His Wife

by Bree Branigan

  “Harvey, your itinerary for the day…” Joan says, handing Harvey the piece of paper in her hands.

  “Thank you. Is Lauren settling in okay?” he asks, his eyes still on Lauren. Joan notices this. She smiles to herself, and then she draws his attention back by clearing her throat and squinting slightly.

  “She’s settling just fine,” Joan says, waiting for him to close the door behind himself. He leaves his blinds open, and Joan knows that this is just so that he can watch Lauren for a while longer. Lauren seems to be totally oblivious to this attention, and this frustrates Harvey. This frustration sends blood rushing to his cock now, and he is quickly hard again. Beneath the cover of his desk he strokes his erection over his pants, and while he does this, he gets on with his most urgent emails.

  Several times during the day, he wants to call Lauren into his office. But he can think of no concrete reason to do so. Lauren is beautiful, but from her resume, it is obvious that she is not stupid. She would see right through him, and he knows that he needs to play it well, or run the risk of having a suit for sexual harassment on his table before the close of business that very day.

  It is hard though, on more than just one level!

  Chapter Five

  The next day Harvey decides to work from home, and to really think about what he is intending to do with Lauren. He knows a few things for sure, one of them is that he is definitely going to sleep with her. He doesn’t know how, just yet, but he knows that he needs to make it happen. He has a plan, and this plan would need Lisa to be out of the house. Fortunately for him, Lisa has a full day today. She is having lunch with a friend and shopping. She has a hair appointment at 4:00, so he knows she will not be home all day. This is the first step in a plan that is really going his way.

  “See you tonight,” he says to Lisa as she leaves the house. He turns back to his computer, already on his phone, putting the next part of his plan in motion.

  “Good morning sunshine,” Joan says to him, when she answers, referring to him in a casual tone, the way only she does.

  “Joan, can you have Lauren bring me the ACI file. It’s on my desk I think. If not, it’s in the filing cabinet. I just want to go through it!” Harvey says, trying to sound as businesslike as possible.

  “So you’re really not coming in?” she asks, knowing the answer to the question already.

  “No, it’s been a hectic two weeks, and I just want to be in the comfort of my own home for the day. Is that okay with you, Joan?” he asks, knowing somehow that she knows his intention.

  “Then why would you fill your rest day with work? Surely ACI can wait until you’re in the office tomorrow?” she asks, keen to hear how he is going to insist that she sends Lauren over.

  “Just send Lauren with the file,” he says, pulling rank. Of course he can pull rank, he is the boss after all!

  “Will do, boss,” she says, and she hangs up. Harvey goes and jumps into the shower, preparing for his prey to come into view. He knows that he must not pounce though. He will have to be very careful with her, and lure her into his lair so that she actually wants him to take her.

  An hour later, she arrives on his doorstep. Harvey is dressed in swim trunks and a robe. His hair is wet, having just taken a round in the pool. He gives her his most disarming smile, and his eyes peruse the length of her body.

  “Mr. Weinstein, the files you wanted,” she says, her hair hanging in her face carelessly thanks to the ocean breeze circling the mansion. She hands him the files, and his hand grazes hers, causing an electric shock to shoot up her spine.

  “Come in Lauren, thanks for these!” Harvey says, walking down towards the terrace, hearing Lauren’s heels move behind him. He moves nonchalantly; like he owns the world. He practically does!

  He has champagne set up, with just one glass. He doesn’t want to come across as too obvious. He pours himself a glass, and as he takes a sip, he looks back at her, the wind playing beautifully with her hair. She tries in vain to gather her hair in her hands, but this is a pointless exercise, so soon enough she just leaves her hair to do what it will. It is a beautiful sight!

  “Will that be all, sir?” Lauren asks.

  “Can I get Sophia to bring you a coffee? I’d like you to take some notes for me before I forget what I’m thinking…” Harvey says. “Or I could just get another glass, and pour you some champagne,” he continues, letting her know that this isn’t going to be a formal meeting.

  “It’s only ten o’clock sir. Maybe I shouldn’t,” she says, even though she sounds like she is really not sure.

  “I am the boss, Lauren. If I’m offering you a glass of champagne at ten in the morning, then it’s okay. This isn’t a test, trust me!” Harvey says, going inside to the cabinet and getting a second glass. He pours her the glass of champagne that she hasn’t accepted just yet, and holds it out to her.

  She takes the glass and sips it slowly. She looks around for anything that even vaguely suggests that she is expected to do any work. But there is nothing, so she takes another sip of her champagne, and simply waits for another instruction from Harvey. She finds him intimidating, and has not thought of him in a sexual way, exactly. But his flapping robe, the muscular legs exposed beneath it, his obviously well sculpted torso, and the cocky way he holds himself, make it difficult for her to think of Harvey in any way other than sexual!

  She has worked for rich men before, and she knows that they always get what they want. She has never surrendered herself to these men, however. But now she thinks she just might. Harvey is charming, gorgeous, and has a kind of exciting energy that turns her on.

