Adultery Arabian Horse: Supermodel wife negotiates a deal - any one have this complete Story

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Arabian Horse: Supermodel wife negotiates a deal - any one have this complete Story 

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//..........This story revolves around a business man married to a internationally famous supermodel and their struggles to negotiate a deal with one of the richest man in Saudi Arabia...........//

Chapter 1: The beginnings
"Aren't you the guy who is married to that supermodel". Adi Ezra heard this question a hundredth time today. He used to take it as a formal quotation earlier but nowadays this was really getting under his skin. He knew exactly why people asked him this question every single time. They just wanted enough information from him which will stroke their wild desires. Wild desires for adi's wife. Ignoring the question for a hundredth time, adi continued with the meeting. His mind was racing to finish this meeting and seal the deal. After all, he was the owner of a israel based oil exploration company and married to the israeli supermodel Bar Refaeli. Life couldn't have been much better for him personally and professionally. His only concern was people constantly asking him about his wife.
Professionally, his company was worth a billion dollars and in process of closing some big deals. He was planning on expansions and was targetting the rich arab nations. He was in touch with a few oil corporations from that region and was quite interested in one particular offer. This particular offer was from Saudi Aramco, the largest oil exploration company in the world. Adi Ezra was really looking forward to hearing back from them. He was anxious as it was 2 weeks since their last conversation. He was afraid that some other company might seal the deal. Adi was finally done with the meeting and finally went out to the terrace to get some fresh air. Adi opened his phone and checked it again, there was no email or message from the Saudis. He saw there was a message from his wife asking him when he was coming home. Adi just kept his phone in his pocket, he was totally focused on closing the deal.
Back home, Bar was sitting in the living room of the 5 million dollars villa. She was looking at her phone, waiting for a reply from her husband. Recently, she had observed adi was ignoring her for most part of the past 6 months. The sex was also almost non existent. She knew adi was very busy with his professional life but she also wanted some attention from her husband. Bar and Adi got married 4 years back and their sex life was decent early on. But from the past 6 months, it was non existent. Bar was also aware of the ongoing negotiations with the saudis and didn't wanted to distract adi. She was feeling very horny, she started to touch herself closing her eyes. She wanted her husband to be here with her right now. She started stroking her pussy with her fingers and started moaning lightly. Her hands were roaming all around her body and back to her pussy. She was playing with her body for some time and didn't realise when she fell asleep.........

Next morning, Bar woke up in a happy mood. She went downstairs and saw her husband was sleeping on the couch. He was still in his business blazer and had his laptop bag right next to him. She smiled at that and went in the bathroom to take a bath. Adi woke up and heard the shower was running.
After some time, Bar came out from the bathroom and walked towards the kitchen. She made coffee for herself and her husband and came to the living room. Adi lovingly took the coffee from her and smiled at her. She looked at him seductively, still horny from last night. Adi ignored her again and said. "Honey I have some good news"
Bar- What?
Adi- We closed the deal. We are going to Saudi Arabia. We have to stay there for atleast 2 years. It's a deal worth 100 million dollars and we are working in collaboration with Saudi Aramco. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity honey.
Bar was shellshocked. She was very angry.
Bar- You didn't even ask me once if I would come to Saudi Arabia. What the hell is wrong with you. I am your wife honey.
Adi- Why should I ask you? Plus do you understand what 100 million dollars means. It's a done deal baby. Plus the Saudis are making all the arrangements for us to stay there for 2 years. Don't worry it's going to be a great place to stay and work. Besides you and I get to spend more time together. Pack your bags honey we are leaving in 3 days.
He walked into the bedroom saying this, making all the necessary arrangements for the travel. He didn't care what his wife thought of this. He knew they had hit the jackpot. The 3 days went by quickly and they were already boarding the flight from israel to Saudi Arabia.

Chapter 2: Saudi Arabia
Bar was not even looking at her husband for the past 3 days, she was very angry with him and his decision. She loved her life in Israel, she was not interested in moving to a new country. Let alone a country like Saudi Arabia. She had heard a lot of thing's about that place. She closed her eyes and just slept for the remainder of the journey.

Adi and Bar arrive in Saudi Arabia

Adi stepped through the oval of the plane's door. He flinched at the wave of heat and stepped back.

'Ouch!' Hands shoved him sharply in the back. 'You stood on my toe!'

He lurched forward back into the burning heat.

'It's hot!'
'My toe!... if it is bruised I'll never forgive you!'

Adi grimaced. There was not much his proud wife did forgive him for! Ever since she had granted him her hand in marriage, she had made it very clear what a privilege it was for him to marry a supermodel like her.

