I hate him so much! He stole another of my contracts from right under my nose. 

My wife Mia exclaimed. A girl no older than 25. She had curves in all the right places, and modest B cup sized breasts. She stood 5’4” short because I myself was only 5’7, just three inches taller. Exactly the same length as my cock oddly enough.

She carried on her rant. She was always a little fire cracker ever since we knew each other during school. But when we went to work for an advertising agency straight out of college she learnt to control her rage to not get the better of her. 

When it came to Tyrone though he seemed to rile her up. I despised that guy as well. He was just a year ahead of us when we joined the agency. A 6’2” tall handsome black man. We used to work closely with him, but he bullied me and my mental health suffered. I still worked in the same agency but I transferred to a different department. My wife, back then was just my fiancée decided to stay in her role and go head to head with him. 

She stood there in our kitchen dressed in a tight figure hugging chequered grey dress with a white blazer on top. The type of outfit that screamed I'm fashionable yet professional. She dressed like this often as she had to constantly head out to meet clients. Even in her professionally modest style, I drooled for her.

He had the nerve to ask me to go get him a coffee during our big meeting. Now I know what you've been going through honey. It musta been tough for those couple of years. Mark my words he'll get whats coming to him. 

 Eventually they started working close together.

Our boss decided that all the in-fighting wasn't good for morale.  

She came back smelling of his cologne, her lipstick smeared.

 Rumours in the office started spreading like wildfire.

Tyrone 6'2" black man. Tall, confident, suave, full of himself ladies man.