The Alpha Chronicles ch.1
My name is Anthony. I've been married to my wife Leagh for three years. We are in our early thirties and life is going well. Both of us have successful careers, we are paying off our dream home and are in good health, fit and looking sexy.
I am over six ft. tall with a medium build. Strong, athletic and people would describe me as good looking. I'm not overly muscular, but have broad shoulders and a narrowed waste. My cock is about seven inches long and quite thick. It's not a monster, but Leagh has certainly had no complaints and cums a lot when we fuck.
Leagh is just over five and a half ft. tall. She has an hourglass figure to die for with hips and an ass that are perfect to hold when I fuck her from behind. She has a gorgeous face and the most amazing eyes I've ever seen. Her tits are big. D cup. Her pink nipples are like bullets when she is horny with very large areola. In short, she's a stunner.
I have never had any reason to question her loyalty to me and am very confident that she'd never cheat. She gets lots of attention from some good looking men and women but she has no problem letting them know she is happily married and not interested in a hook up.
Leagh is a legal secretary for a successful solicitors office in town. She has been working there for two years and loves her job. The people she work with treat her well and the clientele appreciate her bubbly and friendly service. She is great at what she does and I'm proud of her.
About a month ago, she mentioned to me over dinner that her boss had hired another solicitor as they need some help handling the demand that comes with their success. The new guy's name was Dane, and Leagh commented that the other female staff swoon over him. Nothing more was said, so I didn't think any more of it.
Last week, Leagh came home and mentioned that her bosses were holding a party to celebrate their recent success and to say thank you to the staff for their hard work. The party is tonight at one of her bosses homes. It's a new mansion in a posh new estate just out of town. They always know how to put on a good party, and they are nice people. We're both really looking forward to it!
I dress in a sport suit. I look sharp and feel great dressed like this. I know I'm probably the best looking of the guys who attend these parties and kind of enjoy the looks and flirtatious smiles I get. Leagh bought a new dress for the occasion. A stunning little black dress that she was looking forward to putting on.
I was already dressed and had poured my wife and I a glass of wine to sip while she finished getting ready. As I walked into the bedroom she took my breath away. There she stood in a new matching black lace bra and thong set that I'd never seen before. She looked sexy as hell.
I handed her the glass, and then held her from behind, placing a kiss on her neck and gently running my fingers over the lace of her panties. She buckled a little as my fingers grazed gently over her pussy. With a sexy smile on her face she said "Don't get me all hot and horny now babe, you'll have to wait until after the party for some fun!" She then grabbed my already stiff cock through my pants.
I couldn't wait to be stripping her out of her new lingerie and my cock ached at the thought. "then let's get out asses to the party so we can get back here and I can have you all to myself."
Our cab arrived at the party at 8pm. The party was already in full swing. As we walked hand in hand to the door, I let go of Leagh's hand and placed it on her ass. Just as a gentle reminder of what was still on my mind. She always loved having her ass touched, and she gave no objection to my touch. As we reached the door and rang the door bell I respectfully held her hand again and gave her a gentle pec on the lips.
Graham answered the door and welcomed us into his lavish home. He was one of the senior partners and our host for the evening. He was always nice to me and he welcomed me with a warm handshake and a big smile. He politely commented on how beautiful Leagh was looking too as he ushered us to the bar.
As we approached the bar, I noticed the 'new guy' chatting with three of the wives who all appeared to be acting like giggling school girls. As Dane turned around to greet us, I realised why. I was used to being the object of the ladies attention at these events, and to be fair, my competition wasn't usually that strong. That just changed.
Dane stood six ft. four and cut an impressive figure. He was clearly muscular and wearing a tailored suit that perfectly show cased his physique. He had a lush head of very dark hair and a perfect face. He smiled at Leagh as we approached, momentarily ignoring the other women in his presence as he moved forward to greet us. He didn't look at me at all at this point. Just at Leagh. I didn't care for the way he smiled at her and made strong eye contact.
He took her hand that I had been holding only moments before and gently kissed the back of it. "My Leagh, you look spectacular." I am not sure what bothered me the most, him calling her "my Leagh" or the use of the word spectacular. Maybe it was the fact that the whole thing seemed like a really blatant attempt to flirt with my wife right in front of me.
"You'll have to watch this one! He's a bit of a lady killer." We all have a little chuckle at Graham's comment. He then introduced me to Dane. As Dane took my hand in his massive grip, he shook it firmly and squeezed it just a bit too hard to be considered a friendly handshake. I figured it was his way of trying to assert dominance over me.
Dane then handed both of us a glass of champagne from the bar as he started walking with us towards the back of the house where the rest of the guests were chatting and drinking. Dane made sure to walk between Leagh and myself and he placed his hand around Leagh's waste as we walked toward the party.
The fucking nerve of this prick. If you didn't know better, you would swear Leagh was his wife and I was the co-worker.
I tried to make eye contact with Leagh so she could see my anger about the situation, but just then, Steve and John, two of the other husbands called me over for a chat.
Usually at these parties I would end up chatting most of the night with these guys. They were nice guys and our conversation would generally cover sports, politics and anything else that took our fancy.
This time though, I was reluctant to leave my wife. She hadn't taken her eyes off Dane's since he started talking to her, and I noticed a pink glow starting to rise up from her cleavage to her face.
I knew this meant that she was feeling a little embarrassed. This was her standard reaction.
I was trying to think of a way to rescue my wife when Dane looked down at me and said "You can go and chat with the boys, I'll be talking to your wife about some clients that I'll be taking care of. Don't worry Anthony, she's in good hands."
I'm not a guy who is usually intimidated easily, but something about his words, tone, body language or whatever made me feel as though it would be unwise to defy him. He wasn't rude, just spoke as though everyone would just do as he said.
I looked at my wife, who for the first time since Dane held her waist, was now looking at me. She simply shrugged and said "it's fine dear, this stuff would bore you anyway."
With that, I reluctantly walked towards the other men. Feeling deflated and more than a little anxious about leaving my wife with this predator.
Dane smiled at me, knowing I had little choice but to stay with the other husbands while he walked off with my wife. I noticed his hand now slipped a little lower on her waist and his thumb appeared to be brushing lightly on her hip where I assumed he could feel the lace waist band of her thong.
Steve and John greeted me with a warm greeting, it had been months since we last spoke and they seemed keen for a catch up. They noticed me seeming a little distracted, looking at my wife as she walked away with Dane.
John tried to make light of the situation by saying "now you know what it's like to have your wife swoon over the hot guy."
"I'm still hot!" I joked with them, and as if on queue, the wives who were previously chatting with Dane at the bar made their way over to me. Seemingly their consolation prize for the evening.
I must admit, it made me feel a little better to have the attention of the other wives again, but in the back of my mind, for the first time in my relationship, I felt nervous about my wife with another man.
Dane led Leagh across the room towards some doors that lead to Graham's office area. They were talking about clients that Dane would be taking a case for. Leagh had only taken a few sips of her champagne but already felt a little light headed.
