His Wife

by Bree Branigan

  Not that she’s ever been poor, exactly. She has never been a struggling actress, or a struggling anything, really. She was married at the age of seventeen, and for all of her adult life she’s been a housewife, tasked with looking after her first husband, who was an accountant. And while he provided a comfortable life financially, he was also an abusive alcoholic. But Lisa hadn’t even finished high school, and had no skills that she could get any kind of decent job with. She’d never been on her own, and believed she was helpless and worthless. For years she couldn’t bring herself to leave her husband. When he was sober he was charming, loving and full of promises Now that she was away from the situation she had trouble understanding why she stayed so long.

  One day, completely out of the blue, during a morning cup of coffee, and ‘The Talk’ on TV, she decided that she’d had enough. She packed a small suitcase, and left the house after leaving her husband a note. She moved across the country to Los Angeles, armed with just one credit card, settled into a tiny apartment and started her life again. She worked as an online administrator, making just enough to keep herself afloat, enrolled in high-school upgrading courses, and she settled quite nicely into LA life.

  Then she met Harvey Weinstein, at a gas station, and her life changed forever.

  Theirs was a whirlwind romance, the kind of stuff you read about in fairytales. Her old Nissan had broken down one crisp evening in the fall, and she’d limped along in it, managing to reach the gas station.

  It was unusual for Harvey to be filling his own car, but that evening he’d decided to escape the confines of chauffeurs and cabs. When she pulled in, her car huffing and puffing, he’d stood and watched a moment. A harried-looking blond woman jumped out after pulling into the corner of the lot. She looked so delicate and vulnerable, raising the hood of her old jalopy as smoke poured out. Walking over to her, he’d noticed, too, how her jeans hugged her shapely buttocks as she bent slightly over the front fender. Her breasts heaved a little as she held back the tears. A damsel in distress. And a very attractive one!

  Small and helpless as she looked, there was a strength to her; a determination that he admired. Later, in conversation he learned that she was completely on her own in LA, going to school while working at a low-paying job. Yet she insisted on dealing with and paying for her car herself. She was an enigma: feisty yet delicate, friendly but guarded, naïve with a kind of natural sophistication. He was intrigued; fascinated even. And the rest was history. It was ‘meant to be’ they believed. Six months later they were married.

  Now, Lisa decides to spend the afternoon at the spa getting a massage, facial, and her nails done. Then she goes to the organic food store and gets some things for a dinner for one. She doesn’t mind eating alone, knowing that whenever Harvey is in town, he spends every available minute with her…

  Chapter Two

  As Lisa pulls into her beachfront mansion, the beautiful home she shares with her husband and a bevy of staff, she takes a moment to breathe in her changed situation. There are moments during her day where she needs to just inhale, and then exhale the beauty that is her current life. Lisa is fully aware of the fact that she really is the luckiest woman alive!

  Walking into the house, she is greeted by the head housekeeper. “Hello, ma’am… How was your day?” Sophia asks, as she takes the bags from Lisa’s hands.

  “Sophia… It was good thank you. Mr. Weinstein is out of town for the night, so I’ll be eating alone. I’m just going to throw a salad together, so don’t worry about fixing dinner.” Lisa says, letting Sophia take the items to the kitchen while she makes her way to the bar to pour herself a glass of wine.

  She takes her wine onto the terrace, and enjoys the afternoon breeze lightly brushing her face. Looking down at the beach, and then over onto the horizon, she marvels at the colors that seem to dance where the ocean ends. The sky is turning a beautiful red, pink and blue. Everything seems to have come together to create the perfect afternoon and early evening. The only thing missing is her husband, of course. The phone rings, and she picks it up, sitting back on a lounge chair to talk.

  “So, tell me! Harvey! When do I get to meet him?” It’s her best friend, Heather. Since she lives on the other side of the country, she’s only heard from Lisa about this multibillionaire that she’s managed to bag .

  “You know you’re welcome anytime. You just need to let me know when. You’ll like him. He’s exciting and full of life; lots of fun but with depth, you know? We can talk for hours . . . I forget that he’s so rich …” Lisa has a definite look of nostalgia in her face, in her eyes, as she speaks to her friend on the phone.

  “Look, from what you’ve told me, it is hard to forget that he is a billionaire,” Heather says, remembering when Lisa told her about the Aston.

  “I have been going on about it haven’t I? I promise I’ll stop. It’s just so different you know, from…” Lisa says, stopping just short of mentioning her ex-husband’s name.

  “Well I’m just glad that you’re happy. And I’ll take you up on that visit very soon, as soon as I’ve got free time. Things are hectic with the promotion you know?” Heather says, reminding Lisa of something that had slipped her mind.

  “Oh yes, did I congratulate you? I did didn’t I! Oh god, did I?” Lisa asks quickly, not sure suddenly if she had congratulated her friend on making partner at her law firm. Ohmygod! I can’t believe how spoiled and self-absorbed I can be!

  “You did. Don’t worry about it!” Heather says.

