I am the first wife, lover and concubine of a man who is married to four other women and the fictitious articles that will follow are both my fantasies and my experiences.
We met at Princeton in a comparative religion class. He swept me off my feet with his bedroom eyes, his chiseled chin, and poetry that would send chills and tingles throughout my body. His demeanor in bed unmatched dominating yet submissive, rough yet gentle, self serving yet romantic.
Neither of us intended this to go beyond the spring semester as he would return home to his mytical land where dark goddesses awaited him and I would return to the metropolis I so loved. We pushed each others imaginations and creativity flowed. We experimented and found new joys and we knew each others deepest wants, deepest secrets and knew they were safe keeping with each other as we would return to different worlds. We separated in the summer for what we said was the end.
In the fall we were back in each others arms after a painful summer without each other. We spent the following years together until I became pregnant with his child and we wed in secret. He took me home to this mystical castle where 2 would be brides were whisked away once I exited the car.
The state I was in was the only thing that allowed us to be together. He was allowed to have his son as long as I became the concubine as that is all that his parents were willing to acknowledge me as. No official divorce occured and no religious divorce took place as my husband would not have it. My status of first wife is with him. To the rest of the family it is the precious one that they chose for him. I sleep in the haram with the rest of the harem girls off limits to all but my husband while his other wives sleep in the main house.
However, being a concubine has its rewards as you shall see:
Part One:
Aleem and I spent the day together as is customary, although, I wasn't sure how long his parents will allow us to spend our days together. I had just that week started sleeping in the Harem. For the passed three months we had shared "our" room and had been inseparable. The passed week had delivered both a shock in regards to my surroundings and a pain in my separation from my husband.
It had now been longer than a week since I had felt my husband's bare body against my own, since I have known his touch and I ached for him. I keep my eyes closed as much as possible while I am here, but I could not manage any sleep and find that I can not at times (most times) resist watching the girls and their visitors. Each girl extravagently beautiful. Each girl's body reflecting the hours of devoted excercise each one does in the mornings.
Evenings are loud with music and chatter as the girls are required to be awake most part of the night, most anxiously awaiting the one who brought them here, the one man that they dare to love, the one man that they will whore themselves to be with. I am off limits to all but Aleem. I wonder if this rule will be obeyed as I can see one of Aleem's cousins, Faruk, has been rather friendly in appropriate conversation, but I can feel his gaze upon me even when he is in the company of the other girls.
The harem consists of one large room, extavagently decorated in a gold, cream and royal purple theme - there are cushioned floor pillows along the open walls in the center of the back wall of the room is a very large bed with gold sheer curtains that are hung from the ceiling, enclosing the bed. Another set of velvet purple drapes are drawn back and against the wall, a track on the ceiling shows that the drapes can be drawn around the bed as well. Towards the front of the room at the main enterance is a fireplace, two gold velvet couches and a plasma television, our living room. There are seven other beds, all king size within the room along the walls. Some chaise chairs are scattered throughout the sleeping area. Next to my bed a window box overlooking the courtyard, directly accross from my window is "our" room. I watch as my husband walks out of our bathroom toweling his hair off, he wears only a white towel which beautifully contrasts his gorgeous dark skin. He places his hand upon the window and I upon mine. He is off to sleep and I watch as he drops his towel by the side of the bed and climbs into his side.
Aleem and I have learned to use our laptops to communicate with each other in the evening and while it is not the same as feeling each other's touch and hearing each other whisper these fantasies into each other's ears, it keeps us close. Fittingly, most of our fantasies have been about Aleem watching me with one of the Harem girls. He has been very persistant about my befriending them and encouraging me to further explore this side.
It was no wonder when Sumeya came and sat accross from me that I didn't brush her off with wanting to sleep as I had previously. Sumeya was here for Faruk and up until now I had used caution wary that this may lead to unpleasantries but tonight's exchange with Aleem left me craving more. Left me in a state of wanting to be touched, wanting to be brought to complete satisfaction.
Sumeya wore a sheer orange scarf trimmed with small gold coins framing her face and the matching orange face veil, all emphasizing the sensuality of her large dark green eyes. She wore a sheer orange top and a sheer orange wrap. Underneath, a demi-cup red bra trimmed with a thin fine black lace, black panties peeking out from under the matching red thin garter that sat on her hips. Her thigh highs: red, and she wore velvet brown stilleto heels accented with orange and red beads and sequins.
I closed my laptop and Sumeya said, "Off to bed, huh?"