That Bar was one in a long family history of classic, blond, southern belles and he was a very lucky man to marry her!

Not that he thought that when she smiled at him. Nor did he think that when Bar persuaded him to try and create another generation of southern belles by getting her pregnant.
Unfortunately, that endeavour had proven useless and that had only added to his lovely wife's edginess.

Bar shuffled forward as the press of passenger's seeking to leave the aeroplane pressed close. She shoved her husband in the back again. The heat seemed scorching but she was not going to deign to comment on it after her husband's embarrassing display.

Hot! What did he expect in Saudi Arabia?

At the bottom of the aeroplane's steps she looked around. Where was the coach to take them to the terminal? Adi had already sussed the situation and turned to Bar even as other passengers began the trek across the concrete apron of the runway towards the run down looking building that made up Saudi Arabia International Airport.

'We are going to have to walk to the terminal.'

'Walk!' Bar screeched.

'I don't walk anywhere!'

'Honey, we don't have a choice, please don't make a scene in front of all the passengers.'

Bar glared at her failure of a husband. His inability to satisfy her sexually was already a problem. After three years of marriage he had failed to provide her with a baby girl to carry on the rafaeli family tradition. For over 50 years the Rafaeli family had produced a series of supermodel southern belles and family pressure for her to do the same was high. Her own acceptance of Adi's transfer was largely to escape the pressure from her own family from her failure to get pregnant.

As if it was her fault!

She let Adi make love to her whenever she thought she was fertile. Though Bar had not bothered to attend those embarrassing sex education classes at school and her mother had not bothered to give her a woman's talk. Which was just as well as she would not have born the embarrassment of such a talk!

Adi turned away, hefted the travelling bag they had been allowed inside the cabin and set off sullenly for the terminal.

Bar glared daggers at his back. Then she pulled herself together, and followed her husband. Her make up was not going to survive in this heat. The sooner she was under cover the better.
In the terminal Adi was looking nonplussed and to her surprise was shaking the hands of a arab man. She frowned and moved closer. Adi turned to her.

'Oh Hi Honey. This is Mr Masood. He is the manager of the Saudi Office and was kind enough to meet us and see us safely through the airport.'

Bar's eyes widened. Her husband's boss was a arab man!!!

As he ushered them towards the baggage conveyor she leaned closer to her husband.

'You didn't tell me your boss would be a arab man!'

'I didn't know.....'

'You are going to have to take orders from a arab man!' Adi looked distinctly uncomfortable. 'Our families will have a fit if they ever found out you took orders from a arab man... it's disgraceful!'

'Honey, this is Saudi Arabia.'

Bar's whispers were not quite as low as she wished. Mr Masood kept his face impassive as he realised that his new employee and his wife were racists. That would make it difficult, and he would stamp down hard on Adi at every opportunity. Bar was everything he had been told about. A classic blond beauty supermodel. She would do well in a public relations role but he would have to deal with her racist attitudes. On second thoughts making such a beautiful white racist submit to big arab cock would have its own benefits among his business contacts.

'Wasn't that our baggage?' She nodded to the set of Louis Vitton suitcases that were now 10 paces off further down the line. Ten paces crowded with the press of bodies. Adi struggled through the crowd.

Mr Masood led Bar through the press towards customs and immigration. She tried to pull free of this impertinent arab man's grip and was astonished by the strength of his grip. She looked sideways at him, then quickly looked away. It was embarrassing to be led like this, but at least he was keeping the riff raff Arabs away.

She looked around the hall. She was being stared at. She was used to men staring. But this was different. It was arab men openly staring. They wouldn't have dared stare back home. These men didn't just stare their eyes were filled with open hunger as they lingered on her. She sniffed and glared back.

Nevertheless she could feel her body responding to the sexual tension in the room. She cursed her womanhood. A shiver went down her spine.
It was going to be more dangerous here than she had thought. Danger in a way she had not expected.

Adi struggled along behind. All of the baggage trolleys having suddenly disappeared! He watched as Mr Masood breezed through customs and immigration and he struggled to keep up so that they would realise he was with Mr Masood.

Outside the airport he looked on in astonishment as Mr Masood escorted his wife into luxurious Mercedes and the car then whisked away without him! His wife's startled eyes looking back for him.
He had just started to panic when another Arab rushed up.

'Mr Ezra?' Adi was slow to realise he was being addressed. Even after three years he was not comfortable with being called mr Ezra, he looked at the man calling him.
He looked away from the disappearing Mercedes to the deferential bobbing Arab in front of him.

'Mr Masood asked me to bring you your company car.'

