Chapter 15

Posted: August 29, 2006 - 09:53:51 pm?

I knew who Aludra was, because Jamilah had shared with me the story of how she ended up with Hassan. I think the other women received a watered down version that only mentioned Aludra as Jamilah's college roommate. I realized later that meeting Aludra in the hospital was another example of the way fate (or according to Basheera — Allah) was in control of my destiny. Before I knew it, we had invited Aludra to meet us for supper at the hotel at seven that evening. Having her over for dinner would combine letting Aludra and Jamilah catch up on each other's lives and for me to tell her about my ideas for the clinic. I didn't hold out much hope of Aludra giving up all this for a risky job in the desert, but I was still going to pitch the idea to her.

We were back at the hotel at two in the afternoon. I was still a little dragged out from the day before so I thought a nap was in order. The women, however, thought more shopping was in order. This time they wanted to visit a more traditional Arab souk (market) and look around. I gave each of them two thousand Kuwaiti dinars (about four hundred dollars) and told them to have fun. I had just gotten comfortable under the sheet, when someone knocked on the connecting door between the rooms. When I told them to come in, Adara opened the door and stepped into my room.

I had the heavy, thick drapes closed to keep out the brutally hot sun, so my room was semi dark. Adara was standing in the doorway backlit by the light from her room. Her dark brown wavy hair sparkled as it lay across her right shoulder and breast. She was wearing one of her baby doll outfits, this one burgundy satin and lace. She was as beautiful as any woman who had ever worn one of them.

"Am I bothering you, Neeko?"

"Not a bit, my Little One, I thought you went shopping with the others," I said patting the bed beside me.

I pulled the sheet back when she reached the bed. She slipped in to bed next to me and laid her head on my chest.

"My foot is very sore and my leg is tired from all the walking last night and today. I also wanted to be alone with you, Neeko. I want to thank you for taking me to the doctor. My father said that there was nothing that could be done for me and that I would always be lame. Then you come along and it looks like I might have a chance to walk normally soon. Basheera is right; you are a gift from Allah. When I walk normally, Neeko, I will make you proud to say I am your wife and I will be the best wife a man has ever had."

She gave her little speech so fiercely and with such conviction that it gave me goose bumps. I pulled her tight against me for a moment then pushed her to arms length so I could look at her face.

"Listen to me, Adara, I am proud that you consented to marrying me every minute of every day. I feel honored and very lucky that you chose to be my wife. Your twisted up foot means nothing to me other than I want it fixed so that you can walk normally. But I want that for you, not me. I have what I want; I've got you. I think you are the sweetest, smartest, sexiest woman alive."

My gaze was unwavering as I talked and Adara's eyes grew bigger and bigger. When I stopped talking, she finally blinked and gave a little shiver.

"When you say those things to me, Neeko, they go from my ear straight to my heart. Before I met you, I dreamed of being married like this, married to a man who loved me just for being me. Like all dreams, I never thought it would come true, I mean, after all, who would want the poor cripple girl? At first I thought you were just being kind, now I know you really love me. I don't really care how the operation turns out, because you make me the happiest woman in the world."

There was nothing left to do but cement our love by making love. I stripped us both naked and pulled her on top of me. She didn't sit up and ride me; instead we wrapped ourselves around each other, putting as much of our skin in contact as possible. We were moving barely at all, just a steady, slow tantric grinding that kept building until we both exploded. It was the sort of orgasm that you feel in your soul, the pleasure radiating out from your core, until it leaves you blissfully limp. Adara stayed right where she was, snuggled on my chest. I was still deeply buried in her but starting to go soft. Thinking about going soft made me flinch hard enough to disturb the almost sleeping Adara.

"What's wrong, husband, are you in pain?" she mumbled.

"We didn't use protection," I gasped.

The little minx giggled and snuggled up even tighter against me.

"I know and it was marvelous that way. I could feel the cloak of your zakar moving in me. I will start my monthlies tomorrow or the next day, anyway, I can sense the change coming on me. I think you will have to figure out a way for us to make love like this all the time."

