But did I do anything wrong?

And Am I Guilty?

Dedicated to Kirill.

All events described in the story are fictional, any coincidences are accidental.

My boss's wife, Tanya, works as something like a secretary, a strict woman. And he, well, not exactly a pushover, but kind of soft... So she'll say something to him, something hurtful or sharp, and he'll just stay silent... well, it's none of our business, I just think it's not right, the man should be the head of the family. Although the woman, she's very beautiful, doesn't look her age at all at 30. So you can understand him too. And overall, he's a great guy, so the team just didn't bother with such trifles.

We have so much respect for Kirill that we didn't even look at his Tanya as a woman, well, more precisely we looked, but only with VERY peripheral vision, plus personally I was a bit afraid of her)))

That day we, the male team, were planning to go to the banya, we go there often, sometimes even with girls... I don't like alcohol at all, but steaming and girls, that I like))) And today a major partner was coming to visit us, half our company's business depends on him...

By lunchtime, Kirill gave Oleg, my colleague, the task of bringing this supplier to the office, I don't remember exactly, I think his name is Semyon Aleksandrovich. Oleg left for the hotel, and we immersed ourselves in work. Kirill was in his office, Tanya was everywhere except with him. So they had a fight in the morning, they usually don't argue, especially in front of the team. Then this supplier arrived, well, a guy around 50, with a belly, graying, balding... with kind of lordly airs... He arrived and went straight to the boss's office. After a while, the guys and I went out for a smoke, I don't actually smoke, but for company... Then Tatyana bursts out of the boss's office, eyes blazing, all red...

I stopped her just in case: "what happened?" I ask. If only I had let her pass by then, maybe Kirill would have had time to cool down, and look, nothing would have happened... But I called out to her, she stopped, wanted to say something...

And then Kirill rushed out of the office. In the corridor stood me, Stas, Oleg and his wife.

 — "Oh you bitch, what are you doing," he yelled.

 — "Not the place to yell, think about me, you're my husband," she replied.

 — "Husband? at work I'm your boss, you... you understand what you've done,"

Kirill yells, not letting up.

 — "And what, I should behave like a whore?" — Tanya is already shouting.

The situation is heating up, Stas and Oleg, looking at them, are afraid to move.

 — "You will, you will be a whore if I tell you to, is that clear bitch."

 — "Go to hell," Tanya already yelled at the top of her voice.

 — "Tod... today you're going to the banya, I'll show you bitch, you'll be sucking

dicks if I tell you to, understood?" — The guys and I were just stunned.

 — "Yeah right, who are you going to hurt?" Tatyana said quietly.

He ran out into the yard, got in the car and sped home.

Tanya turned around and went into the office. Where that Semyon Aleksandrovich went, I didn't even notice. And Tanya, by the way, sat locked up like that until evening, in the evening she silently came out and left.

Before leaving, the guys and I chatted about how Kirill — what a man (!) put Tatyana in her place... and decided to go straight to the banya. We arrived, steamed, relaxed, the guys drank and I suggested ordering girls. Then Oleg says we don't need girls, that today whores won't be necessary for us. So we start pestering him, what's with the hints? He doesn't say, just grins... And that's when it started to dawn on me, what secrets... Looks like Kirill wasn't joking at all... and seriously plans to bring his wife to the banya... After this realization, unlike that fool Oleg, I'm not happy at all. It's said: husband and wife are one Satan. If we now... Tanya here, Kirill will fire us all... of course he might divorce his wife, but that's unlikely.

And a thought appears in my head to get out of here quickly, because no matter what, I definitely won't be able to save Tatyana. And who am I to save someone else's wife? And maybe I would have decided to slip away, but then this supplier, Semyon Aleksandrovich, showed up and for some reason started actively chatting with me. He was really surprised that I don't drink. In short, I didn't manage to leave...

And a little later Kirill arrived, and he didn't come alone (((, when Tanya entered the room, in just a robe over her naked body, I don't know about the others, but for me everything just stood on end... From surprise, everyone except Oleg fell silent, and he acted as if nothing happened, one word — Judas)).