Instantly diverted Adi glanced in the indicated direction where there was a brand new 4 wheel drive Range Rover parked by the roadside.

'Can I take your luggage, Sir.'

Sir! This was getting better! He offloaded the luggage and admired the new car. His wife could look after herself for a while. If she was going to survive in Saudi Arabia she was going to have to learn some new ways.

He walked around the car, admiring its shiny polished exterior. He was tempted to start tinkering with the engine. He put his hand on the bonnet and pulled back quickly. He had burned his hand! The shiny metal was hot enough to fry eggs!
Ah well, he would look at the engine later.

The Arab man was holding the door open for him and he slipped into the driver's seat. His hands caressed the steering wheel as his eyes flashed across the unfamiliar Arab control panels. With a start of alarm he realised it not automatic.

Was he going to make a fool of himself in front of this Arab employee?

Bar was distinctly uncomfortable at being alone in a car with two Arab men. Mr Masood's chauffeur drove the car while Mr Masood sat beside her in the back. She was alarmed at sitting so close and casual with a arab man.

Suddenly she missed her husband. She glanced behind her as the airport disappeared in the dust behind.

'Your husband is being given his new company car. He will be along shortly.'

The drive took half an hour, and Bar struggled to pay attention to Mr Masood. Half annoyed that she was obliged to listen to a arab man, half distracted by the vista outside the limousine's windows. At least it was cool in the car.

She stared with suppressed awe at the vibrant colour of the flowering trees and vividly coloured bushes. Expensive looking luxury villa's lined the road. At one point they briefly passed through a poor area. Arabs stared at the luxury car as it passed and Bar stared in turn at homes made from corrugated iron, breeze block, and what looked like sheets of garden trellis fencing. Thin children that played in the dust, Arab men staring at their car.

Back in a wealthy area the car swept through the open gates set in the midst or pristine white washed walls. The car pulled up in front if a villa that could have been taken straight from a film set. Bar tried not to be impressed as Mr Masood announced that this would be their new home.

It was magnificent!

Suddenly things seemed much better and she actually thanked Mr Masood.

Mr Masood said, 'Ah don't thank me. Thank the owner of Saudi Aramco Mr. Rashid'

A young Arab boy of 17 rushed from the now locked gates. To her surprise it was to Mr Masood's door that the boy ran. Opening the car door for Mr Masood and bowing low with a mixed look of deference and fear. Bar was startled by that look of fear. Why did the boy fear Mr Masood?

After Mr Masood had left the car he rushed around the car and open for Bar. Again bowing low deferentially, as she swung her legs out of the car she caught another look pass across his face before it was quickly suppressed as his eyes raked her shapely legs. She was familiar with that look, and suppressed quite satisfaction. She would make this immature boy's life a sexual torment with her teasing!

Mr Masood ignored the boy. He waved at the long low covered garages and his driver edged the car carefully within where the interior would be protected from the searing heat of the sun.

Then he took Bar by the waist and urged her towards the house. Bar tried to squirm free of the arab arm around her slim waist and was reminded again of the extra-ordinary strength of her husband's Arab manager.
She could not contain the roll of her stomach at being held by such a strong man. They passed down a shrub lined tree shaded pathway to the entrance to the villa.

She struggled to pull together her emotions. To retain her cool demeanour as MrMasood showed her the kitchen. Mr Masood walked through the villa explaining the usual use of the various rooms. The living room was spacious and sumptuously furnished opening through patio doors onto a paved circular patio trimmed with colourful flowers. Bar stepped onto the patio. A variety of colourful birds she had not seen before sported and fluttered around a number of bird baths.

Sunlight glittered and shone from the surface of crystal blue pool.

Bar realised she had entered paradise.

Mr Masood stepped out on the patio to join her. Salman stepped out and passed by. His large hands scooped up the handles of a wheelbarrow and with a whistle wheeled it off across a particularly well-manicured lawn.

'Salman looks after the garden. He used to work for the British Governor before independence, but it would be best if you remembered that Arabs run this country now. It is our country, and we have little time for racist colonial attitudes.'

Bar bridled at the rebuke, but curled her tongue. He was right after all. This was a arab man's country, and while Bar was uncomfortable with that it would be wise to remember it.

'I should mention he has five wives. None of course are allowed at the villa. He is entitled to two holidays a year, one for a month, and another for two weeks.'

'But if he only gets home so... ' Her words trailed off.

'Oh Arabs have never put a high store on faithfulness. Half the brats in the area are his bastard children. I would be careful around him.'

Bar flushed at the implication.

