Hank sat at his office desk reading over the stack of impending cases that had just been given to him. It was a Friday morning and this was not the way he had envisioned ending the week. Sid himself had even hand delivered them and smirked as he dropped them on his desk saying, "This is the price you pay for being so damned good at what you do. Keep up the good work." Hank looked at the stack on his desk over the one he had in his hand. "Shit!" was all he could say. Then he smiled to himself as he thought about Jean giving him his daily morning blow-job. She had not only become really good at giving head, she actually enjoyed it and looked forward to any opportunity she could do that for Hank. As she told Hank, "Going down on you isn't just sex. It's my way of showing you how much I love you and want to submit to you."
Hank cleared his head and focused on the task at hand. That had been the real challenge since Denise had been introduced into the mix just over a week ago. He had gone back and forth over the decision to bring Denise into their relationship. Jean seemed ok with it, although they hadn't really sat down and hashed it out like two lawyers. But then, they really hadn't had the time since Jean and Denise had been spending so much time together since that first encounter. They had had lunch together almost everyday, and they had Hank wondering what was going on. But her ability to spend time at their condo had been curtailed because of her husband.
About 11:30 Jean stuck her head in his office door and let him know, "Denise and I are going out to lunch. Want me to bring you anything back?" Hank looked up from his work with that 'what the fuck' look on his face. "You two going out to lunch again?! What the hell is going on?"
Jean giggled, "Yes we are! And you'll soon find out! Now, do you want me to bring anything back for you?"
"No thanks! I've never worked up an appetite sitting at a desk all day. But thanks. Enjoy your lunch!"
"Oh we will!" Jean laughed as she turned to leave the office.
Hank knew something was going on, and it would bug him till he knew what it was. Since Jean had accepted her role as his sub, Hank had decided that he wasn't going to become one of those guys who had to dominate every aspect of his bitch's life. Maybe that meant he wasn't a true Dom. Or whatever the hell they call it he thought. 'I'm not a control freak and I don't want the responsibility for controlling her life completely anyway,' he thought. Hank had always found intelligent, decisive women who had a strength about them attractive. It's not that he found indecisive women unattractive. Especially if they had a nice rack. But there was something about strong willed women who allowed their submissive side to take over in the bedroom he found a real turn on. He wasn't intimidated by them in the workplace. And he sure as hell loved dominating them in the bedroom. That was Jean, and he was discovering Denise as well.
So when Jean got sassy with him at the office, it not only didn't bother him, he enjoyed it. He loved reminding her that, "payback is a bitch." Jean knew exactly what that meant. It only spurred her on to be more sassy. She knew she'd get the loving from her master she needed at the end of the day.
Shortly after 12:30 Jean and Denise walked into Hank's office. Both pulled up chairs in front of his desk and sat down. "How was lunch ladies?" Hank asked as he laid his paperwork down and leaned back in his chair.
"It was great!" Jean replied. "I would have loved to bring you an Italian beef sandwich from the deli we ate it. It was really good. But, your loss!" She added the last statement with a smirk.
Hank smiled back. "That will cost you bitch!"
"I certainly hope so!" Jean's look conveyed both lust and love. "Now, we need to talk to you." Without hesitation she launched right in. "I suppose you've noticed that Denise and I have had lunch together quite a bit over the last week or so?"
"Yeah, I have. What gives?"
"We've been talking. Talking about you, us, life, what we want. Stuff like that. I've explained to Denise in great detail what you and I have and what we've done together."
"And I've explained to Jean in great detail what my life has been like, and what I'm looking for." Denise chimed in.
Hank felt like he was being tag-teamed like in some wrestling match on TV.
"My marriage is over. It's been over for years. I just haven't had the guts to admit it or do anything about it. Well I tasted something last week with the two of you I've craved inwardly for years. I know I give off this bossy bitch persona in public and at the office. And that's partly who I am when I'm working."
Hank interrupted her. "And I don't want you to change!" he said with a commanding voice.
"I'm not! I don't plan to! But there's another part of me that wants, no craves, to be taken, used and dominated the way you two did last week, and the way Jean did Saturday."
Hank's eyes lit up. "What?!!" he bellowed. "You two had a fuck session and didn't tell me about it?"
Denise looked at Jean with a surprised fright in her eyes. "You didn't tell him?"
"Oops!" was all Jean could say sheepishly. "It just happened. Sorry. It wasn't something we planned."
"Right! I'm supposed to buy that one. Two horny bitches, and it just happened."
"Denise and I just started meeting for lunch to talk and get to know each other outside the office. What we've discovered is we're so much alike, it's like we could be sisters."
"I could get into fucking sisters!" Hank said with a chuckle.
"Well good! Because that's what we want. Denise and I have grown close since that first evening together. I don't feel threatened by her."
