Hannah and her husbands
by Sonofjack


Hannah is standing in her dimly lit personal gym. One hand is on her shapely hip; the other is
casually doing curls with a massive dumbbell. She is looking down at the three men who are on
their knees in front of her on the padded floor. Her facial expression is a mixture of amusement
and contempt.

"We need to get one thing straight. Who's in charge around here?"

The three men tripped over themselves to assure Hannah that SHE was in charge\u2014always
and forever,\u2014and they knew it. The men were a little confused because none of them were
aware of anything they had said or done to suggest otherwise. In their minds, any question
regarding Hannah's absolute authority was long settled. Hannah explained.

She turned to the first man, "Gary, why was there marmalade on my toast this morning when you
know I like my toast lightly buttered?"

"I... I thought you might en-enjoy the surprise," he stuttered.

"Well... yes, actually it WAS a nice surprise," Hannah admitted, "But next time consult me first!"

Gary wanted to point out that if he'd consulted her first that it wouldn't be a surprise. However, he
had known Hannah the longest and knew this was not a good idea.

Hannah turned to the next kneeling man, "Brick, take this dumbbell from me," she demanded. She
held out the huge weight she had been so easily curling with her fully extended arm.

"But, Hannah, you know I can't lift that much weight."

"Use both hands," she countered.

"I can't lift that much even with both hands," he admitted.

"As big and muscular as you are, and as much time as you spend working out? You can't lift a
dumbbell with both of your masculine arms that I use for light warm-up?" Brick hung his head in
shame. "You're pathetic and weak, Brick!"

"I know," Brick admitted. Hannah turned to the third man, "And as for you, Johnny
"

"Yes?" he asked with a guarded smile. Johnny wondered what imaginary grievance Hannah was
going to charge him with. He didn't have any chores like Gary, and he wasn't expected to be
strong like Brick.

Hannah thought about it and finally said, "I just like the view of you on your knees looking up at me,"
she concluded.

His smile widened. He liked the view of Hannah from there as well.

Hannah could see the fear in Gary's and Brick's eyes. This pleased her. It pleased her even more
that she could instil absolute terror\u2014unspeakable, unbelievable yet not unreasonable terror\u2014in
their hearts simply by shaking one of her small fists at them, slightly changing the inflection of her
voice or simply raising an eyebrow. Even Johnny, with all his false bravado, would collapse into a
mass of jello if she turned up the heat.

She decided to play. "You boys are afraid of me, aren't you?" she asked with a saucy smile. He
always referred to the three men collectively as "boys".

Gary replied, "I think that it is very fair to say that we are all quite afraid of you. However, we are all
very much in love with you as well. I\u2026 I hope you know that. In fact, we worship you!" He felt that
as the one who had known Hannah the longest that he should speak up first.

Gary was 5'10" and weighed around 154 pounds. He had a pleasant but bland face. His body
was slim and weak looking. He had brown eyes and light brown hair. If you saw Gary walking
down the street, you might not even notice him. Of the three men kneeling before Hannah he was
the one furthest out of her league. They were ALL out of her league, but Gary didn't look like he
was even in the same sport.

"I know you worship me." Hannah glanced over at the big mirror that took up one of the walls. She
admired her curvy, feminine shape. If possible, her amazing, sexy body looked even better in the
white, lacey bra and thong panties she was wearing. She looked down at her three admirers and
concluded, "Of course you do. What choice do you have?"




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