handicapped people's toilet, which was large enough to allow Sharifa to wear the strap-on and penetrate Jamila. But, before penetrating her, she filled her rectum with an enema, and stopped it with one of the anal dilaters they had bought -- so Jamila felt the dildo more intensely.

When they were done, Jamila shitted and Sharifa helped her wash her private parts -- and took advantage of that to slightly arouse her.

In the second part, Sharifa finished the work, sucking some colostrums from each of Jamila's breast, before licking her vulva and pleasing her while a cup applied to each nipple collected the spilled milk. Then they went home.

At the 7th sitting, Abdullah asked his model which face did she want to be painted, and Jamila answered, "Your daughter's. My husband will recognize my body anyway, but I could always disavow the picture in front of other men." Khadija laughed, "It will be the 69th nude with Sharifa's head. We have to celebrate it!"

All laughed, and Abdullah proposed his wife to cook a dinner for all four. After dinner, Abdullah asked Jamila, "Madam, you are a close friend of Sharifa, and also pregnant. Can you succinctly describe us your life?"

"I live in Cairo; my husband Zayan is a rich rentier, but she also has a PhD in Law; we haven't been blessed by a son until I proposed my husband to take his cousins Khalida and Rashida as additional wives. Then the miracle happened: I got pregnant before them, and I'm carrying twins now. Two males (Yussuf and Yahya), while my co-wives are carrying females (Ariba and Fawziya)."

"How did you and my daughter meet?"

"She's one of Rashida's friends. When my husband Zayan married Rashida, Sharifa sent her a paper model of her wedding dress. I'm a couturier, I recognized her outstanding talent, and wanted to give her an opportunity by inviting her to my husband's third marriage."

"Everybody loved my dress, dad," Sharifa intervened, "And I had to give two thousands of visiting cards away. Most of the recipients are now asking me to design their dresses, and I now have a six-year backlog. I'll have to auction the dresses to be designed first."

Jamila took the assist, and told Sharifa's parents, "As she is very good, I proposed her to become my associate in Cairo -- an year in my couture house would let her earn the apprenticeship credits she needs for her diploma, and her professors loved my dresses so much that they decided to invite me to lecture the students."

"Hmm," Abdullah muttered to himself, "You're offering her the occasion of a lifetime. Aren't you also going to ask her to become your husband's fourth wife?"

"Why should I do that?"

"In my opinion, you two aren't just friends. If your husband isn't interested in my daughter, you must be."

"You're crazy!"

"Ms. Jamila, I know that it isn't easy to confess to such a love, especially in your country. But, even if I approved of it, there is a serious hurdle: Turkish criminal law."

"What do you mean?"

"That if a Turkish woman marries a man who already has got three wives, and she knows that, she will be prosecuted for bigamy -- even though her marriage would be legal in her husband's country."

"Is there no way to avoid that?" Sharifa asked, trying to disguise her worry, and Khadija, her mother, answered, "An _'urfi_, a purely religious marriage, could go undetected, especially if carried out abroad."

"Khadija! You shouldn't assent to that!" shouted Abdullah, and Khadija replied, "Our daughter has been given the occasion of a lifetime, and the woman you've been scolding in spite of that has saved my sister Aisha."

"Saved your sister?"

"Aisha was developing flu symptoms, and you know how vulnerable she is; but Ms. Jamila's colostrum healed her. And several preemies in our hospital are now growing healthy thanks to her fluid."

"Hathor, the cow-goddess, should be my second name," Jamila joked.

Abdullah sighed, and said, "Ok, I've nothing against lesbians, and I can't scold my daughter over her love choice. But there are two problems."

"Which problems?"

"First, will my daughter have the opportunity of becoming a mother and making us grandparents? She's our only daughter, and we aren't speaking on our behalf only. I keep reading of lesbians resorting to artificial insemination because lesbianism couldn't suppress their maternal instincts."

"She will," Jamila promptly answered, "What's the other problem?"

"That an _'urfi_ may leave our daughter without a penny if her 'purely religious' husband dies or forsakes her."

Jamila replied, "We can offer a bigger than usual _mahr_ (dower) to make up for it."

"How big?"

"Make your request."

"What if you bought my daughter an apartment and a studio in downtown Frankfurt, and leave the 'six year backlog' to her?"

Jamila was astounded, but Abdullah replied, "I know that I'm asking a lot, but my daughter must be able to make a fresh start in case the marriage winds up badly. If you wanted a cheaper bride, you could find it in Egypt."

Jamila watched Sharifa, and decided, "We can do that. The apartment will be 3-room, and it will have an adjoining studio."

"2-room will suffice," Abdullah replied, while Sharifa opened her eyes wide -- she knew how expensive real estate could be in one of the most important European Union cities!




