Her physical charms were there but you had to look to see them. You see, Ella was a "big" girl. By that I mean she was about 30 lbs overweight.Now don...t get me wrong. Ella was attractive, funny and sexy in the way that BBW become after a lifetime of being, well, a Big Beautiful woman. I'm sure you know what I mean. Really beautiful women, those of the tall, slim and big tits, well they have a "I know I'm beautiful and you'd better know it as well". Stuck up, in other words.Ella was none of. Someone gently knocked on my door. It was a soft knock. My boss always knocked aggressively. I was confused. I went to go open the door, but the man just burst in before I even adjusted my skirt and walked a few steps. I was in complete and utter shock. My boyfriend was standing in front of me, in my own office. He walked towards me with a lustful look in his eyes. His arms reached to hug me but didn’t. He stared into my light blue eyes the entire time with the sexiest look that I had ever. "You know what? Let's be fair. Strip!" she laughed."Wait, WHAT?" I could barely comprehend what I was hearing."Yep! Shirt and jeans gotta go! You wouldn't want me to feel EMBARRASSED, would you?" she pouted and gave me puppy eyes. I blushed deeply, and heartily complied. My clothes were in a pile on the floor, and I was sitting there just in my black boxers. Kelly giggled, and I quickly discovered why: my boner was making a tent!"So he DOES like flat girls!" she laughed out loud. This time, my. "Well, I thought as I got off the bed and headed for the bathroom, at least now I know why she didn't answer the phone when I had called her on the two nights I spent in Chicago. Out being busy with her lover or not brave enough to reach over and pick up the bedside phone while he was there in bed with her.And then I started thinking on what I was going to do about it. Immediate confrontation was out! I was going to want to know who, where and how often and I obviously could not trust her to.