My Wife - the Sheikh's Mistress
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Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - My wife and I were living the dream life employed by a rich Sheikh in his Singapore office. But the dream turned to a nightmare when the Sheikh decided that he wanted to add a new trophy to his private collection. And that trophy was my wife!
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Rendered speechless by how direct he was, I just stared at my employer with my jaws apart.
Rashid: I want Lydia to become my mistress, and I want you to help me.
Before I could say anything, Rashid immediately put up a hand in my face.
Rashid: Let me finish before you say anything.
He cleared his throat and looked up at the ceiling while he rocked himself in his chair.
Rashid: There are two ways this can play out. I’ll put the straight forward way on the table for you right now. One, quit. Leave your job and I will fire Lydia after I fuck her in Dubai. Don’t worry; with or without your help, I can do it. After that, you both will have a fresh start. Go look for a new job but just not one in this industry; I will make sure of that.
Rashid sat up and went on to present option two like an expert salesman capable of selling ice to Eskimos.
Rashid: Or you can help me make Lydia my mistress. Don’t worry; I will make sure you are well satisfied by Maiko. And all of you will get to keep your jobs. A win – win situation isn’t it? James: But ... but ... Lydia will never agree. Rashid: How would you know if you never tried? Hahaha. James: I ... I...
I didn’t know what to say. My boss wanted my wife to become his mistress. How could Lydia possibly agree to something like that?
Rashid: James, calm down. Why that frown on your face? My dear boy, you need to learn to accept reality. Hahaha. I like Lydia, and I want her whether you say yes or no. But I am now putting that choice in your hands. I am empowering you to make this decision okay?
Rashid wanted my cooperation to make my wife his mistress, or rather, his fuck toy. And in return, he would guarantee career progression and a stable route to success for all of us.
Rashid: What say you? You need to tell me your decision right now James...
Rashid grinned as he looked at me struggling with a decision and an answer. I was sure that Lydia would never agree to something as absurd as this. I didn’t know what had gotten into me but I nodded. I nodded my agreement to participate in Rashid’s devious scheme.
Rashid: That’s fantastic my boy. Hahaha. Good for you James. Don’t worry. I will tell you exactly what to do and I’m sure you can figure out the rest along the way. Hahaha...
Rashid got up from his seat and walked over to me. He patted my back and placed both his hands on my shoulders as he looked me in the eyes.
Rashid: Now, go home, pack your bags and get ready for the time of your life.
Upon reaching home, I saw Lydia stomping from room to room as she packed her bags for the trip. She did not even want to make eye contact with me.
James: Dear, I...
Lydia ignored me as if I was invisible. She had every right to be upset. I did something stupid and it not only embarrassed her in front of everyone, it also hurt her. Imagine seeing your husband sniffing and licking the panties of another woman.
James: Dear, can we talk...? Lydia: Don’t touch me!
My wife snapped at me as she shook her arm away from my grip. Ever since we got together, Lydia and I seldom quarrelled. I had never seen her so angry with me before. She just went on to pack her travel bag. Since she did not wish to engage me in a conversation, I saw no point in trying to talk to her. It would only make her even angrier. I finished packing my stuff for a week in UAE shortly after Lydia was done with hers. However, before I could let myself into the bedroom again, the door was shut and locked.
James: Dear ... please ... can we talk?