3+1 Wives Ch. 06



After dinner, Sharifa and Jamila went out, and Jamila wept.

"Darling," Sharifa told her, "My father really cares about me. I don't think that your father has been less harsh when contracting your mahr."

"I know," Jamila said, "I wonder if I and Zayan will be able to fulfill my promise."

"You will. You have the same character of an Israeli trader I know."

"How is his character?"

"His daughter is among my schoolmates. Her father once told me that a Christian woman fell in love for him, and converted to Judaism. But he was a 'cohen', so he couldn't marry a convert unless he renounced his 'cohanut'."

"What did he do?"

"Scores of people tried to discourage him. Once even a rabbi told him that he could arrange a marriage with the daughter of an important American Jewish banker, but he held steadfast to his sweetheart and eventually married her."

"Wonderful!"

"My schoolmate is the child of both. Her mother says that she at times quarrels with her husband, but even in the bitterest of their disagreements, she's never forgotten what her husband gave up to for her. Their marriage is really strong."

"What if you had to renounce Turkish citizenship to fend off prosecution?" Jamila asked, "That could really be the equivalent of renouncing to one's 'cohanut'."

"If necessary, I'll do that. My idea is to turn the studio into the 'overseas branch' of your couture. If you write on your sign 'International Couture. Cairo -- Frankfurt', people will appreciate our firm more."

"If Zayan agrees with the deal, you'll become my associate. But, how could you cope with the 'six-year backlog' alone?"

"I'll pay you for your help. My father wants me to deliver the models, not to do everything by myself."

Jamila looked at Sharifa, and she hugged and kissed her in the mouth, without minding her parents' watching them from the window. Then they got into Sharifa's car -- Sharifa asked Jamila to drive, and she did.

When the car was on the highway, Sharifa delicately unbuttoned Jamila's shirt and made her raise her right elbow -- so she could suckle Jamila's colostrum from her accessory right breast.

Jamila complained, "You're crazy! I can't drive while you're arousing me!"

"Why only men should get a blowjob while they're at the wheel?"

Jamila laughed and told her, "If you want to arouse me, do that the best way -- suck my right regular tit!"

Sharifa took it out from her gigantic bra, put her mouth on it, and began sucking while Jamila's arm was supporting her head and her hand was stroking her cheeks and hair.

Luckily, the car had automatic transmission, so when they reached the Fachhochschule lodge, Jamila's right breasts (including the one in the thigh) were dry. Then they saw that the British professor of Technical English was parking his right-hand drive car in the garage, and Sharifa asked her, "Dear Jane, could you lend us your car for about an hour?"

Jane was one of Sharifa's close friend, so she assented, and Jamila had to drive while Sharifa was sucking her left breasts dry.

When they were home, Jamila took the strap-on dildo and forced Sharifa to wear it, and to please her. She even asked her not to remove it after leading her to orgasm, but to stay hugged to her, with the dildo within her, and to keep sucking her breasts (and to let Jamila suck her) until dawn.

The next morning Jamila phoned Abdallah asking him to take a photo of the picture of Ceres, and to send her via mail, so she could forward it to Zayan and ask his permission for being portayed with her own face.

Zayan replied that he loved the picture, but couldn't allow Jamila to add her own face to it -- and added that it would be really hard for him to explain why did he choose a woman whose face had been painted on scores of nudes as his fourth wife. Then he switched on chat.

"Darling, do you really love Sharifa?" he asked.

"Yes, Zayan, I do."

"The _mahr_ you're asking me to pay is really huge. Since you're more interested than me in her, you should pay for part of it. If I have to pay it in full, I'll be forced to sell several of our buildings in Cairo, and my breadwinning ability would be noticeably impaired. If you pay half of it, neither of us will be forced to sell any asset."

"And you hope that, if I have to pay half the price of a studio in downtown Frankfurt, I'll be really thrifty."

"Yes. How are the lectures going?"

Jamila told him that she wanted her pupils to design her dresses and lingerie, and show them her naked body to allow them to do a good job. Zayan assented to that, provided that no photos would be taken, and Jamila agreed.

So the next day she could propose her pupils this drill: to jot down a sketch of her naked body, so they could design a dress for her and a set of underwear -- with the special features her accessory breasts made necessary.

She wasn't going to check all the sketches -- but to try all the garments they would make, to see if they really fit her. They had a month to make them all, and then, after trying them, she would discuss the best models in class. While the students were designing and sewing the garments, Jamila and Sharifa kept making love and seeking a fitting apartment.

In the end, Jamila and Sharifa found the apartment, Jamila's picture painted by Adbullah was acclaimed by the client and the critics alone -- who complained that so beautiful a model didn't disclose her face, and all the Fachhochschule students made really fine garments, so Jamila had to improvise a fashion parade in which she donned and took off all the lingerie and dresses, to highlight the strong and weak points of each.