 — "Wow, that's something," Andryukha forced out.

 — "Why didn't you tell me, Kiryusha, that this is your wife," Semyon

Aleksandrovich said in a bass voice. "Well, sit down at the table, we're not going to stand all evening." That's when it started to dawn on me, seems this guy did something offensive towards Tanya, and she apparently said something to him too, so Kirill got all worked up.

He took his wife by the hand and led her to the table.

Our guys quickly bustled about, freeing up the best seats.

Tanya didn't utter a word.

Semyon Aleksandrovich, with a lordly gesture, poured vodka for everyone. This time I drank the forty-proof instead of juice.

 — "And what will the lady drink?" he asked.

 — "Nothing, I want a clear head, so I can later tell my husband everything in detail," — she said sarcastically. Well, it's clear, Tanya is not at all thrilled with her beloved's plans.

In ten minutes, the guys, already without me) drank about 3 bottles of vodka, trying to drown

the awkward silence. While the guys were drinking themselves silly, I quickly analyzed the events, and in my rapidly drunken brain the following picture emerged.

The drunk and emboldened Kirill would declare something like: "well, guys, had a drink? Time to f. ck the whores." He'd rip the robe off Tanya, spin her around a couple of times so we could all see, appreciate before we pass her around. For those interested, believe me, after even a woman like Tanya, mature, ripe, strong not only in chest and ass but in her whole organism overall, gets f. cked by 7 guys at once, she won't resemble her former self. And God grant if bruises and scratches remain only on her slender legs, but looking at the cornered Tanya I think today she'll get more bruises on her soul. And then Kirill, presumably, will give it to her in the mouth publicly, and not just like that but with cynicism, on the verge of suffocation. And I saw, by Kirill's grim haste, that he's getting drunk only for courage. Now further it's clear, that after Tanya performs a blowjob for her husband, Semyon

Aleksandrovich will immediately join in, well and then by seniority... Poor girl, if she's not a great master at giving blowjobs, she'll get calluses on her lips. Although what lips, she can at least lubricate them with saliva, but to moisten her crotch for so many guys, that's a job only for whores with a lot of experience. Although again, she'll be sprayed with semen from head to toe now, so of course she'll be wet. By the way, I've always wondered why traces of someone else's semen on a woman are arousing? There's an opinion that it's not the semen itself that arouses, but the woman doused in it, she becomes kind of sexier. The whorish appearance of someone else's wife appeared in my imagination.

Tanyusha couldn't fully open her eyes, as semen was in the way, a droplet hung from her nose. She kept her mouth slightly open and semen mixed with saliva flowed from it. Her hair was disheveled, there were finger marks on her neck. From such thoughts I almost came right there.

After they thoroughly... her in the head, and her other holes won't escape their fate. There is of course an option that everything will be limited to classic, if not for this glorious guest. Before the boss arrived, he got into a conversation and told us how he f. cked a train attendant in the ass. And so judging by his comments, I think Tanya's ass is in great danger))). Captivating scenes opened up before me. Well, what could be more pleasant than f. cking your strict boss's wife like the last prostitute, according to the customs of the glorious cities of Sodom and Gomorrah?

By the way, it's curious, will Tanya divorce Kirill after such violence against her? In principle, they don't have children, so nothing really holds them together, although the family is of course a pity. Who would have thought Kirill is so evil, or is he just a complete p. rvert, trading his wife for money? If so, then she'd be better off divorcing him, and I'd probably be better off quitting too, I despise those who sell their honor and conscience for money.

And so, options for my actions:

1) Go with the flow, have a good f. ck and quit.

2) Get out right now, and especially quit, since neither I nor the guys will understand such half-heartedness.

3) Save Tanyukha. Only I don't know about others, but I've developed a reflex to first ask if those being saved want to be saved. And how to do it? if in a minute they'll start... her? Hmm!

 — "And what, your Tanyusha still won't drink," — Semyon Aleksandrovich suddenly

asked.