'Not something I need to consider I can assure you. I am happily married.' Even as she said the words she realised the mockery of them. She was not happy at all. Not satisfied and not happy. She would not allow this smug rich Arab to think so.

'I love my husband, and I believe in the sanctity of marriage, and respect my vows.'

Behind her back Masood looked at her. He was going to bugger this sanctimonious bitch. Filled with her pretentious and israeli airs. He would make her scream in pain when he buggered her and would delight in it. He would thrust his black arab cock into her tight back passage and savour her desperate wriggles. Yes he would make her scream with pain, and then he would delight when her screams switched to whimpers of pleasure. He would savour the moment when her soft rounded hips started to hump eagerly back on his skewering cock.

He would make her beg for more of his black arab cock thrust up inside her. Oh how he would savour her desperate begging for more...

Bar turned and looked at him.
He smiled politely.

The boy appeared through the patio door. He held a tray with two dark drinks. Bar was surprised to see the drinks served in a large English style beer jug. The drink itself was laced with ice and fruit. Mr Masood sighed with pleasure and nodded to the drinks.

'Pimm's Nr 1... one of the good things the British left us.'

He swept up a glass and drank deep.

Bar carefully sipped the drink and was astonished at the wonderful balanced taste, obviously alcoholic, but not powerfully so. The ice had cooled it delightfully. She looked in the glass. There was so much fruit in the glass that it was too tight for the contents to float. She looked as slices of apple and banana, segments of orange, sliced strawberries and various berries all mixed in with crushed ice.

She sipped deeper. She could get to like it here.

A horn sounded in the street outside.

'That will be your husband, it is best to keep your gates locked at all times. Only you, your husband, and Salman should have a key. I could not emphasise enough the importance of that. An Arab could steal everything in the house in 10 minutes.'

He paused, a moment and looked at her.

'You should be aware Mrs Ezra that while Saudi Arabia has progressed far in the modern world there are still some practices that persist. While most Arab governments are enlightened and progressive.'

Bar kept her face impassive at this last comment. The idea that the Saudi Arabia government was enlightened or progressive was laughable. Her own country's state department had carefully advised them what to expect in Saudi Arabia. Mr Masood continued.

'There are also evil and exploitive people here.'

He looked at the beautiful white supermodel wife of his new employee. Admiring her classical beauty. Bar could see he was being diffident and careful in his thought.

'Let me be blunt Mrs Ezra. There are men who will not simply rest at stealing. Most Arab men will not hesitate to bang such a beautiful white supermodel as you if given half the chance, or even worse than bang.'

Bar raised her eyes as looked at her husband's boss. There was a mocking look in her eyes. She was not going to allow him to make her scared.

'Worse than bang! I think most women would consider bang worse than death.'

Mr Masood nodded his acceptance of her words.

'No Mrs Ezra, I was not thinking of bang. Your ancestors enslaved many Arabians. There are Arabs even in this country who consider white slavery as a fitting response to your country's past crimes. Yes, I am afraid that a thief might steal you as well as your TV. There are places where a pretty white woman like yourself can still be put on a slave block and sold to the highest bidder.'

Bar was rocked by his words, and the casual way they were spoken. She was alarmed not just by his words, but also by the gut reaction in her loins. What would it be like to be staked to a pole while dark skinned arab men bid to buy her? Her knees felt weak and she sank onto one of the patio chairs.

Adi appeared in the door.

'Is there a drink for me then?'

Bar looked away from him into the garden where Salman was trimming firewood. She shivered. That man had 5 wives. She looked away quickly.

'I must leave you now. I will expect you in the office at 8am. Mr Rashid wants to meet you.' Mr Masood said.

He nodded and left.

'Are you alright Bar?'

She looked at him, before nodding. She was more shaken than she realised.

'Is the gate locked?'

Adi nodded.

Over the next few weeks' matters went downhill as the reality of living in Saudi Arabia became apparent. On their first afternoon, a white man had arrived with two big German Shepherds. He announced himself as Mr Johnson, Mr Masood's security manager. He then give them a 'pep talk' on personal security that had left Bar close to tears with worry. Even Adi had been perturbed. But Adi was not a pretty white woman. Bar was a very beautiful white supermodel and all the Arab men were very aggressive around her. They wanted her and she knew that only too well. She was both scared and aroused, and scared of being aroused!

The dogs were an enigma. To her shock and secret pleasure she discovered they were racist. They barely tolerated Salman and that only because he fed them. If any Arab came to the gates the friendly dogs became snarling savage beasts that scared the hell out of Bar. That was enough for most of the visiting Arabs to scarper before she had even reached the gate to enquire what they want. That was good she realised as any potential burglar would know about these dogs and stay away.