The lecture cycle had ended, the apartment was paid, and delivery was approaching. So Jamila and Sharifa bought a plane ticket for Cairo, and invited Abdallah and Khadija to follow them in a few months.

But as soon as Jamila and Sharifa boarded the plane, Jamila's waters broke. Sharifa advised her to get off, to give birth in Germany, and to ask Zayan to fly to her -- but Jamila refused, and took the risk of delivering her children aboard.

It was her first pregnancy, it was really unlikely that the delivery would last less than a Frankfurt-Cairo flight!



3+1 Wives Ch. 07



The plane's First Class had very comfortable drop seats, and Jamila noticed that they could be surrounded by curtains, thus allowing the passengers to fly in seclusion. She summoned the hostess, and paid the ticket upgrade from Economy to First Class for her and Sharifa.

Once they were on their new seats, and Jamila pulled the curtains, Sharifa asked Jamila, "I guess you're going to make love with me. Don't you think that it could speed up your labor?"

"It sure will, darling," she answered, "but if we don't do that, the womb may not contract strongly enough even after landing in Cairo, and I may have to resort to Caesarean section. Zayan doesn't deserve that! My children don't deserve that."

"What should I do, Jamila?"

Jamila didn't answer; she hugged Sharifa and kissed her in the mouth; Sharifa hugged her in turn, reached for Jamila's bra buckle and unfastened it. Then she opened her own shirt first -- thus exposing her young sumptuous breasts to her lover, and while Jamila was taking her nipples into her own hands, and massaging her areolas, Sharifa opened Jamila's shirt and began suckling her right (regular) nipple.

Jamila loved that, and her womb began rhythmically contracting, reassuring her that they were doing the right thing. Sharifa's right hand reached Jamila's vulva, and delicately fondled her lips, her clit, her vaginal ostium; once her vagina was wet, Sharifa's fingers delicately entered it and massaged her G-spot.

Jamila came and squirted, while Sharifa kept suckling and drinking her abundant colostrum. Jamila couldn't help massaging Sharifa's breasts and milking them as if she were a sheep -- and a few drops of milk came out.

"How is it possible?" Sharifa asked after taking Jamila's nipple out of her mouth, and Jamila answered, "Repeated stimulation may induce lactation. Let me taste your milk."

Sharifa put her left nipple into Jamila's mouth, who sucked it and found the few droplets she tasted delicious. She didn't stop after that, and kept suckling, while Sharifa was ever more excited, as Jamila's hands raised her shirt, removed her panties, fondled her vulva -- but didn't dare enter her vagina, for fear of tearing her hymen -- only Zayan would take her maidenhead! After a few minutes Sharifa changed nipple, telling Jamila, "Sorry, darling, I'm not yet acquainted to nursing!"

Jamila sucked more softly and carefully, so Sharifa only felt the pleasure and not the pain of nursing.

As she was done, she grabbed Sharifa's head, kissed her in the mouth and put some of her milk on her tongue -- so Sharifa could taste her own milk for the first time -- and then delicately put Sharifa's head between her own legs, so Sharifa could lick her vulva and made her come again.

The orgasm coincided with an uterine contraction, which was felt by Jamila as a super orgasm, which encouraged both women to continue.

As the uterine contractions took a predictable rhythm, Sharifa led Jamila to orgasm when they were approaching, and soon after them it was Jamila's turn to please her lover.

The hostesses must have guessed what was going on behind their curtains, as they didn't serve the meals to them, and when the plane landed in Cairo, Jamila felt that the labor was well under way.

There they met Zayan, Khalida and Rashida; the Arab custom didn't allow them to hug and kiss in public, but Zayan had brought his motorhome (he had bought it, not just rent this time) to the airport parking, so, as soon as the whole family was in, he could show her favorite wife how much did he missed her.

As he shut the door behind him, he kissed Jamila and hugged her so that she could feel his erect penis against her swollen belly. Then he turned her 180°, so she could hug and kiss her co-wives Khalida and Rashida while he was undressing her as he was pressing his penis against her butt.

A hug between pregnant women isn't easy, but they all loved it, as they really missed each other; as Zayan managed to remove Jamila's bra and leave her bare-breasted, Khalida and Rashida said, "Oooh!" and soon they too undressed, so Jamila could appreciate how their breasts too had grown during pregnancy.

They touched each other's breasts briefly, but then Jamila said, "I should introduce you to your new co-wife, and my favorite female partner, Sharifa, who has helped me trigger labor. Sharifa, come here."

