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!