He begged me to go, and although I refused many times, I eventually gave in and went to a place called a 'happening bar.'
I had been dating him for four years, and I was hoping that we would naturally progress to marriage. However, recently, he seemed to be losing interest, which made it harder for me to refuse.
Our relationship was a secret office romance, but I thought that people around us might have suspected it.
I had heard that happening bars were places where people could watch and be watched while making love, and even engage in swapping. Since I was with him, I thought it would be okay to be watched by strangers.
But the place was far beyond what I had imagined; it was like a battlefield.
Several naked men and women were entangled with each other, not caring about being seen, and it was not uncommon for multiple men to be involved with one woman.
He slipped his hand under my towel, and as he teased me, I started to get wet.
Caught up in the atmosphere, I didn't notice when my towel was taken off, and he began to penetrate me openly...
In the midst of the overwhelming sensation, countless hands reached out from all directions, touching my nipples, buttocks, and even my clitoris while I was connected to him.
I lost track of what was happening, and before I knew it, I was being taken from behind by a man I didn't know.
While several men caressed my body, I climaxed multiple times from the intense pleasure.
The men seemed to be taking turns, and I lost count of how many had taken me.
In my dazed state, I saw a familiar face...
(Oh no!) I thought, but by then, we were already deeply connected.
It was my boss from work.
I couldn't understand why he was there or how this had happened.
I tried to escape, but my hands and legs were held down by several men.
"I never thought I'd see you doing something like this," he said.
"I've always wanted to try you out," he added, harassing me with his words while thoroughly violating me.
My mind was spinning with thoughts of 'It's over, it's over.'
After being toyed with by many unknown men, I eventually noticed that the orgy had ended, and he had returned.
In the taxi ride home, neither of us spoke.
It was inconceivable that my boss would coincidentally be there.
He must have been invited by him.
I couldn't understand his feelings anymore.
More than anything, I felt miserable for being used by that old man, and I realized I couldn't stay with him anymore.
The next day, I took a day off work and sent him a message saying, 'I want to break up.'
I also quit my job.
Later, I found out that he had another woman he liked and had orchestrated this to break up with me.
I only realized this when a female colleague told me he was dating someone else.
It's a memory I want to forget, but even now, I cry out of frustration.
Especially the smug look on my boss's face is etched in my mind.
To think that I had sex with a middle-aged man I didn't even like, and who I knew.
How foolish I was...
But it's too late for regrets now.