Sharifa went near the three woman, and seeing their naked breasts aroused her somewhat -- so her nipples became erected. Jamila hugged her and kissed her to show everybody how did she love her, and then told her, "Now you have to introduce yourself to your co-wives, while Zayan takes your role of labor-inducer."

Zayan didn't wait to bring Jamila to bed, while Sharifa was left alone with Khalida and Rashida, undecided on whom to greet first. It was her longtime friend Rashida who saved her from embarrassment by hugging her -- first as a friend, then more passionately, and then kissing her.

Sharifa was somewhat amused of becoming the lover of her former friend, but the kiss was pleasant, and she undressed without embarrassment, thus allowing Rashida to tickle her nipples with her own, and to rub her own vagina against her thighs, to fondle her buttocks with her hands ...

The women went to bed together, while Khalida sat on a rocking chair and masturbated while watching both women making love.

In the meantime Zayan had removed the plug from Jamila's butt and inserted his penis instead -- so they could come together, and after that, he could pee into her colon, thus forcing her to relieve herself and have a shower afterwards -- with Zayan.

In the meantime, Khalida's turn had come to make love with Sharifa. She was somewhat more embarrassed, as Khalida wasn't a friend of her, but the intercourse was very good and both women knew that they would have gone along well for life.

Rashida, after masturbating while watching them, proposed Sharifa to do to them what often did Jamila: to lay on her back, while Rashida was at her right and Khalida at her left. Both women would rub their own vulvae against Sharifa's thighs, while suckling her breasts.

They were so surprised at finding milk in their mouths that they soon inspected Sharifa's vulva -- but her cribiform hymen couldn't have withstood penetration without breaking, so they believed Sharifa when she credited her lactation to her nursing Jamila for several months.

The co-wives resumed suckling, and their deft fondling her vulva and clitoris made her come soon. Then the women exchanged roles: it was Rashida the woman to be suckled now, and then Khalida.

In the meantime, after showering, Jamila and Zayan went to bed together. First, Zayan suckled all of Jamila's nipples -- not just those in her regular mammae, but also the ones in the armpits and between the thighs; then he licked her clitoris, and stimulated her G-spot.

When Jamila was near to experience another contraction, Zayan penetrated her, and gave her an orgasm coinciding with the contraction.

Jamila squealed her orgasm, and her co-wives Khalida and Rashida hugged her telling her, "Mabruk -- Blessed be you!", and offered her the colostrums they were beginning to secrete. Sharifa did the same, and Jamila loved that, but then told her, "I think you should now know your husband. Do that, while my co-wives are taking care of me."

So, while Khalida and Rashida did Jamila what they had just done to Sharifa, the latter approached Zayan. He remembered that Sharifa had only met him briefly at his marriage with Rashida, and even though she admired him, she couldn't desire him enough to make love with him right away -- unless he played his trump card.

He showed her the marriage contract, with detailed provisions in case of divorce. It was a nikah 'urfi, a traditional marriage, with no legal value -- but the protection it provided Sharifa was no less real.

Khalida and Rashida were already serving Jamila, and Zayan told Sharifa not to interrupt them -- but watching their orgy while they were waiting for its end excited the groom and the bride, and when Jamila, Khalida and Sharifa could be asked to countersign the marriage contract, Sharifa was licking Zayan's penis to make it harder and bigger.

As soon as Zayan signed the contract, straight after Sharifa, she climbed up his body and lowered herself on his penis, which broke her hymen and penetrated her. Her co-wives helped Zayan support Sharifa and escorted them to their double bed, where Zayan laid on his back, while Sharifa went up and down to enjoy her groom within her.

But the moment came when Zayan wanted to kiss Sharifa -- but she didn't, because desire is a thing, love is another. Jamila noticed that, and told her husband, "Would you like to kiss our children when they get out?"

Zayan assented, and Jamila kneeled above his mouth, so he could kiss her vulva, while Jamila could kiss Sharifa, who was still holding Zayan's penis within.

The arrangement worked wonders, as the two women could fondle each other's breasts, while their husband was stimulating both. Khalida and Rashida joined, each at one of Zayan's sides, and while Zayan's hands were titillating their genitalia, their breasts were pressed against Jamila's and Sharifa's arms, giving them added stimulation.

The four women had to alternate their kisses, as when Jamila and Sharifa kissed, their heads physically separated Khalida's and Rashida's mouths -- and vice versa.

But the orgasms they enjoyed were beneficial for Jamila's labor, as the contractions, effectively enhanced by the orgasms she got and gave during the night, allowed her to give birth to two healthy male children -- Yussuf and Yahya -- who were nursed by four women, as all of Zayan's wives were lactating.

Obviously, the children preferred their own mother's milk, who was sweet, warm, abundant, and nourishing.