As I drove home the “devil inside me” concocted a plan. I found a way to get even with the “Doc” for dumping me. Carol was on vacation the nex... week. So that week I began to “come on” to Jean the “Docs” wife. I brushed up against her “accidently” and just smiled. One time I dropped a letter and she bent over to pick it up and I commented “I would die to have a pair of boobs like yours (she wore a 36DD bra) and her cleavage was always visible no matter what. I got my hair re-done and wore. I asked, "Are there any women engineers in the department, and would they be willing to work on the project. I know that they would be interested in the finished product, but would they be too embarrassed to work on the product development?"One man said, "We have three women engineers, and I know of one of them who would be willing to work on the development of the tampon. I'll ask our VP if I can talk to her about joining the project. She's a damned good engineer, and she has the plumbing to. She agreed.He rang them to say the shoot was back on and they could come over anytime soon.***About an hour later the 3 black guys arrived. They were the same age as my wife, 6ft 5in plus and extremely muscled. My wife was smiling at the sight of these guys. They got to know each over a coffee.The photographer asked them to go into the studio so they could get started. He told to let things flow so he could get natural shots. His wife told me to go with her into the bedroom where we could watch. Of course, I had the most unsavoury thoughts about what I would like to do to her. Yet, Elodie and I worked in the same quirky office. I needed friends like her more and promised myself to build on our friendship despite the flirtatiousness.All I had to do was not kiss her.-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-The dim bedside lamp threw long shadows over her slender frame. No deed went unpunished, she writhed at the hips, and I held her flanks tight.“Putain…” repeatedly, soft, and barely audible.Tutored by.