  He lets the robe fall away from his body, and then he takes it off completely. The breeze takes a hold of him, and makes his nipples hard. Actually, the breeze has nothing to do with his hardening nipples, and his hardening cock. It won’t be long now before he cannot hide his erection, and he knows that he needs to get her over to what he is thinking quickly, or else the embarrassment of standing in front of her with an erection might be too much for him to take.

  He stands close, his bright eyes look intensely into hers. His voice has become gruff. “Lauren, I find you so very attractive. The truth be told, I orchestrated this day off for just this moment, to get you alone, to get you here. I’m not even sure what is going to happen here, and this uncertainty really bothers me. I don’t like uncertainty, and I like the fact that you are working for me right now. So I really don’t want to do anything that will jeopardize that. But, to be honest with you, I really want to sleep with you!” It just blurts out, and now the ball is in her court.

  Chapter Six

  Lauren holds her glass out for a refill, and Harvey knows that he has made some progress.

  “Do you want to jump in the pool?” Harvey asks her, knowing that she has no bathing suit, and yet still he asks her. She looks like she has confidence in her body, enough confidence that she will jump into the pool naked. But still, he isn’t sure if he has overstepped the mark!

  “Are you sure that this won’t have any effect on my job?” Lauren asks, just needing to be sure.

  “None, I promise!” Harvey says, and Lauren starts to undress. She strips down completely, tossing her clothes onto a lawn-chair, and jumps into the pool, the coolness of the water covering her body with such a tenderness that she lets herself just feel refreshed and free. She swims from one end of the pool to the other, lost in an invigorating world of pleasure. Her mind is racing. I want this man! But he’s married. He’s my boss! Will this jeopardize my career? And what if his wife finds out? What will happen then?

  When she resurfaces, Harvey is standing by the side of the pool looking at her, looking like he has something that he wants to say but just doesn’t know how. Lauren finds it cute that she has this powerful man more than a little frazzled.

  “Towel please,” she says, as soon as she surfaces from the water. She cannot take her eyes off the huge red bulge in his swim trunks now, watching it closely as he moves to the towel.


  He holds the towel above her head, keeping it just out of reach, and Lauren doesn’t reach for it. She just looks at it, moving her eyes from his cock to his hand holding the towel. She isn’t sure what to do about this, and so she just goes under the water again for a moment. When she resurfaces, Harvey is holding the towel closer, and she can reach it. Lauren slips out of the water and wraps the towel around herself, aware of the deep, dark lust in his eyes.

  Harvey pulls on the towel suddenly, and Lauren is surprised. She can’t say that it is altogether unexpected though, because the sexual tension has quickly been building between them since yesterday, and now it has come to a definite loggerhead. She has to admit to herself that she has really been thinking about Harvey since she met him yesterday. She is thinking, too, about the massive salami nestled in Harvey’s trunks, and she knows that she really wants to see it. Her mind is racing, and there is nothing that she can do to turn herself away from what she knows is going to happen.

  “This will be our little secret,” Harvey says, and he pulls Lauren into him, kissing her neck.

  She melts into his kisses, and her eyes dart across the terrace, to the door. She is remembering that the house is filled with staff, and looking around at the entrances, and at the windows, she is checking to see if any of them are watching. She notices some of them moving around inside, but none of them seem to be paying attention to what is going on outside. Lauren wonders how many other such incidents there have been in this house. But she cannot think too long about this.

  She pulls away from him and makes her way into the pool house, just to avoid the eyes that she knows will be watching. There is no way that they won’t be curious about what is playing out by the pool now. She doesn’t know the layout of the pool house, but she finds the front door easily, and is soon standing in the living room. It is a lush space, and it is private.

  She can hear Harvey behind her, and she goes to the sofa. The towel that was just wrapped around her is still in his hands.

  “Our little secret huh?” Lauren asks.

  “That’s right,” Harvey says, and he pulls her toward him, kissing her again. She looks at his swimsuit between kisses, past where his robe was just a moment ago, and she sees that very little is now left to the imagination. As he pushes her down to her knees, suggesting with a great obviousness what he now wants, she pulls on his trunks, and reveals what is the biggest cock she has seen on a man. She doubts her ability to take it, but she knows that she is definitely going to try.

  She just manages to get his swim trunks below his cock. His balls are huge too, and she really wants to suck on them. She pulls herself away from his hands so that her shoulders are now free, slipping his trunks all the way off now. She takes his cock in both her hands, and takes his head into her mouth. She starts to suck on it, slowly, with all the enthusiasm she can muster. Then she gets a few inches of him into her mouth, and sucks on the little bit of his shaft she can manage.

  He lifts her off her knees now, seeming to be unable to hold himself back much longer. He really loves the feeling of her mouth on him, but he wants to be inside her more than anything else right now. Harvey pushes her down on the sofa now, and gets on top of her. She tries to feel for moisture between her legs, but she is too nervous to feel anything. He parts her legs with his frame, and tries to find her entrance with his thickness.

  Finding it, he starts to nudge into her. He struggles to get into her, but as determined as she is, he tries again. He slips his head into her at last, and pauses. She tenses slightly, but then takes a deep breath and tries to relax. She can’t, and even though he is making real inroads into her now, she is really struggling. Still Harvey pushes on, and settles half of his cock inside her before pausing again. He looks down at her, and she has her eyes on him. He mouths ‘our secret’ and then sends himself the rest of the way into her.

