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An Upper Class Cuckold Lifestyle

Part 7

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

Dear cuckold,

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

This morning, at breakfast, you complimented me on my green summer dress [[i]see the picture below], remember? Well, I am not wearing panties under, at Faisal’s request.

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

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

In a matter of seconds, his come spurted in and around my mouth. I tried to take his cock out of my mouth but he asked me to gulp it all and to clean his cock thoroughly with my tongue and lips, saying that the semen of a muslim man must not be waisted. I attached a picture that Faisal took at that moment[see the second picture below].

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

I will register Faisal at the Memphis convention right after this email. We will stay late at the office today, as he has to prepare the presentation he will make at the convention, and for my part, my address in plenary session. We have no time to waste as this will be in less than two weeks. I should be home in the mid-evening. We might have time then to talk a little about the new direction our life will obviously take from now on.

Have a nice day, cuckold.

Beth[/i]

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

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

My beloved wife,

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

Your loving (here I was shivering …) cuckold

After sending my email to Beth, I forwarded both emails to my home office computer, as I wanted to read Beth’s email and my reply again tonight and keep them as souvenirs of this landmark in our life. Then I made sure to delete them on my computer at work. It was a hectic day, as usual, but I had much trouble keeping concentrated on the work, my mind constantly running. Luckily, my CEO workload brought me back on track; I had a meeting with the executive council in the morning and one with the vice presidents in the afternoon.

I was back home at around 6:00 p.m. As usual, I took a shower and went into the pool. After that, I changed and had a glass of scotch. I tried to keep myself busy in my home office with some work that I had taken with me. But this was almost impossible. My mind was constantly bringing me back to Beth and Faisal, wondering in what way our relationship would evolve.

Finally, Beth got home, at 9:00 p.m. I met her in the kitchen. “What a beautiful woman Faisal has”, I thought to myself, looking at her in her green summer dress.

“Hi cuckold”, Beth said, kissing me on the cheeks. “How was your day?”

“Well, as you can guess, honey, I had quite a rough time keeping concentrated on my tasks”, I answered, still struck by the way she had called me. “I notice that you now call me ‘cuckold’, honey. I agree with it, and in fact I find it quite appropriate but… are you going to call me this way from now on?”

“Yes, cucky. Faisal asked me to do so, and I am more than happy to oblige him”, Beth said. “I already had the intention of doing it too, so that he could see how you deserve to be treated. We’re so much in the same frame of mind, it’s amazing! From now on, we will call you this way, such as ‘cuckold”, ‘cucky”, ‘cucky Tim’, etc.”

“Mmmmmm, I see that your bond with Faisal is tightening, sweetheart, and this makes me quite happy and excited, I must admit”, I replied. “Did you have anything to eat?”

“No, and I’m not hungry. I’m still high from my visit to Faisal’s room tonight”, Beth said. And eager to tell you all about what happened. This will certainly keep your excitement high, cucky. This is part of your rewards as a cuckold, Faisal told me. Now, let’s go in the bedroom. I have something to ask you.”

I soon found out what my wife had in store for me. “Now undress me, cucky”, she asked with an assertive voice that I had almost never heard since the beginning of our married life. Beth was as much the submissive type as I was, but this was taking another twist. She was becoming authoritarian with me but obviously she was submissive with her lover, eager to respond to his wishes and whims and to be controlled and owned by him.

I proceeded to undress her right away, with great pleasure and expectation. I unzipped the back of her green summer dress and found out that she was stark naked, exposing her beautiful body, still firm for her age, with her breasts sagging just enough to make them desirable. She could compete with any younger female with respect to her legs, which were beautiful and sexy. She removed her medium-heeled shoes, climbed on the edge of the bed and positioned herself on all four, her thighs spread white apart, exposing her rear end without any embarrassment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, this will be a welcome rest, cuckold”, Beth replied, before going to the bathroom.

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

“Time to relax now, sweet cuckold”, Beth said before giving me a light kiss on a cheek. “Have a good night.”

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

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Part 8

“Hello!”

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

“Hi cuckold.” Faisal replied. “I’m happy that you called.”

“I’m very happy that I finally was able to express my presentation, Master Faisal…”

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

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

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

“Please Master Faisal, can You give me more details… pleaassse?”

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

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

“Good idea, cuck. I’m looking forward to seeing you again soon. So, see you on Tuesday, cuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

The lady who was with Faisal was indeed my wife but I’m not sure that I would have recognized her in a crowd on a sidewalk.

“Hi cuckold, how do you like my new look”, Beth said with a wide smile before giving me two gentle kisses on the cheeks, like she would do with anyone else that she knew. “This is an abaya[see the first picture below]. We bought it yesterday. I’ll explain you at home.”

