My Wife - the Sheikh's Mistress
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Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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
Working for Rashid was just mind blowing. Lydia and I enjoyed a four percent raise every year on top of bonuses ranging between three to four months salary. This was in addition to all the little perks, like the thousand dollar bottles of alcohol and cigars from his plane, that Rashid dropped on us whenever he was in town. Because of Rashid’s generosity, Lydia and I enjoyed a comfortable life. By 30, we had moved into a condominium and we had a fully paid car. To top it off, we also were able to travel twice every year. Since we had no plans for kids, you could say we were living the Singaporean dream that all young married couples were aiming for.
After the wedding, Rashid never laid a hand on Lydia again, nor did he say anything weird or made any advances on her. This made me all the more convinced that he was just affected by the alcohol that day. Then one day, things started to change. About two years after the wedding, Rashid started appearing in the Singapore office more often. He stayed for up to a week each time and each time he would spend a lot more time with my wife. It was always about work. I knew that because their interactions always took place at the office. No lunch dates, no after work dinners, just at the office. And since it was always at the office, I did not think too much of the interactions between them. There were days where I would leave work early if Lydia needed to stay back a bit with Rashid. Then something weird started happening. My wife told me that sometimes she found Rashid staring at her and it made her feel uncomfortable.
James: What do you mean by staring at you?
Lydia: He just stares at me with a smile while I’m working. It’s a bit weird.
James: Really? What else did he do?
Lydia: Nothing. He was really just staring and lost in his thoughts.
James: Did you ask him?
Lydia: I did!
James: And?
Lydia: Rashid just brushed me off, saying that he’s just thinking about something. Anyway, I was working on the proposal for the acquisition of the shophouse down by Bugis and I had no time to engage with him. It was just distracting.
James: Maybe you could tell him not to stare? What were you wearing?
My wife rolled her eyes at me and then gave me the death stare.
Lydia: What are you suggesting about my work attire?
She gestured to the single piece, body hugging contoured dress she had worn to work countless time.
James: I’m not suggesting anything, I’m just asking. Lydia: It’s just a normal work dress! Besides, he will never be interested in someone like me. My wife then crossed her legs by the dresser table and angled her head to the side to remove her earrings.
James: You’re so hot and beautiful. Any man will be interested in you.
Lydia chuckled and looked at me from the corner of her eye. She knew what I wanted when I complimented her in that manner.
Lydia: Well. Thank you. I accept that compliment but I’m having my period.
She stuck out her tongue at me before getting up to head to the shower.
James: What? It was supposed to come later! Lydia: Well, guess what? It came early. So too bad.
I collapsed onto the bed, disappointed and grumpy. As I stared at the ceiling, I thought about what my wife just told me, about Rashid staring at her. That led me to recall the incident at our wedding, the one where he put his hands on her back and slid them down to her bottom. I found myself getting an erection just from thinking about that scenario. It got my heart pumping and all excited when I thought about Rashid touching Lydia. I shook my head and blew air out from my mouth. I had to be thinking so much about sex that somehow water had gotten into my head for me to entertain such a sick thought. As much as I tried to dispel the thought, it continued to occupy most parts of my brain. I felt angry, then I felt a tickle of arousal. When I saw Lydia stepping out from the shower with her wet hair, I could not resist going over to her. Cupping her breasts from behind, I shrugged off her resistance.
Lydia: Dear...! No ... I can’t! Ernghhh...
I kneaded her breasts and somehow I pictured Rashid doing it in my head. It was a surreal and creepy moment when it turned me on another notch. Lydia tried to worm her way out from my arms but I kissed her on her cheek, smelling her neck as I nudged my face into her hair.
Lydia: Dear ... ernghhh ... no...
I was so aroused by then that I could not take no for an answer. I needed a release.
Lydia: Can you just wank it off? I’m really quite tired tonight.
She held onto my wrists and gave me a tired pout.
James: Okay ... fine. Fine.
My wife gave me a kiss and started the hairdryer. Heading out to the living room, I was about to go grab a beer when I saw a notification of an email sent from my boss. Rashid wanted some documents from the office server to be sent to his mail. I opened up my laptop and attached all the files he needed. After I sent it out, I dropped Rashid a message.
James (message): Hi boss, it’s done. Rashid (message): There are two folders for the property pictures.
I double checked the server and sent Rashid a screenshot.
James (message): There is only one.
My phone rang a minute later.
Rashid: James. James: Yes, boss. Rashid: I think I must have shut down my computer before the upload into the cloud was complete. I need these urgently and I’m already on the plane. I need you to go into my office and grab the files from my laptop.
I could hear the flight attendant in the background asking Rashid to turn off his phone for the take-off. Knowing his working style, I told Rashid I would head into office right away to finish the upload. Waiting till the next day was not an option.
Rashid: Thanks. Password is the office unit number with a ‘#’ at the back. Send it to me ASAP. James: I’ll head back to office now. Be there in 30 minutes.
I told my wife what happened and before long, I pulled up in the office car park in my shorts and t-shirt. I waved ‘hi’ to the security guard as he sipped his coffee.