My Wife - the Sheikh's Mistress
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
As we walked towards the café for lunch and to meet a property owner, I found myself going into a daze, wondering what had I gotten myself into. After the meeting ended, I went back to the office and did what was required for my main job. It was hard to concentrate because all I could think of was what Rashid expected to see me do.
1) Sniff and lick Lydia’s heels and spare slippers.
2) Rub my penis over her drinking mug.
3) Play with her worn gym gear, then put it on and masturbate
4) Jizz into her hand lotion
I looked at the list that was copied wholesale from the sex forum. It even bore the screen capture of the site address, a site which I frequented for influencer leaks and homemade porn. The hardest would probably be number three on the list. I mean those were items I could easily access at home especially since Lydia was my wife, but how would I get them into the office without my wife becoming suspicious? And I had 48 hours to get it done.
As if my concentration was not being disturbed enough, I saw on my phone a notification for a message with a picture attached. It was sent with the disappearing function. Upon opening it, I saw a picture of my wife’s bare pussy taken from Rashid’s point of view when he was sitting down. Blood shot into my penis and an erection raged in an instant. Before my eyes could linger a while longer on the image, it deleted itself, never to be shown again. Then I saw another message, and another. All of them had their timers set to expire seconds after I opened them. It was like a time lapse of Lydia without her panties on, crossing her legs in slow motion.
Rashid (message): She looks good. You are a lucky man James. Haha.
Then I saw a gif file that Rashid had created. One taken at the precise moment my wife’s bare and exposed pussy lips rubbed against each other while she crossed her legs. The high resolution camera somehow managed to take a clear HD video of her vagina being all moist and buttery despite the low light situation and awkward angle. I looked at the gif repeating itself, showing Lydia’s wet cunt lips rubbing each other in a sensual manner.
Rashid (message): She’s wet. Do you think it’s because of me? Hahaha ... look at those oyster lips. So juicy and fresh aren’t they?
Rashid was grinning in his office and happily surfing through the contents on his laptop. I felt a weight pulling me down like I was stuck in quicksand and sinking fast. Looking across to my wife, I asked her if she would like to hit the gym tomorrow.
Lydia: Huh? Why the sudden urge to go gym?
James: I don’t know. Maybe because I put on a bit of weight.
Lydia: Oh. Okay. I don’t mind.
James: We can bring our gym gear tomorrow and go during lunch.
Lydia: We have a gym in our condo dear.
James: But it’s not as big as the one here in the office building.
She gave me a questioning look and I tried to maintain a neutral expression.
James: Just trying to lead a healthier lifestyle babe. If you don’t want to do it, I’ll go on my own.
I spoke casually, trying not to appear suspicious.
Lydia: Okay, okay, fine. Remind me to pack my clothes and put them in the car tonight.
I heaved a sigh of relief as I leaned back on my chair and got back to work.
On our way back home, I felt the raging erection in my pants as I drove at twice the usual speed.
Lydia: If you crash, we’re both going to die without getting our orgasms dear.
I was overwhelmed by mixed feelings and emotions. Fear, anger, arousal and anticipation all jumbled up into a ball in my throat. Looking at my irresistible wife, I found myself getting insanely aroused by the fact that I was going to wank off to her worn gym clothes the next day. This was despite the fact that I was actually going to be having sex with her within the hour. I was looking forward to lifting up the dress that she had been wearing for the whole day and making her perk up her butt while she balanced on her heels for my entry from the rear. Getting into the lift, I could not keep my hands off her.
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