  The two of them talk about everything. They talk about the intimate wedding that Lisa and Harvey had, again, with just four friends in attendance. They talk about Heather’s lack of a love life, but Lisa understands that with her current job, making any real connection is a little difficult. They talk about Harvey some more, and the fact that he doesn’t have any children. His first wife hadn’t wanted any, and he’d been so busy building his business that it just hadn’t happened.

  She has no children either, and she is sure that this makes her relationship with Harvey just that much easier.

  Lisa throws her salad together after ending her conversation with Heather. During the chat, she went through three glasses of wine, and has a fourth one in her hand now, throwing the various ingredients she bought today into a large bowl. She will eat what she wants, and seal the rest for her brunch tomorrow, she thinks. Lisa takes her salad upstairs with her to her bedroom, and eats in bed, knowing that Harvey will call in a little while to check on her.

  After his call, she finishes with her salad, and gets into the bath. She relaxes amid the bubbles, the wine playing a little havoc with her head. She has never been good at handling her alcohol, but with the many parties and events she has had to attend since she met Harvey, she has had to. So she practices often, drinking more wine that she ever would normally, and she is definitely getting better at it! Again, not a great sacrifice!

  Four glasses in relative quick succession, though, is really proving to be too much.

  The next morning, she wakes up with a bit of a headache, but nothing that can’t be sorted out by a few aspirin and a cup of coffee. The coffee is brought up to her bedroom, so she doesn’t need to move at all, not until her first meeting with the ladies from Malibu, to discuss that year’s golf day. The meeting is at 11:00, so she has time for a bit of a lie in. Sinking deep into her Egyptian cotton sheets, she starts to go through her day in her head, casually, creating points of reference for all the things that will keep her busy until her husband’s return that night.

  When she finally stirs from her bedroom, dressed in what really has become her signature Chanel, she stands at the top of the landing, and looks over her house; the way it opens itself to a double volume area down a beautiful set of stairs, and seems, as it rises towards the heavens, to split itself into a multilevel monstrosity. For its size though, it is so well furnished, so well decorated that it feels very intimate.

  She makes her way out of the two gates leading off her property, an
d out of the secured area that separates her part of Malibu from the rest of LA, and makes her way down to the country club.

  Chapter Three

  Lauren walks into the offices of Weinstein enterprises, self-assured, ready to assume her position as assistant to the PA to Mr. Weinstein himself. It is just before midday, but she isn’t late. This is when Joan, the PA, said she should come in, so that she could meet Mr. Weinstein on his return from his out of town meeting. Harvey is really not in the mood to meet the assistant, but it has always been his motto to make everyone feel welcome at his company.

  What he really wants is to be home, making love to his wife, but she mentioned something about a meeting for some fundraising event, so he can give up a few minutes to meet Lauren Prescott. He pours himself a cup of coffee in the staff-room, as Joan enters, followed by a young woman.

  “Mr. Weinstein, this is Lauren. She is going to help me keep you in line,” Joan says, smiling.

  “Hello sir, it’s an absolute pleasure,” Lauren says, her face brimming with a smile that lights up her whole face. My god he’s handsome! she thinks to herself, as she looks into his bright blue eyes, etched with just a few laugh-lines. She tries not to stare too long, but looking at his strong cheekbones and his chiseled jaw covered with just the slightest bit of dark stubble makes something stir deep inside her. When he holds out his hand she shakes it, feeling an instant spark.

  “Miss Prescott, hello. And welcome” His voice is deep and sexy, “I’m sure you’ll have no problem adjusting to the way things work around here…” Harvey says, trying very hard to control the frog that is suddenly lodged in his throat.

  He feels breathless. Jesus Christ, she’s stunning! She is a redhead, her hair the color of fire, flaming atop her perfect, heart-shaped face. Her complexion is smooth and milky, making Harvey just want to reach out and touch it. He doesn’t, though, stuffing both hands in his pockets. Her breasts just hint at their presence through her silk blouse, her ass perfectly rounded under her pencil skirt. Her thighs seem to beg to be let out from under her skirt, the parts of her legs that are visible screaming, too, to be touched. Whatever words are spoken between them are a jumble in Harvey’s mind.

  He clears his throat, and takes a deep breath. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Lauren. I wish you all the best. You’ll keep me posted on her adjustment, Joan?” Harvey asks, his eyes finding it difficult to peel themselves away from Lauren.

  “I will Mr. Weinstein,” Joan says, although it is obvious from her tone that she is more than just a little accustomed to calling him Harvey!

  Harvey goes into his office. He should be heading home to take a shower and prepare himself for his wife. He doesn’t think he will make it, though, so he decides to take a shower in his attached bathroom. The cold water from the shower will serve him very well today.

  Under the shower, with his office door locked, he looks down at his massive erection, surprised that he is as hard as he is. The cold water doesn’t seem to be doing its intended job. The only other woman that has ever managed to get him so hard is his new wife, and this really shocks him. He takes the hard-on between his thick fingers. He starts to pull on his meat slowly, thoughts of Lauren flooding his head now. He doesn’t even fight these thoughts, just lets them flow in and out of his head at will. And as they pass into his head, he notices that he gets harder still, thicker, longer even.