Reassured by her declaration that she was starting soon, I relaxed. Next thing I knew, someone was knocking on my door again. I swished Adara's fragrant hair out of my face and gently woke her up. She grumbled lazily and rolled off me to the side away from the door. I stood up, put on my boxer-briefs and opened the door. Jamilah smiled at me and said it was time to prepare for our supper meeting with Aludra. I nodded and headed towards the shower.

Dinner was fun and lively, Aludra had a razor sharp wit and a good sense of humor. She was a petite woman about the same height as Fatima, but slimmer. Unlike my wives, she was very outgoing and outspoken. Her western styled clothing contrasted sharply with my wives' abayas. Her shoulder length black hair was styled to highlight her large almond shaped eyes. I was immediately drawn to her and I could tell she felt the same way. She also shared a lot of lingering looks with Jamilah. The only thing that kept the looks from being smoldering was the presence of the other women at the table. When the meal was finished, the younger women went up to our room and left the three of us alone.

"So, Altair Hassan, Jamilah tells me you are a prince among men and that you treat her much better than your uncle did. I hope that is so," she said challengingly.

I shrugged and asked her where she went to medical school. She said she went to Duke University, in the United States. I figured it was time to be straight with her.

"That's a very good school," I said in English.

Her delicate eyebrows arched up when I spoke. She looked at Jamilah then back at me.

"You are not from Cyprus are you?" She asked.

I decided that I owed Aludra the whole story, so I laid it out for her. I had to smile at her expression of disbelief. Aludra turned to Jamilah, who confirmed everything I had said, and added more of her own.

"Neeko saved us and the farm. He attacked Hassan with his bare hands to protect us, even though Hassan had a gun and had shot him once already. Then he saved Fatima's life with his medical skills. He married six of us, gave us equal shares in the farm and then gave us very large dowries without attaching strings to the money. He brought us here to shop, we thought, but it was just a ploy so he could have Adara looked at by a specialist. And he is the best lover in the world, how could we not love him?"

Aludra smiled at me in amusement, as I blushed at Jamilah's high praise. There was something else in her eyes too, wistfulness maybe.

"That all sounds wonderful, Jamilah, I'm gladdened that you have finally found happiness. Maybe I will someday, myself," Aludra said with a sad little smile.

I studied both Aludra and Jamilah for a minute, then had one of my wilder ideas. I asked Aludra to excuse us for a minute, and leaned over to whisper my notion in Jamilah's ear. Jamilah pulled back in shock and looked at me to see if I was serious. When she saw I was, she thought for a few seconds, then gave me an affirmative nod. I gave her a smile and squeezed her hand before turning towards Aludra.

Aludra Hakari reflected that her life had been much better than Jamilah's after the dormitory matron caught them together. She, too, had been sent away by her parents, but instead of a marriage to a desert farmer twenty years her senior, she'd been shipped to the United States to live with her mother's cousin. Two things kept her from Jamilah's fate, one was that her parents were lackadaisical Moslems at best; the other was that they were filthy rich and well connected. The event in the dormitory had been embarrassing for her parents, but it wasn't the humiliation it had been for Jamilah's folks.

The cousin was a professor of physics at Duke University in North Carolina. She spent fourteen years in the Raleigh -Durham area of North Carolina, all of that time as either a student or employee of Duke University or the Duke Medical Center. She did her residency in Family Practice and stayed affiliated with the Duke Medical Center afterward. When Saddam was kicked out of power, she went back to Baghdad with the aim of helping to rebuild her native country. After a couple of months, the car bombings and insurgent attacks caused her parents to once again send her out of the country, this time to Kuwait. She had been cooling her heels for over two years, waiting for it to be safe enough for her to return.

The sound of Nick's voice brought her back to the present.

