Beginnings of Cuckold - the Immigrant

GrinSince I arrived at work, I haven't stopped. Three months of loading boxes and boxes of stationery; paper sheets, notebooks, modeling clay or colors among others. It's very tiring but I didn't have many options. Just that day my contract was ending and Don Juan sent me a call for the termination.

—Mr. Juan sent you to call me.

—Pass Grin, don't they say that to boys?—

—as is sir. Today marks the end of my contract and I wanted to ask...

—that it be renewed if possible. Everyone wants it to be renewed—I looked at him fixedly—

—Of course, look, there are others who want the job and are from this country…

—I know I know Grin. I will renew your contract. In fact, I want someone to take care of organizing the trailers. I think you could handle the work. You've already been doing it in a way—

—is that referring to inventory management?

—hahah Grin, no no, that's something else. The warehouse manager will be your boss. He'll give you a list and where the merchandise is located, and you'll take care of making sure each trailer has what it needs to be loaded. You'll probably have to load some things again, but I assume you know that. Do you want the job?—

—I'm happy to count on myself

—you're not even asking how much I'll earn

—Well, sir, since I arrived, he's given me an opportunity, I suppose it will be fair.

—not everyone is like that Grin. But if you can do the work, I'll give you a 60% raise. Obviously, it will be retroactive.

—it seems fine to me, sir...

—Retroactive means that I'll pay you that 60% extra at the fourth month. That is, I'll pay you that 60% of the three-month trial period as a guarantee. You'll think...

—that my salary can't go up and then down

—as is, don't interrupt me again—

During those three months, it cost me to make people work, but I managed to do so. I came up with an idea for... new organization that helped us make things more efficient. I tried to befriend the leaders of the groups so they would pull people along. I never looked for enemies and always tried to win small things with the warehouse manager. I made mistakes but always saw how to solve them and get out of it. Never loaded a trailer wrong, which was what I feared because we could get fined. We had a great half year.

— Grin boy, my husband has talked a lot about you, that you're very hardworking.
— Mrs., nice to meet you, of course I always try to do the best possible.
— You've risen, kid, the truth is that I see many of the same people in the same positions.
— Didn't know what to say, ma'am. Excuse me, please.
— Ha ha don't tell me they told you so. I'm Mrs. Juan
— Ma'am, excuse me —I felt bad— didn't know.
It was a thin woman with slightly sagging breasts, who walked upright and had great confidence. Maybe more than Mr. Juan's wife, who was very strict. The lady danced with all of us and we had great respect for her. Mr. Juan never danced but spent his time talking to everyone. He must have said that despite being strict with us, he also helped us. We all had a great night. I talked a lot with her and the families of my coworkers. I was alone.

I got tired of dancing and went to sit down. Then Mrs. Juan came over too.
— Well, one can't keep up anymore ha ha
— Oh well, ma'am, if you've been going all night, you still have energy left
— Good good a little bit, you dance very well too
— The women of your coworkers haven't let you sit down yet —I laughed and bent down—
— Well in my country one dances a lot and learns from a young age. If it's different here.
— You guys dance with more flavor now —I felt a strange look from Mrs. Juan, but even more curiosity than from my coworkers.

We talked about our country. Mr. Juan joined us very seriously. Then Mrs. Ricardo who was already drunk. We joked. much and I went to take a little air. Then the woman of Ricardo approached us alone. A lady around 38 years old, something chubby, big hips, small breasts, thick eyebrows and thin lips like her small mouth. She started flirting with me and well, one thing led to another. We kissed away from everyone and there was no one around. Even so, I told her to follow me and we went near the storage room. There she bent down, I took her off, let out a sigh and started eating her, held her hair to start sucking her mouth, she just drooled, pulled out her tits that moved with every head movement to put half of my cock in it. As we heard footsteps, we stopped. I hid and told her to come back calmly. I rounded part of the storage room and returned to the party from another side. I didn't even finish. The rest of the party I ignored so they wouldn't suspect. I regret it for Ricardo but maybe he doesn't know what it's like to be without a woman for so long. And well, I couldn't do as I wanted.

