A Shared Secret - Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Shared Secret - Part 1

... had grown hard while Alma stroked it. I judged it to be about seven inches, an inch bigger than mine. Alma claimed to love me still, so was this affair simply the result of her physical attraction to Wyatt? Or did he make her feel wanted in a way I'd failed to? Tonight her face was free of makeup, just as it usually was. She hated cosmetics and used a little blush and lipstick only on rare occasions. She hadn't shaved her pussy for him, either. Wyatt clearly desired her the way she was. The way I always had.

I moved even closer until I stood in the darkness right outside the window. Despite the night's coolness, my face flushed and my stomach roiled at the sight of Wyatt lowering his lips to Alma's neck. He sucked at her tender skin, making her squeal. "Don't leave any marks!" she warned through her giggles.

Wyatt grinned and dipped his head lower. I stood frozen, my stare riveted to the two of them. He swirled his tongue over her hard pink nipple. "How about here?" he murmured. "Can I mark you here?"

"No!" She tried to sound stern, but as Wyatt latched onto her nipple, her moans grew louder, carrying to me across the room. I studied her face, again feeling as if I were watching a complete stranger. Alma wove her fingers through Wyatt's dark hair. She gazed down at him, her eyes full of the same tenderness they'd held for me last night. My mind screamed at me to put a stop to this, to make my presence known before they went any further. But I remained motionless ...

... with my feet rooted to the ground.

Wyatt lifted Alma into his arms and placed her gently on the bed. Then he joined her, and from my position, I could see them in profile. I watched as he settled between her parted thighs. With his fingers, he spread her pussy lips. My breath caught in my throat when Wyatt gave her clit several teasing licks, making her whine for more. Soon she was grinding her pussy against his face, prompting him to moan with his own pleasure. Alma grabbed Wyatt's hair, her grip rough as she held him to her cunt. "Fuck yes, suck my clit!"

My mouth watered while I watched him feast on her pussy. I could so easily recall her taste. Her hips began rolling as her excitement grew. With his fingers and tongue, Wyatt worked Alma into a frenzy. How long had it been since I'd been able to do the same? Not since we were newlyweds, I guessed. Once we'd been married a few years, our love life grew routine, boringly predictable.

I could tell Alma was now close to orgasm. Her thighs shook, and her groans became guttural. As Wyatt gazed up at her, I understood he was awaiting her climax, refusing to stop until he made her come.

And come she did, so fiercely that her back arched off the bed. Wyatt had to grab hold of her hips in order to keep his mouth between her thighs. I swallowed back my own groan when Alma surrendered to the force of her climax, letting herself go in a way she rarely did with me. It was then that I realized I was aroused, my cock painfully ...