Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 07

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She blushed and answered: "Yes, Master."

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

"Yes Master." was her response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Faridah's eyes were revealing her total astonishment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With my sisterly love,

Madam

*****

I had read Abida's letter avidly, seeing word after word her blossoming as a completely new woman. This reading left me in a state of astonishment, not to say worry. She was obviously continuing what seemed as an endless journey that would lead God knows where. I was also concerned by her last words about Amanda and my chastity, wondering what would happen to me, not to mention that my relationship with Amanda would obviously take a new direction. What direction? I was wondering. I had mixed feelings: on one hand, it was fearful and on the other hand, it was titillating, increasing my kinkiness. And of course there was the humiliation related to the fact that Faridah, the office manager in our Istanbul branch, now knew about the past cuckoldry and present subservience of the company's CEO. But I was already looking forward to receiving Abida's next "gift letter". Meanwhile, I certainly wanted to read her letter again and again.

With a bagful of mixed emotions stirring me up, my dickette throbbing in its steel enclosure, I wrote and sent an email to Master Faisal to wish Him a good continuation of their honeymoon and to thank Him for having brought spiritual, emotional and sexual fullness to my dear Beth and apologize for my disobedience.

[Note: The Ramadan is the ninth month of the Islamic calendar. The actual dates change every year, the beginning typically corresponding to a day or more after the astronomical new moon. Muslims worldwide observe this as a month of fasting. Fasting is considered "obligatory" for adult Muslims, except those who are ill, traveling, pregnant, breastfeeding, diabetic or going through menstrual bleeding. While fasting from dawn until sunset, Muslims refrain from consuming food, drinking liquids, smoking, and engaging in sexual relations; in some interpretations they also refrain from swearing. Food and drink is served daily, before sunrise and after sunset. Fasting for Muslims during Ramadan typically includes the increased offering of prayers and recitation of the Quran.]

To be continued...