sooooo tell us the story of how you fucked your boss's wife??
I love telling this story… just there’s a lot I can’t tell, and some of it is… y’know, not exactly above the law, but I’ll do my best
My boss, let’s just say he was a terrible man. Nobody that worked under him had much love for the guy, much less his family. The wife told me herself he never could… y’know, sexually.
One of my jobs from time to time involved going to his home, and that’s where I met his wife. She was much older than me and covered in tats (I wasn’t then) but yeah, queen of the milfs, as they say. I like a woman that looks like she could mess up my whole life so I was pretty drawn to her from the beginning. She showed me how to sew wounds closed and local herbs that could slow bleeding and all kinds of other cool shit. Her kids loved braiding my hair (I have big and long curly hair) I guess you could say my stupid puta gay ass got a crush on her. She always complained about her husband, sometimes she cried, and I wondered if this lady was actually a lesbian from the stories she told me.
So anyway, my boss didn’t treat her good, and beat her up when he lost a deal. I got so pissed about it, I just reached a boiling point. So, one night we got drunk and I lost it for a solid ten minutes straight. This guy has a real bad temper and is a trigger-happy whack job, so I had a feeling I’d get shot then and there for saying all that. But he was so drunk, he passed out at the table, laughing everything off.
I got up and told him he wasn’t even man enough to fuck his wife but I was, if I ever had the chance. Turns out I’d have the chance all right.
I walked for a long while to clear my head. I recognized the wife’s car down the street, and she waved me over. She’d taken the kids to a family member’s house and was just sitting in the car, crying.
I wasn’t intending to fuck her. I really wasn’t. She broke my heart, and I just wanted to make her feel better. I don’t know exactly know how it happened, but we ended up fucking in her car
The next day, basically the whole town knew. The wife was telling everyone how amazing of a lover I was, so I knew my life was over. I went home to drink and hope I was so wasted, my inevitable death wouldn’t be too painful
My boss came to my apartment, pretty hungover, and shot me, as one might expect. I was a 20-year-old Latin hot-head WOMAN who cucked a narco… that was a blow to his reputation that he’d never recover from.
Luckily for me, he was a shitty husband but an even shittier shot, so I survived. I…. uh, escaped (you don’t need the details there) and lived to tell the tale.
Moral of the story: don’t assign lesbian bodyguards for your wives
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