Hannah's Workday

On her walk to her bedroom she feels so ashamed. Ashamed of what she did with Tyrell yesterday, ashamed of messaging him last night and playing with her pussy at the same time. Ashamed that she told herself she needs to calm down and take care of her marriage yet within a few hours she fingered herself to the thought of the impossibly handsome black gym coach til she fell to her knees. Standing naked in front of her dresser she told herself again "I can't do this. I have a life. A family... With Jerry.. Tyrell's just.. He's bad.. For us.. For me.. I can't.." Trying to resolve herself as she goes to dress herself. Looking through her underwear drawer that has gone through a major makeover. Gone are the fullcheek panties she's worn for her whole life, replaced by tiny strings and patches of sheer, sexy fabric. Picking one up and stepping through it, she pulls it up her thick thighs and gives her hips a quick wiggle, setting it in place. Looking down at herself as she finishes putting it on, no more bush poking out around the edges. No more hint of her dark brunette hair visible through the front of her panties as they sit and grapple onto her puffy, pink folds. Her fingers slowly slipping out from under the strings of her thong as they snap to her soft hips, slightly making her skin concave around the strings with that perfect amount of softness. Hannah snaps out of her daze with the sound, not believing how beautiful she looks and how sexy she feels. She opens her closet and runs her hand along a couple dresses suited for work. She was about to grab one when a soft yellow dress jumps out from the corner of her vision. Moving the other muted dresses out of the way she pulls the dress out holding it in front of her. She didn't really wear it before because it grabbed a little too much attention than she's usually liked between the color and how it sat on her curves. She was always tugging at it as it softly clung to her tiny waist, full breasts and wide hips framing her gloriously round ass cheeks. Pulling the dress onto herself after staring at it for a couple moments she walked over to the mirror. Twisting her body in front of it, smoothing out the thin fabric and loving the way she looked in it. Putting on her little cross necklace that rested right over her cleavage and a couple earrings after doing her makeup. Strapping into a pair of kitten heels lastly before hoping into her car to work.

She looked like a complete juxtaposition, well put together beautiful white woman driving her car through traffic, windows open and gangster rap bumping as the wind blows in, making a delicate chestnut locke of her hair just flow in the wind. She pulls into her usual spot at work as her bestie at work is just walking past. Her face giving a little funny look as she sees Hannah listening to such loud, crude gangster rap.

"Hey girl." She says to Hannah as Hannah steps out of her car her thought about the music getting cut off as she sees that soft yellow dress on her friend. "Oh my God! Han! That dress! You look gorgeous." Hannah walks up with a smile and giving her a couple cheek to cheek kisses. The kisses being a completely out of the ordinary for a greeting between the two leaving her friend a little stunned for a moment before returning the exaggerated lip smacking.

"Hey Ashlynn!" Hannah responds cheerily. The two making small talk about work as they walk towards their office together.

As they get into the office the secretary looks at Hannah with a little smile "Your husband has been looking all over for you this morning."

"What?" Hannah quickly replies a little confused.

"Your work husband, silly. Chet." The secretary replies with a little giggle.

"Oh.. Chet.. Right. Okay." Hannah says back, her emotion calming down over the course of the small sentence. Over the last 5 or so years she and her colleague named Chet have become somewhat close. He's a pretty handsome guy, 5'10 and somewhat fit. He kind of walks around the office like his shit doesn't stink and he's always tried to lay the charm on Hannah. She naturally defuses his attempts but he always takes her to lunch and he makes her laugh a little. The joke around the office is that they are the work wife work husband couple which traditionally made Hannah laugh a little, because he is a fairly attractive guy.

"Hey Ashlynn, I'll see you later okay. I have a couple things I have to get done early today." Hannah puts her hand on Ashlyn's arm and gives it a little caress. Again like the greeting a little out of the ordinary from their dynamic but perfectly fine and Ashlynn gives her an okay and a little wave as Hannah struts down the corridor, her dress sitting ontop every curve as her hips sway.

The sounds of mouse clicks and keystrokes sporadically filling her cozy office with a big window letting in light. Her luscious brunette hair having a healthy sheen in the sunlight as Chet pokes his head in the office. "Hey babes. Wow.. That dress is.." His usual cocky tone that the office has grown accustomed to, coating his sentence.

"Oh. Hey. Yeah, thanks Chet." Hannah replies a little dryly as she nibbles on her pen staring right back at her computer screen. Usually she'd probably give his comment a little more than that and blush at the attention from who she always thought of as an attractive guy, but his comments after the past couple days, especially her afternoon with Tyrell, mean surprisingly little to her now.

Picking up on it and after a second straightening his tie and walking into her office, resetting his confidence and going back to flirting. "So what's my wifey doing besides looking so darn good." He says, smiling at her waiting for her reply.

Hannah's eyes flicking to him unimpressed for half a second before going back to her computer screen. Typing something in and hitting enter, analyzing the effects. "Work. Chet. Something you *might* be familiar with." She says a little cooly but could be construed as banter.

"Oh yeah. That stuff. It's alright. I'll probably dump some of it on those new interns we got today. I'd much rather take my wife out for lunch today." Chet says, just not quitting.

"I'm busy today. Can't do lunch." Her eyes barely budging from her screen. "We have new interns?"

"Oh come onnn! That little French cafe down the street? And yeah 4 newbies. Lana is showing them around this morning."

"Chet I said I'm busy. I can't do lunch with you." Hannah replies as she starts printing something out. Chet finally taking no for an answer getting to his feet trying to act unaffected, straightening his suit.

"Alright, but I'm going to check with you again later on." Chet says, looking at the drop dead gorgeous woman that he's been trying to cozy up to for the last 5 straight years.

