My Wife - the Sheikh's Mistress
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
It was close to 12:30 a.m. by the time I got back home and Lydia was sound asleep. Instead of joining her in bed, I went to the bathroom and searched through the laundry basket. I found the white dress lying at the bottom of the pile. The same white dress that my wife wore when Rashid took an upskirt picture of her. I could picture my wife in that dress and as I held the same lacey panties she was wearing in my hands, I felt a painful throbbing in my groin. The idea that someone else had seen her panties and his eyes were just one layer of soft cotton away from her most private region excited me. Somehow it reminded me of the first time I saw Lydia’s panties. It was an accidental flash when she crossed her legs on one of our first few dates.
I didn’t need anyone to tell me that sniffing my wife’s worn lingerie was sick or silly. I knew it was silly when she was lying right there in my bed but it was something I had to do, especially with the knowledge of the contents of Rashid’s laptop running though my head. Lydia’s underwear felt a little damp and it was soft and cool to the touch. Pressing it against my face, I felt a hint of anger and jealousy that someone else other than myself knew what she was wearing under her dress. The emotion I was experiencing could not be purely described as anger; it was as if it had a life of its own. The more I dwelt on it, the more it evolved. It evolved into jealousy and the anger that was once directed at Rashid was now directed towards Lydia. I found myself blaming her even though it was no fault of hers. I found myself taking offence at my wife’s choice of clothing and her choice of underwear.
Before I knew it, I locked the bathroom door and stood with my pants down and my penis wrapped in my wife’s worn underwear. I started to jerk myself off with a frown on my face. I filled my head with the scenario of my wife deliberately flashing her upskirt to Rashid and I came within minutes of self-pleasuring. When I came, I wrapped the tip of my penis with her underwear and used the soft fabric to contain the spurts of my semen.
James: Arnghhhhhh!
I grunted softly in the bathroom as I leaned against the cold tiles for support. Panting for air, I waited for the calm to return before I washed up and went into the bedroom. Crawling into bed, I held onto Lydia and kissed her on her forehead.
Lydia: Mmmmmhhh...
She mumbled and snuggled into my arms. Usually after I came, I would be able to have a good sleep but not that night. That night, I struggled to rest; my mind contained only one thought. Rashid’s laptop.
When I went back to the office the next day, besides getting my work done, my eyes kept drifting to Rashid’s room. It was an open concept office and the only room in the office belonged to the big boss. The walls that made up his office were of full height glass panels. If he wanted some privacy, Rashid would draw the blinds. On days when he was not around, the blinds would be opened up and everything in the room would be in full view of everyone in the office. No one entered it without Rashid’s permission and if one did, many eyes would see. There was a drop tray right by the secretary’s desk outside Rashid’s room. If you needed to drop something off, you would just leave it there and Rashid would get to it when he came back. I knew that there were no cameras in the office and the only one was at the reception, pointed towards the lift lobby. I knew that because I was the one who set it up with the vendors. With the laptop sitting on Rashid’s table within my line of sight, it made it impossible for me to concentrate on my work. Every few seconds, I glance at the device and wondered what other devious videos or photos he had in that laptop.
Lydia: Dear. Dear! James: Ya ... ya? Sorry, I was lost in thought. Lydia: What are you thinking about? James: Nothing. Nothing. Lydia: I’m heading out for a meeting with the valuer for the property at Alexandra. You have your own lunch ya. James: Okay. Sure.
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