Dubai [F]or Now

So for some background I am upper-middle class, me and my husband worked our way up the ladder. At the time I worked in the finance sector and he still is an architect today. We seemed to move up in the world together but this is about the one time my husband had a client that lived so far away of our way of life, I ended up getting pulled into a world for a moment that I didn’t know could exist. Like many others though I am currently out of work because my sector was hit very hard and nobody is expendable, so I can find the time to share these adventures. I hope you enjoy the read. It is a long one!

In 2016 my husband met a client in London and I received a call from him that evening informing me how this man was insistent that I join them at his residence in the Middle East, my husband would present first draft blueprints for his client’s new mansion to be built in the mountains of Luxembourg and I would be there, well, just because I must.

I remember laughing down the phone and reminding my husband that there are few clients on Earth that can demand a multi-billion dollar enterprise releases an employee, let alone only ten hours before that employee was supposed to be shuttling her own way to London on a train with her site director to learn the expected impact of Brexit.

All of my protesting didn’t matter because less than twenty minutes passed after this call I found the director calling to wish me a safe trip. I wanted to argue that I had more important matters to navigate but the director received the order from a director of the board, he was told to relay the message that transportation was on the way and my parents were being called by my husband to come over to the house and look after our children.

I was terrified. I wondered what my husband had gotten himself into with this client, and how they could tell a bank what it will do in a matter of mere minutes. I tried to call my husband but only got his answer phone message, whilst I tried in vain to get answers I received a call from my mother.

You are flying to Dubai!

Well at least I knew the country. At this stage I felt everybody knew more than me and my parents were on the way over, my mother gave me more information as my father drove. There was a car coming to pick me up from our home and it was two hours away, it would take me to a regional airport, I would board the plane and off I go into night-time air. My husband told them I was to pack light, and not care about what I wore.

When my parents arrived I was vocal about my displeasure, one of the most important meetings of my entire career had been tossed aside like I was entirely disposable. It made me feel unimportant. My father, always the one looking on the bright side, tried to smoother the flames of my anger by outlining the business obviously felt this was an opportunity for the board to impress a client of their own. Whilst they definitely had their own ulterior motives I could not shake the disappointment that my husbands business was interfering with my own. Yet orders were orders and I was rummaging through my closet after sunset as demanded by London.

And two hours later that car came. A chauffer packing a Rolls Royce pulled up our drive through the trees, he rang the bell and said my name whilst holding out his hand to help my down the steps of my own door. This guy was a cliché. The gloves, the hat, the phonetic perfection of every word that left his mouth. I felt a little relieved I made the decision to wear a black dress that clung tight my body, with an oval cut out in the chest revealing the deep valley between my tits and the helm ending 10 inches below my ass, a little slutty but classy at the same.

He led me to the massive luxurious car, opened the door and ushered me gently into the back seat. He drove me to airport whilst only answering some of the questions that I asked, when I asked who was behind all of this he would only give me the name of my husband. I texted him demanding answers but nothing came back. About another anxious hour passed until the chauffer broke the silence and said we were arriving as we approached a mass light up ahead. He drove me passed the customer car park around the back of the terminal and there I saw it, a fucking Airbus.

I was expecting a Learjet to match the opulence of the vehicle that brought me here but no I was looking at a fucking passenger jet, I admit this left me a little disappointed however as we pulled closer it became clear there was no company logo for an airliner. I saw nothing of British Airways, Virgin, American Airlines. Nothing. There was only the white livery with a gold insignia adorning the tail. I realised this behemoth was not chartered, it was unmistakable that this plane was not even rented. As the car slowed to a halt next to a man dressed in black suit and tie I felt uneasy as I wondered who fuck my husband had gotten involved with.

I was helped out of the car by the chauffer as a wall of noise engulfed the Rolls Royce’s cabin from the Airbus’s idling engines, the greeter told me on behalf of the chauffer that it was a pleasure and smiled as he turned his gaze toward the plane and beckoned with his hand to go. He followed me closely on the short walk towards the steps leading up to the plane, at the bottom a man and a woman awaited me.

The man waiting at the bottom of the stairs wore a lanyard so I knew he worked for the airport, he welcomed me by name and asked to see my passport which I took out of my black YSL which hung from my shoulder by a gold chain linked strap. As he checked my passport I checked out the woman, a golden blonde dressed in an immaculately figure hugging black minidress with a slit in her chest that did not reveal too much of her perfect youthful tits, she watched him intently as he checked my documentation.

