'What do you mean by that?' his confused wife began, getting up.
'I intend to even the score. There's some pretty wild places in this town. I'm sure to find a cunt to fuck somewhere.'
He went out abruptly and Claire was left sobbing in the chair, wondering what she had ever done to deserve all of this misery, plus the horrible empty ache in her pussy!
Grant Wells walked blindly through the dirty crowded streets of Dhahran, trying to figure out a way to punish his wife for the hurt she had caused him.
If he were going to match what Claire had done, he had to find a young pretty girl, willing but not whorish. Then another idea struck him – his revenge would have even more bite if he could give it to another hot bitch while Claire was forced to watch as he had done last night. Maybe he could even figure out something worse: Whatever it was, he wanted it to be good. Now all he had to do was find the right girl.
He hailed a cab and had it take him to the best hotel in town. He needed a high-class cunt and he knew that this was the place to find one. Immediately he saw what he wanted. At the end of the lobby reading a magazine at the magazine stand stood a girl with long wavy black hair. Christ, she's tit-heavy, he said to himself. He walked across the plush lobby and stood next to the girl, picking up a magazine to thumb through till he could work up enough courage to speak to her.
'Traveling through?' He smiled at her.
The brunette flipped through a few pages of her magazine. 'Well, I guess I'm a visitor to Dhahran, but my father is Sheikh Rashid of Al Haria. My mother is American. I am going to visit my grandparents in America!'
She was a slight-framed girl whose pettiness was emphasized by the ripely swelling mounds of her titties that poked out braless at him beneath her thin white dress. Her nose was dainty and turned up, and her white translucent skin was slightly freckled. She couldn't have been more than seventeen.
'I'm a visitor too. My wife and I came down from Ad Dammam for some business.'
Hearing this, she put the magazine back on the rack and stood next to him. She seemed tinier to him now, but that made her lusciously curved figure that much more tantalizing. A fuckable female, if he'd ever seen one, Grant Wells thought to himself – and perfect for the lewd three-way scene he envisioned between him and her and Claire. That is, if she was a liberated Arab.
'My father wanted me to travel with about twenty female chaperones, but I have studied in the United States and I know how to take care of myself. He has bodyguards for me always, but I am very good at losing them. I am the best of all my brothers and sisters at losing them!'
'You must be. I don't see anyone now,' he said.
'I know,' she said earnestly. 'I lost them hours ago.' She paused and looked thoughtful for a moment. 'You know I am half American and yet I know little of American men. I have not had the chance.'
Probably not, Grant thought, wondering if she might let him introduce her to a taste of what an American man could be like.
'What's your name?' he asked.
'Leila, Leila Salim.'
'I'm Grant Wells,' he said. 'I work for the Esso Company in Ad Dammam.'
'Goodness,' she said. 'You must be a very important man since you are so handsome and strong.' She giggled.
He straightened up and put the magazine back on the rack. 'Would you like to go for a walk around the plaza?'
'Mmmmmmmmmm.' She turned to face him and she slid one hand down from his shoulder to his muscled ass; cupping both his ass-cheeks to draw his cock hard up against her cunt mound. 'What's your wife like? Do you think she'd mind me coming to your hotel room to meet her? I need to meet some American women as well.'
'I don't know… there's only one way to find out,' he said.
'What's that?'
His hand caressed her dimpled chin, then he lowered his head and kissed the young Arab's slightly parted lips. She thrust her tongue back at him, splurging it into the warm receptive cavern of his mouth.
Then he said, 'You'll have to meet her.'
'That sounds crazy.' She smiled.
'We might have a good time.'
'What does that mean, Mr. Wells?'
'We might try some things. Like fucking together.'
'All three of us?' She laughed.
'Uh-huh.'
Her hugely billowing tits pressed against him, and he could feel their hardening nipples through his shirt and the thin cloth of her dress. 'Let's go then,' she said.
Minutes later, he and Leila Salim were in a taxi heading.up the palm-lined highway to the Hotel Oasis. The sexy young Arab girl had agreed to anything Grant wanted to do, as long as no one ever found out what she had done. The thoughts of fucking that had been running through his mind all day made him seethe with libidinous desire. He could almost see Claire's expression when he brought the girl in…
He knocked softly on the hotel room door and, after a moment, Claire opened the door a crack, then, looking numbly astonished, she let Leila and Grant in.
Before his wife could say anything, Grant ordered her to lie down on the bed. 'I want you to do exactly as I say,' he glowered at his young wife.
Claire had been sleeping and she was still accustoming her eyes to the flare of the overhead light. She looked at the young Arab girl and said innocently, 'I'm glad you brought him back here. I was scared to death he'd get into trouble.'
Leila, not looking at the young blonde woman, walked past the bed and stood by the window. Grant filled three glasses with Scotch and soda, and handed one tumbler to his wife. 'Drink this,' he said. 'You'll need it.'
'Grant…' Claire's voice was still slurred with sleep. 'What's going on?' As she gulped her drink anxiously, she glanced at the brunette's profile silhouetted by the city lights flickering in the city behind her.
'You wait and find out,' he said in a louder, harsher tone.
'But… I don't understand.'
Suddenly Leila turned back toward the room and wrapped an arm around Grant's waist. 'Oh, you will, you will. Your husband here has wild tastes.'
Grant drew away from the brash Arab girl and scowled down into Claire's face, where she sat on the edge of the bed. 'You will do exactly what I say. For now, you'll just lie there and let Leila do what she wants to you.'
Leila looked at Claire's eyes, then frowned doubtfully at Grant.
'Look, are you sure this is going to be OK? I mean, I don't want to get into anything that's going to cause a scandal. I mean, my father's a powerful man and he would literally kill me if I got messed up in anything scandalous.'
Grant looked annoyed. 'I told you it'll be fine. This is a new thing for her, so she's a little upset and scared. Go on, you can be first.'
Leila grinned down at Claire, who looked back up with big uncomprehending eyes. Did Grant expect her to go down on a girl like this? That… that was lesbianism. 'No!' she cried. 'I won't do such a vile thing!'
Grant walked back to the edge of the mattress. 'You will do exactly what I say!' he commanded. 'I'm quite capable of divorcing you right now, and you'll be left with nothing, not even friends. So you just behave and lie still and do what you are told. No one is going to hurt you.' And he bent down to push his wife out full length on the bed. Too astonished to do anything else, Claire lay where he placed her.
Grant straightened, spun on his heel, and sat down in a chair which he moved into a good viewing position. He nodded to Leila, who shrugged and pulled her dress over her head, revealing her sensuously ballooning titties.
Claire watched the strange Arab girl with her eyes still wide and unfocused from sheer shock. There seemed to be two of her. Who was this girl who was undoing her clothes and exposing her young body to both of them?
Leila twitched her hips as she began slowly rolling her blue bikini panties down over her taut belly until her 'vee' shaped triangle of ebony pussy curls was visible to Claire's incredulous gaze. Finally she pulled the skimpy
