We were young, newly married and had stretched our finances to purchase a house. I didn’t think my job was at risk, at least not yet but I had been...considered a probable fast track towards partnership and my less formidable performance this week could certainly impact on that. Risking my advancement and, to a lesser extent, even my current salary didn’t make sense to either of us.In the end we reached a sort of compromise. Jessica relented to the extent that she agreed to allow me two orgasms. But soon she started flirting with me. She used to come and say “Kya sir ap ek dam mast lag rahe ho aj… Bahar se itni achi body hai to andar kaisa hoga.. Apki biwi bahot lucky hai..” and I just used to smile and feel embarrassed. This continued for many months. And we became close friends. She used share everything with me like when she would have her periods and the pain associated with it. Slowly she started enquiring whether I see porn films or not. And I said yes I do watch porn films. Then. Us waqkt karib dopehar ke 2 baje the uske ghar pahucha or uske gharke bahar se use call kiya taki koi missunderstandinga n ho, fir wo bahar ayi or muje andar bulaya, mene use facebook pe dekha tha dukhneme jyada hi achi lag raahi thi, andar jake ham sidhe uske badroom me gaye, vaha me betha or wo mere liye juse leke aayi. juse pike mene glass table pe raakha priya jese hi glass lene k liye juki uske dress me se uske medium size k ball muje dikh gaye, dosto usne braa nai pehni thi, fir usne t.v. It took him a couple of minutes to do so, and Tom finally slipped into some brown loafers before stepping out of his room. Layla was immediately upon him, massaging gel into his scalp to bring order to his unruly hair. After a few minutes, she was done and stepped back to admire her handiwork. She stood silent for a moment, and Tom looked back at her, extending the silence. As they made eye contact, a slight blush touched Layla’s cheeks and she smiled as she slowly stepped forward. Time seemed.