The Third Wife
The
Third Wife
By
Jordan
Silver
Copyright©
2014 Alison Jordan
All
Rights Reserved
Table of Contents
She's nothing like I
knew and everything I knew I wanted. She captivated me from the start. There
were whispers of Jezebel, but no one would dare say it to my face. She'd come
here to marry me, a union that had been in the works since her birth eighteen
years ago. Our fathers had forged the bond I was only eight myself at the time.
My two other marriages were also arranged.
Arlene was my first wife; she’s my good girl. She does all the things her
mother had taught her. Kept a good house, baked a good pie, took care of me;
like a mother. I already had one of those.
Sharon, now Sharon filled me with lust, for
about three months. Until her vapid shallowness turned me to stone. I conjugate
for duty's sake. I've been doing it for years now. I'm a twenty-six-year-old
heir to what amounts to a small kingdom and my life is empty.
Until she
came; now there's color in my world again. She laughs and it's like tinkering
bells. I want to bask in her light all day. The others have noticed, they see
how I can't keep my eyes from her.
There will be trouble or at the very least
stirrings, but I will not put up with such a thing in my home. There will be
peace, I will see to it. She will be welcomed or none will remain.
Alana
This shit is all
kinds of fucked! Who takes a Bel Air princess and moves her to Fuckville to
marry a hayseed that she's never met? All because of some archaic duty to my
father B…u...t, if I wanted to stay in Jimmy Choos and Cartier I have to toe
the line. I didn't mind so much. It's not like I didn't know this was coming,
this has always been on the horizon. I was raised to be his. I was never meant
to live anywhere else but here.
But then something happened with my dad's
company and we moved to 'the outside world'. I was well versed in the ways of
my ancestors, my duty to bear sons, yadda, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah.
We'll just see about that. I'll do my part because my father's word had been
given. We still have family here, prominent family, and my future husband was
the heir after all. But I would do this shit my way. I've met the other wives,
what they don't know might hurt them. You see I don't do second best, fuck a
third, I might share him, but on my terms.
Step back bitches
and watch me work. I'm a whole new thing. The one Arlene tried to draw me in
with her syrupy sweet bullshit, I saw right through her ass. No way bitch, I
swam with the sharks in Cali, you're not even a jellyfish. The other one was a
vapid wasteland of...I don't know the fuck what. She was pretty enough I guess,
but her type had been done to death. In a world of blue-eyed blondes I stood
the fuck out as a raven-haired beauty. I'm five three with a rack that'll make
grown men weep. Oh I know my attributes believe me, I also know this farm boy
won't know what hit him. I might not have had sex yet, but mom was not lax in
the teaching department. I know how to work my shit.
These bitches with their behind the hand
whispers and envious eyes won't move me. Yes I'm unconventional but this is the
US of fucking A in the twenty first century, so back the fuck off. I might bow
to the dictates of my father to a point, but I run me. No one else, and they
all know this. Including Jonathan Jackson reigning head of the Valley. He'd
agreed he had no choice. I wasn't privy to the particulars of the marriage
contract. That was between the big men, all little ole me needed to do was show
up and get married. Fuck that.
First order of business, give my new husband
the business good and proper. Drop it like it's motherfucking hot. Jezebel my
ass, I'm no whore I'm not here to destroy a nation. But this is my life, I want
a happy one, since it's to be here I'll make the best of it. If I have to fight
for my place I will. Where I come from, top billing is the goal. Watch me work
this shit.
"Shit mom, is that him? He's fuck
hot." That's what I said the first time I clapped my eyes on my future
baby daddy.
"Yum, yum, gimme some."
"Alana Nicole, please act with a modicum of decorum."
"Bitch please, I know you're thinking the same damn
thing."
"You have a point, don't tell your father, but that husband
of yours is scrumptious."
"Thank you daddy." I licked my lips. Wow.
"Where the
fuck are
the suspenders
and shit?"
"Alana shh, language." She looked
around to see if anyone else had overheard, like I gave a shit. I wasn't
playing pretend with these bitches.
Who did they think they were fooling? Human
beings are human beings no matters what else they called themselves. Envy,
jealousy, horniness, everything with a heartbeat felt these things. If they
thought that because they dressed like Buddhist monks that made them better
than me they could go fuck themselves. Hollywood is the fucking land of make
believe, this shit is a walk in the park. If they fucked with me I'd stomp one
of their asses into the ground. I'll make it the ringleader, that'll teach the
rest of them to back the fuck off. Don't think for a second that I think I'm
better than them. That’s not my style. But I'll be fucked if I let them put on
ears with me. "He's not Amish Alana, besides he's a bit modernized like
you, he did go to Harvard you know.
"Okay, okay, keep your shorts on chica,
shh, shh, here he comes.
Shit he was
hot, I felt my ovaries stand up and clap, my twat wasn't too quiet either.
