A Shared Secret - Part 2 - Sex Stories

A Shared Secret - Part 2

... hand, then thought better of it. Instead, he offered a quiet hello. I simply nodded in reply. "Dinner's ready," Alma told us, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles in her dress. She was fidgety, her stare darting from me to Wyatt.

A few minutes later, the three of us sat at the table. "Thank you for inviting me over," Wyatt said.

I took a sip of the wine Alma had poured. I'd have preferred a beer, but I was hoping the Cabernet would take the edge off. Wyatt quickly reached for his glass as well. "You know," I said to him, "part of me still wants to beat the shit out of you." I heard Alma gasp, and Wyatt tensed, as if waiting for me to pounce. "But I can't deny how happy you make my wife."

Wyatt dared to give Alma a tender glance before returning his attention to me. "I just want you to know, I'm the one who pursued her."

"Oh, I don't doubt it," I replied, my words tinged with bitterness.

"But she made it clear from the very beginning that she could never love anyone but you, Sam." Wyatt flashed a sheepish smile. "I once made the mistake of telling Alma I thought I might be falling for her. She wouldn't talk to me for a week after that. I had to promise I'd never say anything like that again." My eyes met Alma's. She looked so vulnerable, and I realized she was aching for me to believe what Wyatt said. "When Alma told me you'll allow us to keep... seeing each other as long as you can watch," Wyatt continued, "I didn't know what to think. I'm not sure how I feel ...

... about it, to be honest, but if that's what I have to do to keep her in my life, then I'm willing to give it a try."

I wanted to throw out some smartass remark about how gracious that was of him, but I managed to hold my tongue. If this was going to work between the three of us, I had to be civil to this man. A silence descended over the table as we ate. Alma tried to fill it with small talk, but the tension only grew. I realized if I didn't do something to ease it, the evening would be miserable for everyone. We were almost finished with the meal when I looked at Wyatt and said, "Kiss my wife." The man froze, then glanced at Alma to see her reaction, but she was staring at me. "Go on," I urged her gently. "Sit on his lap."

Alma climbed to her feet, and as she took the few steps that would place her before Wyatt, I noticed her trembling. Yet when he pushed his chair back from the table, she slid onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. They both looked at me again, still unsure. I nodded my approval. Their kiss started out tentative, nothing like what I'd seen at Wyatt's house. But as they relaxed, I saw their tongues meet between their parted lips. Alma's cheeks flushed, the way they did when she grew excited. Wyatt wove his fingers through her hair, a moan escaping his throat as the kiss grew more passionate.

I realized I was shaking, too. Not from anger, but from my own excitement. I was already growing hard. When Wyatt and Alma broke the kiss, they were ...