A married woman, brimming with lust, made me pass out.

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On the evening of April 29th, my wife came to the company to wait for me to get off work. It was already 5:30, I think. Because I was still at a client's place, I told her on the phone that I might not be back until after 7:30, and that she could wander around and meet my colleagues.

Unexpectedly, I returned to the company early, around 6:30. All my colleagues had left, but I couldn't find my wife in the meeting room. So I searched through each office, and when I got to the manager's office, I vaguely heard a girl's voice. I quietly went closer to see what was going on, and found that my wife was being with Manager Chen.

Through the blinds in the manager's office, I saw my wife lying back on the sofa chair, all the buttons on her clothes were undone, her bra was flipped up, and the manager's hands were playing with my wife's soft and elastic breasts. Her nipples, which were originally inverted and buried in the rosy areolas, were now being pulled out and sucked by the manager with his teeth, slowly making them hard. He then pressed his lips against my wife's breasts, carefully licking every part, while his left hand was constantly stroking her other breast.

Then, with his other hand, he lifted my wife's skirt, pulled her stockings down to her knees, grabbed the bottom of her panties, and pulled them to the side, into the crevice between her labia and thighs. He then grasped his swollen, purplish-red penis, aimed the glans at her labia, and forcefully thrust it in with a "plop," penetrating my wife's wet, warm vagina.

"Ah! It's in! It's in!...You...you're making me...so...strong!" my wife moaned, "Mmm...so big...so hard...mmm...it's so deep!" My wife lay there limp, letting the manager's penis thrust violently in and out of her vagina. Even through the window, the sounds of their genitals colliding could be clearly heard.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" my wife cried out in ecstasy, as if each thrust was draining her clitoris, her face contorted in agony. Her buttocks moved up and down in rhythm with the thrusts.

As the manager increased the speed of his thrusting, I saw him not only pulling my wife's labia outwards with each stroke, but also causing droplets of moisture to seep from his bright red penis. Finally, a thin stream of fluid flowed from my wife's reddened vulva down to her buttocks, quickly soaking a large area of the sofa cushion.

The manager then began to vigorously caress and rub my wife's breasts, leaving red handprints on her soft, white breasts. Her pink nipples, now erect like two small grapes, swayed up and down with each thrust. My wife's behavior was completely different from usual; she raised her voice and cried out even more wantonly, "Oh! Oh!... Hmm... Hmm... Hmm... Oh!..." I think at this moment she probably no longer recognized herself as my wife.

A few minutes later, encouraged by my wife's loud moans, the manager finally pressed his lower body tightly against her, his buttocks muscles twitching, and ejaculated inside her. He immediately grabbed her legs, lifting them together. A few strands of white, cloudy semen slowly trickled from her vagina… Good heavens! He actually wanted my wife pregnant? Otherwise, why would he lift her legs to keep the semen in her uterus longer?

The manager glanced at the clock—7:10—seemingly resentful yet powerless. He then began to suck and lick my wife's toes, her soft, boneless feet. My wife always paid close attention to her feet; they had white, tender insteps, pink soles, and neatly trimmed, smooth toes that reflected a pearly luster even without nail polish. I didn't notice when her stockings were pulled down from her knees to the floor.

All I could see was the manager frantically sucking and licking my wife's slightly sore, yet not particularly smelly, little feet and between her toes, while constantly rubbing her toes with his hands.

After playing for a while, the manager asked my wife to help him enlarge his limp penis. It seemed he wasn't satisfied and wanted to do it with my wife again. Strangely enough, my wife obediently used her little mouth to suck and lick it for him.

She worked very hard, constantly changing positions to help the manager manipulate and suck his penis, like a little girl tasting delicious ice cream for the first time, her face showing a blissful, intoxicated expression that would make anyone want to do it a few more times.

My wife went to the company to wait for me to get off work. I didn't return until about 6:30, only to find that my wife had been with Manager Chen! He wasn't satisfied and wanted to do it again, and was asking my wife to help him enlarge his limp penis... Any man would be furious about this, but why am I writing down what happened so calmly?

Our company is an overseas branch of a major Japanese trading company. Employees can get promoted continuously, and if you're lucky, you might even be transferred to the headquarters and stay in Japan until retirement, receiving a substantial pension!

"I can't afford a conflict! If things escalate, both the manager and I will definitely be fired." I started racking my brains for a solution.