After that, not only did I take care of the trailers, but I was already handling part of the inventory. I received the load from our own storage room and no longer just from clients. I received another raise that suited me fine. And I kept eating with the guys who were loading. Never stopped doing it or believing more than others. I think that was the secret to my success. Besides, I always tried to learn. Also, I always tried to get something out of it for us. As if we loaded everything, we could leave early. So the guys from other lines helped and we loaded faster.

Don Juan trusted me more and threw a party with people he considered trustworthy and responsible. There, I greeted his wife and families I knew from my colleagues again. Definitely, slightly finer people. Although not much. It was no longer the same music or food but we were still the same as always.

It gave me a heart flip when Carlos's wife approached to tell me she knew about Ricardo. I denied it. Obviously but she told me she knew it. It seems like a joke but I blackmailed her. I said I didn't care what she said because it wasn't true. She replied that if Don Juan found out, he would doubt or leave with more caution with me. Which was true. I said what I wanted and she said to check something. We agreed to meet at the parking lot.

I saw her there. She wasn't a beautiful woman. She was more like those women who are very made-up, with big eyebrows, wide lips, and prominent cheekbones, large breasts, and slightly fat. Something vulgar but definitely very sexy. I had until then masturbated and paid for sex a couple of times, so it didn't come to me as unusual. We were between the cars and she turned around and started rubbing her fat ass against mine. I saw her marked thong and lifted up her dress. Her thighs were fat too, not grotesque but large and moving. My cock started rising and she turned around. I touched her on the ankle and we laughed. I lowered my pants with everything and boxers and she just said if it was true what she had seen. I took her hair and bent her over, looked at her eyes and said she had never sucked a black man before. I pushed my cock into her mouth and started sucking her. Her saliva fell a lot. I couldn't help but hit her with my cock in the face. That turned me on. She just closed her eyes and received the hits. We kept going for some minutes and then started pulling her very tasty, I was seconds away from finishing when we heard her husband yelling at her. I bent over and hid her. She quickly fixed herself up. I hid more towards the back between the cars and she raised her hand and Carlos came over.

What are you doing here?

I came to charge my phone but on the way back, my earring fell off

They were silent for several seconds.

Have you seen Grin?

A who?

The black one

No, why?

He's looking for Mr. Juan and since I found him, I came to look for them

Better help me find my earring

They took a long time. She must have taken it off quickly and thrown it away somewhere... scene. Very skilled that woman. Enough to blackmail me and deceive her husband. I suppose it's a punishment not being able to end up with married women. Besides, Ricardo's wife didn't speak to me all night and I'm very grateful. I shouldn't be looking for trouble at work. Finding another job with papers is almost impossible. And very desperate. Plus, I was risking everything. If in doubt now I should live with this small blackmail and make sure it doesn't grow. The rest of the night I dedicated to drinking quietly. Charle with Don Juan's wife and then Don Juan invited me to his office. There, sitting down, I noticed there were black lace panties. I took them because I didn't know what they were and when looking at them Don Juan got up and asked for them. It was a rare scene. Between anger and strangeness, what I saw in it. We talked about some things. He asked me to explain some things and he seemed fine with it. He gave me more ideas to implement and everything turned out well. On the way back to the sofa we found his wife and Don Juan asked us to wait for him. I chatted amicably with the lady in front of me. I could see her legs, although thin, were exercised and her thighs were well defined despite her age, which I estimated to be around 47 or so, unlike Don Juan who must be around 56. I avoided not looking at the lady's breasts, which had a nice bust despite being sagging. They were shaped like pears. We talked about how well the gentleman spoke with me and we talked about the food from my country, always telling funny anecdotes.

