Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 09

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

Time was following its course. Abida was soon to be in her seventh month of pregnancy. We had visited her Muslim gynecologist regularly; he was following the situation every two weeks given her age, and everything was progressing nicely, despite a few periods of nausea. Master and I wanted to make sure that everything was fine as Abida's well-being was paramount to us. The arrangements had been already made to hire the services of a Muslim midwife for the delivery at home. The doctor said however that he would be available on call in case any problem would come up.

Faridah had moved in, and she was delighted with her freshly painted and decorated bedroom and very happy to begin her new life with us in L.A. Most business days, I was driving her and Master Faisal to work downtown and picking them up at the end of the day. Master's concubine and Abida were very excited to reunite; they were spending long periods together at home praying, chatting and having sex together whenever their Lover wanted them to.

Master and Kiersten had great success in Stockholm, not only professionally but also in their relationship. They had adjoining rooms at the hotel with a connecting door enabling them to work together easily and, one thing leading to another, they got into each other's arms. It was only a matter of time before Master, with His aura of tranquil and mature strength and power, despite His young age, was to add a second concubine to His stable. As Stockholm was Kiersten's hometown, they visited her mom and dad, who also fell under the spell of her new lover, seeing additionally the advantages for their daughter to be intimate with the CEO of a large global company. Master must have used all His charm given that Swedish natives are not much used to socialize with Black people, especially their daughter's boyfriend.

Master wanted to be the first one to tell His wife about the situation. She reacted rather well overall despite feeling a twinge of sadness. Being so steeped in the Islamic faith, she accepted the fact that Muslim husbands had the prerogative to have concubines. According to Faridah, Kiersten was madly in love with Master. They would often have lunch together – and sometimes with Faridah – but they were making a point to remain very professional, being entirely dedicated to fulfilling their senior management duties. As a matter of fact, the company was thriving more than ever on the stock market all over the world under the leadership of its new CEO. Kiersten was even gradually changing her clothing to a more middle-eastern style, for example now wearing mostly stylish ballerina flat shoes or thong sandals. She even began to wear expensive abayas with assorted hijabs and also sarouels [loose, baggy trousers worn tightly at the ankles], to the great surprise of staff members at the company headquarters. Everyone now knew that she had fallen under Faisal's spell.

Some days, Master would not come back home with Abida and I. He would rather spend the night at Kiersten's apartment, located at walking distance from the office. This had two advantages for the two lovers: they could do some work if they had to and, above all, they could be alone and free to have sex. When this happened, Faisal would allow Abida and Faridah to play and spend the night together, this being a sort of compensation for the displeasure of missing His presence at home.

It was one of those days. After I had driven her home alone from the office, Faridah went directly to Abida's bedroom, undressed and put on her prayer gown. Abida was already kneeling down on the carpet, wearing her gown as well, her swollen belly and breasts resting on the floor and her arms fully extended in front of her, pointing toward Mecca. Soon after, Faridah had joined her in the same position. They began their Maghrib [sunset] prayer together, aloud.

"Almighty Allah, I woke up this morning happy that You had blessed me with another day," said Abida with a soft voice. "Another day to do better than I did yesterday. Another day to remember You more. Another day to be grateful for what I have and not complain about what I do not have. Alhamdulillah [thank God] for everything. I read and meditate Quran almost all day, oh Allah. Quran is beautiful. It makes me happy when I am sad, relaxes me when I am stressed, supports me when I am weak. Your words are so beautiful! Thank You for having enabled me to meet my beloved Husband and making Him convert me to Your faith. Oh Allah, how beautiful Your duniya [temporal world] is. I can only imagine how breathtaking your Jannah [Islamic paradise] must be."

"Oh Allah, Your humble follower is so grateful to You," Faridah followed. "Alhamdulillah for having placed me on the path of our temporal Master, Faisal, and His beautiful and most obedient wife, Madam Abida. You know well that I was not practicing much up to now. Thanks to them, I am now a firmer believer. Thank You for having permitted that I live with such a convinced and faithful Muslimah as Madam Abida, such a good example to follow. I promise to abide by Your rules for the glory of Your kingdom."

They continued praying aloud reverently for about ten minutes. Faridah stood up first and helped her companion to stand. Abida felt clumsier with the end of her pregnancy now approaching. They kissed gently.

They undressed, oblivious to the presence of the harmless and sexually neutral eunuch that I had become. I took care of their prayer gowns.

After almost six full months of pregnancy, Abida was exhibiting a huge belly – like if she was to deliver twins, a possibility that the gynecologist had ruled out however –, swollen breasts with enlarged and darkened areolae, thick and long nipples, engorged labia and raging hormones. Her sex drive had increased tenfold. About to turn 47 in a few weeks, she had become a complete woman, wife and mother-to-be from every point of view. When naked, with her tattooed bald head and pubis and her numerous jewels, she was a gorgeously sensual epitome of a plump sexy doll.