Damn I'm bad; when's the wedding again, oh
yeah in two days. I can't wait to give it up. Woot woot. Okay now. I might have
to reevaluate this sharing shit, I'm gonna need at least a year of me time.
Those bitches were gonna cry a river. Wait until I broke out the La Perla on
his ass.
Whoo
hoo
can't
wait. I wonder if he knows any other positions than missionary? I'm an
adventurous girl; I want to try it all. Well if he doesn't know I'll just have
to teach him.
"Hello, Alana." Sweet merciful heavens
take me
take
me now. Swoon.
Cody
She's magnificent up
close like this. I can't wait to touch her. Even with her mother here and
surrounded by a roomful of people I find it hard to control the urges that
threaten to overpower me.
As surprising as they were
welcomed.
This wasn't lust. I was very familiar with that emotion, but
this whatever it is, was more, so much more. I will have to walk a very fine
line here. There was going to be hurt feelings and bruised egos abounding if I
didn't handle this just right. There were rules and obligations I had to keep,
it's the way of our people.
It didn't matter if I loved one more than the
other, they are all my responsibility. I knew because of her unconventional
upbringing, because she wasn't raised here among us it might be hard for her to
fit in. I also knew that there would be some who would seek to ostracize her. I
will put down any uprising that threatens her. Fight everyone and everything
that comes against her. She too is my responsibility.
The moment
she set foot on my turf, the contract became sound, binding. Though it will be
two days before the marriage ceremony, she was already mine, had been mine
since birth. I've never had to use my power as heir before, not really. I would
do it now though if need be. To shield, to protect what's mine.
Alana
Okay, shit was
getting serious. My girl was very happy. She kept screeching at me to get on
with it. Two days bitch; you can hold on for two more days. You held out for
the past two years when your girlfriends were getting their cherries popped
left and right. I could do this, I told the slut puppy to calm down. Then the
fucker smiled at me and fucked up my whole program. Who is this guy? There's no
way this guy is what he seems. There's a whole lot more going on under that
conservative GQ exterior. I hope he can fuck, make good on what that face and
that body promised. What! I should be happy with a pretty face and a limp dick?
Can you say grounds for divorce? Though they don't believe in that shit here.
Whatever.
Cody
"Shall we walk?" I extended my hand
for her to follow me. I’d decided to walk in the gardens instead of the
traditional courtyard. Here there will be less prying eyes. Not that I expected
anything untoward to happen, but the way I felt, I wasn't taking any chances. I
just might try to steal a kiss. I took her hand as soon as I was sure we were
out of sight. An electric shock caught both of us unawares as we looked at each
other and laughed. It was so freeing, so liberating to laugh like that. I don't
remember the last time I'd done it.
"So tell me about yourself Alana." She
swung our hands between us; I doubt she even realized she was doing it.
"What would you like to know Cody?" I
like her voice, smooth and somewhat alluring in one so young.
"Everything." I saw the pulse in her throat jump as I
ran my thumb lightly across her palm.
"That's a lot, let's see, I'm an honor student English Lit is
my fav. And I love the classics, lit and music both. I love long walks after sunset,
or driving into the country side on lazy Sundays."
"All very grown up for one so young. What do you like to do
most for fun?"
"Horse back riding, though I haven't been able to enjoy it
for a while. I'd like to get back into it here though if that’s okay."
"I own a few, I mean we own a few since
whatever I have is now yours as well."
"Along with
your other women." Ah, yes, the elephant in the room so to speak. I've
been agonizing over this since the day I knew she was coming home. It's hard
enough for women raised here, who knew only this way of life, to accept the
sharing. How much harder must it be for a young girl who was raised in an
environment so far removed? Will it break her spirit? Will she ever adjust? All
these things have been plaguing my mind, and still I had no answers. All I knew
was that I would do whatever it takes. My heart and body had already spoken. I
could feel her so strongly, like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
"Is this what you want Alana?" I had
to ask, had to be fair even if the answer killed me. Since the first moment I’d
seen her I’d known. I’d felt it. What she would come to mean to me was
something I looked forward to.
"What do you mean?"
She seemed apprehensive at my question. I didn't know myself why I had
asked, but I needed to know the answer. "This life, here with me, us, can
you do this?"
"Can I not do this? I mean isn't the contract written in
stone or something?" Her laugh was just a tad uncomfortable.
"There's always a way around everything
Alana. If you were completely against this for instance I could not force you
no matter what our fathers have agreed to."
I meant the words I said even as I resented
them. I wanted her to want this, to want me. I wanted the chance to get to know
the woman I’d glimpsed behind her eyes. The ones that now watched me as if
searching for answers.
"You do know you can be honest with me
right?" I stopped next to the stone bench in the rose garden guiding her
to sit.
"I don't know you Cody."
"But would you like to?"
