Chapter 7: Sheik Stephano pt .2

The mob put the two of us on the bed nude, and I could finally see my new wife. Her appearance was beautiful, but very strange to me. She had golden blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and skin the color of ebony. She had small breasts with dark purple nipples and areolas, and the vulva beneath her oddly blonde pubic hair was dark purple as well. She looked very afraid. The crowd wandered out, leaving us with her two former chaperones and her two new ones. All four sat in chairs near the bed.

The larger of the two brown cloth shapes said, “The duties of a chaperone are serious and holy. Chaperones stop their ward from having contact with anyone but her husband; ensure no part but her eyes, hands, and feet may be seen by anyone but her husband; and guarantee she pleases her husband. No other man may see or touch her, and she must do as her husband wishes at all times. If she resists pleasing her husband, the chaperones must strip her and hold her, so her husband may do as he likes. What the husband and chaperones do with the wife at home is private. If the wife needs punishment, no one outside the family may be told, to avoid shame. Do you accept these holy duties?”

Valery and Rebecca hesitated a moment in surprise, before nodding. “Yes.”

The smaller of the two said, “Our final duty is to assist and witness the bedding, then bring the blood cloth to the family. Do you wish us to hold her down, Sheik?”

“NO! No! I want her to be happy.”

“Very well. Once we witness the three penetrations and take the sheet, our duties are finished.”

“WHAT?”

Jettea nervously said, “You must sperm in my mouth, my womanhood, and my bottom before the first wedding banquet, husband. If not, I will be greatly dishonored. Please do this for me?” She laid on her back and spread her legs. The interior of her vagina was a bright pink beacon between her nearly black thighs.

I smiled and slowly approached her as I said, “I’ll be happy to.”

She looked afraid, expecting me to jump on and just start fucking. I gently felt her face with my fingers, played with her hair, and kissed her. I slowly fondled her breasts and thighs as I French kissed with her, before finally penetrating her hymen at least a half hour later. By the time I entered her, she was very wet and aroused. She was upset there was only a little blood. I asked why and was surprised by their culture and religion again.

“Husband, the blood cloth is put on the head table at the banquet, then hangs on a pole in front of our home for at least a week. More blood is a sign of honor and good fortune. I only had a few drops! Father will be very upset!” She returned to hugging my arm and crying.

I kissed her forehead and said, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

I took a blade from a razor in the bathroom. I cut my hand and encouraged it to bleed. I may have overdone it. I finally stopped when the blood spot on the sheet was the size of my chest. My new wife helped me bandage my hand, then kissed and held me a long time.

I moved around to 69 with her, and started licking her outer labia. She surprised me with, “What are you doing, husband? Men don’t do that in my country. It is dirty and foul!”

My stepmothers laughed and Valery said, “Poor girl, you have SO MUCH to learn.”

I licked and sucked my new wife to orgasm, and she grasped me and held me tightly. When she relaxed, I moved around and kissed her.

“THANK YOU! Thank you for doing that for me! No man in my country...”

I interrupted, “Men from your country seem to be arrogant jerks. Of course, I’ll do that for you, if you’re good to me too.”

“Thank you, husband!”

She was more than happy to suck me off while the other four women watched. She seemed to be very good at, for nearly a virgin.

After we had dinner, it was time for anal. Valery handed me a bottle of lube, and I made sure to get her bottom and my dick very slippery before starting. I slowly slid in, and held still a moment. “Are you okay, Jettea?”

“Mmmm, this is nice. My chaperones helped me prepare. There is no pain.”

“I’m glad. Tell me if you want me to slow down or stop.”

“Please, husband, let me be a woman.”

Valery and Rebecca had anal sex at least several times a week for years, and Jettea’s anus felt about the same. It was tight, but not enough to make it difficult. I happily thrust into her back door slowly at first, then sped up until I finished.

“Thank you, wife! So good! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, husband. I love you.” For the first time, she moved toward my face and made an effort to kiss me. “You are so very kind. Thank you!”

The larger brown lump said, “Our duties are finished here. Please hand me the sheet.”

I held my wife’s hand as we climbed off the bed, and Rebecca and Valery pulled the sheet off and replaced it with a fresh one.

A moment after the two lumps left the room and shut the door, Valery started clapping quietly, and Rebecca joined in. My wife blushed and joined in my laughter.

Rebecca asked, “She said what the chaperones and husband do to the wife at home stays in the home?”

Jettea suddenly looked very nervous again. “Yes. The bedroom and home are private. What did I do to deserve punishment? Husband?”

Rebecca chuckled. “Not punishment. Lay on your back and spread your legs. If you think it’s been great so far, what the three of us will do with you the rest of the night is gonna blow your mind.”

Valery and Rebecca each licked my new wife to another orgasm and I fucked her again. She barely had enough energy left to say, “Husband, chaperones, this is the best day of my life! The best day EVER! Thank you!”

Rebecca giggled and told her, “To us, that was an average Wednesday.”

When I woke, my three ladies were talking quietly on the other side of the bedroom.

Rebecca kissed Jettea’s cheek and said, “You make it better, though. You’re exotic and very pretty.”

Valery said, “The rules and customs of your country seem very foreign and strange to us. Can you tell us more please?”

Jettea said, “There are many, many laws and rules, but I am not educated in the law. You should speak to my father’s lawyer.”

I asked, “You said that since we’re married, I get to choose what customs and religion you will follow?”

“In Rabundu there is a saying. I will try to translate. ‘Train your camel and ride it where you like. If you sell it, you cannot tell the buyer how or where to ride it.’