They had savaged one Arab who had walked through the gates and down the driveway before they could get to him. To her surprise the local security officer had not been bothered by this, and had dismissed it as deserving. That had shocked Bar almost as much as the event.

Yet a completely strange white man could walk right up to the house and the dogs would just lie in the sun! She had decided to feed the dogs herself, and hoped to ensure their loyalty to her. Apart from when an Arab was around they were placid, and friendly if powerful dogs. She had never had a dog as a pet and had been startled at how much pleasure it was to play with them.

They were a bit over friendly at times and sometimes they would dart in with intimate sniffs and licks that embarrassed Bar. Sometime the meaningful way they looked at her as though expecting something from her, made her glad she was not a bitch dog!

Inside the villa was indeed paradise.

Outside was Bar's closest appreciation of hell.

Shops! She snorted.

When she had discovered that if she wanted bread or flour she had would have to join a queue of 50 Arab women she had raged with Adi for an hour. Sometimes after queuing for an hour in the sun she would discover it all sold out and would have to wait for another delivery.

She had learned the trick was to pay a bribe to the manager of the Arab department store and he would telephone when a deliver was due. She had to pay him weekly, and he was always horny around this sexy supermodel.

Groping! Adi had given up trying to stop the Arab men copping a feel when they were out together. It was too much effort he said. Get used to it, he had said! She had barred him from her bed for a week in punishment!

The local water made her ill.
The power supply was sporadic.
The telephone worked sporadically and any request for repair she was told had a six month wait!

Adi! He worked from 8am to 9pm then came home and fell asleep from the heat! He was tired touchy and insensitive to her needs.

Worse!!

Adi's credit cards did not work here!!!

Not there was much to buy, but she was going to have to wait for his first month's pay before she had any money to spend.

Chapter 3: Mr Rashid Bin Khalifa
Mr Rashid was the head of Saudi Aramco, he was one of the most influential people in Saudi Arabia. He had made a fortune in his lifetime and at the age of 61, he had no plans of slowing down. Mr Rashid kept himself out of the limelight and only intervened when the company had to make major business decisions. One major decision they took was to sign a contract with adi's company despite having better offers from other companies. Mr Rashid at the age of 61 didn't involve himself in the company's affairs on a day to day basis. He preferred staying at home in his 200 million dollar palace and looking after his health. He followed a strict workout routine followed by a healthy diet of meat and eggs. Mr Rashid had 12 children from his 4 wives. All of his children were in the western countries. Mr Rashid didn't wanted to involve them in his company. His 4 wives were no longer with him. Today he decided to visit the company and meet his new employee/partner Adi Ezra and also Mr Masood. Mr Masood was one of the few people Mr Rashid trusted with his vast empire and companies.

Mr Rashid was ready at 7:30AM, he along with his entourage of private security and advisors proceeded to Saudi Aramco's headquarters. Mr Rashid had a convoy of 10 range rovers and in between was his gold coated Rolls-Royce. Every person on the street knew who was sitting in that Rolls-Royce. Mr Rashid was a ruthless businessman and took what he wanted. He reached the headquarters in no time and proceeded to his gold coated private cabin where only few people had access. All the employees were scared/shocked as to why Mr Rashid was in the office early morning. Adi arrived at the office as usual at 9AM and saw everyone was tense and there was unusual silence on every floor. He found it strange and went inside his cabin. He started his laptop and saw there was an email from Mr Masood marked as URGENT.
'Mr Rashid wants to meet you'
Adi Ezra felt butterflies in his stomach after reading that. He knew Mr Rashid was a very powerful man. All the arrangements for him and his wife were done on behalf of Mr Rashid. Adi composed himself and started walking towards Mr Rashid's cabin.

'Morning sir' was all adi could say as he stepped inside his cabin. He was in awe of the interiors of his cabin. Everything was done in gold.

Mr Rashid looked up at him and nodded. This was the first time Adi and Mr Rashid were meeting face to face. Adi observed despite being old, Mr Rashid was a handsome man and his muscular body was easy to make out under his typical arab outfit. Mr Rashid shook his hand and asked him to sit. Adi was surprised at how strong his grip felt around his hand.

Adi took a seat and looked at him, Mr Rashid was busy with his laptop. Mr Rashid casually asked him, 'So how's it going?'.

Adi Ezra was relieved by his question, he felt like finally the ice was broken. He started telling him about his work, the Saudi Arabian heat, the struggles he was going through etc
Mr Rashid was least interested in listening about him. He interrupted, 'Hows your wife?'

