Four months and ten days, had said Abida.
It has been a very busy period of time for the three of us. Of course, my work as CEO kept me quite active. Apart from that, Master Faisal had asked me to help Abida with her preparations for the wedding as such and the banquet that was to follow. This was to be an "intimate" wedding, the number of guests being limited to Master Faisal's family members and the imam. However, Faisal, after a few days of thinking, thought that it would be a good idea to invite the other vice presidents of my company along with their spouses. The two of us discussed the idea. His goal was to mark His superiority over me as the Master and owner of my ex-wife. I had some difficulties with that at first and asked to have some time to think the situation over. Again, I lived an ordeal of ambiguity and self- interrogation. In fact, the question was: was my submissive nature strong enough to outweigh the humiliation that my surrendering would imply in front of the vice presidents and would my professional authority be put at risk? After further discussions with Master Faisal and Abida, I finally agreed to His suggestion. That would be an opportunity for me to show my true nature to my colleagues, who would probably consider me as a genuine gentleman and an open-minded and progressive man.
Of course, I also had to make all the arrangements with my lawyer for a consensual out-of-court divorce. Abida wanted this to be settled as soon as possible, as all she was thinking of was to become Master Faisal's wife.
The paperwork was indeed dealt with very diligently. Indeed, my wife and I signed the official divorce document only two weeks after she had told me about her decision. It was an easy job for my lawyer. Abida was to retain half of my assets, including the real property and all my financial holdings such as shares in the company, bonds, etc. Furthermore, despite the fact that we were now co-owners of the house, she and Master Faisal were granted the full use of the premises as if they were the only owners, and I officially assigned the Cadillac Escalade to them. For my part, I retained the ownership of the CL-class Mercedez and the right to keep living in the house. Those arrangements were satisfactory to the three of us.
Despite the turmoil, I had time to sit back and review my married life with Abida, as well as our journey into the cuckold lifestyle and her love for Faisal. I couldn't even remember the last time that we had a complete sexual intercourse. We still loved each other but in a completely different way compared to our first years together. Our relationship was one of friendship, tenderness and mutual respect. And Master Faisal, bright as He was, maintained this relationship, always demonstrating respect, either at work or in our very special personal relations.
At the time being, I was forced to realize that we were at a turning point, and that there would be no coming back. I realized that I had lost Beth as a wife, recognizing that it was for the most part due to my inability to fulfill her sexual desires. Not only had she found a young Man who was able to satisfy her but she had felt in love with Him. All this made me discover my true submissive nature and that I drew pleasure from being cuckolded and made to submit to Abida and her Lover. What were merely fantasies at first now was a genuine desire to serve, being heightened by the sexual pleasure that this was giving me. My life – and certainly Abida's – had changed forever. Thus, after thorough thinking, I decided to do everything to be kept by the spouses-to-be as their subservient life partner. I would find out soon that my submissive role would cover all aspects of my life: financial, sexual and ordinary daily life.
Time went by too fast for my taste; for Abida, on the contrary, it was like decades. With the help of one of her future sisters in law, she had finally picked a very modest and totally "orthodox" (Abida being now deeply involved in her Islamic faith) white wedding gown in a specialized Eastern bridal shop, to which was fitted an eight-feet train and a niqab [a veil which covers the entire face]. The veil's purpose was to emphasize that the bride's face was to be seen first and only by her groom – who would lift it to exchange kisses – and the imam leading the ceremony. According to the Islamic ways, after the ceremony, Abida would wear, at the wedding party, another white wedding gown then showing her face to everyone, without a niqab. The two women also bought a great quantity of jewels and accessories, including a beautiful pair of thong sandals adorned with high-quality rhinestones. Of course, I gladly, and excitedly, paid the bills. My reward for that was tender kisses on the cheeks from both of the two very excited ladies.
Two days before the big day, the house was full of excitement. Master Faisal's complete family was there, occupying all the available rooms. So much that I was without a room myself. Master Faisal generously invited me to sleep in their bedroom... on the floor at the foot of their bed. This made me very aroused and excited, hiking up my kinky submissive inclinations and my fantasizing potential. On the first evening of "room sharing", I knocked on their door, waiting to be invited in. When I entered, I felt like my heart was going to explode. Master Faisal was sitting on the large armchair beside the bay window, wearing a full-length white djellaba. He was quite impressive, His black skin contrasting with the pure white of his robe. Abida was sitting at His feet, one of her arms holding His legs and her head leaning on His knees. She was also wearing a white see-through abaya [a full-body robe-like dress that covers the whole body except the face, feet and hands] with a hijab [a head scarf that leaves the face uncovered]. It was obvious that she was naked underneath. As usual now, she was wearing rings on every toe and finger, rows of bracelets anklets and large earrings. And the result of her lips augmentation surgery was now quite obvious: they were very pouting, like the lips of a good number of colored people. As for Abida's breast augmentation, which I knew she had undertaken too at the wish of her Lover, I did not have the opportunity yet to see the change. The sight of my 45 years old wife sitting in a submissive posture at the feet of her 24 years old Lover and Husband-to-be sent shivers across my body and made my cockette throb. It was quite an impressive and arousing portrait.
"Remove your clothes, wayne, as a sign of your humility," said Abida after I had closed the door behind me. "Later on, after we come back from our honeymoon and settle in our new life, you'll be required to wear djellabas [long loose-fitting unisex robes] too, however humble style ones."
I immediately obeyed her order, undressing and standing in the middle of the room, kind of embarrassed. My short dick was nestled in its steel chastity cage for some time now. This particular type of male chastity device enabled me to wash my diminutive penis thoroughly without the need to be unlocked. I still found it difficult not being able to masturbate, however this situation had the side effect of heightening my capacity to fantasize, which was certainly to the benefit of my Master and His queen as my fantasies were inevitably submission-oriented. I was gradually evolving toward mental sex as my chaste status was having the pervert consequence of increasing my urge to indulge in kinkier behaviors. My mind was busy with more deviant fantasies and I was waiting the right opportunities to express them verbally to titillate and please Master Faisal and Abida. I was in complete chastity now, Abida milking me on rare occasions, when she fancied it. This was somewhat disappointing, as she had said that she would milk me regularly.
"When my Master told me that He would invite you here, I was somewhat annoyed," admitted my soon-to-be ex-wife. "But I understood that He just wanted to be thankful to you. He's so generous, isn't He?"
