A Shared Secret - Part 2 - Sex Stories

A Shared Secret - Part 2

Alma nestled in my arms after we made love, her eyelids growing heavy. Neither of us spoke for several minutes. Then I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I know about Wyatt."

A fierce jolt coursed through my wife, as if my words had literally shocked her. She immediately withdrew from my embrace, her face etched with panic. "What are you talking about, Sam?"

Even in the soft lamplight, I could see her trembling. I merely shook my head and sighed. "No more lies, Alma. I followed you out to his place tonight. Then I stood outside his bedroom window and watched you fuck him."

Alma had never been a crier, but she blinked back tears now.. "You just... stood there?" She shook her head in disbelief. "You watched us the whole time?"

I slowly sat up, propping my pillow against the headboard so I could recline against it. My level of calm surprised me, so I knew it had to be utterly bewildering to my wife. "Oh, believe me," I said, "when I found out you were cheating, I wanted to tear that bastard apart. I went out there tonight with every intention of doing so. And then I planned on leaving you."

Alma began to weep. Tears spilled down her cheeks and dotted the sheet. "Sam, please," she choked, "I'm so sorry!"

I tilted my head. "You sure didn't seem sorry when you were riding his dick earlier." She cupped a hand over her mouth to muffle a cry. Beneath the blush invading her face, her skin was ashen. To her credit, she didn't try to make excuses but simply waited ...

... for me to go on. "You say you love me."

"I do love you," she insisted.

I ran a hand through my hair, fighting back exasperation. "So why are you cheating on me, Alma?"

Her stare darted around the room, and I got the feeling she wished she could bolt. She finally took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Wyatt made me feel desirable again," she said. "At first, I said no. I told him I'm married. But he was so persistent, like he'd do anything to have me."

I had to bite back some cruel words then, for it didn't appear that Wyatt needed to do much at all to have my wife. But I didn't want our conversation to devolve into insults and accusations. And while I was still wrestling with my wounded pride, I also had to face up to my own desires. "Do you love him?" I asked quietly.

Alma vehemently shook her head. "It's just sex, Sam. We don't go out to dinner or for romantic walks. We just... fuck." She reached for my hand, and I let her take it. "You and I have been together a long time. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I'd understand if you were tempted to sleep with another woman."

"I've never been tempted to do that. I always had everything I wanted with you, Alma."

Her face crumpled, and she released a sob. "I'm so sorry I hurt you."

I looked away, fighting my own tears. "While I was watching you tonight," I began, but my voice broke, and I had to clear my throat. "I was struck by how happy you were. It was like I was looking back in time, ...