A Shared Secret - Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Shared Secret - Part 1

... somehow managed to hide my fury from Alma even when she came home late last night. I knew where she'd been, but I didn't yet have the photos. The investigator hadn't sent me those until this afternoon.

Alma had let herself into the house the night before, humming under her breath as she set her purse and keys on the table. Though she'd worked all day, my wife had a lightness to her step, and when she saw me sitting in the living room, her face broke into a smile. "It's almost midnight," she said, as if I needed reminding. "I told you not to wait up, Sam."

I couldn't bear to look at her for fear of what my eyes might reveal. Instead, I took a swig of beer and kept my stare fixed on the television. "I wanted to make sure you got home okay."

Alma walked over to me and ruffled my hair. I tensed at her touch, but she didn't seem to notice. "Aren't you a sweetheart," she murmured. I took a deep breath, trying to catch Wyatt's scent on her. All I smelled was a trace of her perfume. "Hey, what's wrong?"

I forced myself to meet her eyes. Her smile had vanished, and she now appeared worried while searching my face. "It's just been a long day, that's all," I said.

Alma's smile returned. Leaning forward, she tried to plant a kiss on my lips, but I turned away so she got my cheek instead. "I'm sorry I stayed out so late. Let me make it up to you." She dropped to her knees before my chair, and my eyes widened when she unbuttoned my jeans.

"Alma, what are you doing?" I ...

... asked quietly.

She flashed a grin while freeing my cock from my underwear. "You know what I'm doing, baby."

I stared down at my wife as if she were a stranger. How could she come home after fucking another man and then go down on me? How was the deception not eating her up inside? I wanted to shout that I knew everything and could never forgive her. I wanted to humiliate her until she broke down weeping. But I didn't say a word. Instead, I set the beer bottle aside and brushed her long chestnut-brown hair back from her face. She nestled against my hand, as if she missed my touch. I hated how quickly I grew hard when she began stroking my cock.

Alma grinned at my obvious arousal. "I think you're already starting to forgive me."

Though it was late and we were both tired, she didn't rush the blowjob. She spent a lot of time licking and gently sucking my tip, getting me even harder. At first, I leaned back and closed my eyes, unable to watch. Her affection, appearing so genuine, caused an ache deep in my chest. It would have been far less painful if she'd simply strolled into the house, wished me a good night, and gone straight to bed.

I drew in a shuddering breath as Alma slid her tongue along the underside of my dick. She kissed my entire length before nuzzling my sack. My wife usually didn't pay much attention to my balls when going down on me. She was always willing to suck my cock, so I didn't dare ask her to do more for fear of turning her off to the act ...