"Aludra, I see a lot of how I used to be in you. I see the vague dissatisfaction you have about your life and the need you have for something you can't quite define. Maybe the way for you to find happiness is by joining our family and helping us establish a medical clinic out in al Warabi. It will certainly be nothing like you have here, but it would be rewarding in other ways," he said.

She leaned back in her chair and stared at him in confusion.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" she asked in disbelief

"We are asking you to marry us," he corrected. "I'm also asking you to be my partner in opening a clinic. Listen, I know this might seem strange to you, but I think there is an attraction between you and me and I know there is one between you and Jamilah. Why don't we go up to my room and talk about all this. You don't have to make up your mind tonight."

Aludra sat stone still for almost a minute, as she waged battle with herself. What Nick was proposing was very much something she wanted. She liked men and women both, but she usually had stretches of preferring one to the other. Here was a chance to stop having to choose one relationship over the other. Here was also an opportunity to practice her considerable medical skills where they would actually do some good. Her impulsive nature, that part of her she tried to smother with the discipline she learned as a doctor, asserted itself. Besides, the two of them sitting across from her had her aroused to a fever pitch just from thinking about it all.

"Let's go," she said.

Aludra and I sat in my room's two chairs, while Jamilah perched on the end of the king-sized bed. Our conversation started awkwardly as we were all moving into uncharted territory. I was not at ease, because for the first time, I was the one attempting to expand our family. Aludra seemed suddenly nervous about the whole thing also, so I started off the conversation speaking about my plans for a clinic to treat the residents in and around the small oasis town of al Warabi. I told her of the equipment I'd already purchased and what else I hoped to buy. Aludra made some valid suggestions about what else we needed and where it was available.

When our conversation about the clinic ran out of steam, Jamilah surprised me by bringing the conversation back to the personal.

"Aludra, you were my first and only love until Allah sent us Nick. I never lost that love for you, and now that I have found you, I don't want to lose you again. Neeko knew this without me telling him. Putting aside what I want, you deserve a husband as good as him, you deserve to be happy, too."

Aludra jumped up and rushed to the bed to hug Jamilah. They held each other as they cried with the joy they felt at being reunited after all these years. I sat and watched, my heart swelling with the happiness I felt for them. Jamilah regained her composure first and started kissing away Aludra's tears and murmuring in her ear. As soon as Aludra quieted down Jamilah called me over to the bed, motioning me to sit on the other side of Aludra. Jamilah none too gently pushed Aludra back onto the bed.

"Close your eyes, Aludra, and let us show you this one time what our marriage is like," Jamilah whispered huskily.

At a nod from Jamilah, we started the double team technique we use on Tahani. I'm happy to say that the results with Aludra were just as spectacular. One thing I noticed right away was that Jamilah was much more forceful with Aludra. I looked at my wife quizzically; she shot me a grin and winked.

"You should know, my wonderful husband, that should this one become our wife, you will need to take a firm hand with her, because she is a spoiled and willful woman who is used to getting her way in all things."

I noticed Aludra had a nice little body, as we worked our way down it. Her breasts were on the small side, but were firm and sensitive, her waist was trim and her small ass was almost as nice as Adara's. Aludra had a small rectangle of hair above her mons. Jamilah pulled on it with her teeth and told Aludra it had to go, Aludra shivered and nodded. I allowed Jamilah the honors of bringing her old friend to her first orgasm of the evening, while I took off my clothes. Then we switched places while Jamilah stripped off her abaya. I gave her a thumbs-up when I saw the dark blue camisole and tap pants set she was wearing. I stayed in place and brought Aludra off again as Jamilah roughly tweaked and bit her nipples. I was going to let Aludra catch her breath after her strong climaxes, but Jamilah wouldn't allow it.

"It's time for you to please me, odalik (concubine)," Jamilah said as she moved onto the bed.

Aludra was on her knees between Jamilah's thighs in a flash. Jamilah pulled the leg of her tap pants aside and pulled Aludra's face into her slippery slit. Aludra's little ass was waving around in the air at the end of the bed and at almost the perfect height. I walked up behind her and fisted my dick up and down her wet sex a couple of times.

