In a big city under a night sky, three men wearing white shirts and black pants had left work.
All three felt exploited, but they needed the money, so the only thing they could do to relieve their stress was to complain a little or have fun gossiping.
As it was the end of the month, they had been rewarded by their fat, ugly boss with unpaid overtime. This was their reward for their efficiency at work when it came to producing various reports on different company matters.
Of the three, the youngest was named Jack. He was 28 years old, neither ugly nor handsome, with an average appearance, but everyone knew he had a very pretty wife, which was the reason he worked without complaining too much.
As he usually did at the end of the month, despite his exhaustion, he decided to go with his two coworkers to a bar for a few beers. Then he would rent a cheap room at a nearby hotel and go to work the next day. He had done this before and only received a few insults from his exploitative boss.
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At the bar.
The three employees were chatting around a round table.
"Did you see the new supervisor?"
"Yeah, she's a bombshell."
"The boss is screwing her. The other day I saw them go into an empty office and I could hear them moaning."
"That bastard is lucky." I hope he chokes on all the food he keeps eating, ha ha ha."
Jack just listened, nodded, and laughed when he was supposed to laugh. He was never good at talking about other people's lives, so he preferred to leave that to his coworkers while he just pretended to agree and eventually talked about how unpleasant it was to do those damn reports one after another.
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That day, one of Jack's coworkers checked his cell phone, got up from the table, and walked away to talk in the bathroom.
"You lucky bastard. At least you have a beautiful wife. Now I have to go home and listen to my bitter wife yell at me until she's satisfied. What a shitty life." Jack's coworker spoke enthusiastically at the beginning and pessimistically at the end.
A few minutes later, the other coworker returned from the bathroom and said to them:
"I have to go. A family emergency has come up. See you another time."
After one of them left, the atmosphere became more boring, so in the end, the remaining two decided to return to their apartments.
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Since it wasn't that late, and he left the bar early, Jack returned to his apartment and opened the door carefully so as not to wake his wife. But when he entered, he saw some lights on, which surprised him a little.
"Is Mary still awake?" Jack thought naively.
A few steps later, he saw the truth when he looked inside his bedroom, whose door was ajar.
There were constant sounds of applause, skin against skin, a beautiful woman with perfect white skin, whose large, firm breasts swayed with each thrust.
A member that was both large and thick entered between her round, firm, medium-sized buttocks.
The woman moaned with pleasure as a dark-skinned, muscular man spanked her, leaving slight red marks on the white buttocks of the beautiful woman with long, straight brown hair.
"Feels good, doesn't it, bitch?" asked the man.
"Yes, it feels great," Mary exclaimed ecstatically.
The man pulled Mary toward him and squeezed her breasts, then said in a confident voice:
"I'm going to fill you with my cum. Take it all."
"Yes, fill me up. Fill my dirty ass," she said.
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Many minutes later, Jack was drinking beer near a bridge.
"Damn it. That damn man hit her in the asterisk. She told me that was an inappropriate place. Damn it!" Jack shouted, opening another can of beer.
After almost twelve cans of beer, Jack sat on the railing of the bridge while drinking another beer. The breeze blew, he lost his balance, and fell off the bridge.
The river below wasn't that deep, but it was deep enough for someone extremely drunk to drown in its waters.
That was the end of Jack's story. We don't know if he became a transmigrator, was reincarnated, or just became food for fish.