"Kay." Hannah says still focused on her screen. Leaving it at that, Chet stands there for a moment before realizing he has to move. He's never been brushed off like that before. He didn't really know how to handle it.

A couple hours later Hannah is sitting back in her seat. She's finished her work and what she did with Tyrell is starting to eat at her again. He mind a roller coaster thinking about how terrible she is for cheating on Jerry but the pure man that Tyrell is just melting her days after the fact and miles away. Just at this moment Ashlyn pokes her head into her office to see a distraught Hannah sitting at her desk. "Hey, Han- Oh, Hannah is everything okay?"

Putting her hand on her forehead and rubbing it as she snaps out of it. "No. Yeah. No I'm not." She responds.

Ashlyn takes the chair and pulls it next to Hannah behind her desk. Cozying up to her with her arm around Hannah trying to comfort her. Hannah leaning back into her. "Han, what's wrong?" She says softly.

"Ugh. Ashlyn I know you and Brad have been awesome friends with me and Jerry.."

"Oh my gosh. Did something happen? Did you guys get into a fight?"

"N-no we didn't fight.." a long pregnant pause "But something happened.."

In a quiet gasp "Hannah!"

"I messed up, Ash. I really messed up."

"With Chet, too! I mean I know he's cute, but Hannah! Come on!"

Hannah's face scrunches up at the thought of Chet. "Chet? Gosh. No. Ash. No. Ew."

"Then who?"

Hannah let's out a sigh and moves her hand to her mouse. She had his Instagram tabbed out behind her work that she just couldn't keep away from. Opening it up to show a catalogue of pictures of the tall, impossibly handsome black man.

"Oh my gosh.." Ashlyn said. Her eyes on the screen as she leans forward ever so slowly towards it like a moth to a flame. "Oh.. Hannah.."

Hannah leaning back in her seat, her head tilted towards the ceiling with her face in her hands. A muffled "I know.." coming out before she leans in next to Ashlynn as they stare at his Instagram. Hannah takes the mouse from under Ashlynn's nose and lips parted just so. Clicking on one of her favorite photos of him. He's leaning back in a poolside lounge chair, his deep, dark skin glistening in the sun as he sits in just a snug pair of swim trunks. That dark chocolate skin stretched over his muscles bulging around his arms, his chest, his abs absolutely carved up sitting right on top of a hefty bulge in those snug trunks he's wearing. Both married, pretty white women sitting in this quiet office with their heads held up by their hands and their elbows propped up in the desk, their eyes glued to the screen.

"Hannah.." Ashlynn says in almost a whisper.

"Yeah.." Hannah dreamily sighs back.

"Who is he..?"

"He's the basketball coach at Alex's school."

"Alex plays basketball?"

Hannah softly stifles a laugh "No, he'd cheerlead before he'd play basketball."

Ashlynn stifles her own giggle, her head still in her hands as she gazes at the chocolate hunk on the screen. "So then..?"

"Chloe's friend Emily is like one of my own and she had this cheerleading thing at the school'd basketball game so we decided to go and cheer for her.. And.. Yeah.. me and him just kinda hit it off.. Like.. A lot."

"So.. You're..." Ashlynn lowers her voice to a whisper "Fucking him..?"

"N-no.. We haven't.. I just.. Sucked his dick.." Hannah said embarrassed, blushing as she softly chews the inside of her perfectly shaped, plump, pink lips.

The action not missed by Ashlynn as she looks at Hannah shocked. Whispering a shocked "Hannah! I thought you said you didn't do that!"

Hannah putting her face in her hands for a moment blushing "I don't.. I. I didn't.. It all just got crazy. We all went to his house and it just.. It went.."

"Wait whose 'we all'?"

Hannah's face still buried in her hands. "Oh my God.. This is so bad. M-me and the cheerleading coach at the school, Kayla."

"Oh my gosh, Hannah, she was there when you-" Ashlynn looks around in the office, checking out the door for a second, "sucked his dick?!"

"She.. Was with me.. We.. Both.. Kinda.. Sucked it together.."

Ashlynn looks at Hannah with a mouth agape and wide eyes.

"Kayla and I.. Have been kinda hooking up a little, too.." Hannah slumps back in her chair looking up before looking back at Ashlynn. "I think I like girls a little, too.." The two beautiful white women staring at each other, a brief moment, pregnant with tension passing. Ashlynn can't help but notice Hannah's plush, seductive lips and dreamy blue eyes. Ashlynn herself having a nice set of lips and pretty blue eyes that Hannah notices, and even if for the briefest moment the corner of Hannah's lips curling into a smile.

Ashlynn looks back at the computer monitor, Tyrells glistening, huge muscle bound frame still taking of the whole screen. "Hannah this is crazy. What- What about Jerry?"

"I really don't know. I'm so confused. I'm trying but I just can't shake this feeling. Tyrell.. He makes me feel like a little school girl again and at the same time he makes me feel like such a.. A woman when I'm around him in ways Jerry's never really done to me." Hannah sighed.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I-" Hannah suddenly gets cut off by her office phone ringing. Hannah sighs as she reaches out towards the phone picking it up "Hello, Hannah Smalls."

"Oh sure. Sure. Yes. I can have that ready in a couple moments. Okay, see you in a sec." Looking over at Ashlynn. And grabbing her hand with a soft squeeze "Hey I have to get this stuff ready for Veronica really quick. I'm so sorry for dumping all this stuff on you. It wasn't fair."

"It's okay Hannah. It. I'm not going to lie it is a lot but you're my friend. I'll be here for you." Giving Hannah a sweet smile that is immediately returned and following by a quick hug while they are still sitting down, their cheeks brushing against each other's. Ashlynn straightening out her outfit as she stands and walks out taking one last look at Hannah who is turned back towards and leaning into her computer. As Ashlynn walks away she can't help but have that picture of Tyrell in her head.