This woman was smoking hot and exuded confidence as she held her hands behind her back and her held her head high, she wore a friendly smile bearing no teeth never seemed to go away. When she glanced at me I caught a glimpse of green but there was the intensity of a floodlight in my peripheral vision making it impossible to distinguish what colour her eyes really were.

I was given back my passport and the woman, obviously a hostess, looked toward me whose smile now revealed teeth chiselled and polished by the fucking gods themselves. She warmly welcomed me on board and ushered me up the stairs, at the top awaited another hostess dressed in the same sexy as fuck outfit adorning the same goddess like body.

As I reached the top of the steps she too welcomed me on board and ushered me into the brightly lit cabin with white interior and black and gold furnishings, there a man waiting by a large leather seat wearing the captains hat. The captain swung the seat in towards the centre of the cabin for me to sit down and again, I was welcomed by my name as he offered to take my YSL then handed it to one of hostesses as I sat down.

This was insane. It was unnerving. But the captain was as hot as the hostesses. Where they were in their young early twenties he was easily distinguishable as late forties or early fifties. He was extremely polite and professional and with the way those girls smiled at him I saw the sign of admiration for the alpha onboard.

The captain introduced himself and the hostesses to me whilst I kept checking them out, fuck it was like those two girls were built for sex and although I’ve been called a hot wife MILF… they made me start to feel self-conscious! I was relieved that I at least tried to dress up nicely, I was told to travel light so I went on the pretence this was some crazy ride to an outlandishly expensive dinner somewhere in a far away land.

With the introductions quickly concluded the captain bid me a farewell of sorts and left me at the mercy of these two fine young women. As soon as he walked away towards the front of the plane I noticed the brunette turn to walk beside him, his hand on her back slid down and held her butt cheek softly with the helm just a mere inch below.

The blonde hostess fixed her gaze into my eyes and moved in close, she knelt down on her toes supported at the heel in front of me with a smile. If those dresses were any shorter I’d see what they wearing underneath as they walk, but with her squatted down I could see everything as she reached across either side of me for my belt and buckle. Her black lace panties revealed a shaved pussy underneath as the helm slid up her widely spread thighs. “Let’s secure you in for take-off” is what she whispered.

As she fastened the belt around me she looked back in to my eyes I got the view of her emerald green iris’, she told me the once the plane was off the ground and it was safe to unbuckle then they would be back to be at my service. When she started to lift herself up off her hunches she softly slid her hands off the belt and across the length of my thighs, her thumbs reaching deep down the inside and caressed the skin covered by my skin toned tights. When she stood up her dress had remained held up by the hour glass shape of her perfect buttocks, the top of her slit called out to my attention behind the transparent lace of her panties. As she slowly turned to walk to the front of the plane her perfect ass cheeks surrounded the skimpiest string of her thong to advertise what was on offer, she pulled her dress down seductively as her hips swayed from side to side in her stilettos.

What usually goes on in these flights, stays on these flights. That was much clear. I watched her ass swing sensually as she left me alone, she was built to fuck and she knew it. She was employed to impress if you could call it that. It was obvious to see that the guests of honour before me got a special kind of service from these girls complimentary of what I would assume as their “owner”, quite how I ended up on this flight could only be explained by my husband divulging my addiction to the feeling of a twitching pussy between my legs and his client’s openness to indulge the needs of that pussy.

But there remained the unease that I was now caged in an environment that I had never been accustomed to, how the rich and powerful can dictate and affect my life in ways with such ease so as to remove me from the comfort that I control my own destiny. As the minutes passed I found myself looking around this brightly lit, luxurious cabin. I counted twelve of these large round seats and all were empty except for mine, I wondered about the sort of clientele that had been in this room and what sorts of business they were involved in.

I looked at the small table to accompanied my seat and took in the rich, polished wooden finish of it’s surface. There was an envelope that bore the same golden insignia that adorned the tail of the plane itself, underneath the insignia was my name in the friendly shortened form that my husband and closest of friends call me. The calligraphy was millimetre perfect. I opened the envelope and pulled out a letter with the insignia engraved at the top in gold, a message had been hand written.

Again the writing was pinpoint perfect, and was brief and to the point.

“They know what you want, enjoy. I love you.”

It wasn’t my husbands writing but it was my husbands’ words. They gave me comfort and let me feel connected to him as I felt completely vulnerable and alone. I put the letter back in the envelope and placed it back on the table before properly taking time to check out my surroundings.