 — "She doesn't want to drink, so let her work," I said in a drunken voice. — "Well, just as I thought."

Turning, he bared her breast, Tatyana didn't resist, just measured everyone with a contemptuous look. This upset me even more,

He stood up, dropped the robe, his fat c. ck was on display for all to see, grabbed Tanya by the hair and roughly shoved it into her mouth. A collective sigh went through the hall, no one except me expected this.

The boss tried to thrust into Tanya very deep, right to the balls, she weakly tried to pull away, but unsuccessfully, her breasts swayed in time with the powerful movements. Realizing the Rubicon had been crossed, I decided to make a last attempt not to interfere but to keep my conscience, honor was already out of the question.

Kirill, have you lost your f. cking mind? Why are you treating her like this? — I said just in case, standing up.

Not stopping moving in Tanya's mouth, Kirill rasped:

 — "She deserved it, bitch, shouldn't have hit guests in the face."

Now everything became clear to me. The dear guest slapped Tanya on the ass, and she hit him in the face. Hmm. Didn't think Kirill was such an asshole. Personally, I would have added to the guest, at least with words. And look what he's doing. Well, having assessed who was sitting where, I got up from the table and stood so I could see everyone.

Meanwhile, the boss f. cked and f. cked her in the mouth, before coming, he pulled out his c. ck. and sprayed her whole face. He stepped back, looked at his wife.

Tanya's face flushed, her mascara ran, she was breathing unevenly.

 — "Oh, Kiryusha, oh well done, how generous, and your Tanyusha is just super," Semyon Aleksandrovich said, half-rising. He understood that by seniority, it was now his turn.

At that moment I barked at him "sit down". He just sat back down. Taking advantage of the second's pause, I started speaking:

 — "Have you guys lost your minds, okay Kirill's mind is gone, but you have some conscience." — while speaking I take a glass vodka bottle in my hand. The guys are in a stalemate, they want to f. ck, and some still have a conscience. Conscience is a thing in itself, appears when it wants, and if you forget about it, it's like it's not there, but as soon as someone reminds you, it can come and hit you in the face with its fist — shame, so that your face turns red from shame, so that sweat breaks out, so that the question in your head is "What have I done?"

So the guys are silent, saying nothing, Semyon Aleksandrovich, also a beaten type, just looked at me, only sensed the smell of a serious beating, immediately fell silent. On the other hand, if we collectively subject the boss to obstruction with his swinger plans, he'll get offended, it's hard to be the only scoundrel at work.

In short, in any case, the last word was Kirill's, and he said it:

 — "F. ck off you conscience-ridden a. shole Come on..." — what he wanted to say next I don't know, because I hit him in the head with the bottle. I was lucky, the bottle broke but didn't scratch the boss's face. Contrary to the laws of the genre, the boss didn't go into a knockout, but with not very clear curses came at me. For those who rarely fought one against many, let me explain, the moment of attack is often a key point in the course of a discussion, if you take a step back you definitely get beaten by everyone, if forward, then there are options. I grabbed the table and overturned it, flipped it onto Kirill, that's when everyone jumped up.

I rushed to the boss and hit him in the solar plexus with my left, grabbed Tanya, now completely dirty, not just semen, but salad on her face too))). I tell her to go get dressed. I turn to my colleagues and say "Guys, calm the man down."

I go to the locker room where Tatyana is crying. I put a little rose on the dresser, and started quickly dressing her, because who knows, the husband might come running))). Dressed her, dressed myself. We left the banya, put her in the car and sent her off. I went home too.

On Monday I came to work by lunchtime, so as not to waste time I wrote my resignation at home. Greeted Kirill, didn't shake hands, gave him the resignation, he signed it, gave me the money, returned my work book, and that's it.

That's all, she didn't call me. It happens that no one rewards you for a good deed, probably because some good deeds you do not for people, but for yourself. Though it was nice to find out that Kirill fired the whole company within a month)))

Author's e-mаil: аrniklеhi@mаil.ru