Stacy enjoys more footage of her husband with her friends and relies on it to see her through the troubles of her business trip. The threat of losing a major client because of her past weighs heavily on her as her coworkers continue to undermine her.
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To everyone who have become fans of my works, I apologize greatly for the long delay in between chapters. Life has a funny way of interfering with our plans, as I'm sure you're all well aware of. Work responsibilities and personal commitments have created a great strain on my time, but I've been writing as much as I'm able through it all. The result is the short chapter of this series and a long chapter in my other current series. I hope that everyone enjoys them.
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[Loving Wives] (Best Friend, Bisexual Female, Dirty Talk, Female Masturbation, Huge Ass, Husband Sharing, Husband Watching, Squirting, Video Chat)
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True to her request, Stacy awoke to find no fewer than sixteen pics of Lisa's completely cum-covered massive tits. The ones where she was licking the slime up and savoring it had her frigging herself to a split-second orgasm and she hadn't even been awake for five minutes. She hadn't even been up long enough to have coffee! However, she found that this was a much better morning wake up.
The happy wife slid from bed and made her way to the luxurious bathroom of her hotel room to take a scalding shower and attend to her morning necessities.
Once she was dressed in the modest fashion she'd adopted since arriving in Dubai and ordered room service for breakfast, she sat down to go over contract proposals from the top three bidders. Halal Enterprises had contracted Stacy's firm to oversee the bidding and acquisitions of the prime real estate in the newest skyscraper that they were finishing constructing. Despite the almost disaster of the previous day's meeting, she felt confident that she and her coworkers could pull off the job that had the potential of billions of dollars in percentages for their firm.
She felt a twinge of irritation edging off the glow of her orgasm at the though of Etienne and Gunter. Picking up her phone, she scanned and quickly deleted all of their pathetic attempts at flirting with her as well as their whining about being ignored at the previous day's meeting.
For Stacy, as a woman, to have quickly gained the respect of Mr. Fareed was a monumental accomplishment. Her competence at her job and cultural intelligence with the local customs and culture had impressed the man to the point where he dealt exclusively with her alone, which irritated the 'alpha male' streak in her coworkers.
Stacy paused when she came across one particular text from Etienne. It had been late last night when he and Gunter were once again partying at the nightclubs, so he was obviously drunk when he'd sent it.
-Da fuck isure prob bab? Y wont you cum party? Izit dat fag u married? Cmon let a reel man show u wut u been missin
-Stac where da fuk r u?
-K dat how u want it? Lessee how erry1 like wot a ho u wuz
Stacy had a hard time deciphering his last three texts, but the final one was a little ominous. She quickly put it out of her head and hurried to answer the door for her breakfast. The young man at the door beamed and chatted with her as she took the cart. He had been mildly contemptuous of the western woman upon first meeting but had quickly warmed up when he realized how good her Farsi was.
He had moved on to correcting her dialect and taught her invaluable tidbits about the language and local inflection. The young man was also greatly impressed at her knowledge of his culture and her respect for clothing customs. He had seen too many westerners parading around like whores and had formed a bad stereotype. Despite her porn star body, Stacy had smashed all his stereotypes to where he guiltily apologized for his initial treatment of her. She had humble brushed it off and been delighted to make a local friend.
Once she was back in her room and digging in to her breakfast, she snatched up her phone at Rachella's ringtone going off. The bubble-butted Latina had won second dibs in the fight over her husband.
Stacy almost snorted out some of her food while laughing at her friend's questions about what Gabe liked to eat. Regardless of his open mind and extreme patience, Stacy's husband was the most conservative man she'd ever met when it came to food. The snickering wife asked her friend what the kids' menu had on it. This led to a playful banter that resumed her good mood.
The day was Thursday and had her scheduled for another meeting at Halal Enterprises. Her coworkers would be meeting with some of the bidders to feel them out, and the savvy businesswoman prayed hard that they wouldn't find a way to fuck things up. She, meanwhile, would be meeting with the accounting and marketing departments to go over the contracts with a fine-toothed comb to look for any fuckery.
Stacy dearly wanted to check on the footage to see how Lisa was paying off her debt to Gabe, but time was precious and she knew the day would be long.
She arrived very early at the office building on her own as custom demanded. It was fine with her since she doubted that her two childish coworkers were even close to conscious at this early hour. The young woman was delighted to find that the company employed people whom were every bit as eager as she when she found half the accounting department already in their offices. Stacy set to work at once and was halfway through crunching numbers when Mr. Fareed surprised the entire department by arriving to check on her.
Stacy stood demurely and spoke politely to him while once again impressing him with her work ethic and knowledge of the contract. He smile warmly and introduced her to his nephew, Omar. Mr. Fareed told her that anything at all that she required could be obtained through Omar before he left.
A chill of dread crept up her spine as she witnessed Omar sizing her up like a piece of meat. No, he assessed her like she was a whore he was about to purchase and leered at her accordingly. Also, he stood far too close for custom to allow when they were alone as well as making comments that were laced with innuendo. Stacy felt disgust that even in another country, she'd found a man cut from the same mold as Etienne and Gunter.
Omar was brash and arrogant, but he was also bordering on blasphemous. He missed one morning prayer while "flirting" with Stacy and would have missed a second had Mr. Fareed not hunted him down. Once the man was gone, Stacy fled to the marketing department.
After lunch, Stacy's bile rose even more when Etienne resumed his nagging. The man simply could not take a hint. She woefully regretted her youthful mistake of fucking the man a handful of times in college.
Stacy was quite proud of her sexuality and wore the term "slut" as a badge of honor, but she despised how others associated the term. Just because she loved to fuck, it didn't mean she would fuck anyone and everyone. She and her friends had been careful about whom and how often they fucked around when they were younger despite the numerous variety they engaged in.
Plus, she had sworn of all other men entirely once she fell for Gabriel. No other man could hold a candle to him in her book, so she firmly lived by the saying of, "once you've had the best, how can you ever go back to the rest". His stamina was almost medically impossible and had outfucked her every, single time over their ten year relationship. Besides all of that, he was a genuinely good man who loved her totally and faithfully. Stacy had eyes and ears everywhere, and she had never found the slightest whisper of him sniffing for other pussy.
That was one reason why she had given the love of her life the dearest gift she could think of, a hallpass. She had given him free reign to fuck whomever he wanted while she was away and had steered him toward her clique of slutty friends whom she knew for a fact had been salivating over him for years. It had taken some prodding and nagging, but he'd finally taken the plunge. Stacy couldn't have been prouder.
Unable to help herself, during lunch, she snuck a peek at some of the security footage recorded from the house and had to quickly shut it down. The nuclear level of heat the images of Gabe and Lisa fucking brought on would've had her rushing to the bathroom to frig herself to endless orgasms. While she normally wouldn't have had a problem with this back home, she was trying to set a good example for her company while in Dubai.
The afternoon was filled with meetings with marketing executives that yielded mixed results. Some of the more chauvinistic members resented being stuck with a westerner and a woman at that, so they made her job ten times harder than it needed to be. However, others were taken with her work ethic and knowledgeableness, and they went out of their way to help her which would help themselves in the long run anyway.
When Stacy left that afternoon, she was tired yet immensely satisfied with the amount that she'd accomplished in one day. She had located four errors in two of the contracts and had uncovered a loophole one client would've exploited to bilk Halal for countless sums over the next decade. When Mr. Fareed had learned of it, he had been equal parts grateful to Stacy and frighteningly furious with the client. If not for the potential profit, he would have terminated the negotiations immediately over the insulting attempt and conning his company.
