My Wife - the Sheikh's Mistress
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Chapter 20
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20 - 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
I went up to my room and was surprised to see that Maiko was already gone. Her room was cleared out and the housekeeping staff were busy trying to clean up the mess on the floor. I tried calling Maiko on her phone but it would not connect. I kept getting the message that the user was not available.It did not take long to pack the few belongings I had. There was still time to rest for a bit in the room but a housekeeping staff kept peeking through the connecting door and it gave me the impression that I was not welcome. So I left the room early and headed down to the lobby. Barkar was just walking into the hotel from the taxi drop off.
James: Barkar ... Where is Maiko?
Barkar: She has left for the airport.
James: What?!
That was too fast. She was gone just like that. It was like Rashid hit the delete button and she was gone.
James: Barkar ... Maiko, she...
Barkar had already walked away back to the restaurant before I could finish my question. The table we were at was cleared but that did not stop him from helping himself to another serving of food. I waited for close to two hours in the lobby before I saw Lydia and Rashid coming down. I stood up and I saw my wife deliberately veering away from me. She chose to take a seat at the other side of the lobby. I brought my luggage over and Rashid played his role of the mediator perfectly.
Rashid: James, trust me. Now is not the time to be talking. Both of you need to calm down. Okay? It took me a while to calm her down, so don’t rile her up again. James: Okay ... Rashid: Come with me. I want a word with you in private.
Rashid maintained his serious and mature demeanour until we were out of earshot at a private corner of the lobby.
Rashid: James, there is something I want you to do ... James: What is it Sheikh Rashid? Rashid: I want you to be protective ... James: Huh...? What?
Rashid grinned and told me that he wanted me to put up a show of being overly protective of Lydia. He wanted me to comment every time he got too close or was too touchy with my wife. If he put his hands on her for a selfie, I should voice my objection. If he appeared to be overly-friendly, I also should voice my objection.
Rashid: This is what a loving husband will do right?
Rashid tried to sound convincing but I knew what he was up to. I knew that doing something like that at this juncture would only serve to further drive the wedge between me and my wife. I would not appear as a caring and overprotective husband. It would only make me look stupid, jealous, insecure and incapable.
Rashid: James ... don’t worry ... Lydia will still be your wife ... I guarantee you will walk out of the airport together, hand in hand, like a blissfully married couple ... You will go back to your happy lives in Singapore ... I just need you to trust me ... hahaha ... James: Ye ... yes boss ... Rashid: I gave you Maiko didn’t I...? I let you fuck her like a whore, and to make it even better, I removed her ... I removed her from the equation. You will never see her again ... You fucked her like a Jap pornstar didn’t you...? James: Sheikh Rashid ... I ... Rashid: Dipping her nipples and breasts into food, sucking on them like you were starving ... hahaha...
I suddenly looked up at Rashid when he gave a warm friendly smile over my shoulder towards where Lydia was seated.
Rashid: James ... I have it all as part of my collection. A very nice performance captured from different angles ... It’s just a little insurance I keep to ensure staff loyalty ... You get where I am coming from don’t you...? James: Ye ... yes, Sheikh Rashid. Rashid: I reward loyalty James ... and you have been very obedient so far ... It’s just a little bit more to go ... We’re almost there right? Haha...
I nodded without a word.
Rashid: Now, I promise you, you will not be hung out to dry ... I have arranged a tour guide to bring us around today ... You’ll see her in a while ... Now ... go back to Lydia ... and be the protective husband that I want you to be ... hahaha...
Rashid walked away and left me on my own in the corner of the lobby. He went back to Lydia and whispered something in her ear. I saw my wife nodding and then Rashid walked away. I sat down opposite my wife and looked at her. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt with horizontal black and white stripes. Looking at the pair of gorgeous legs that disappeared into her grey socks and a pair of sneakers, I was immediately filled with the regret for my actions. Lydia’s shoes bore the words, ‘I love BJ’. BJ meant Baby James, and not blowjob. It was a pair of sneakers that I bought for her during a holiday. Thinking of the things I had done, it felt like I was caught in a voodoo spell. I was well aware of what was happening and the consequences from my actions. But I could not stop; I just could not because I was in too deep. Just as I thought about how to start a conversation with Lydia, my attention was drawn towards the hotel entrance. And I was not the only one turning my head; everyone in the lobby did so as well. Walking through the entrance was a lady dressed in an abaya, a long traditional cloak that covered a woman’s body. The long flowing fabric of the loose fitting abaya could not hide the amazing S-shaped figure of its wearer when the differences in air pressure between the indoors and outdoors plastered the robe against her womanly curves. She was not Arab, her features looked more Asian, and you could tell she was of mixed descent. Her eyes were big and round. She walked as if she were floating on a cloud of air. Her slender frame was blessed with full, proportional tits. Her smile would fit right into any TV commercial. Coming into the lobby, she walked towards Barkar who in turn looked towards where Lydia and I were seated. I saw the hotel staff all ogling at the new arrival.