Adi was taken aback by his blunt question, but he continued to tell her his wife is really struggling to get used to their new environment. He told her how she's bored to stay at home all day as he is in the office most of the time. Adi told him about their struggle to find time for each other because of this new project which meant a lot to him.

Mr Rashid was busy with his laptop, unknown to Adi, he was looking at sexy pictures of his supermodel wife. Mr Rashid was having a hard time looking at the sexy body of his wife. Adi's info about their struggles further escalated his desire for this sexy blonde israeli supermodel.

Mr Rashid told him that he wanted Adi and his wife to accompany him to his trip to France next week to meet and finalize business with the Americans. Mr Rashid owned a 5 star hotel in the French Riviera along with a private beach. Mr Rashid assured him that he and his wife can relax and enjoy after the deal is finalized and they can also take an extended vacation. Adi was delighted after listening to that. Mr Rashid told him to look after his personal life. Adi agreed with him and thanked him again for the invitation.

Back home, Bar was really delighted after adi told her about the trip to French Riviera. Bar was looking forward to a vacation after her tough few weeks here in Saudi Arabia. She made up her travel list and started packing for the trip. She packed all her sexy bikinis and lingerie in a separate bag for her. Adi and Bar were both looking forward to the trip. Bar was mighty impressed by her husband's ultimate boss.

On the airport, both Adi and Bar were impressed by the hospitality shown by Mr Rashid. He had sent a Rolls-Royce to escort him and his wife to the airport. He also had 2 people to look after their luggage. As Adi and Bar cleared the security and customs they saw a gold coated private jet waiting for them. Bar was mesmerized by the beauty of it. She really loved the royal taste of Mr Rashid. She had never seen a gold plated private jet in her life.

Inside the jet, Mr Rashid was waiting for his guests to arrive. He was sitting on his gold plated luxury leather couch and having his morning tea. Suddenly he heard noises of heels clicking and realised it was bar walking up to his jet. First to enter was Adi who greeted him with folded hands. Mr Rashid just nodded at him and looked at the entrance of his jet. Bar stepped in the jet and Mr Rashid just kept looking at her. She was wearing denim shorts and her sexy long legs were on full display. Her golden blonde hair were neatly done and the top 3 buttons of her cotton shirt were open displaying a hint of her cleavage.

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Mr Rashid was mesmerized by her beauty, Bar just smiled at him and wished him good morning. Mr Rashid offered tea to both of them and soon they were on their way to the French Riviera. During the flight, Bar looked at Mr Rashid and could easily make out his rippling muscles under his arabian dress. He was dressed in white arabian clothes with a gold chain, diamond rings and a diamond studded watch. Mr Rashid looked at her and bar just smiled and looked away.

After some time, their jet landed at the private runway on his property. All of them off boarded and saw there were 2 black range rovers waiting for them to take them to the 5 star hotel. After a short drive, they reached the picturesque hotel and bar felt her jaw hit the floor after looking at the luxurious property.

'This is amazing' she said.

'If this is not heaven, I don't know what is' Adi added. Both of them were stunned.

Both of them got out of their car and were taken to their presidential suite. Bar was stunned looking at the suite. It had a view of the ocean. It was a 5 bedroom luxury suite which is generally reserved for presidents. Bar observed everything was done in gold. The chairs, the tables, the dining sets. Everything was in gold. Bar and Adi had never seen anything like this. It spoke a lot about the amount of wealth Mr Rashid had.
Soon their luggage arrived and bar started unpacking. She quickly related that one pair of her lingerie and bra and panties were missing. She looked at her husband and saw he was in the balcony enjoying the view. She didn't make a big deal of it and continued with the unpacking.

Bar joined her husband in the balcony and both of them were enjoying the view. The crystal clear water and the white sand really looked majestic. Soon their lunch arrived in gold coated plates and both of them just started eating. They were very hungry.They quickly finished lunch and took a short nap.

Bar got up first and saw an invite was waiting for them for dinner. She opened the invitation and saw it was handwritten by Mr Rashid. She bit her lip after reading it and went into the luxurious bathroom to get ready. Adi got up and could hear the shower was running. He saw the invite on the table near him and realised that they were invited for dinner tonight.

Adi got ready and saw his wife stepping out of the shower. She was looking like an angel. Her wet blonde hair and her green eyes. She went in the bedroom and started getting ready for the dinner.

Adi and Bar went downstairs to the world class restaurant and waited for Mr Rashid.
Bar was wearing a sexy blue tight dress which showed her ample cleavage. Mr Rashid arrived and walked towards Bar. She extended her hand and Mr Rashid took her hand and kissed it. Adi saw that and was feeling uncomfortable. Mr Rashid ignored Adi and took a seat right in front of Bar.

