A Shared Secret - Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Shared Secret - Part 1

I fully intended to beat the shit out of Wyatt when I arrived at his house that evening. While keeping a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel of my truck, I imagined what I was going to do to the man once I got my hands on him. I knew from the photos the private investigator sent me that Wyatt was taller and probably a good deal stronger than I was, but I had one advantage: unadulterated hatred coursing through my veins. And the reason I hated Wyatt? Because he was the man fucking my wife.

I didn't know him personally, though I was aware he owned a company and was well respected in our town. I had no idea how he and my wife met. Was it a random encounter? Did he see her in some shop, or at her job, and then decide he had to have her despite the ring she wore? He had a house out in the country on a large tract of land. His property was secluded; he and Alma must have thought they were safe from any prying eyes. The investigator snapped photos of them kissing on Wyatt's front porch. In one of those photos, Wyatt had his hand on Alma's curvy ass, giving it a possessive squeeze. Just thinking about that made my blood pressure skyrocket. They couldn't even wait until they got in the damn house before groping each other.

Her betrayal was as caustic as acid eating me up inside. Now that I had evidence that would destroy my wife, I planned to beat Wyatt to a pulp and then tell Alma I wanted a divorce. She and I had been married fifteen years; all that time together, ...

... fucking wasted. I felt like a fool for not figuring it out sooner. Thinking back over the last several months, I could honestly say Alma acted no different than usual. Well, that wasn't exactly true; she did seem happier. No longer was she so quick to nag me about taking out the trash or getting around to fixing the leaky kitchen faucet. She overlooked little things that used to annoy the hell out of her. And because of that, our relationship actually improved. I never would have guessed her brighter mood was due to her having an affair.

I became suspicious only when I caught her in a lie about where she'd gone one night a few weeks ago. At first, I didn't want to believe she would deceive me, but as I thought about it more and more, it all began to make sense: her frequent nights out with her friends, and her sudden desire to spend more time at her mom's house even though the two of them had never gotten along. I didn't confront Alma; instead, I hired the investigator and prayed he would prove me wrong. I wanted him to vindicate my wife and make me feel ashamed I'd ever believed she might be capable of cheating. To his credit, the investigator took no pleasure in letting me know my suspicions were well founded.

While I now drove on backroads toward Wyatt's house, dusk faded into night. The darkness seemed even deeper out this way, with no streetlights and few other vehicles on the road with me. The thought of finding Wyatt and Alma together had me panting with rage. I'd ...