Dubai Hotwife Gangbang: Dubai Affairs, #2

By Mona Rivers

I can't stop thinking about my best friend's husband.

 

Ever since we swapped spouses for a deliciously dirty evening, I've wanted more. 

 

So when I found myself in Dubai, my hubby a thousand miles away, I couldn't help myself.

 

I tried to text him, but he's out with clients. If he won't come to me, I guess I'll have to go to him.

 

What will my hubby think? More importantly, what will those clients think of my outfit?

 

Dubai Hotwife Gangbang is an erotic story intended for readers over the age of 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mona Rivers
• Release date: May 8, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224051519

Book preview

Dubai Affairs: Dubai Hotwife Gangbang

It had been a matter of months since our mischievous swap with Zain and Sana. It had been one of the most intoxicating experiences in my entire life. I’d been craving more of Zain ever since we’d fooled about in his apartment. He was wild in the sack, but it had been equally hot to watch Hamza take what he’d wanted from Sana all these years.

We’d talked since the wife-swap but hadn’t found the opportunity to have any more fun. Life had gone back to normal, but for the fact that Zain sexted me every few days. At least twice a week I’d wake up to pictures of his cock with cheeky captions about what he’d do with his friend’s naughty wife.

It sent a guilty thrill through me. So much so that on my current trip to Dubai I’d been wondering just how much trouble I could get myself into. Sana was back home, as was Hamza albeit in different cities. But Zain and I were in Dubai and our spouses were almost a thousand miles away.

I’d been expecting Zain to show up at my hotel room, I’d been teasing him the whole time I was here, but he’d showed remarkable restraint. It was my last night in town before heading to Paris, perhaps I would need to up the ante, see just how much self-control he possessed.

Failing that, surely I could find an excuse to run into my friend’s husband, but first I had to finish dinner with a pair of investors and hope they came on board. It was going well, but I had the sneaking suspicion the investors were more interested in me, than the company. Perhaps on account of the extraordinarily provocative outfit I’d chosen.

It was a