I looked into her eyes as I held my breath
awaiting her answer. The next few minutes could decide whether we went forward
or not; or more to the point how we went forward. Because after the ceremony
was performed there would be no turning back. I had been assured that she was
aware of these things. That she had been taught in the ways of our people for
all that she was raised elsewhere. I wanted her like I'd never wanted before,
everything in me cried out for me to claim her. But I'm not one to be selfish,
I wouldn't force her into a life of misery. I would hate to crush that
beautiful fire I had glimpsed in her. Say yes Alana. Please in the name of all
that's good say yes.
"Yes." Her answer when it came was
barely above a whisper.
I didn't realize that I'd been holding my breath
for so long until she gave me her answer. The one I wanted so desperately to
hear. I was so overwhelmed by her, so totally moved. I couldn't help myself as
I caressed her cheek. Hardly daring to believe that this amazing creature was
really mine. It's as if I’d wished her into existence. And to think she'd been
mine all along. All through my heartaches and hidden loneliness. All those
times I despaired of ever finding this, with anyone. She had always been there
waiting for me, handpicked for me.
In that moment I forgave my father everything I
had ever held against him. For this one gift, I would wipe it all away.
"Thank you Alana, for that most
wonderful gift." A soft kiss against her lips was all I would allow myself
for now. I felt her body tremble under my hand and fought for control.
"Let’s see if you’re still singing that
tune a month from now." She grinned up at me.
She makes me smile.
So fiery behind those eyes, yet so gentled by my touch. I drew her near to kiss
her brow. I wouldn't allow myself any farther liberties than that. Two days
weren't that long when measured against a lifetime, forever.
We held hands as we sat on that stone bench,
forging a bond. Taking the first steps towards our future together.
I learned more about
her life. Something more than the monthly reports I usually got before from her
father to mine. I was happy to learn that there were no love interests left
behind. Her parents had truly raised her according to our ways and with the
knowledge that she had been pledged to me. For all that she had been taught our
ways she hadn't really lived our ways. She'd grown up elsewhere obviously.
She’d also been raised in a household of one father, one mother. Her parents
had left here soon after her birth, and her father had never gotten around to
claiming another spouse. Which might've been difficult with the lifestyle
they'd chosen. Our households were vastly different. Most consisted of multiple
mothers. This I know would be her hardest hurdle, the sharing of me. It was my duty
to ease her into it as gently as possible.
I knew very well
what jealousy could do to a relationship. Not only between her and I but also
between her and her new sisters. I'm not a complete idiot. I expect tensions to
rise, and for there to be other pitfalls along the way. My greatest hope was
that things worked out for the better. Because I already know I could never
give her up. I don't know why she had this hold on me, I just knew it was real
and not to be ignored.
"You're aware
that I have two daughters yes?" Why was I finding it so hard to discuss
this with her, when I'd never had a problem before? When Sharon had been
brought into our family I don't recall this angst. Was it because my Alana was
so different? Or was it because my feelings for her were so different from
anything that had come before? And what was I to do about that? I couldn't just
cast off my wives because I'd found her. I'd taken vows, to cherish, to
provide, the love was a different kind of love yes, but that was no fault of theirs.
There would be much learning to be done in the near future. I hope we all
survived intact.
"I've heard about your daughters yes, but I
have yet to meet them." I looked at her to gauge her reaction. My heart
raced with just a hint of fear, if she rejected them, she rejected me.
"Would you like to meet them?"
She hesitated for the briefest of moments before nodding her head.
"I'll bring them to you when we return. Is there anything else you would
like to ask of me before we return and are bombarded by all our guests?"
"How
do we do it...I mean uh, how do we live?" She blushed and hid behind her
hair. Not at all like the firebrand I knew her to be.
Did she know of her
fathers' monthly reports? Or how he sang her praises? How I cheered for her
every accomplishment before I'd ever met her? For some reason that I never
questioned, I had never received a photo of Alana. I think I'm glad of that. I
might have driven myself mad knowing that I had a wife who looked like her but
was so far out of my reach. Not just the beauty of face and form. But that
inner beauty that seemed to call to me.
I held back my laughter at her slip of the
tongue. She didn't need my humor making her feel even more awkward.
"Our home is built in such a way that we all
have our own wing. As you can see it's quite large. Each wing consists of three
bedrooms that is of course in hopes of any children we may have. It so happens
that your wing is the one closest to mine." I now wonder if our fathers
had worked it out that way. The bond between the two men ran deep and I'm sure
dad had made certain concessions for his old friends' daughter.
"We share the living space mostly. It's
pretty much communal but you can retire to your wing if you should so wish at
anytime for privacy. If you so wish you can change your rooms anyway you like.
You have Carte Blanche, whatever you want I'll see to it."
"Really! You do know I have very expensive tastes don't
you?" She teased with a smile that went right to my gut.
"I
can handle your spending habits my Alana, don't worry about it. I just want you
to be happy here." I squeezed her hand softly in reassurance. It was cute
that she worried about spending my money. I guess she had no idea of my
worth.
I couldn't wait to spoil her. My
heart looked forward to it.