To the front of the plane there was no drape the separate where I presume to crew would be separated from the “customers”, if that is what you qualify us as being. Only a black wall whose imposing posture hid what resides beyond, the top half separated by a large blue light from the bottom that extends its entire width from wall to wall. There was the same large gold crest, the insignia, that I assumed had familial importance which contrasted against the shiny blackness, a door in the middle blended in perfectly with gold handle. Everything looked exclusive, everything made to order at a cost that us mere mortals could only dream of.

Behind me there was much of the same as suddenly I realised the majority of this plane was a mystery to me, from the outside I counted perhaps 25 windows along its length but where I sat I could only I could six on either side. As I boarded from the front it was obvious what was behind me comprised the bulk of this ride, and from the demeanour and presentation of the hostesses that it was the back of the plane that ensured privacy when and if required.

I found myself looking out of the window at my seat to see the brightly lit perimeter of the airport and intermittent green of the grass intersected by black tarmac. Then the captain spoke over the intercom. It was time to go. The seat I was sat upon slowly and smoothly turned into a forward position on its own and I was slave it’s movement, the whirl of the engines picked up as we taxied to the runway, soon enough we lined up and I felt the pull of the powerful machine and dulled roar of the engines slowly propel us forward and rumble of the tires across the ground. I gripped the wide handles of the seats and up we went. Looking out of the window I watched as the ground moved away.

I took the letter out of the envelope to read the words of my husband as if wishing he were her to protect me. Minutes passed and I was still all alone.

Until the captain once again spoke over the intercom, I heard a click under the seat and he stated it was safe to remove the seat belt but before I could even think about releasing myself from its embracing hold the brunette came through the door walking towards me. She effortlessly spun my chair and knelt before me, like the other woman she spread her thighs wide apart offering a look at her cute little puss through the sheen of translucent black fabric. At least they wore different panties, yet both of their cunts were immaculately hairless and inviting those who saw them to experience everything they could offer.

This really was a playboys toy, and with that I mean the girl.

As she disconnected the belt she spoke softly, telling me my husband wants me to enjoy the ride and that they are there to cater to my every need. Whilst I felt my pussy stir as the hostess fixed her gaze between my legs before looking back into my eyes with a seductive smile, I demanded that I wanted to speak to my husband. The brunette hostess stood up and softly told me that he had relayed a message that I would be able to speak to him when we land.

Although my heart stopped I could only gaze down to her barely concealed puss, she shifted her pose onto one side with her hand resting on her hip as the blonde hostess came through the door. They looked at each other as the blonde approached and instead of stopping by me, the blonde ran he hand across her brunettes’ ass to continue to the back and through that door. The blonde looked back at me and bit her lip as she walked on through and out of sight with the door still ajar.

The brunette held out her hand for me take and I asked what was behind there, she only softly replied that my wildest dreams awaited me beyond that wall. I was still a little unsure but I took her hand and followed as she led me away to back of the plane. Her hips swung in an inviting manner and I pondered how many men had been able to resist the urge to grab a handful of her tight flesh. She looked back at me told me not to worry.

I wasn’t sure how I was not supposed to worry. I’ve been blindfolded and taken to places before but I always had somebody like my husband with me, there it was excitement about the unknown with my man to watch over me. But here I was alone and at mercy. It was incredibly arousing not knowing what these girls were going to do to me but frightening, I didn’t have anyone to help me and I had nowhere to go. If I screamed nobody would hear me, atleast nobody that would stop what was going to happen.

So I took a deep breath and willed myself to walk through door and into darkness. There was only the perception of distant street lights dimly glowing through the windows from far below, I could not make out what was ahead and the brunette continued to lead me forward. The door closed behind us in this darkness and gradually, red light filled the room as a strip of light glowed much like the blue that emanated from black walls in the brightly lit cabin. I saw a large bed with black satin sheets appear like an island in a sea red plush carpet, spinning my head back towards the sound of the closing door was the sight of the blonde hostess.

With her head angled downwards to the floor and her eyes shifting upwards to fixate on mine, the appearance of a succubus eyeing her prey overwhelmed me. She lifted her head as she nodded just once to the brunette, I spun my head back to the bed I watched as brunette crawled on fours across it to the pillows, her panties had been removed and deep red light bounced off her perfect ass and her darkly lit shaved puss baring her eagerness to please her customer.

