It was funny.
Maybe it made me feel a little queasy, but that show turned me on. It turned me on so much I was floating. There, on her knees, was the wife of D. S. Rodríguez, the general sales manager of the multinational company where I work as a marketing agent. A lowly employee with his dick right in front of the wife of a big boss.
It was an after-dinner party, organized to mark the end of the multinational’s fiscal year.
But there was Estela — the most distinguished at the start of dinner and the biggest slut by the end of the party — and all with the approval of her cuckolded husband, who, in the end, actually enjoyed seeing her behave that way.
The CEO and the majority shareholder suggested we go to a nightclub that was going to open just for us. There were about thirty men and about fifteen or sixteen women, but the one who was ready to liven up the party was Estela.
We started to get excited. Some couples slipped into a private booth, and a few threesomes even formed — two men with one woman — since there were more women than men.
The general sales manager was incredibly drunk, but he still had enough strength to remain standing next to his wife, on whose shirt he spilled a rum and Coke and to whom he whispered something that the rest of us couldn’t hear.