  He warms the water a little, because the chilling effect of it is really unnecessary right now. He pours some of the shower gel onto his hands, and runs it over his shaft. As the soap lathers, forming white bubbles on his cock, he squeezes a little harder, pulling himself closer to orgasm, but really wanting to delay the inevitable. He wants to prolong this sort of cheating on his wife as long as he possible can, not wanting to face the reality of what he is actually doing.

  Harvey cannot hold himself back though, not for too long. After just a couple of minutes of DIY penis-pulling, he is shooting all over the glass door to the shower. He shoots an impressive load, and as he jerks out of his climax, he is immediately riddled with guilt. He wants to know the treasure that lies nestled between Lauren’s thighs, and wonders at the fact that he is lusting after her so hard, so quickly, so soon after his marriage. This wondering sends him into a bit of a tailspin.

  And Harvey normally doesn’t go into tailspins. He is calm and measured. He makes billion dollar decisions daily, and he makes these decisions rationally. But the little red-haired addition to his staff seems to have made him come completely undone. And the speed with which this happened, throws him off-kilter somewhat. He needs to get home now so that he can distract himself with his wife. Although, the thoughts of Lauren seem to fuse effortlessly with thoughts of his wife; thoughts of Lisa giving way easily to thoughts of the younger Lauren.

  Lauren must be twenty years younger than he, maybe even twenty-five. Although his wife is ten years his junior, he has never thought of this asunusual. In fact, their age difference is unremarkable. With Lauren, he isn’t drawn to her for her youth, not that this isn’t somewhat of a factor. She is just incredibly alluring. These thoughts of sex carry him through the parking lot and all the way home. Once he arrives at his beachfront escape, he literally tries to shake from his head all thoughts of Lauren.

  Chapter Four

  Harvey arrives home just after four, looking remarkably refreshed for somebody who had just been in intense negotiations with an Asian conglomerate, even if it was just on the East Coast. He could just be relaxed from his recent masturbation, but he doesn’t think about that now, with Lisa meeting him at the front door.

  Lisa kisses her husband, and then walks him into the living room. He sets his briefcase and overnight bag down before walking out onto the terrace where there is a pitcher of cocktails waiting. She pours a drink for her husband and herself, and they recline on the luxurious deckchairs, taking in the longest, most languid sunset.

  Lauren keeps creeping into Harvey’s mind, but he doesn’t say anything about these thoughts to Lisa. He feels, though, that he has to mention her.

  “There’s a new girl in the office, an assistant to my personal assistant. Am I really that much work?” Harvey asks, in his most spirited tone. He sounds like he is deliberately injecting life into every single one of his words. He has always spoken with zeal, so Lisa doesn’t find this at all disturbing. It’s one of the things she loves about him.

  “You are a little bit of work,” Lisa chuckles, jokingly. She isn’t really joking though, knowing that her new husband really is a lot of work, both in the office and outside of it. He doesn’t mean to be. He is just very demanding.

  “Just a little?” Harvey asks, finishing his drink. He sets his glass on the wooden flooring underneath them. Then he pulls her to him, and kisses her deeply, passionately.

  “Okay, a lot! Did you have a good trip?” Lisa arching her neck away to look teasingly at him. Soon he is kissing her again. His kisses are more passionate, more determined. She has no intention of stopping him now, because his hand is so far up her thigh that she knows it won’t be long before he is doing exactly what he wants to be doing to her.

  It isn’t!

  Harvey holds his wife in his arms like it is the first time he’s ever held her, and as though it will be the last. He pulls her close to his body, and as he moves his hands over her, he finds the space between her legs that he really wants to be inside. He pulls her little thong aside with experienced fingers, and pushes himself into her swiftly.

  As he thrusts into her delicious warmth, he forgets about Lauren completely now. He enjoys Lisa so much that all other thoughts fail him, thankfully so, and he rides his beautiful wife until she, and then he comes to an explosive orgasm. They have two more orgasms before they both just lie there and take in each other and the night air. After a moment of whispering sweet nothings, stroking and giggling, they shower together,. soaping every crevice of each other’s bodies. When they make love in the shower you can hear the squelching sound throughout the
huge marble bathroom.

  *

  The next morning however, Harvey is once again thinking about Lauren. He is more than a little enthusiastic about getting to the office this morning. But he’s that kind of guy, and Lisa just puts it off to his planning on having a very good day. She kisses him goodbye just after 7:15, and when he leaves her in the kitchen, she pours herself a cup of coffee, says good morning to the help, and takes her cup of coffee and her cell phone out onto the terrace. The morning is mellow and warm with a clear blue sky. Puffy white clouds float lazily above. Lisa sits back, sighing contentedly.

  Harvey walks into his building, and yes, he owns the whole building. He cannot wait to see Lauren. He knows the effect that this will have on him, but still, he cannot resist. He needs to see her, just to be sure that yesterday wasn’t just a once off. He knows that it wasn’t, but still, he needs to be sure. Harvey needs to be sure of everything in his life, and this is one of the things that he thinks – no, that he knows - he needs to be very sure of. When he sees her near the coffee machine that is just outside his office, he stands back, and savors the moment.