My pussy started churning!

Before entering this plane I would have argued to the end of the earth that I was an alpha bitch that could make any cock or pussy bend to my will, I would have fallen back on my 20 years of training my pussy to please whatever wanted it as my claim to the title of whorish accomplishment. Yet her I was in this room. Nervous, intimidated, extremely turned on by those trapped in this prison with me who had proven themselves worthy of being kept by a billion dollars of sperm.

The way they look at you. They way they talk. The way they look into your soul. They way they exist as an image of pure lust and depravity. They both had the genes needed to be the ultimate fuck toys and their youth proved they had this ability born into them from the beginnings of puberty where the minds rewired itself through evolution, these two girls were truly were built for sex and embraced it.

I turned back around to look at the blonde as she leant backwards against the door as she cupped one hand across her cheek, and slowly lowered it down across her neck to her breast to give it a hard squeeze before continuing down to lift her dress the few inches it needed to rise and expose a naked slit, so youthful in her early twenties and owning the perfect little innie.

“You are all hers”, she purred to me. And Fuck! That’s not how seduction is supposed to work, she is supposed to say the brunette is mine! Any feeling of being the alpha bitch had vanished in an instant, they weren’t the fucktoys here…. they were making me theirs!

I turned back around to brunette as she laid down with her head on the pillows in the middle of the bed, she spread her legs wide apart looking down at her own mound then up to me. The dark red glow in the room revealed we had the eyes of two succubae in this room, and they are hungry for prey and that prey is me!

The brunette eyeballed me and lifted an index finger, cocking it slowly she motioned it to silently order me to come to her. I was in trouble, I was being dominated when I was only ever used to being queen bitch amongst the women. I couldn’t breathe properly heard the whore behind me moan, a quick glance and she just stared me down with her mouth slightly open as he she explored her snatch.

My pussy twitched and leaked at the sight. I could feel it pulsing and sending waves across my groin.

Back on the bed the brunette waits for me to turn around, she uses her hand to spread her lips apart exposing a fuck hole with much experience that has undoubtably swallowed up hundreds upon hundreds of billions of dollars worth of seed. I was their little toy now and I know I have said twice already, but they were truly designed by god himself to fuck.

These billionaire sluts had written into their DNA to torturously make cock and pussy suck the consciousness out of their target, girls like these do not stop before their victim has a chance to come around. As soon as I crawled across the bed towards the brunette she gently put the palm of her hand on the back of my head and guide my face onto her soaking wet pussy, her accomplice continued to moan in tandem behind me and out of sight.

A mile high the brunette made me service her pussy as the moans behind ceased, I heard the sound of buckles accompanied by the closing of a draw. I dare not turn around as I lapped up the juices of this perfect on my mouth, I felt the bed behind give under the weight of a third woman. Still under the control of the pussy in front of me I felt something warm and soft slide up across my slit and prod into my ass, I tried to turn around by the brunette instantly tightened her grip on me and forced my face deeper onto her puss as she groaned under my tongue.

Again and again I felt her touch against my most intimate parts with my ass high up into the air, I immediately knew her skill with her tongue was truly out of this world. The blonde would poke it into both of my holes and flick her tongue whilst it was inside, her tongue was so long as reach into my fuck tunnels as she made sure to force it to scrape any juices and other unmentionables a couple inches deep. She cleaned my ass out whilst taking delight, it was dirty and wrong but she was bringing me to orgasm. What she had in her mouth was like a tentacle that invaded me.

She backed away from me and retreated from the bed, I heard the draw behind us open once more and still be brunette would not let me look around as grinded her pussy lips against my wet face. I heard the click behind me and instantly knew it was time for lubing up, the blonde was about get serious. Moments later I felt her getting back on to the bed, she edged me with her tongue in my holes and now I was so hot and flustered and the fear and nerves had become unbearable, I felt move closer behind me.

Glued to be brunettes cunt and tasting the trickle of grool that oozed out, the blonde placed her hands on my butt cheeks. She seductively slid them across my flesh closer to the crack of my butt, one thumb entered my ass as the other hand continued further south. Then her other thumb pushed into my pussy, she teased both my holes with no hint of the sharp sensation of fingernails. Good girl, she knows pussy needs filed fingertips but of course she would. She exists for this.

