One day I suggested her to take some loans from her company to repay some of our money. She said ok for that will check with her boss. In the evening ...he came back I asked her whether did she check with her boss. She was silent, I asked her again. She told in a low voice she had asked her boss in the afternoon, but her boss wants to sleepHer. I was shocked listening to those words. And I was also silent and she was also silent.Days passed on I was quite not talking to anyone, she understood my. By then, he was hard again, ready to ball. True, he’d been celibate for a while, but there was more to his libido than that. (He said later that he would usually masturbate two or three times a day, and even more when he could.) This fuck was a nice, slow one, getting to know each other’s bodies. It resulted in orgasms that were almost simultaneous. The next one, in the hot tub, was hot and fierce, with him kneeling in front of me as I positioned my cunt at its edge, a fuck that ended with him. Then again every other birthday you were home on time. It was our tradition.But what did you say to me?"Why are you home already?" as though you had no idea, and the look on your face should have told me everything. It didn't, I trusted you.I was hurt when you told me you had already eaten, that you had dinner with some colleagues. You did say colleagues, not colleague. You then went and showered, alone, refusing my company. I heard you singing again, you had a long shower, even then I thought. The new office manager, 34, divorced, slightly fuller figure but carried it in a way that said to the world "Iam a little big, so what, I am gorgeous!"She was living the good life after her divorce from a man who frankly was a complete tool! we used to arrive at the office early to start the day and would spend time talking about movies, music. As the days and weeks went on, we went out for lunches and coffees. We had a good friendship.She was a party girl too, liked a wine or two on a Friday..