My Wife's Carelessness (Part 4)

My wife's workplace directly deals with shopping malls, so she inevitably has to entertain mall staff. Sometimes she participates. One night, she called to say that a colleague was entertaining mall staff and would be back late, so she asked me to pick her up downstairs. It was past 10 pm when she called again, saying she'd be downstairs soon. Judging from her voice, she'd probably been drinking a lot; her speech was slurred. After waiting downstairs for a while, a taxi pulled up in front of me. One of her colleagues, the warehouse manager, got out from the front and opened the back door, apparently pulling my wife out. She looked like she was practically unable to move from drinking. I quickly went to help. After exchanging a few pleasantries with the warehouse manager, we helped her out of the taxi and upstairs. The warehouse manager and I each had one of her on each side, and she wrapped her arms around our necks from behind. Because the stairwell was narrow, I had to have the warehouse manager help my wife upstairs while I quickly went ahead to open the door. Our apartment is on the sixth floor. When we reached the first and a half floor, I turned around and suddenly saw my wife almost leaning against the warehouse manager. He was holding her arm behind his neck with one hand, and his other hand was around her from behind, coming out from under her armpit and embracing her. At first, it was near her ribs, but when we reached the second floor, I saw his hand was almost on my wife's breast. My wife was wearing a professional white shirt today. Because she was leaning against him, he was holding her tightly, so his hand was almost gripping her breast. Her shirt was ripped open by his grip, the top two buttons were undone, and now the neckline was wide open, revealing her white breasts. As we went upstairs, my wife swayed back and forth, and I saw the warehouse manager's hand kneading her breasts as she swayed. When we reached the fourth floor, the warehouse manager said he was too tired and changed direction, supporting my wife from the other side. This time, his other hand was holding her other breast, and he would sometimes glance at her through her neckline. I felt the warehouse manager probably knew he was touching my wife's breasts because I saw his hand moving from side to side, sometimes loosening and sometimes tightening, even when she wasn't swaying, and he was also aroused. Finally, we opened the door and helped him to the bed. My wife was, of course, half asleep, and he said goodbye. He seemed excited seeing my wife lying on the bed, but since she was like that, we couldn't have sex with her, so he just tidied her up and put her to bed. When I woke up the next day, my wife had already finished showering and was sitting next to me. When she saw that I was awake, she asked if I had drunk too much last night and said that my breasts were a little sore. Hehe, after hearing that, I remembered the warehouse manager helping her upstairs and grabbing her breasts, so I immediately mounted her and gave her a good thrust. Haha, it was so great.

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