She toyed with me to relax my fuck tunnels and her she had lubed her thumbs to spread it across my openings, fuck she was good. She softly pulled them out of me and then I felt it. Not one hole, but two were penetrated. She guided a double dildo strap-on to spread apart my holes and carefully pushed her hips forward whilst taking a hold of mine, I moaned and breathed heavily as I felt the glory of being a slut with the smell of cunt pressed against my face.

That is where the niceties ended, the blonde kept pushing into me. Inch after inch, the girth spreading me open wide. And still she penetrated further inside of me, both my pussy and my ass impaled deep and the length kept going. She didn’t let up, the dildo in my pussy bent as it met resistance from my wall. The dildo in my ass reshaped my colon under the intense pressure. She kept going and I winced but it felt so good and painful at the same time, eventually and feeling my belly protruding out skin met. The blonde had reached the limit and I was stuffed with rubber cocks, now it was time to be abused.

I felt her grip tighten, I felt her pull back and my insides drag backwards slightly. As the feeling of release from the pressure started to take over my relief was ended before it had begun, she fucking rammed me hard and too the hilt. I wailed in pain and ecstasy, I felt my organs shift and something inside try to punch itself out of my belly to the outside world. Another retreat slowly ensued and then again my holes were ravaged, from there was no slow retreat… I got fucked hard and fast and in my mind I begged for colon to tear open in a desire to be dominated.

She fucked, and fucked, deep as she could go, beyond my limits and enough to make me cry and grin at the same time. The brunette released her vice like grip on my head and lifted my jolting face off her snatch, it looked wonderfully swollen in the dark red light. After a few light strokes of hand on across her slit and saliva dripping from my mouth, she inserted her whole fucking hand deep into her pussy and pulled it back out to feed me. I lapped up all the sticky grool her skin had offered as I was ramrodded from behind.

The brunette got up off the bed and disappeared out of sight, I really thought my insides would tear open and didn’t notice she had come back on the bed from behind us. I released she was about to join the blonde when I looked down and between my legs to see her on her back and positioning herself below my holes. There I saw her holding another dildo. “Oh shit no!” was the only thing I can think of.

The brunette played with my clit and the blonde fuck me hard and fast, she teased me as she made sure I knew what was coming. When the blonde slowed down and ground to a halt, with saying a word to eachother the brunette lined up the third dildo and forced into my cunt. My pussy was stretching wide as she guided it in as I saw a strong of my grool gravite towards her face, she arched her face upwards to meet it with an open mouth and blonde pushed down on my hips to plant my leaking puss on her.

Now the blonde was ready to continue, and the two of them abused in ways I had never been tortured before. I came so quickly and so hard, expelling squirt over the brunette below me. They didn’t stop fucking me and came again, I came again and again and again. I was exploding and couldn’t breathe properly and then nothing. I passed out.

It may have just been seconds but woke up on my back and my legs spread widely, instantly my mind had melted as the blonde was between my thighs with her whole fist engulfed inside my cunt. As my world came back to life, I just remember coming around to the sensation of being violently fist fucked. They fucking started fisting me as I was unconscious awaiting my awakening.

I glanced at the brunette and I was at first horrified to see her riding her ass on my arm impaled upto my elbow, she bounced on my whole wrist and I could feel her colon stretching around me deep inside her, I could feel I was horridly reshaping her insides as she screamed like a slut. I felt my slack hand bend with slight pain so I clenched my fist and stiffened the muscles in my arm, the brunette felt this and looked down at me with delight as she bounced harder and faster.

Knowing I was awake again the blonde spun around with her fist lodged inside me, placed her pussy over my face and I watched as the brunette bent forward and positioned her fingers against the blondes asshole. With little effort she inserted her hand inside her playmate and kept going, I watched her arm disappear into the blonde as the three of use moaned like whore. My cunt hole was stretched and her fingers danced around inside me, they stretched their anuses and allowed their stomachs to be exploded. I watched in awe and their fists pushed far outside from within where their belly would reside. Jesus Christ I came hard again!

It got more depraved from there.

They made me double fist their holes and when I pulled out they sucked on the others prolapse, it was extreme filth. And yet despite this, as strange as it sounds, they never took me over my limit of which I have very, very few. It wasn’t that they couldn’t reach that far, they just knew how far I would go and forced me to watch with a stuffed cunt just how far they were willing to go. I was fucking exhausted before the hour but they just pulled me through the experience with them. They were the best fucks I have ever had.