So I quietly stood up (damn! I even got aroused just looking at myself, so I had to squat down to look), bent over, took the elevator downstairs, and dialed my wife's cell phone: "Hey! Xia? I'm back! Just come to the basement parking lot to find me." A short while later, Xia appeared before me with a grin, kissed me as she got into the car, and said, "I was just chatting with your manager, and he said the company is planning to send you to Osaka next year!" (Hmph! That's right! My promotion opportunity is in his hands.) "I already knew!" (I turned my head away.) On one hand, I was furious, and on the other hand, I could smell semen in her mouth when she spoke. Damn it! She even kissed me? Manager Chen's semen might have been in her mouth, and now it's... Ugh! Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit...) After getting home, I didn't eat anything, and I was dizzy and couldn't sleep all night. I only started to feel sleepy in the morning. At this time, my wife said, "Xiao Hou! Isn't your company having a lunch party in the rooftop garden today? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Why are you still sleeping?" "Oh! I might have caught a cold. Can you not bother me?" I replied,

"Or, you can go in my place!" Xiao Xia really dressed up and took a taxi to our company, and I drifted back to sleep. When I woke up, wow! It was already four in the afternoon, and my wife still hadn't come back?

Did Manager Chen do it to me again today?

I rushed to the company, heading straight for the manager's office (Damn it! I'm going to catch you today, I won't rest until I pay you five million!), but the entire sales department floor was empty!

"Maybe he's on the top floor?" I thought, and climbed up to check.

"No, he's not here either?" "Strange? Could he have gone to a hotel with Manager Chen?" I thought dejectedly, and went down the stairs.

"Heh! Heh! Heh!... Oh! Oh!... Is this the place?... " "Hi! Hi!... Ananda, you're so beautiful!... Heh! Heh!..." "Huh? The president's still here? But what's going on?" I followed the sound and slowly moved to the window of his private meeting room (our company's decor is all the same, large glass windows with straight-striped floor-length blinds, making it easy to see inside through the gaps).

"I found my wife!" She was dressed neatly and sat on the sofa next to our president. On the coffee table were probably leftover champagne from lunch and a few side dishes... My wife's beige dress had thin straps that revealed her hairless and alluring armpits. Her 32C breasts were almost bursting out of the fitted dress, and you could vaguely see two red nipples on her chest (what? She wasn't wearing a bra today?). The hem of the yellow dress perfectly accentuated her long, slender, and pink thighs, making them appear exceptionally white. Her red lace-trimmed panties had a few tufts of pubic hair sticking out, round and plump, divided into two mounds with a slight indentation in the middle.

(Holy crap! What kind of position is this? How come so much is showing? The president was sitting with his back to me by the window, so I moved a few blinds to the side and peeked inside.) Good heavens! There was a cocktail bowl on the president's lap, and my wife's bare foot was soaking in it. The president's left hand was holding that little foot, and he immediately took it out and put it in his mouth, starting to suck and lick my wife's smooth toes and the cocktail in between her toes. He dipped and licked my wife's fair toes until they were bright red, then picked up a cherry and placed it between her toes, starting to nibble on it… The president's other hand wasn't idle either, constantly stroking my wife's inner thighs. Finally, his fingers slipped under the edge of my wife's panties, probing and probing, then he inserted and withdrew his index finger straight into my wife's vagina, in… out… in… out… At this moment, my wife's eyes were closed, her brows furrowed, her mouth slightly open, and her tongue sticking out a little, her face full of lewd expression, moaning: "Hmm! Oh!… Hmm… Hmm… Hmm… Oh!… Hmm! Ah…" My wife went to the company dinner in my place. When I woke up and found she hadn't returned, I was afraid she had been taken advantage of by Manager Chen again, so I rushed to the company to stop her, only to find that this time the person who was with my wife was our president! He was fiddling with my wife's vagina with his hand... I thought to myself, if I barged in now, I probably wouldn't get anything out of it. My penis wouldn't penetrate her, and if we went to the police station, the most they'd do was charge the club president with indecent assault. The police would definitely try to settle it privately, and in the end, I'd probably be fired. Wouldn't that be losing both my wife and my money? Plus, I hadn't eaten anything from noon yesterday until this evening, and I'd just been searching up and down the stairs. Now my legs were so weak

I was squatting on the floor. Through the blinds, I saw the club president start pulling down the straps of my wife's dress along her arms. As he pulled the dress down further, my wife's fair breasts popped out, her two pink nipples standing erect without her even needing to suckle. The club president casually grabbed a bottle of fructose from the coffee table and poured it onto my wife's nipples. Then, he lowered his head and began sucking and licking her breasts with his thick, sausage-like snout, rubbing his short, stubble-like chin against her nipples.

"Oh... um... oh!... hmm!... so... comfortable..." my wife murmured.

The club president then thrust his head closer to my wife's face, pressing his lips against hers. My wife's flushed cheeks began to swell and throb, like a frog hopping around in her mouth. The club president would occasionally lift his head slightly to suck out my wife's pink tongue, while his right index finger dug into her vulva, pulling upwards forcefully, then pressing his palm against her vaginal opening and massaging it in a circular motion... "Ugh... oh..." my wife moaned indistinctly as she was being forcefully kissed.

