My Years on the Road to Cuckoldry (Part 5)

Old A, my wife's and my former boss, chose to retire early due to a power struggle. To a certain extent, Old A was a mentor to my wife and me in our careers, especially providing crucial support for my rise to the top. However, he is also the prime suspect in my wife's past relationship with Old A. (See Part 1 for details.)
Old A contacted me this time to discuss cooperation. His current business overlaps somewhat with my work platform. After retiring, Old A hasn't been idle. Leveraging his knowledge and years of leadership experience, he's been working on projects for some technology companies. I occasionally greet him as I would a former boss.
During Old A's tenure at the company, many beautiful female subordinates threw themselves at him. I know of two of them for sure: one was a gentle and talented woman, and the other was a universally acknowledged beauty. I discovered their affair purely by chance. Once, Old A asked me to help him organize some materials. In his rush to leave, he gave me his QQ email password. Out of curiosity, I looked through the emails in his inbox, and what I found shocked me. Inside were several emails from the talented woman to him. While there weren't any blush-inducing words, it was clear they were lovers. One email read, "I just want to know, when we're having dinner together, will you stop looking around so nervously, always afraid of being seen..." The other emails were filled with the sweet, tender words of a young girl to her beloved. Actually, the talented woman was already divorced at the time; whether it was because of Old A is unknown.
Another elegant woman was someone I discovered on Old A's QQ space. Old A's space was password protected; no one else could access it except those on his whitelist, and the elegant woman was one of them. I was able to access his space because I had his email password. I saw their flirtatious interactions, incredibly intimate. I was
truly shocked. The elegant woman was the recognized ice queen of the workplace; countless men fantasized about her beautiful body. Who would have thought she was already being dominated by Old A, who was nearly fifty?
It's less about a leader's penis leading to the vaginas of many female subordinates, and more about many vaginas being born for the penis of power. I don't mean to discriminate against women; those I've encountered are certainly only a part of the female population, not the whole. But it's precisely these women who are willing to take off their pants, spread their legs, and part their labia to their leaders, colleagues, classmates, friends, and online acquaintances that make this world have so many blood-pumping stories, and that give so many lonely penises a place other than their wives' vaginas. Of course, our wives are also willingly or unwillingly becoming participants in some kind of piston-like interaction, their mouths gurgling with other people's pre-ejaculate, their vaginas receiving sperm other than their husbands'.
The last time I saw the elegant beauty was three or four years ago, long after I had left my old workplace. Old A organized a dinner party, and the elegant beauty attended. Several years later, she looked much older, her former coldness gone. A smile played on her lips, but it felt cheap, like a withered, yellowed flower, neither warm nor vibrant. Perhaps the essence Old A had left in her body over the years hadn't nourished her enough.
In any workplace, there's no shortage of romantic escapades. Those embellished and rapidly spread rumors are cursed, mocked, envied, and forgotten. This is the best of times, this is the worst of times, this is the age of wisdom, this is the age of foolishness.
Old A is fifty-five or fifty-six this year, an age many young people consider grandfatherly. However, he has plenty of romantic memories, stored in his memoirs, which he occasionally revisits and reflects upon. As for those women who had physical intimacy with him, I wonder how they are doing now. Perhaps they've long since grown tired of the powerless, penile-tied Old A and found new "bedmates." Today
, whether my wife had a relationship with Old A or not, I don't care. What's more gratifying is that my wife has achieved success in her career through her own hard work. Even if one day she's dominated by a man other than me, it's for physical satisfaction, not out of coercion or submission to power. The key to a fulfilling life is being able to control your own destiny; behind this lies a constantly growing sense of self.
And I, to this day, remain someone who appears perfectly serious to outsiders, but is actually a seasoned veteran of the "driving" game. I simultaneously yearn for the vaginas of young women and fantasize about other men entering my wife's vagina. Occasionally, I set aside my mundane life and confront my pure desires; that is undoubtedly my most cherished pleasure. (The End)

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