— Monse, I'd like to toast to Grin. Since he arrived, many things have improved. He's been a great acquisition.
— No doubt it seems like a great guy. Grin never asked you, how old are you?
—I'm 28, ma'am. Thank you, Mrs. Juan, for giving me the opportunity and freedom to carry out my ideas, I won't let you down.
— Boy, I started like you and although I'm not tasty, look what I've achieved, a decent house, a divine wife. I made an effort to smile and look at her face – a car and some good money for some tastes. Monsieur serves, don't stay there.

My husband doesn't usually do these things, in fact he's very distrustful so your discretion with the other employees will be good to avoid envies – he said serving the tequila and not looking at me.

Don't forget I won't let you down – the lord put his hands on her shoulders running a bit of her dress behind his wife.

We three took the tequila shot. The lady got up and Don Juan gave her an ass-spanking that seemed somewhat discreet and I could better perceive the lady's ass. When I arrived at my house, I pulled myself thinking about all that. After being more objective, I realized everything was a product of the night. I pulled myself again thinking about Carlos' woman. More so than his woman in the situation.JuanFrom many years ago, exactly fifteen to be more precise, I started feeling this way. I've made my wife feel like she's the one I love. I treat her like a turn-on since we started working together. Of course, in bed, because in our daily life I let her do whatever she wants. Something that my family criticizes me for because I've always been very strict not only with myself but also with everyone. On one occasion, my wife had to intervene several years ago when I fired a lot of people for being incompetent. That time I stopped talking and told her it was very unfair. I didn't change my way of being sincerely. Or almost not at all. But if the next year she decides to give a big dinner. There we met more of our employees and got closer to their lives, which go beyond just work. I've always thought that one is a product of his efforts rather than his circumstances, my wife thinks the opposite.

We had a great time at the dinner, however some people confused the topic and started taking certain liberties. That's when I talked to my wife and decided to fire some people. My wife intervened on behalf of a man who seemed to me not to have had the right opportunities. We argued and she defended him very well. I felt a kind of rage but was agitated. In the end, I didn't scold her and decided to give that man another chance to prove my wife wrong. My surprise was that that man turned out to be one of the best even after 20 years, he still works for the company, no longer loads but is still very good.

A year later than that when the man demonstrated things, I repeated the dinner. My wife was talking a lot with that man and she called him by his first name but he always showed respect. They were dancing. I started feeling jealous that consumed me. I remembered how she defended him. I saw things I didn't see, her leaning on his shoulders, from behind low back. Seeing her in the arms of another man made me furious. I didn't want to act like a teenager so I went out and smoked on the balcony. Then I talked to some employees and relaxed afterwards. I understood that everything was just visions I had. At that moment, I got an erection and had to maintain a conversation with my friend's wife who was talking to me from behind. Then she came up to my side and just smiled at seeing it rise and continued chatting.

In the night, I ended up having sex with my wife like I hadn't in years. I remembered the scenes I had seen. When we finished, my wife was a bit surprised by my performance. Something I thought was due to my age, but it turned out to be just mental. I decided to try again and asked her how she had been at the party. What did she think of the old man and tried to make fun of him. She reacted as I wanted. She said that for being big, the old man was quite thick and felt coarse. And if he danced well, I asked her, and she said yes.

Everything was very normal, I couldn't see it but I had her very still and just approached her and we started having sex. I opened her legs wide and started having sex with force, her face surprised me even more. I turned her over with force and put her on all fours. There, I saw her ass like that, which I hadn't done in a long time, so I got down to eat it. I licked her asshole, her delicious lips, remembered between my fingers the fleshiness of her ass. I bit her and didn't stop, she was moaning so much that I had to stop myself from getting too excited. My heart was beating faster and faster just imagining what I was doing to her as if the old man was doing it to me. I squeezed her ass and started fucking her. I should have held on for a few minutes because it didn't take long and I finished in her asshole. She wanted to lie down on her stomach. But I didn't let her and did something I had never done before. I licked her asshole and almost sucked it all with my cum. I didn't think about putting out that this cum wasn't mine.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------If you've enjoyed please leave points and comments to continue reading. Don't forget to visit other stories


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