Seeing that the time was right, the president took a vibrating egg from the coffee table (it was the sample I brought back last week, semi-oval, about the size of an eraser, vibrating when turned on). After turning it on, he squeezed it into my wife's vagina through her trouser leg. Then he started to pull off her dress, and when he pulled it down to her feet, he didn't forget to lick and suck her soft, cocktail-scented toes a few times.

Now my wife's underwear was also thrown on the ground. She lay on her back completely naked, shamelessly moaning "uh-huh" and "ah-ah." The president stroked her breasts with one hand, and with the other hand, he first spread my wife's thighs to expose her labia and her wet, alluring vulva that was still dripping with lustful fluid. Then the president licked her slightly protruding labia with his tongue and gently bit and pulled the two petals with his teeth. At this moment, my wife's body twitched slightly and began to tremble.

"Mmm!...Oh!...Mmm...Hmm!...Put it in...Put it in!"

She cried out incoherently, begging the president to have sex with her.

The president then inserted his thumb and forefinger into her vagina, trying to take out the vibrator, deliberately shaking it up and down inside. At this moment, he pulled my wife up. My wife was almost exhausted from what he was doing, so she could only hold onto the back of the sofa, kneeling on the chair facing me, her flushed cheeks half-hidden by her long hair, her half-closed eyes almost only showing the whites of her eyes, her weakly open mouth moaning: "...Put it in...Put it in quickly!..." The president put the vibrator he took out into a condom, then put it on his short, thick penis, which was about ten centimeters long (wow! No need for injections or pills, instantly lengthened?), holding his penis.

"Ah!...So good...Hmm!...So good..." my wife moaned.

The club president began thrusting, his body arching and contracting, causing my wife's pair of white, drooping breasts to sway incessantly. Residual fructose gathered at her pink nipples, with a few drops splashing onto the Venetian blinds in front of me. His testicles swayed back and forth in tandem, and he occasionally reached out with his left and right hands to grab and squeeze my wife's swaying breasts.

"Ah!... Hmm!... Hmm!... Oh! Oh! Oh!..." My wife collapsed weakly to the ground, unable even to kneel.

He pulled up my wife's right arm, bent down and licked her clean, hairless armpit, occasionally turning his head to kiss her soft, swaying breasts. Then, he simply changed my wife's position to lie on her side on the sofa, took her right foot into his mouth and continued thrusting, penetrating deep into my wife's vagina again and again. She was now moaning incessantly, and most of her pubic hair was soaked with her vaginal fluids.

The president changed his approach again, pressing his fat belly tightly against my wife's flat stomach, stopping thrusting, and instead began to twist and rub his hairy, dark buttocks. With the vibrating egg inserted into her belly, my wife was already feeling a tingling sensation all over her body. I could see her beautiful little foot raised high in front of me, her pink, soft toes moving open and closed through the window on the back of the chair.

She must have had an orgasm, right? I licked the windowpane, imagining myself eating her little foot, and guessed as I watched. The president's testicles were almost inside my wife's wide-open labia, and her pubic hair was soaked with her vaginal fluids. I stared intently at my wife's labia, deformed by his testicles, and her face flushed with desire, when suddenly a strange sensation ran through my lower abdomen. My left hand made me spit my penis against the glass window.

At that moment, the president began to vigorously thrust into my wife, who had fainted from over-excitement, while one hand was still fiddling with her clitoris. Before long, the president was on top of my wife, holding her tightly, his buttocks muscles twitching, and he had ejaculated.

"The condom! That's the evidence..." I suddenly stood up, wanting to rush in and catch them in the act.

But I hadn't slept well, my stomach was empty, and running up and down the stairs had exhausted me. I even got a tingling sensation, and as soon as I stood up, my vision went black, my legs gave way, and I collapsed to the floor with a thud.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the sofa where they had just been having sex, and my wife was sitting at the other end, looking exhausted and weak.

As soon as the president saw I was awake, perhaps realizing that things wouldn't end well once the scandal broke, he immediately put on a big smile and said eagerly, "Hou-san! It's great that you work so hard. I really like you. Starting next week, you'll be in charge of the entire sales department. Manager Chen was fired because he colluded with the factory on the last shipment, resulting in too many defective products. Are you willing?... Oh... Manager Hou?" I looked at his sweaty, red ears and pondered his fabricated reason (I was the one who inspected the goods, and there were no defective products at all. If I were the manager, I could get hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of kickbacks from the factory for each batch of goods).

"Hou-san! Take a vacation next month and come stay at my place in Osaka for a few days. Don't work so hard, or you'll hurt your health." He got even more anxious and started raising the stakes... If a Japanese person invites you to stay at their house, and you're on good terms, you might even be able to bathe with their family. The president's wife is almost forty-five, but his only daughter is only fifteen or sixteen, and she looks like Rie Miyazawa... Damn it! I'm going to do it! ...I've decided to go and have sex with both of them!

"Thank you for the promotion, President!" I struggled to my feet and bowed to the president.

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