Jean rolled over and slapped the alarm clock as it chirped her awake. She then looked at her husband, Ed, who was still snoring next to her, and wondered how she'd let her life get to this point. Her hand slid under the covers and between her legs. Her fingers began stroking her throbbing clit as she fantasized about the man she wanted to feel taking her body and using it for his pleasure. Her body shuddered as she came silently, imagining a cock plowing into her pussy instead of her fingers. She looked over at the lump of humanity lying next to her and snorted in disgust, then rolled out of bed to get ready for the day. It was Friday. It was only going to be a half day at the office. Everyone was quitting at noon to get ready for the corporate dinner that evening at the Radisson. Jean smiled to herself as she contemplated what she was going to wear. She had purchased a new dress just for the occasion. Something she knew her boss would approve of.
She'd met Ed in college, and as far too many college romances go, he'd swept her off her feet portraying himself as something he really wasn't. After marrying, Jean put her career as a paralegal on hold when the kids began popping out. Almost from the beginning Jean knew she'd made a mistake marrying Ed. The longer she stayed with him the worse he got. He was an abusive controlling egotistical pig who thought the entire world revolved around him and his opinion. He'd never been physically abusive with Jean. His abuse was more emotional and manipulative. The only reason she stayed in the marriage was for her kids. But the longer she stayed, the less she thought of herself.
Jean became a stay at home mom till her two kids, Mike and Sally, were old enough to leave and went off to college. After they were out of the house Jean dusted off her business suits and began job searching. It was a bit scary for her at first. Jean's self-confidence had been systematically torn down by her husband over the years. Now as she faced the scary task of reentering the workforce, she didn't know if she could do it. But with the help of some of her friends, and the encouragement of Mike, Jean stepped outside the safety of her house and began sending out resumes, and going on interviews.
Jean had auburn color hair with just a few strands of silver starting to show through at the age of 45. She had put on a couple pounds over the years, but she carried it well, and still turned the heads of many men. Her legs were still shapely, aching to be wrapped around a man as he rode her. Her breasts sagged slightly, but that was to be expected being a pair of DD's. Her son joked with her when he was in high school that his friends thought she was a MILF. The compliment always came when Mike knew she needed it. And it was always appreciated by Jean.
At the age of 40 Jean was hired by the law firm of Simon & Simon. It was a large law firm in Chicago that handled mostly corporate law. Jean's training from college came back to her as quickly as she fit into her new family at the office. Almost two years after they hired her, the firm hired a new lawyer that would change her life forever.
Hank had gone right from high school into the Army. He did three tours of duty in Iraq distinguishing himself for his bravery and leadership. It was on his third tour that his unit was ambushed and Hank was wounded. It wasn't bad enough to incapacitate him for the rest of his life. But it was bad enough to end his military career. After recovering from his wounds Hank took a couple years to decide what he wanted to do with his life. He eventually went to college to pursue a law degree, with Uncle Sam paying for most of that. He never married, not really having the time for a relationship. Two of the things he did maintain from his time in the Army was contact with his buddies he'd served with, and the physical conditioning the Army had drilled into him. He'd seen too many guys let themselves go after getting out, and he swore to himself he wasn't going to let that happen to him. At the age of 33 Hank was hired by the law firm of Simon & Simon. He quickly displayed the same tenacity and fighting spirit for the clients he was assigned as he did in Iraq. After being at the firm for only a year and a half he was assigned Jean as his personal assistant and paralegal.
Their friendship both professionally and personally grew slowly as would be expected of any two people who work together and spent more time together then they do with their families. Their friendship started out professionally and innocently enough, but soon a bantering and teasing developed between them. Each found the other attractive, and both were overly complimenting of the other. There were days neither could take their eyes off the other. The sexual tension between was so thick it could have been cut with a knife. They were discreet enough to keep their teasing and bantering between the two of them. But as is the case in most corporate settings, things like that are impossible to keep hidden indefinitely. Especially from the secretarial pool.
Jean stepped out of the elevator onto the floor of their corporate offices. She greeted several of her co-workers as she walked down the hallway towards Hank's and her offices. Walking in to her outer office she was greeted by Hank's smiling face as he sat at her desk reading over some affidavits from their current case. Jean's cunt twitched when she saw his smile. He knew how to charm her, and she knew it too, but didn't care. His kindness to her and concern for her as a woman and his friend was genuine. They'd been working together for almost two years now. They'd both done their best to keep their teasing and flirting to just that. But both knew their unspoken truce was about to come to an end. There was a ten year gap between them in age. But neither of them cared.
"Good morning Jean!" Hank said with a big smile. "You look nice this morning!"
Jean drank in the compliment like a woman dying of thirst. And what made Hank's compliments of her even more intoxicating to her was she knew they were genuine. Hank was not a man to throw out meaningless compliments to get what he wanted. The more she worked with this man, the more she saw he was everything her husband wasn't. Hank was all man. When he walked into a room, his presence seemed to fill it. Everyone took notice of him. His was not an arrogant cockiness that most men in his position display. It was confidence borne from life's experiences and a knowledge of who he was and what he was capable of doing.
"Good morning Hank!" Jean smiled back. Her cunt twitched again as she watched him eye her body from head to toe. "Thank you!"
"Is that what your wearing to the dinner this evening?" he asked as his eyes settled on her chest that was trying to bust through her blouse.
Jean blushed as Hank undressed her with his eyes. Even after all this time of their bantering and flirting, Hank still could make her blush with the way he looked at her sometimes. "Oh no! I bought a new dress just for this evening!" Hank's eyes lit up. "Actually. . " Jean hesitated not sure she should say what she was about to. "I bought it just for you!"
Hank sat back in his chair as the grin on his face widened. She had bought a dress to impress him. He knew it was time to take their relationship to the next level. "Is that prick you call your husband going to be there?" Jean had filled him in on their marital history over the months they had worked together. Hank had never met him. But he knew the only thing they would ever have in common was Jean.
