My Wife - the Sheikh's Mistress
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
Rashid came back a week later and he again asked for Lydia to go into his office with her laptop. I looked at the short maroon dress my wife was wearing that day and I cursed softly under my breath. The hem of her dress was at least three inches about her knee. If she sat down and crossed her legs, she would surely expose her underwear to Rashid. Suddenly my heart felt a strange spike of pain when I remembered what we were up to that morning. Her period was over and I was eager to have sex. We were fondling and fooling around in the walk-in wardrobe when I insisted that she go to work without her underwear.
Lydia: Are you crazy! James: Why not? It’s not as if you have not done it before. Lydia: But ... James: It will be dangerous if we are taking public transport but we are driving. Besides, with this tight dress that you are wearing, you don’t want your pantyline to show do you?
I gave her butt a quick smack.
Lydia: Pervert...!
I kissed her on her neck and lifted up the hem of her dress and then I slipped down the light purple panties she was wearing. I brought them up to my face for a sniff as my wife giggled and snatched them away from me.
Lydia: You’re sick you know that! Haha. James: I’m sick for you, that’s why. Lydia: Looks like I won’t have a good rest tonight haha. James: Well, the foreplay starts now dear.
Fast forward to the situation at my desk, I was literally squeezing my fists together as I watched my wife bringing her documents and laptop into Rashid’s office. She took her time in setting up her laptop and plugging in the power adaptor while Rashid fiddled with his phone. Now that I knew what he was up to, I could tell he was pointing the phone directly at my wife. Then I saw the act that really spiked my blood pressure. Rashid brought his phone down to his lap and pretended to look at his laptop at the same time my wife took a seat opposite him. I held my breath when I saw my wife crossing her legs. I could almost picture Rashid smiling when he reviewed the footage later and realised that my wife was not wearing any underwear.
My boss suddenly turned towards my direction and I quickly looked away. I pretended to fiddle with my work and files, trying to look busy and hoping that he did not catch me staring. I felt angry and upset. Why was I the one being sneaky and cautious? I did nothing wrong. A couple of hours later when Lydia stepped out from Rashid’s office, I saw Rashid getting up and heading to the bathroom. He must be going to check on the videos he took. I got up and followed him to the bathroom. When I entered, I saw that two of the five cubicles were occupied. Bending down, I could immediately tell which cubicle my boss was in. His thousand dollar leather shoes were unmistakable. I washed my hands at the sink but before I could do anything else, Barkar appeared in the toilet like magic. He walked to the urinal and relieved himself while I stepped out. There was no way I could try anything with him inside there. When I got back to the office, I walked over to my wife, thinking of what I should tell her.
Lydia: What is it? I’m busy. James: Dear, you ... ermm ... Lydia: Ya? Rashid: James.
I wheeled around to see my boss stepping into the office with Barkar.
James: Yes, boss? Rashid: Join me for lunch.
I felt my heart rate suddenly spiking as a flurry of thoughts crossed my mind.
Rashid: I need you to help translate some of the dialect from the owner of one of the shophouses I’m trying to get along Joo Chiat. James: Oh. Okay, sure.
He gestured to Lydia and my pantyless wife immediately got up again and stepped into his office. I felt as if someone had punched me in my gut when my unknowing wife resumed flashing her pussy to Rashid. I expected myself to be angry and upset but instead I found myself becoming aroused. Looking at my wife’s sexy body and her slender, toned legs crossed and faced towards Rashid, I felt the throbbing in my pants. There was an excitement that I could not describe. I almost bit my knuckles when I saw my wife fiddling with a pen while she looked at Rashid when they went deep into a discussion about something. My penis almost spurted semen when I saw her relaxing one of her feet and allowing her heel to dangle off from her toes. Oh god, I wanted to wank off so badly just from taking that scene in. I looked away, took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. Upon turning around, I saw Barkar staring at me.
James: Woah!
I jumped in fright from seeing his scary face so close to me.
James: What is it?
Barkar handed me a name card for the café we were to have lunch. I knew what he wanted me to do; to make a reservation for a table seemed beneath the duties of a bodyguard. I made the reservation and cast another look at my wife who was showing her screen to Rashid. I saw the phone angled strategically by the side of the table, capturing a non-stop video of my wife’s posture and recording her every word. Looking at the clock, I secretly wished for time to pass faster, because there was no way I could save my wife from Rashid’s camera unless lunchtime came soon.
I sat beside Rashid in the back seat of his Range Rover with Barkar at the wheel. We made some small talk before Rashid asked me something so weird that it almost made me drop the documents I was holding.
Rashid: Do you surf sex forums James? James: What?! Rashid: Hahaha ... Sex forums. You know. Where people talk about sex and all. James: I ... I have never done something like that in the office. There must be a mistake! Rashid: Hahaha. I never said you did it in the office. I’m just asking if you do so.
When I asked him why he would ask such a question, Rashid shared with me that he recently discovered a very interesting sex forum. Inside, it contained all manner of weird and funny things that men did to their female colleagues, interns, employees and even bosses.