My Wife - the Sheikh's Mistress
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - 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!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Blackmail Consensual NonConsensual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband Humiliation Light Bond Rough Interracial Oriental Male Oriental Female Cream Pie Food Oral Sex Safe Sex Voyeurism Royalty
Maiko and I shook our heads while Lydia folded her arms, refusing to make eye contact with me.
Rashid: Alright. Come Lydia, let’s get something to eat.
They turned around and I saw Rashid’s hand going to Lydia’s waist to guide her back into the lounge. His hand did not stay there, it did not linger, it was just a polite tap in a gentlemanly manner.
Barkar: You guys are free to go. We’ll see you in Dubai.
Barkar entered the lounge, leaving Maiko and I outside the members’ only area.
James: Let’s go grab a coffee or something. It’s still a three hour wait before boarding.
Maiko: Okay ... I’m hungry...
Moving away from the premium lounge, my mind drifted to my wife. I knew why Rashid was doing all this. He was showering her with attention and concern, playing the role of a caring boss. The first class seat, the premium lounge access, he was showing her what he had access to. Those were things that an average couple like us could only dream of. Perhaps it was not so much of a big deal to get a pricier seat or to chill in a lounge before the flight but I think, at end of the day, everything would add up.
Maiko: What are you thinking about? James: Huh? Errm ... Nothing ... nothing.
Maiko and I walked for about five minutes before we spotted a café that served some international fare. It was located at a corner of the transit terminal with some of its booth seats facing the runway. It looked quite empty and the first thought that came to my mind was that the food must suck and it had to be expensive. Those had to be the reasons why it was not crowded. Maiko however, loved the view of the runway and she suggested eating there.
Maiko: It’s quiet and we have a few hours to kill. Let’s eat here? James: Okay, sure...
I gestured to the staff for a table and she led us into the café. During our approach to the table, Maiko’s arm brushed against my body and I immediately felt a jolt of electricity. We took a booth seat that meant we faced towards each other and we soon placed our orders. Maiko started speaking the moment the waiter left with our orders.
Maiko: Lydia ... she seems very angry with you. James: Yes, she is. But she’ll be fine after a few days ... Maiko: You like my underwear James?
If I had been drinking something at that point in time, it would have come spraying out from my mouth. I never expected Maiko to say something so direct to me.
James: What? Maiko: You heard me ... I asked if you like my underwear.
Maiko repeated herself as her big round eyes stared right at me. She seemed determined to wait for my reply.
James: I ... I’m sorry Maiko. I could not control myself ... It’s ... Maiko: So you like my underwear ... You like to smell me?
By then, I felt hot flushes burning up my cheeks. I was starting to get a little uncomfortable with her line of questioning.
James: Maiko ... I ... Maiko: It’s just a simple question James ... A yes or no question...
I looked at Maiko and my eyes soon drifted down to her body. I looked at her dress and I could see myself undressing her, slowly removing each article of clothing from her body.
Maiko: You like my underwear because it makes you feel close to me? Like you are touching me? Is that it? James: Maiko ... I ... it’s very hard to answer a question like that ... Maiko: But you were sniffing my underwear and you tried to wear it too ... I just want to understand what you were thinking ... James: To be honest, I wasn’t really thinking ... but ... Maiko: Do you want to wear my underwear now?
I froze in my seat as I looked at my colleague sitting across from me.
James: What? Maiko ... are you...? Maiko: You want to, don’t you...? I can tell ... James: Maiko, no ... I ... Maiko: If I take it off right now ... will you wear it...?
Seeing her continuing in that manner, I thought she was just out to tease me and to make me look bad. So I told her to go ahead. Go ahead and take if off.
James: If you take it off now, I will wear it ... Maiko: Really? Hahaha...
Maiko chuckled, revealing a contented glee that took me by surprise.
Maiko: What is the colour of your underwear James? James: I wore light grey today ... How about you? Maiko: Mine is white...
I felt the erection building in my pants. This was all very weird. My wife was in the airport being pampered like a queen by my boss and here I was, in the same airport, flirting with a colleague and talking about our underwear in broad daylight. Maiko looked around the quiet café and she brought my attention to the ceiling. There wasn’t a camera facing towards our direction.
Maiko: I take off, you wear mine to Dubai, and I wear yours? James: Hahaha ... what are you serious?
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