Real Hotwives Of Dubai: Dubai Affairs, #1

By Mona Rivers

Is my friend's wild husband truly off-limits?

 

He wasn't the night we all played truth or dare in our apartment.

 

I'd wanted to go further, but fate had conspired against us.

 

Now I'm flying to Dubai without my husband. It's just an innocent dinner, right?

 

At least it was, until his wife got called in to work.

 

Now we have the night to ourselves to see just how far we dare go.

 

Real Hotwives of Dubai is a steamy erotic tale intended for readers over the age of 18+

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mona Rivers
• Release date: Mar 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224413959

Book preview

Dubai Affairs: Real Hotwives Of Dubai

I could hardly contain my excitement. Dinner in Dubai with our hot friends. It was worth the flight. Not dinner, but what I hoped this opportunity might bring. Zain and Sana had been our friends for years, but me and my husband had often hoped they would be more.

We’d come close once. Years ago, we’d got drunk and played a little truth or dare. It got pretty hot and heavy on our couch, me grinding in Zain’s lap while Sana shook her incredible ass for my hubby, Hamza.

I remember that night often. Zain’s lips against my ear as he’d whispered that he needed me. But before things could grow into the wife swap we’d been hoping for, we’d chickened out, too nervous about what it might do to our friendship.

My hubby was handsome, but Zain had a cute babyface that I wanted to pin between my thighs and ride him until I screamed with glee. Hamza knew how I felt. It was the excitement of chasing the forbidden. Hamza wanted the swap as much as I did. I’d seen the way he watched Sana’s incredible ass bounce about when we were together.

It was the same way Zain looked at my chest. I was blessed in a way his wife missed out on and I knew he’d love to take them in his hands and make me moan. Just the thought made me wet.

The thought and the lingering hope that it might become a reality. If I had my way, it would be tonight. Hamza had stayed home; work had come up at the last minute. but there was no reason we should both miss out. So, I’d taken our trip to Dubai, and as usual Zain and Sana had invited us dinner, but I hadn’t yet told them I’d be alone.

Alone in my little black dress. It had a v-cut