  He starts to thrust slowly, and then really drives himself into her with an energy that he has not felt in a long time. There is just something about fucking a younger woman that makes a man want to do things, things that he would otherwise not think himself capable of. When he feels her legs begin to tremble he pulls out. She looks up at him with dazed eyes, and moans, “Oh, please…” Gently, now, he pulls her hair from her face, and looks into her eyes deeply. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers. He pulls at her earlobe with his teeth, and whispers in her ear. “I want to fuck you all day long.” He kisses her neck, her breasts, stopping to nibble on her nipples. His hands caress her body, cherishing every nook and crevice. Soft lips kiss her ribs, her stomach and she feels his warm breath on her vagina. She is writhing now, begging. “Fuck me, baby,” she moans. He moves to her thighs, and places feather kisses on them. She can feel the stubble on his face scratching lightly. Then his tongue reaches the hood of her slit, and he is tickling her clit; sending unbearable vibrations throughout her body. She grabs the fabric on the couch, thrusting her body into him. His expert tongue flicks and licks until her body bucks convulsively, and she screams her orgasm.

  Raising himself back into her he makes love to her slowly at first, then harder, through two orgasms before he has his first. Then he just lies there on top of her, bracing his weight with his arms, and breathes into her neck. When he finally pulls himself from her, she is a little embarrassed. Harvey is also a little embarrassed, but they both know that there is no way in hell that they will say anything about what just happened to anybody!

  Chapter Seven

  “Did you have a good day at home?” Lisa asks, reaching up to kiss him, when she returns from her day. It is just after 6:00 PM.

  “It was uneventful, just the way I like it,” Harvey lies, looking his wife directly in her eyes.

  Harvey never thought of himself a good liar. He never thought of himself as any sort of liar, not having had to lie until just now. He tries, of course, to convince himself that omission of information isn’t the same thing as a lie, but he knows better.

  “I hope the staff weren’t too much of a nag,” Lisa asks, almost as though she knows that they weren’t.

  “No, so you don’t have any heads to crack. I hardly saw any of them actually. They really seem to have mastered the art of fading into the background and just getting things done. I like that!” Harvey says, rather dismissively. Then Harvey watches Lisa get a late dinner ready for them. She has insisted on being the one to cook for her husband when he’s in town.

  During dinner, Harvey is remarkably calm. He doesn’t skip a beat, and he is his usually charming self. He thinks of Lauren a lot as he eats, though, and he wonders if she is thinking of him. Lisa distracts him from his thoughts often, with updates on the which he appreciates.

  All evening Harvey is preoccupied, but Lisa doesn’t seem to notice. She chatters happily about the lunch and the visit she had with her friend, their shopping and the gossip her hair stylist had to offer. Harvey pretends to listen for a while, then begs off to get some work done, and Lisa retires to the family room to read.

  Harvey needs to process what happened with Lauren earlier, and he needs to prepare himself for seeing her in the office tomorrow. He is also playing with the idea of getting Lauren and Lisa together, and he starts to think about how he is going to approach the subject with his new wife.

  He goes into the pool house, and just lingers there. The air still smells of Lauren, still smells of him. It is a beautifully alluring smell, and he tries to place Lisa’s scent in the space as well. It is difficult, even though he has just smelled her seated next to him at their dining room table. What Harvey knows for sure is that he must get them together in the same space, in order for him to fulfill a fantasy that he has entertained, albeit secretly, since meeting Lauren. He starts to play with possible scenarios as to how this might play out.

  He imagines himself introducing Lauren to Lisa, them hitting it off, and offering him what he so desperately wants to ask them. He hopes that Lisa has also been harboring a lesbian fantasy, involving a redhead, but somehow he d
oubts this. Lisa has been such a straight-talking woman, a woman of simple needs, simple tastes, and limited sexual experiences. After all, she’s been married most of her adult life! Still, he can dream. He can hope, and what he hopes now in his head is that his wife is a secret, part-time lesbian.

  Another scenario, even less likely than the first, is that Lisa will be as attracted to Lauren upon meeting her as he was, and that she will initiate the whole thing. He hopes that she will speak to Lauren privately, and then come to him with the suggestion. He will act surprised, of course, but then he will let her believe that he is entertaining the possibility. He will play it so that it looks like she is getting from him the ultimate gift, even though it is in fact he who is receiving it. Harvey knows that this is the least likely of scenarios!

  He plays with a few more possible scenarios, some more likely than others, and he eventually settles on the fact that he will need to actually ask her, outright. He thinks of possible responses from her, and none of them are pleasant. But he knows he is going to ask her anyway.

  Harvey slips into bed about an hour after Lisa has retired, and he finds her fast asleep. As he looks at her, he imagines how she will respond to what he is definite, now, about asking her. Never has he questioned himself so, despite his certainty about the fact that he is going to table the request. Lisa has always been pretty open-minded to what he has asked her to do for him, coming up with some sexy suggestions of her own.