Chapter 17

Rashid hung up and I went back into the room. Sitting down on the bed, I stared at the bustling roads in front of the hotel and my thoughts started to drift. What had I done? Rashid was right though; I did get aroused when I thought of my wife in action with another man. I did want to fuck Maiko. I did want to advance in my career and I did want my wife to have the best things in life. I wanted her to be able to stay in a suite, to be able to order whatever she wanted from the menu without having to look at the right of the page. I wanted her to be happy. There was a chime on the door and it was room service. I heard Maiko thanking the staff as he wheeled in the food she had ordered.

Maiko: You want to eat in my room or yours? James: I’m fine with either ... Since it’s already here in yours ... Maiko: Okay...

Maiko brought the food out from the trolley and set it on the table. She had ordered the traditional Arabic fare. Aside from the basket of Arabic bread and the different kinds of dips, there was also a plate of grilled lamb chunks and prawns. Before I could eat, Maiko insisted I first sanitise my hands and wipe them with the wet wipes she had brought along. I did as I was told, commenting about the nice fragrance. I tore some bread and as I dipped it into the hummus, I suddenly thought about Maiko’s role. Was she an innocent party? Or was she a part of this all along? Was she just one of Rashid’s pawns? I thought about asking her outright but the image of her crying so pitifully earlier came to mind. The image of Zul groping her breasts, the resistance she put up, her tears and discomfort, all of that looked so real. Even now as we ate, Maiko still kept apologising for the underwear swap.

Maiko: I’ll apologise to Lydia when she calms down ... I meant it to be just a joke between us ... I ... I never expected...

She stopped talking, probably realising how embarrassing it was for me to be stripped in front of her and left in nothing but my socks and her panties. We ate quietly and I suddenly saw Maiko reaching for the napkins. She had scooped up a large portion of hummus and it dropped in between the opening of her bathrobe.

Maiko: Oh ... excuse me...

She turned away, bread in one hand, napkin in the other as she tried to reach inside the top of her bathrobe to clean herself. She wiped some of it off, placed the soiled napkin on the table and took a new one. Seeing the hummus that had been wiped out from her cleavage, I could not help but visualise myself eating it off the napkin. I felt the erection in my pants as I looked at Maiko’s back view while she cleaned her body free of that greasy paste of chickpeas. Maiko turned towards me and put down the piece of bread she was holding on to. She saw me staring and she immediately turned away again.

Maiko: Can ... can you pass me more napkins...?

I took some tissues and handed them to Maiko. She thanked me and then stuck her right hand holding the wipes into her bathrobe while her left hand held onto the overlapping part near her chest to protect her modesty. I didn’t know why but my erection was literally throbbing in my pants at the sight in front of me. I picked up another piece of napkin and went over to Maiko. I lowered myself and turned her to face towards me.