Mr Rashid looked at Bar and she smiled and blushed. His eyes drifted down to her generous cleavage. He was mesmerized by her beauty. Bar was looking like a goddess in that sexy blue dress.

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Dinner was served and everyone started eating quietly. Mr Rashid and Bar maintained eye contact and adi felt there was incredible flirting going on. Bar would look at him and smile and Mr Rashid would take a big bite of the meat and look at her sexy cleavage. His eyes were locked with her eyes. Mr Rashid even ordered the most expensive wine for everyone and all of them raised a toast to this new partnership. Adi was growing impatient with what was going on, he tried to change the topic.
'Sir how do we prepare for the meeting tomorrow'. He tried to start a conversation.
Mr Rashid looked at him with an irritated expression, 'Dont worry about it'. He just debunked his question and continued drinking his wine looking deeply in his supermodel wife's eyes. Mr Rashid was having an incredible erection. He had a hard time containing his giant 9 inches dick. Sure he was 61 year old but he was incredibly fit and very active. There was an immense connection between them. Bar also held his gaze and blushed looking at him. She was also getting wet, she was mighty impressed by this man's wealth and right now he was staring at her like a hungry wolf in front of her husband. This turned her on as Mr Rashid didn't care about her husband sitting there right next to her.
Everyone finished their dinner, Mr Rashid told Adi to be ready at 10 AM tomorrow morning for the meeting. Before he could react, Mr Rashid stood up and went near Bar. He pulled her chair back and she stood up. In the process, he got to look at her deep cleavage again. Bar stood up and looked at him in a sexy manner. She loved how he was treating her like she was really special. She thanked him and started walking towards the lift. Adi followed her to the lift.

Back in their suite, Adi slept early as he had an important meeting tomorrow. Bar was extremely horny and turned on by what had happened tonight at the dinner. She was impressed and also scared by how things were going so far. Mr Rashid was taking good care of her and her husband.

Next morning, Bar woke up late and saw her husband was already gone. She looked at the surroundings and there was silence all around. She got up and went to the balcony. The blue ocean along with the early morning sun lightened up her mood. She called the reception and ordered coffee and breakfast for herself. Her order soon arrived and as she opened the door to take in the order, she saw a beautiful bouquet of flowers waiting for her near the door. She took it in and saw there was a note attached to it. Bar opened it and saw there was a handwritten 'Good Morning Gorgeous' message for her. She also saw Mr Rashid had given her his private email address. Bar bit her lip and closed the door. She started having her coffee and breakfast enjoying the view.

In the meeting room, things were going as expected. Mr Masood and Adi was busy with the presentation to their American clients. Mr Rashid had his mind on Adi's wife. He checked his phone and saw he had an email from Bar Refaeli. His eyes lit up, there was a message along with an image attached.

'Good Morning Mr Rashid'
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Bar was at the beach, she clicked a selfie in her bikini for Mr Rashid and sent him over an email. She wanted to thank him for the beautiful flowers. Mr Rashid saw the picture and immediately his dick shot up, he started getting uneasy with the erection that he was having. Here he was, a 61 year old man getting bikini selfies from a supermodel with her husband sitting right in front of him in the same room. Mr Rashid looked at Adi and had a smirk on his face, Adi felt uncomfortable by his gaze but continued with the presentation. Mr Rashid continued scanning the picture, her sexy bikini body on full display. His eyes were fixated on her big sexy boobs. He licked his lips and knew what's coming. He wanted to meeting to end. He wanted to see bar today.

The meeting ended on a good note. All the parties were happy with the outcome. Adi was beaming with pride, he did a great job. Mr Rashid got up and congratulated him for his great presentation. Adi was overjoyed. Adi quickly went to his suite and saw his wife was not there. On the table he saw the handwritten note with flowers. He got the same uneasy feeling again. He started worrying about his wife, he went to the balcony and saw a very beautiful blonde swimming in the ocean. As it was a private beach, he easily figured out that it was bar. He relaxed a bit and changed into his speedo, he wanted to join his wife for a swim. Adi went down and joined bar in the ocean. Both of them were kissing like teenagers and bar realised that the meeting was great. The water was nice and warm and both were having a good time.