When it did finally end, and my cunt was aching beyond any possibility of wanting anything more they allowed me to rest. I was too exhausted to take in all the details but remember them kissing me goodnight after they hold my holes open and blew a large amount of white dust into my holes. They left the room with their dresses slung over a shoulder, their stilettos in the other. They carried that sensual, sexy walk as if their holes had not even been touched yet alone half their insides nearly falling out and being sucked deep into each other’s mouths.

I have no idea if they kept that up when the door closed behind them, I was only glad they did not abuse my ass like that. My pussy however needed rest and relaxation. They gave me time to sleep alone and the lights inside lowered as one of them pressed some next to the door.

But the whole experience didn’t end there.

I was awoken hours later into the flight. The brunette sat besides me on the bed and she had changed into a white minidress. Her hair was immaculately put up into an extravagant bun, her beautiful youthful face radiated as the rising daylight from outside the windows streamed in and the hum of the engines continued to whirl. She asked me if I had a comfortable sleep and I remarked that my pussy ached, I was still completely naked on top of the sheet and realised she was massaging a gel on to my pussy, it felt cool and soothing on my skin. She told me it will help with a loving smile.

The blonde appeared from another door behind and too the side of the bed that I had even noticed in the dark red light of the night before, she told me that my shower was ready and came to the bed to hold out her hand. The brunette stopped messaging my puss and I took the blondes hand, I noticed she too was dressed in the same white minidress and her hair was arranged in the same extravagant bun. The only noticeable difference was the colour of their hair, they were a pair.

They allowed me to shower alone, the shower was equally as plush as the rest of the plane with white marble. I prayed there would be no turbulence.

I realised after I had showered that there were no towels, so I walked back out into the bedroom and so the blonde waiting for me. She looked amazing! It was as if she wasn’t just fucked left and right hours before. She walked up to me with towels and proceeded to dry my down, she was extra gentle on my puss as she patted away the moisture. She allowed me to wrap another towel around my hair and then she took my hand and led me through another door on the other side of the bed. This room she told me was for the girls.

It was a god damn make up room with leading to a walk in wardrobe and these two girls pampered me! The did my hair, my makeup, the gave me a manicure and a pedicure. There were still a couple of hours before landing so I had probably been sleeping only three, I won’t lie that I felt tired but I felt alive in a way that I had never before. They made me look a billion dollars and when it came time to put on my clothes they applied more of that gel across my pussy, they took care of me wonderfully and were so nice. The succubae of the night before were banished and her was the personal treatment.

I thought I was going to wear my own dress, but they presented me with a white miniskirt just like their own. I finally got to see who made these pieces of art, they designed by Louis Vuitton but I had never seen these before. When they put them on they fit perfectly, and I mean perfectly. I remarked about how snug it was and the brunette proudly stated they were designed for us…. HOLY FUCK!

I guessed my husband’s client had already seen the artists impression of the mansion. I asked repeatedly if they were serious and they only confirmed with polite responses and smiles, if it wasn’t obvious before then it was obvious now that I don’t belong in the world they inhabit.

They had dolled me up to look like a billionaires wife! I had a matching Louis Vuitton hat and sunglasses, white stilettos to complement the outfit. The two girls revealed their own head attire, two matching flat hats that differed to my feathered design but looked equally amazing with everything else.

Before we left the makeup room and I had time to glance at the clothes on offer, and okay those were not likely custom made. They weren’t gifts at all for any customer from what I could tell. BDSM leather straps, school girl outfits…. you know the drill. A different range for the girls to get into to for the flight. What the three of us wore now were obviously cut from a different cloth for a difference use so to say.

I was led out through the bedroom back to the seated cabin feeling rich and overwhelmed, but in the cabin next to my seat stood a man in a tuxedo and my only thought was “Who the fuck are you and where the fuck did you come from?!”

He was dressed like a butler and presented me my breakfast, the steam was still rising and I was extemely impressed about how well timed this all was. Strips of lobster steak and caviar for breakfast? I mean not what I would have assumed to be the morning pallet of the super rich but I went with it, the sauce was exquisite and I asked him what it was as tasted it was to my satisfaction. I cannot remember for the life of me what he called it because it had an Arabic name but he clarified it made cold with rose water. It was a fucking dancing party of orgasm in my mouth, I bet you cannot even get this in London because I haven’t found it again!

