I forgot all my work tensions and tried to reply “oh, it’s you of course I remember you. Anyways how are you?” Reply was “thank god you rememb...r”.And somehow we kept chatting on SMS whole day. I enquired if she is going home this weekend and she wasn’t going. This kept on for few days. We used chat with each other on SMS whenever possible about all the general topics now we knew more about each other. One Friday we planned our trip. She was going to her house and me to my uncle’s home. We drove. I turned a blind eye to how close they seemed to end up as the evenings drew on, though I confess I began to suffer the first early pangs of jealousy. ‘Perhaps this Joss thing isn’t such a good idea,’ I eventually ventured about a week later, but my plea was met with a very firm rebuttal, making my wife’s position quite clear, and by the second week it was evident that my wife and Joss’s relationship was rapidly going beyond a casual friendship. My jealousy flared, and it all came to a head. .Please do it to me.... Take it.... Take me now.... Fuck me hard!" He obviously had other plans. His mouth slowly explored the contours of her back, blazing a trail of hot kisses on his way down to the bottom of her spine. Getting on his knees, he pulled her down by the waist, and then reached around to her aching tits. He kneaded them firmly, taking each stiff nipple between his fingers, deftly rolling and pinching it. Raking his finger tips along her flanks, he grasped her butt, spreading her. . okay six o'clock then? Okay love you too ... bye."The idea of spending a little time with his sister and his nephew melted away his bad humour and he settled down to do some work.An hour later he strode back across the room and pulled open the door again.Iris was thumping her own keyboard, typing up the reports that he had dictated to her that morning.She stopped as he strode out of his office and looked at him apprehensively for a moment."I was just about to make a coffee," he said gruffly –.