After some time, Bar and Adi came to the beach and were relaxing on the lounger. Bar wanted to get a tan so she was sleeping on her stomach with her sexy ass on full display. Mr Rashid came down to the beach and saw Bar was sleeping on the lounger. Without saying a word, he stripped out of his clothing and went in the ocean for a swim. Adi saw him and quickly realised he looked like a jacked up bodybuilder. Mr Rashid was rippling with muscles, his muscles highlighted by the morning sun. He started swimming laps and was out of sight. Adi ordered some fresh juice for himself and his wife. Bar got up straight and was enjoying the juice with her husband. Both of them looking at the ocean in front of them.
They saw a giant figure swimming towards them, Bar felt her eyes widen as that giant figure came near the beach. She quickly realised it was Mr Rashid. She observed his rippling muscles and tight abdomen. He had giant biceps and boulder shoulders. His abdomen still had good abs definition. Even at this age Mr Rashid was ripped like a bodybuilder much younger. As he got closer, Adi saw Bar was hooked onto his wet body

'Oh my god look at that' she said.

'Yeah babe he has a great physique' Adi said

'Not the physique, Look at that thing'

Adi quickly realised what she was talking about, he followed her eyes and they landed on his giant erection that his speedo was unable to hide. Mr Rashid came near them and his erection was right near Bar's face. He greeted them and looked at Bar. He saw she was still stealing glances at his incredible dick and just smiled. He left for his king suite and Bar and Adi were stunned.
They went to their suite quietly and took a nap after lunch. Bar got up first and saw adi was still sleeping. She checked her phone and saw an email from Mr Rashid. It was an invitation for dinner near the beach. Bar quickly responded with a confirmation. She stepped into the bathtub and relaxed. Adi got up and immediately recalled what had happened at the beach, how Mr Rashid was standing near his wife almost naked and how big his cock looked in his shorts. He couldn't get the image out of his head. He was already having a headache. He could feel it in the air, things were not normal. He saw bar was in the bathroom, he saw her phone was on the table and grabbed it. He tried to unlock her phone, Adi tried multiple combos of passwords but every time he failed. He tried the screen patterns but that also failed. He didn't realise that Bar was already out of the bathroom and was standing right behind him.

'What are you doing?' She roared

'Nuhh... Nothing....Just'

Bar stared daggers at him. Her blood was boiling at her pathetic loser of a husband. She grabbed her phone from his hand and started walking towards the closet.

'Don't you ever touch my phone again' She looked at him and roared from the closet.

'Get ready, Mr Rashid has invited us for dinner at the beach tonight' She said

Adi felt a sudden dryness in his throat, the way in which she said it felt like a crushing blow to him. He got up and started getting ready for the dinner at the beach.

Half n hour later, Bar and Adi walked onto a beautifully decorated beachside setting along with a barbecue stand and live music. The setting was perfect for a beautiful candle light dinner near the beach.

As soon as Bar took a seat, the hotel staff lined up near them each having a bag in their hand. One member greeted her with a beautiful bouquet of red and yellow roses.

'Awww! So pretty. That's so good' she said

One by one, each of the hotel members started handing her the gifts from their bags.
By the end of it, Bar had tears in her eyes. Mr Rashid had gifted her with a diamond watch, diamond necklace, diamond earrings and a diamond studded ring.

'I can't even......I don't know what to say....it's just so so amazing.....I mean .....*sobbing*'

Bar had tears in her eyes, she was afraid it might spoil her beautiful eyeliner. Adi tried to calm her down.

[rajeshhyd]

do you have next part after this one

[anishtadev]

do you have next part after this one

no

[Mampi]

very nice ..

[raasug]

Behind her back Masood looked at her. He was going to bugger this sanctimonious bitch. Filled with her pretentious and israeli airs. He would make her scream in pain when he buggered her and would delight in it. He would thrust his black arab cock into her tight back passage and savour her desperate wriggles. Yes he would make her scream with pain, and then he would delight when her screams switched to whimpers of pleasure. He would savour the moment when her soft rounded hips started to hump eagerly back on his skewering cock.

This is the normal practice in Arabia. First time for a chaste wife it will be painful.  Arabians forcibly open her legs, pierce open her chastity and thrust their strong large size cock inside her and ejaculate their warm semen into her. Husband cannot prevent this happening. She has to accept it silently. After a few such painful experience the woman gets accustomed to it. Later they start enjoy this

Good story !

[sri7869]

Nice story

[raasug]

What happened ? Nice story not continued ! I am anxiously awaiting for the next critical update i.e. The wife Bar is given the usual warm welcome treat by Rashid as per Arabian practice !

[raasug]

More than a month passed ! What happened ? Nice story not continued ! I am anxiously awaiting for the next critical update i.e. The wife Bar is given the usual warm welcome treat by Rashid as per Arabian practice !