I ate in luxury, dressed in luxury, riding in luxury and watched the endless sandy desert below. As soon as I finished a glass of rose water the butler would bring another. Eventually the blonde and brunette re-entered the cabin and one of them thanked the butler who disappeared back to the front, as the brunette asked if I enjoyed the flight with a grin the blonde was already bending down in front of me to buckle me up. I looked out the window and could see the outsirts of a city approaching in the distance, the flight was ending.

This time however the two girls didn’t leave the cabing. They occupied two other large seats and buckled themselves in whilst assuring me it won’t be long until we are back on the ground. And that we did with the captain announcing our arrival in Dubai. We landed at the international airport and again this plane was not shuttling towards a terminal.

The two girls unbuckled themselves and I instinctively unbuckled myself this time as I found myself excited because this was my first time in Dubai, they asked me to remain seated as the captain wanted to wish my goodbye. And that he did, he was professional and I made sure he knew I enjoyed the flight. Even though I giggled he kept his composure even though there was no way he didn’t know what I might have got up to.

As we said our goodbyes the two girls escorted me to the steps that awaited just beyond the exit door, the brunette in front of me and the blonde behind. Fuck those hips swing temptingly, and damn whilst these dresses were not as revealing as the blacks they wore back in the United Kingdom they still ended closer to our pussies than our knees. I knew Dubai was not quite as prudish as some may think but I still believed this was a little risqué, still they were extremely confident.

I looked out of the doorway and down the staircase to the tarmac.

G Class. Maybach. G Class. I know my cars. Me and my husband have spent enough on the three that we have, but these together cost about as much as or more than our fucking house which is not cheap! There was no way these things were not heavily modified considering the show of wealth I had been subjected to. The black out windows front, side and back were all probably bullet proof for fuck sake and who else can imagine has been done.

The big guys standing outside the G6’s probably don’t earn minimum wage if you know what I mean, the chauffer outside the Maybach is likely on a good wage too. I followed closely behind the brunette, and I too was followed closely by the blonde to the Maybach with the chauffer awaiting with the door open. The brunette stood aside to allow me in to the car first, assisted by the chauffer. He then took the hand the hand of the blonde who was ushered in behind me, the brunette who waited by the door to this huge car was ushered around to the front passenger seat. The feathered design of my hat distinguished me different from them, but the matching dresses advertised that they were undeniably part of this feminine Ménage à trois.

Tricked out in our sunglasses we waited in the Maybach as the large burly men entered their G6’s infront and behind, and too my surprise this was like a military operation to start with. I could hear radio chatter coming from the front as the G6 pulled off slowly and the Maybach moved at the exact same time and speed. I couldn’t help but ask the blonde next to me if the chauffer was one of them and all she did was turn to me and smile, Jesus Christ I thought, this guy looking all prim and proper might just be willing and capable of tearing out someone’s throat to protect the very important person inside the vehicle.

The whole uneasy feeling of what I was getting involved in was creeping back and I am sure the blonde noticed, she reached for my hand and held it gently with a reassuring smile. We drove through the city surrounded by massive buildings, these made New York look like a fucking century old town! And it didn’t matter how cramped it looked there was an unsettling amount of space for massive installations from fountains to even something that looked like a miniature metal world, miniature is a word I use loosely. I caught a glimpse of the fucking Burj Khalifi and as we approached near it the whole damn top half was so far away that the haze of what little moisture hung in the morning air melted away the exquisite details of that within full visible range… I didn’t even know a building could do that. It looked like it poked through the atmosphere!

We arrived at our destination, a hotel. And not just any hotel. A bridge led the way to this sublime building that rose out of the bay alone, its wide base rising high to taper off like the sail of a boat. We pulled up in our little convoy and this time the chauffer did not get out first, two men exited the G6 in front of us and one exited behind. They surrounded the doors to open them and held their hands out for us ladies to take, the two girls were quick to embrace their offer and I could only copy. My man was polite but I was acutely aware he was dangerous, his shades hid his eyes and I could tell he was white but when he spoke I was surprised. American. These men used to be military and that was completely obvious, my guy led the way as he asked me follow. The blonde brunette fell in line behind me and the blonde behind her, I looked behind to see the other two men taking up the rear as we were escorted and three other men stood outside the rear G6 with three more standing outside the first. Definitely ex-military. I still felt nervous because this was not my world, but it made me feel safe.

The interior of this hotel can only be described as holy shit!

Whoever my husbands client is he is a big player. I’m not going to lie when I say most can’t afford our house and I am not intending to gloat, but this hotel was out of our range. My husband wasn’t paying this.

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