Alpha's Pack: ALPHA MALE SWINGER'S ROMANCE

by Bree Branigan

  The three lay there, utterly exhausted and satisfied, with the two men looking lovingly at Sally. Gradually they all fell asleep, Sally sandwiched between them.

  *

  Sally awoke to the sound of her phone ringing. She opened her eyes and saw the two naked men still lying beside her. She reached for the phone on her night stand and fell back in between them as she answered the call.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, Sally. It's me, Dan Maxwell.”

  “Oh hi, sir. How are you?”

  “I'm fine,” he replied. “I was wondering if you'd given any thought to returning to the U.K. The team has gotten a good handle on things so you're free to return home.” Mr. Maxwell was silent, awaiting a reply.

  Sally looked at Desmond, who had just awakened. She used her free hand to stroke his already erect penis. They both smiled.

  “I'm sorry, Mr. Maxwell, but I like it here; I've met... some really great people.” She began stroking Desmond harder and faster.

  “Well, what does that mean for your return to the U.K.?”

  “Sir, I'm very much... tempted.” Now that Mike had awakened as well, she looked at the two large dicks waiting for her. “But I think I'll stay.”

  “Well, I am very sorry to hear that, Sally. I wish you all the best in your endeavors.”

  “You too, Mr. Maxwell. Goodbye.”

  Sally looked at Desmond and Mike, and gripped both of their cocks, “You know, I'm thinking of calling in sick today. Will you two... stay and take care of me?”

  The two men grinned. Today was promising to be quite an exotic adventure.

  THE END

  Hard Call

  Chapter One

  Nuzzling her neck, Harvey pulls Lisa close for another moment. She is his new wife, and he makes a point of enjoying her as often as his billionaire business and lifestyle allow. This isn’t very often, but she doesn’t mind. She’ll take what she can get!

  “That was fun,” Harvey says, winking at her. He kisses Lisa as he pulls himself free of her and does up his pants. He has never had sex in his office before, and finds the slightly risqué nature of it exciting. Lisa has a way of bringing out the lion in Harvey, something he likes very much.

  “It was,” she says, pulling her dress down. “You have a good trip. I’ll see you tomorrow,” and she straightens her husband’s tie.

  “Yeah, now get out of here. You’re a tremendous distraction for me, and I’m going to need to have my wits about me for this meeting!” Harvey says, and then he readjusts his tie. Lisa loves this man more than she has ever loved anyone in her life, and if making love to him in his office, a quicky between business trips, is what she needs to do to keep him happy, then that is exactly what she will do. Not that it’s a sacrifice!

  “You’ve got the night to recover, and besides, you’re the boss, remember?” she says, kissing him again before he really has to leave. His helicopter is waiting for him on the roof, ready to take him to the airport.

  After she is left alone in his office, she checks her makeup in the bathroom attached to the office, makes final adjustments to her outfit so as not to give away what she was just doing, and makes her way past his PA and the many receptionists who look at her as though they all know what she did last summer!

  She gets to the parking lot, and jumps into her Aston Martin, one of many gifts from Harvey, and pulls into the LA afternoon, the top down, and the wind blowing her hair in untidy waves across her face so that she needs to slow down. It is a beautiful feeling, the wind in her face, this fantastic, loving relationship, along with the freedom of knowing that, at last, she has married well, and money will never be a problem for her again.

  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 .
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  “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, and 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 do
esn’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.