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

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

“I’m so happy that You guys are back in town, Master”, I replied, already mentally prepared to be his subservient.

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

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

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

“Please bring our luggage in the main bedroom, cuckold”, Beth told me with a friendly voice.

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

“Cheers!”, we said in unimister.

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

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

“Our Master”, Beth added with a strong voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Indeed, cuckold… who is in charge here?”. Beth said.

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

“You are absolutely right, cuckold”, Beth concluded. “We’ll keep you informed nevertheless.”

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

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

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

“Of course, there will be at least one interview with the board”, I commented. “But I’ll brief You thoroughly during the whole process. In any case, Your odds are very good, Master Faisal.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now, show him what you got, darling”, Faisal said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes honey, I’ll do that.” I answered. “I hope you both have a good night.”

“Good night, cuckold” Faisal said.

To be continued…

Beth was wearing a beautiful abaya.

Beth and Faisal were kissing just like these two.

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Part 9

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

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

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

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

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

My gratitude toward Master Faisal and Beth for those blessed rewards opened up an unpredicted aspect of my submissive nature that must have been latent in my mind: financial servitude. For instance, Master Faisal had to go to Istanbul for a week or two to open our new branch there. I strongly suggested to Beth that she go with Him, getting an Amex card for her under my account so that they could go shopping and buy whatever they wanted for her. She didn’t even thank me, taking this as a granted and normal gesture, showing how her cuckoldress self was blooming. This of course made my submissiveness more concrete than ever. They came back with two extra suitcases filled with Islamic clothing for Beth, such as beautifully designed abayas, hijabs and chadors of different colors, expensive jewels, including bracelets and anklets, as well as flat ballet pumps and thong sandals. She was exhibiting her new culture with taste in a very elegant, reserved and demure manner. Beth was now wearing Islamic clothing at all times in public and at work but would often dress in a western, more liberal, way at home. Finally, the cost of their shopping spree on that trip amounted to nearly $3,000.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes? I can’t wait to hear that”, I said with some apprehension.

“You are well aware of my piety and my strengthening desire to deepen my faith”, Beth said with her irresistible candid smile. “After much thought and maturing into that, I told Faisal that I wanted to change my first name, just as He had done for himself. I felt that this would be a testimony and a mark of my communion with Him. He was quite happy to hear that. So we began to explore the matter and came up with a list of appropriate names for a woman, and we finally picked Abida, meaning “worshiper”. We thought that this was fitting me particularly well. So, just like Faisal had done, I filed an official name change request. So, please, call me by that name as of now.”

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

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

In my desire to please Abida and Master Faisal, I had thought that it would be nice if Master’s family could be invited to visit us for a week or two. They had visited them in New York City a few weeks before, and the connection between Faisal’s new girlfriend and His family was really good, despite the first hesitations of His mom and dad given the major age difference between the two lovers and the fact that Abida was white-skinned and, worst of all, married. But Abida’s progression in the Islamic faith and her young appearance despite her 45 years finally helped her overcome most of those concerns. And her name change certainly was an extra argument in her favor. She finally managed to forge a close relationship with Faisal’s family, especially His lady; they would talk on the phone once or twice a week since then.

When she heard my suggestion, Abida was ecstatic and said that her lover would certainly be happy. She added that she would tell Him on that same evening as she had planned to phone him later, given that the time in Istanbul was 10 hours ahead of L.A.

We continued our conversation in a relaxed atmosphere, conductive to confidences and the exploring of our new life.

“As you know, my Adored One likes me bald at all times, so I’ll take a day off at work tomorrow to go for my laser treatment follow-up”, Abida said. “He also would like me to grow my breasts somewhat. I’m now 32B, and He would like me to be at least 34D. So we took an appointment with a plastic surgeon for the end of this week. And He told me that later on, we might consider a lip augmentation surgery, as He loves women with pert, pouting lips.”

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

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

“My dear cuck, you’ll certainly agree to pay for this, won’t you?”, Abida asked, surely aware that this was music to the ears of her now fully broken lowly, subservient cuckold husband.

“Certainly, Abida, with great pleasure”, did I reply right away. “You can just continue using the Amex card that I gave you before you left for Istanbul. I’m so glad to see you bloom and evolve in this new yourself, sweetheart. Day after day, you’re becoming a new, indeed a more beautiful, new woman. And I am rejoiced to see that. I admit my inability to make this side of you come out and that you found the perfect Man who is able to compensate for my incompetence as a husband. ”

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

“Oh yes, Abida, my sweetheart! I would love to make your Man ready to own you once more!”, I answered, almost coming in my pants. Afraid to be refused, I decided to refrain asking her another favor, that is to show me the rosebud butt plug that she was certainly still wearing, as usual.

