Stepping With the Enemy

They say that when a man thinks with his dick he does shit, I agree with the sentence but I think it's a bit sexist, since a woman when she thinks with her xanax also does shit. it's my case, my vagina is irrational and sometimes it leads me to do things that I shouldn't do.
It's a story I don't even know if I should tell, but I think we should purge our mistakes so we don't repeat them, and I'm taking this opportunity to apologize to my husband, who I took out in a moment of weakness, and I'm going to try to tell it in a humorous way to lighten it up.
Let's get to the facts.
My husband is today the regional manager of a multinational agribusiness company. It is today, but he should have reached that position much earlier.
Mario was my husband's boss at the time and my husband was leading a sales team and prospecting new business. this company was launching a new product on the market, a product that did not exist in Brazil and, there was even a prejudice from the farmers to use it. my husband set up a strategy before the launch of the product to convince the farmers, with lectures, meetings, visits to cooperatives, etc. we lived at the time in the Rio Grande do Sul and the launch would be regionalized: RS, then SC, then PR and so on.
Thanks to his work the launch was a success and his strategy was used for the launch of the product in the rest of the country.
The company made a lot of money from this and the directors in São Paulo, were interested to meet the creator of the plan.
was promoted to a position in São Paulo and even won the right to nominate his successor in the regional management. if at least he stole the idea, but to nominate my husband would be a lesser evil, but not even that he did, perhaps for fear of his shadow, nominated for the position an incompetent, who time later was sent away from the company.
I know all this now, but I didn't know it then. My husband was in a very bad mood for a while but he didn't explain to me why. I only knew that he didn't like Mario, but I thought it was because of some silly problem in the company.
At the end of the year, the company always throws a fraternity party for the employees, but because of the year's good results, that party would be held at the best floripa hotel, and everyone who met the goals would get an all-expenses-paid weekend.
I was all excited, but my husband advised me to calm down. Many people in the company knew that I was climbing, including several of his coworkers who had already slept with me. he explained to me that almost all of them were married and that it would be a family party where everyone would be with wife and children. he even asked me to buy a bigger bikini. But almost all of them are not and one of those who did not have a family was Mario, who was separated.
We arrived on Saturday morning and everything was going well I was behaving with my huge bikini without even looking at the sides, a saint, just missing the came.
But as my grandfather used to say, "Before the storm, there's always calm".
I was completely isolated there, women didn't like me, in other words they didn't like me, they hated me. They had a feeling that was a mixture of anger/envy/contempt/jealousy and other noble feelings. I didn't care and enjoyed that beauty of the place with my husband or alone.
The night would be the party and all the directors would be there, my husband explained to me that it was very important for him to make contact with those people.
The night of the party, I was again behaved in a huge dress and alone, my husband with such contacts and no good soul to sit at the table with me, it was a wonderful party and the women were ecstatic to see my situation and I charging champagne to drown the wounds.
I believe in the hood and I saw him in front of me, came embodied in the hood, but who was the hood was, he came with that seductive smile that only the evil has and, ploft sat at my table.
You see, I'm there in the middle of a party more lonely than the castaway of the movie, loaded on champagne, with my husband pulling the bag of the bosses, appears a friendly shoulder for me to cry. shoulder of the capeta, but friend. Mario arrived very polite and seductive treating me well, that's all I needed at that moment, he asked for more champagne for us and I already had a drink, he noticed and suggested that we go out for me to breathe some fresh air. We left and in the middle of that huge hotel we stopped in a dark corner and the damn bag began to roll. I was even caring and lonely and forgot at that moment that he would challenge my husband. I did not forget, I just knew that they did not like each other, but I did not think he was a good person.
He would suck my breasts put his hand in my xana and I put his dick out and started playing for him he invited me to his room and at that moment I was no longer responsible for my actions the xana was besides I didn't want to go back to that place at least I was with someone
Mario was an athletic German, even half-buff, but he was hot and had a good temper.
We went to the room and the dick began to come in, I was drunk and very tense, he was getting hot and I was moaning with pleasure, he was good to fuck and made me laugh several times (when I drank it I enjoyed more). his dick was very white, with a lot of skin, small head and good to suck. I sucked him until he laughs. we fucked for a couple of hours and I gave him the ass, I forgot about life, I gave a good relaxed. when I realized I recovered, left desperately and returned to the party half drunk, half happy, half ashamed. husband was mad about my delay I told him that I was in the room and he said that the receptionist had called there and I answered. I explained that I had turned off the phone. I knew that I had left because I could be alone at the table (it was the truth). I didn't intend to lie to him, I just thought that was the right moment.
The next morning when I explained, he got possessed, he said that I could climb with anyone in the world except "that FDP", I explained that I was alone, needy, half drunk and that he was the only person at the party who paid attention to me. he calmed down we went out to talk on the beach and he explained to me everything that I had already said above, with massive wealth of detail (I only half forgot). he was not satisfied that "that FDP" had harmed him so much professionally and "he still ate my wife". I apologized, he said that if he had told me before this would not have happened. but not fucked given fucked given, as he has to come back late. The male should be happy twice for the new fucked and the bastard with my husband. it would be fun. but if it wasn't today, the sadness is over, we managed to give a good laugh until today as my husband works as a regional manager of the company, so far the situation is not explained.
A kiss to all of you.