"Do I need to use a rubber?" I asked.

She shook her head vigorously no, so I lined myself up and thrust forward. Three inches of my cock was swallowed up on the first stroke. Aludra's head came up and she moaned, but Jamilah grabbed her hair and pulled her back down. Aludra was not a novice at the art of love. She went about pleasing all three of us with skill and unbridled enthusiasm. Her pussy wasn't the tightest I'd ever had, but she had amazing muscle control to make up for it. Jamilah came first, and Jamilah also came second. Then it was Aludra's turn and she had a big one. Finally, it was my turn, and I didn't get cheated, as my balls felt as if they were coming out the head of my dick.

We all collapsed on the bed, Aludra cuddled between my wife and me. When she caught her breath, Aludra turned to Jamilah.

"You two have done that before," she said accusingly.

Jamilah just giggled. "There is much love in the home of Altair Hassan, if you join us there will be even more."

Aludra remained noncommittal about marriage, but she did do some things that helped us greatly. Before we returned to Iraq four days later, she managed to get Fatima examined by an obstetrician. Fatima and the baby both checked out as healthy and her pregnancy was termed normal in all regards. Fatima was on cloud nine as she clutched the sonogram of her unborn baby boy. Aludra also started Adara on birth control pills and prescribed them for Tahani and Kalila also. We went home with a six month supply for each of them. And finally, Aludra insisted that Jamilah and Adara stay at her home after Adara's surgery, for as long as needed.

There were no repeat performances with Aludra for Jamilah or me. My wife insisted that if anything ever happened again between any of us, it would be after we were married. We exchanged phone numbers with Aludra and headed back to Iraq six days after we arrived. It had been an enjoyable visit, but we were all antsy to get back to our home.

The day after our joyful homecoming, the women all huddled together for a meeting that Basheera had called. I was summarily dismissed from the proceedings and banished with a honey do list. The list was two pages long; you'd have thought I'd been gone a year. I was replacing a drip line in the center greenhouse, when Zahrah walked in. I stopped what I was doing and turned towards her. Something about Zahrah was different, but I could not put my finger on it.

"Does your mother need me in the house?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Mother did not send me out here, I came to talk to you."

I leaned back against the potting table and regarded her. Yes, she was definitely different today; she looked and sounded more mature somehow. She did not appear nervous around me as she usually was.

"What is on your mind?" I asked.

"I want to be your wife, Neeko, but I also want to go to university. Mother and your other wives said I can do both, but I need to know how you feel about it."

I ignored the part about marriage and asked her what she wanted to study in college. She became animated as she talked about being a schoolteacher and maybe learning about computers. I smiled at her enthusiasm; it was heartening to see her finally excited about something.

"You can go to university in either Jordan or Kuwait and study whatever you want, but we don't have to be married for you to do that," I said.

She looked at me and her bottom lip started to tremble.

"You do not wish to marry me any more?" she asked in a hurt sounding voice.

I took her hands in mine and pulled her toward me.

"Of course I want to marry you, nothing has changed my mind about that. I just want you to know that marrying me is not a condition for you going to university."

Zahrah was all smiles when she went back to the house. Later that evening, Basheera, Zahrah and I sat down to negotiate our marriage contract. The negotiations were mostly a review for Zahrah's benefit of the contract I had with Kalila. I insisted on a side agreement with Zahrah concerning her dowry, the same as I did with Kalila, and I added a provision to it about the cost of her college education. Basheera was adamant that she would pay for half of Zahrah's education.

Basheera spent the night with me that night. After a very sweet bout of lovemaking, we talked about all that was transpiring in our lives. We talked about how much and how fast our lives were changing and what we both wanted for the future of our growing family. We both agreed that keeping our family and way of life intact was the most important thing to us. Yes, we were going to improve our lifestyle, but we weren't going to make a head long rush into the modern world. I told Basheera that I wanted and expected her to keep me grounded and let me know if I was doing anything that might harm what we had. She laughed and patted my cheek.

