She had a son, married and lived in another town.I noticed that Latha was lonely and liked chat with me. She asked me about my college and so on, Soon...Latha had got a more comfortable and told me about her life, the difficulties she had at home when her husband had been alive, and how he would take away her money and beat her and their son. She was emotional from the memories and tears were flowing down her cheeks.I consoled her and in a friendly gesture patted her on her shoulder. Latha turned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were, uh, taken.”“It’s all good,” I said. “Have to met my friend Mike though? Highly paid, highly intelligent, highly skilled scientist if you get my meaning.”She did.“Hello Mike,” she cooed.“Hello Jessica,” Mike replied. He shot me a thank you smile and led her away.“Your drinks, m’ladies,” I said, handing Tina and Allison their beverages“Thank you, kind sir,” said Allison.“Yes, thanks,” Tina added.“You put on quite a show for the guys,” I said.“That wasn’t for. As she neared with her plateful of sausage and pancakes, I turned back - cool as a cucumber, my I'm-The-Perfect-Boss-With-No-Penis expression plastered onto my face. "Mr. Jaiswal," she began, "Sir, You should have really come for the jog this morning. The beach side is especially beautiful that early?" "Yes?" I asked, feigning disinterest, as my eyes roved over empty pages of Business Insider seeing nothing but the curves of her body, as she must have jogged. The way her breasts, squashed. "That's good", I told her, "because I've arranged for Barry to come around tonight".We had dinner then Margie showered and dressed herself in her tiny little, white, baby doll nightie with matching bikini panties so as to be ready for our friend.Soon there was a knock at the door and I told Margie to let Barry in."Hello", he said looking at Margie, "how's my favourite little whore."Margie just giggled and looked coy.Barry took hold of my wife's hips and kissed her full on the mouth and lightly.