To be continued…

Faisal had bought expensive jewelry for Abida.

He also bought earrings like the ones here.

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Any updates Sweet?

An Upper Class Cuckold Lifestyle

Part 10

The house had never been so busy, which was quite different from our usual quiet domestic life. Faisal’s man and lady, and two of his sisters had arrived five days earlier. Given that the academic year had ended and her sabbatical year request had been granted, Abida was now free as a bird. It’s with obvious pleasure that she entertained her lover’s family members, at least some of them. And Amanda was kept quite busy preparing the meals, although with the occasional help of Abida, Faisal’s lady and… me.

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

But I found those two weeks with these special visitors quite enlightening in several respects. This exposed me to a culture which I was completely unaware of before, sometimes with more difficulty. For instance, it was rather tormenting for me to see Abida take a walk in the neighborhood every evening with Faisal’s lady and two sisters: three black and one white woman wearing Islamic dresses walking on the street, for all our neighbors to see; they must have been quite puzzled, wondering what was happening to us.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now undress me, cuckold”, said Abida with an authoritative voice. “ I’ll go in the pool for a while and then lie on a chaise longue for the whole day. When I come out of the water, you’ll put sunscreen all over my body. I feel miserable today.”

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

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

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

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

Abida’s bald white body was simply beautiful. Our Master Faisal had made her fully mature and just plump enough. Thanks to the augmentation procedure that she had a few weeks ago, her breasts were quite fuller, with protruding nipples. And her lip augmentation surgery was soon to come as well. She was very sexy, although nobody could notice it in her outer life, where she was an archetype of a reserved and prude woman. The use of her body was Master Faisal’s exclusivity, except for situations like this one, that were permitted as rewards for my consensual cuckoldry.

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

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

“Mmmmmm… I miss my Adored One so much…”, she uttered, moaning loudly. “If He was here, I would beg Him to fuck me hardddddd! I would beg Him to use my two holes… aghhhhhh!”

Lying on my own chaise longue, I dared to encourage her: “Master Faisal really fulfills you, doesn’t he? He gives you the pleasure you never experienced with me, doesn’t He? He made you love sodomy, didn’t He? He is your Real Man, isn’t He?”

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

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

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

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

I gave her another towel to clean her intimate part, not daring to do it myself with my mouth and tongue, knowing too well that it was “out of bounds”.

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

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

“Faisal and I discussed this aspect as well”, Abida readily added. “Here is our proposal: You stay with us in the house, of which you remain the owner. Your role will be one of a servant, not only supporting us but certainly obeying us, doing everything you can to please us and fulfill our expectations. Am I right to guess, knowing your submissive nature, that this arrangement could satisfy you?”

“Mmmmmmm….. yessss…”, I replied, almost whispering. Spontaneously, I began masturbating. “I am so happy that you both thought of keeping me. I know for a fact that you could have left me anyway. So I am very grateful to you both. And I will certainly thank Master Faisal warmly for this when He comes back.” Keeping masturbating, I added: “I feel privileged to be your dedicated servant. I will do everything to serve – and whenever you feel like it, to service – you.”

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

Hearing this made me come again, right in front of Master Faisal’s wife-to-be. She looked at me with a ladyly look, seeing how much this excited me.

“You masturbate quite a lot… This will have to be controlled if we want you to become a faithful and dedicated servant”, Abida told me. “I will have to discuss that with your Master.”

“I do want to be your true servant, Abida”, I replied. “My first priority in all our years together was your happiness. This will not change now; on the contrary, it will increase. I will do everything, and I mean everything, to please you two.”

“Very good, you have the right attitude, and your Master will be happy to know that. You know that Master Faisal is a true gentleman. He is grateful to you for what you have done for Him up until now. And He will see to it that you have rewards for having so willingly relinquished your rights as a husband and for being at our service in all aspects of our lives. Now, leave me alone, cuckold, I just want to dream of my husband”, Abida said while turning on her belly to ensure an even suntan.

To be continued…
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Here is the picture that was supposed to appear below part 10. Sorry about that.

Abida had a tattoo like this just above her vagina.

Everything is better in black and white

Great story!

i'm thinking that the wedding ceremony needs to start with cuck on his knee's swallowing Master Faisal's last premarital load for his and his guest' amusement!

sub4wife
Thanks very much for your appreciation. I'm working on part 11.
Everything is better in black and white

Amazing Story !
No wonder even the Great Goodhusband' loves this one !

Please continue...

Thank you