"Do not worry about that, Habib, I will be as fierce as a lioness when it comes to protecting our family."

The next day, Basheera and Zahrah went to the mosque to do their thing with the imam to make the marriage official. That night was a repeat of my first night with Kalila. The big difference between Zahrah and her sister was that Zahrah was not a very sexual creature. I did manage to arouse her enough with my fingers and tongue to coax an orgasm from her, but that was about it. I worried that it was because she wasn't attracted to me, and said something about it the next day to Basheera. Basheera assured me that Zahrah loved me and would grow to like sex more in the future.

Three weeks passed quickly and it was time to deliver Adara for her surgery. We took the big van this time, because I wanted to pick up some medical equipment and supplies, plus a few other things. I removed two rows of seats to make room for cargo. Besides Adara and Jamilah, Kalila and Zahrah were making the trip. Basheera adamantly refuse to go. She wasn't comfortable leaving Tahani and a heavily pregnant Fatima home alone.

We departed for Kuwait at four in the morning and were checked in the Marriott by two-thirty. We rested through the afternoon. Aludra arrived at six and took everyone except Adara and me to the mall. Adara was nervous about her surgery, so I tried to comfort and reassure her. We had dinner delivered to my room and talked about the future. Adara and Kalila were seriously thinking about joining Zahrah in furthering their education. Kalila wanted to take some nursing courses and Adara was interested in business administration. Adara thought that we needed a trained person in the family to manage our businesses. Adara dragged me to the bedroom after dinner and had her way with me. Adara was thrilled that we could have sex without a rubber again as it was right before her period. She was even more thrilled that after her period we could do it unprotected like bunnies because of the birth control pills.

The other women returned at nine-thirty and I was treated to another fashion show. Jamilah and Aludra had only picked up a few things for themselves but they had loaded up Zahrah and Kalila. Zahrah had shopped with an eye towards a school wardrobe; we had an appointment in two weeks to register her at the University of Philadelphia's Jordanian campus. Kalila did the truly amazing shopping. With Aludra advising her, Kalila had bought some western style clothing that accentuated her long, lean, fashion model body. When Aludra sent her vamping into my room wearing a tight black skirt and a white blouse, all the blood in my body went straight to my dick. Kalila blushed and giggled when I told her anytime she wanted to be ravished all she had to do was wear that outfit around me.

We checked a frightened Adara into the hospital the next morning and stayed with her all day. Aludra had arranged for a cot in her room, so Jamilah could stay there through the night. Adara went into surgery the next morning; it took five hours to reconstruct her ankle. The surgeon told us that the procedure had gone well, and that because Adara's bones were still growing, chances were excellent that she would have a nearly normal gait when the cast was removed and she received some physical therapy. I was allowed to see my youngest wife as soon as she awoke. She was groggy from the anesthesia, but happy about the surgeon's cautious optimism.

We stayed in Kuwait for three more days and helped move Adara into Aludra's home. Aludra had a spacious and nice three-bedroom condo overlooking the sea. It reminded me of the one I just sold in Daytona. When we had Adara all set up, we headed back to the farm. It had been tough for me leaving Adara and Jamilah, but at least I was confident they were in good hands. My wives kissed and hugged me, making me promise over and over that I'd call them often and come for them as soon as Adara could go home.

During the six days we were there, I talked to Aludra quite a bit about my clinic idea. She turned me on to some sources of equipment and even talked the hospital administrator into donating some supplies. I could tell that she was leaning towards at least helping me get the clinic started, so I didn't press her about anything else. I will say that she was almost as affectionate towards me as my wives; she was just as quick as they were to give me a hug or a kiss.

My big shopping coup was buying a complete satellite system for the farm. The package included a dish, television receiver, and high-speed modem for Internet access and e-mail. I signed up for an entertainment package that included a variety of English and Arabic television stations and even a few premium movie channels. We might be physically isolated from the rest of the world, but we would at least know what was going on.
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