Previously, my wife came to the office to wait for me to get off work, and when I returned at around 6:30, I was surprised to find that my wife had been screwed by Manager Chan! He couldn’t get enough of her, and he wanted my wife to help him enlarge his flaccid penis… Any man would have been furious, but why did I write about it so calmly?
Our company is an overseas company of a major Japanese trading company, and employees can be promoted all the time, and if they are lucky, they have the chance to be transferred to our company and stay in Japan until they retire, and there is a lot of pension to be had!
“There can’t be a conflict! If it gets out of hand, both the manager and I will definitely be fired.” I started thinking in my mind.
So I quietly stood up (shit! Just now even look at their own up, had to squat on the ground to see), bent over, take the elevator to the downstairs, I dialed a phone to my wife’s cell phone: “Hey! Shizuku? I’m already back! You directly to the basement parking lot to find me.”
Not long after that, Kasumi appeared in front of me with a smile on her face, and kissed me when she got into the car, saying, “I was just chatting with your manager, and he said that the company is going to arrange for you to work in Osaka next year!”
(Hm! No mistake! My chance for promotion is in his hands.)
“I knew it!” (I throw my head to the side, quite pissed off on one hand, and on the other hand I can smell that her mouth actually tastes like cum when she talks. Shit! You’re still kissing me? Manager Chan’s semen might have come in her mouth, and now it’s in her mouth too… Shit! (I’m going to throw up just thinking about it…) When I got home, I didn’t eat anything, I was dizzy and thought about it all night, and it wasn’t until the morning that I drifted off to sleep, and then my wife said, “Hau! Today is not your company at noon in the sky garden on the top floor to organize a potluck? What’s wrong with you? Are you not feeling well? Why are you still sleeping?”
“Oops! Maybe I have a cold, don’t bother me, okay?” I said back to her, “Otherwise, you can go for me!”
After Shizuku really dressed up, she took a taxi to our office, and I drifted off to sleep again. When I woke up, wow! It’s already 4pm and my wife is still not back? Is she going to be screwed by Manager Chen again today?
I drove to the company in a hurry, and went straight to the manager’s office (damn it! I’m going to get you today, and I’m not going to stop until I’ve paid out five million dollars), but it turned out that our entire floor of the business department was empty!
“Maybe it’s still on the top floor?” I thought and climbed up to see.
“And no?”
“Strange? Shouldn’t be going up to the hotel with Manager Chen, right?” I thought grimly, taking the stairs down.
“Heh! Heh! Heh! …ohh! Whoo! Is… is it here? …”
“Hi! Hi! …Ananda you are so beautiful! … Heh! Heh! …”
“Huh? The president is still here? What are you doing?” I followed the voice and slowly moved to the window of his personal parlor (our company has the same décor, large glass windows with straight floor-to-ceiling fabric blinds, so it’s easy to see inside through the slits).
“I found my wife!” She was fully clothed and sitting on the sofa alongside our president, with champagne that should have been left over from the midday gathering on the tea, and a few small dishes…
The thin straps of my wife’s beige dress revealed her hairless and attractive armpits, her 32C breasts almost pushed out from the small, well-fitting dress, and two red bumps (what?) could be seen on her chest. (What? She’s not wearing a bra today?). The hemline of the yellow dress just set off her long, slender, pink thighs in an exceptionally white color, and the lace-edged, red, hollowed-out panties, with a few small pinches of pubic hair still sticking out of them, are still bulging and divided into two piles, with the middle of them slightly sunken into a slit.
(Shit! What kind of posture is this? Why is so much exposed? The president was sitting against the window with his back to me, so I moved a few slits in the blinds to the side to look inside.)
Oh, my God! The president’s legs even put a cocktail bowl, and my wife’s one foot even without shoes soaked in it, and the president’s left hand grasped the small foot, a dip out into his mouth, began to suck and lick my wife’s slippery toes, as well as the cocktail in the cracks of the toes. As he licked and dipped my wife’s white and red toes, he picked up a cherry and placed it in the crack of my wife’s toe, and started nibbling on it…
The President’s other hand was not idle either, stroking the roots of my wife’s thighs, and finally his finger went deeper and deeper into my wife’s small panties, and then he kept digging around, and then he pushed his index finger straight in and out of my wife’s pussy, going in… coming out… going in and coming out… At this point my wife had her eyes closed, her eyebrows furrowed, her mouth slightly open, and a little bit of her tongue sticking out with a lustful expression on her face, and she was also She was moaning, “Uh-huh! Oh! Hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, ohhhh! Hmph!
Ah…”
(Dead Japs! Do you guys think I should keep watching, or break in and catch the adulterer and knock him for 10 million dollars?)