Ours is a pretty unusual story so I'm going to take you through it slowly.
My name is Wayne Dyson. Both my wife Angela and I work for a local TV station and are local "celebrities". She is the Entertainment reporter and sometimes fills in as weekend news anchor. I host two shows about sports. Angela has been at the station a year longer than I have, just over ten years. She got the job through family connections and is honest about that. They were looking for a gorgeous woman who would attract a lot of viewers. My 5'10" brunette wife happened to fit the bill nicely. The station owner knew Angie's dad and asked if she would be interested in the job. As Angela hated most of the jobs she'd done to get by up until that point, she was happy to accept. The boss became her mentor and the job was perfect for her. The ratings went up steadily from her debut. It doesn't hurt to have a hot, 21-year old brunette working for you, especially one like my wife who isn't afraid to flaunt her gorgeous legs. Angela's position at the station is secure. Of course, it
also
doesn't hurt that the station owner happens to be her godfather.
I was hired about ten months later and was brought on the news to be "welcomed to the family". Angela and I got a good look at each other and we both knew. We had drinks that night and sex until that morning. We're both very sexual people and we knew what we wanted. Playing the games that would eventually lead up to bed were a waste of time for us both. We've always thought along the same lines. We were married less than a year later.
My wife likes a little of the social interaction that goes with her job, but not the cocktail party circuit. I can schmooze with the best of them but she hates them. One of the reasons -- well,
his
name is George.
George Simms is the current station manager and a little of George can go a long way. He's a big blowhard, an old-school guy who thinks women are good for only one thing. From the time he saw my wife, even before I came on the scene, he decided he wanted to fuck her, despite the fact that he's "happily married" with two kids. He was going to do anything he could to make that happen. Angie was going to do anything she could to make sure it
didn't
. She hated George on sight and found him loathsome. It pissed her off that even after we were married, the son of a bitch didn't back off. He'd hit on her at parties and pinch her butt. He even pulled an "Indecent Proposal" and offered her money. The idiot is lucky he's still not singing soprano. This guy is trouble but he's a damned hard worker and his shows, including the ones I'm on, draw in big bucks for the station. Angie had a long discussion with her godfather and he told George to back off. It didn't take and there wasn't much anyone could do -- George is a cash cow (although I think more like a bull, full of shit.)
Aside from being a cheating swine, George is an okay guy but someone needs to take him down a peg or two. My wife decided that if everyone else was afraid to do it, she'd handle it herself. I gave her my blessings to do whatever she needed to do. My wife would handle it in her own good time and lord, did I pity George when she took her revenge. It would likely be spectacular. I almost felt sorry for the poor bastard until I reminded myself this was my wife he was messing with and then I got over it. I knew what he was in for. My last fight with Angela had cost me a diamond bracelet.
Angela didn't seem to know how to enact her revenge. She only knew one thing -- it would have to be something over the top, something big that he would not be able to ignore. Fortunately, fate threw the opportunity in our direction.
We were both attending a cocktail party thrown by the station. Angela was in a corner with some of her admirers, holding court and seemingly enjoying herself for a change. I had been talking sports with some friends but was now nursing a beer with one eye on my wife. I intended to run interference in case George happened to head in her direction. So far, she'd been fortunate and avoided him. Still, I was taking no chances. It was then I heard a soft, husky voice speaking to me. I turned to see a very attractive, petite redhead in a black cocktail dress. She had the bemused smile some young people wear when bored by the events around them. "Don't worry handsome," she smiled at me. "My mother's here tonight so Daddy has to behave himself. Your wife is safe, although
you
might not be," she winked. "Hi -- I'm Lacey, George is my father."
"Hello, Lacey," I grinned. This girl was a knockout and I say girl because she likely wasn't more than eighteen or nineteen. Still, she had a dynamite figure and face and a little insouciant way of talking. She kept looking at me the way George looks at Angela. "You know about your father's obsession with my wife?" I asked her.
"Believe me baby, it isn't just your wife. Daddy flirts with any attractive woman in a skirt, he even hits on some of my friends. I wish he'd grow up and knock it off, although I can't blame him for your wife -- she is fucking hot. You two are a hot couple and damn, if you weren't married, I'd be all over you. You're the kind of older guy a girl like me loves to fuck -- very masculine and secure in himself," she smiled as she sipped her drink. Lacey was very much her father's daughter, although I saw that she respected boundaries. She gave me a naughty little wink and walked away with a little sashay. I had never cheated on my wife, but Lacey was the kind of girl that offered temptation.
When we were driving home, Angela told me that she had managed to enjoy most of the party, with George being held at bay most of the night. I related the story about Lacey and her eyes got a certain look that she only gets when there's something on her mind. She didn't say anything after that but I knew her wheels were spinning.
