Author's note. This is a continuation of my previous story 'My Egyptian Romance.' Although not essential, I suggest you read that first.
Chapter 02: Betrothed
I was besotted with him. No, that suggests a temporary crush and that was not what I felt for Ahmed. I was in love with him as I had been for most of the six months I had known him. We met when I had a holiday at the hotel he ran in Sharm el Sheikh, which is on the Sinai Peninsula of Egypt. I was alone. He lived in Cairo with his wife and children, but stayed at the hotel for ten-day spells, also alone. He is forty-four, I am twenty-four. He is dark, brown eyed and husky, I am blonde, blue eyed and slim.
It took us four days of my holiday to get round to having sex. For the rest of the ten days we had it at least twice most days; he is an awesome fuck with fantastic stamina and recovery powers, for his age.
As the ten-day holiday came near to its end I said to Ahmed that I would stay longer, but visa restrictions prevented that. Instead I suggested I go home and book another holiday. He had a better idea.
"Why not get a job at the hotel?" he asked one night just after we had a bout of, as usual, spectacular sex. "I can help you."
I did and we had several wonderful weeks of me working near his office and us sneaking meetings for sex, usually in vacant rooms in the hotel, although twice he had me in the office!
Then one day I felt desolated as he told me he was leaving and going to live in Cairo because an uncle had died and he was needed to run a family business. Almost immediately I felt better, though, for he told me he wanted me to work for him in Cairo. I moved there and after a few weeks in a hotel, which was so wonderfully convenient for our lovemaking I moved into a company apartment mid-way between the office and his home.
To get the job I had to meet Halima, Ahmed's wife and that was so frightening. This was necessary as it was her family that owned the multi-billion US dollar turnover conglomerate of which Ahmed's family were minority shareholders, and she was the group HR director. Surprisingly we got on very well and I liked her. I would have preferred not to really, for it made fucking her husband more difficult; I managed to cope though!
She was delightful. Friendly, warm and intelligent we seemed to build a quick rapport. She appeared to be very interested in me, my life in the UK and my work at the Hyatt in Sharm and asked loads of questions, but not in an interrogatory manner. It didn't occur to me until afterwards that I had been thoroughly interviewed, but it did cross my mind a couple of times as we were chatting as to whether she suspected anything was going on between Ahmed and me.
She was more attractive than in the photo Ahmed had shown me. She had fabulous, big, almond-shaped, very dark brown eyes and glorious long, black hair that she wore up with some ringlets falling down the sides of her face. She had the typical Arab prominent nose, but as she was quite large featured and had very full lips it was not unsightly; a little like that old actress, Sophia Loren or the British Princess Anne.
Taller than me, around five seven I guessed, Halima was clearly a large girl, but everything was in proportion. She was quite broad shouldered, had big hips, thickish legs and truly spectacular breasts; they must have been at least a double D cup.
Fortunately, I didn't have to see her again until my probation ended and I had my first appraisal, which was with her; she handled them for all HO staff. That went well and again we got on ok with her asking a load of quite probing questions again making wonder whether she knew or suspected anything about her husband and me.
I didn't see Ahmed for a couple of days after meeting his wife as he was in Bahrain for meetings. He got back early evening on a Tuesday and came straight to the apartment.
"Halima thinks I am arriving back tomorrow" he told me as we had room service dinner in my room with him, as usual going into the bathroom when the waiter delivered the dinner.
Having eaten we had sex. It was quite casual and easygoing, but as always was nice. We had it with both of us lying on our sides facing each other with me lifting my left leg and wrapping it round his waist.
He was obviously staying the night, which I loved so there was no rush and we lounged around naked on the bed watching TV for a while.
"Halima said the meeting went well" he said with his arm round my shoulder his fingers dangling down caressing the top of my breast.
"Yes she is very nice, I like her."
"Good she does you too" he replied cupping my boob and pinching my nipple.
"Mmm that's lovely" I murmured as he kissed me and I cradled his growing cock in my hand.
"She again asked me so many questions" I told him.
"Well it was your formal appraisal and she is very curious about you?"
"Why is that? Does she suspect something."
"Not suspect Sammi" he said slipping his other hand between my legs, which I opened for him."
"What then?"
"She knows about us."
"What. How much?" I said feeling mortified.
"Pretty much everything, she has to."
"What do you mean has to?" I almost shouted pulling myself away from him."
"Well you see my darling" he started as cool as a cucumber adding. "It is part of our custom almost our law."
"Why is it?"
"Because Sammi before you can be my second wife the first has to know everything and by custom has to approve."
"Oh fuck what do you mean?"
"I mean my darling that I want you to become my second wife and come and live with Halima and me. Will you do that Sammi?"
It took some time for that to sink in. I had no thoughts of marriage, it wasn't on my radar, it wasn't something I ever considered and certainly not, obviously, as a second wife to a Muslim.
"You don't have to answer now my darling, but please think about it very seriously will you?"
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