Caught (Lucky Secrets - Vol. 2): Lucky Secrets, #2

By Owen Wilde

Volume Two of the Lucky Secrets series!

Nate is a very lucky man. Somehow he got Hannah to marry him even though she is the perfect woman and he’s, well, far from perfect. She's sweet and sexy and all she wants is to make him a happy man. 

Or at least that is what Nate thought, until Hannah started working late every night. Having hushed conversations on her phone late at night. Sneaking around. 

Now, Nate's suspicions grow as Hannah grows more and more distant. Unsure if it's a sin on his part or hers, he can't seem to help himself and needs to discover more. His fantasy won't go away and neither will his suspicions. He reads her naughty text messages with her boss and decides that he wants to catch her in the act. 

Will his plan work? And what will he do if it does…? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roja Publishing
• Release date: Nov 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536507805

Book preview

Vol. 2 – In the Act

Sleep was impossible for Nate and once Hannah's breathing was slow and rhythmic and he was sure that she was asleep, he slipped out of bed quietly and went downstairs to find her phone. He tried to talk himself out of it the entire time that he was looking for it. Hadn't she proved that she was faithful already? She'd rebuffed Carl when she could have fucked him without Nate ever knowing. That had to count for something, right?

Some fucking friend. Nate was still pissed at Carl for trying anything. It wasn’t like he didn't get it though. Men were dogs, something Hannah said often and he didn't even try to defend them, or himself. After all, he was the one busy jerking off to porn when he should have been waiting for her.

He finally found Hannah's phone tucked deep into her purse and he wondered why. She used to keep it on the nightstand right beside their bed. But then again, she never used to have whispered conversations late at night after coming home hours after she said she would. He held it in his hand for a moment, telling himself that this was a line that he shouldn't cross. There was no telling what Hannah would do if she caught him.

Nate slid the icon to the right in spite of the warning he'd just given himself and was puzzled when he saw that Hannah's phone now needed a password. When had that happened? He distinctly remembered their conversation about a few of his friends who had locks on their phones. It's just because they look at porn on their phones. It's not like they're cheating, he had tried to defend them but it had sounded hollow even to him at the time.

Hannah had been looking in the mirror as she slicked her long, blond hair into a ponytail. Is that what you do? Watch porn on your phone? she raised her eyebrow and at that the time, they had been fucking so frequently he couldn't imagine needing porn.

Baby, come on. Look at you. Do I need porn? he had answered. She had laughed at him but she obviously enjoyed the fact that she had him wrapped around her pinky.

If they weren't doing something shady, they could show their wives their porn, he had said. Nate didn't know if he agreed with that. As open-minded as Hannah was, he would share a few things with her but he'd be ashamed to let her know some of what he'd found himself watching over the years. He was sure that his friends were just as embarrassed. You could show me yours, she had responded. She was waiting to see if he'd confess now.

I don't have any. You can check my phone, he had offered it to her and she waived it away.

She kissed his cheek tenderly, her breasts brushing his arm as she passed, I don't need to do that. I trust you. If there's no trust, then the relationship is over.

Yet here he was, in the middle of the night, trying to break the pass code to get into her phone, all the while knowing how Hannah felt. If he just talked to her instead of all this sneaking around, wouldn't she tell him if something was going on? He tried 1234 and that didn't work. Neither did their anniversary date. Nate knew that if he made too many attempts, the phone would be locked and then Hannah would know exactly what he was up to.

Nate tucked the phone back into her purse, exactly as she'd left it, and sprawled out on the couch, shaking his head to himself. Hannah was the best thing that had ever happened to him and he couldn't afford to lose her. This was the real deal. He loved her and wanted to make a baby with her.

He closed his eyes and pictured her pregnant. Hannah was slender and worked out so her stomach was a lot flatter than his. It was hard to imagine her with a soft, round belly but he knew that he wanted to feel her new curves. Her skin was like silk. Nate could almost feel his hand curling around her full, round shape and once he could see her breasts, even larger than they were now, engorged, her nipples hard and aching, that was enough. He was hard and felt his cock jolt in the front of his underwear without even touching himself.

For reasons that he could never explain later, he got up and walked back to the phone. He pressed in the last four numbers of her social security number, the last thing that Hannah would think he'd remember really and suddenly he had access. It was despicable, he knew, but there was no stopping him now.

Nate checked her calls and none of them were out of the ordinary: her parents, a few girlfriends, the salon and the health club. When he looked at the text messages, his heart started to race when he saw Robert's name at the top of the list. It made sense that she and her boss sent text messages back and forth but he couldn't get the man's face out of his mind. He obviously wanted Hannah and hadn't even been subtle about it.

Nate scrolled back to a month ago and the messages were almost too boring to read - something about a file that was missing and then a letter that had been forgotten. Then he spied it. Robert's text from three weeks ago that Nate had to assume was the catalyst.

"Did you watch the video?" Hannah's boss asked her.

"Yes," she had replied simply.

"And?" Robert must have been the one to send her the video of the threesome. Nate hated to admit that he hadn't been able to get it out of his head and he wondered if Hannah had thought about it as much as he had.

Hannah was careful in her reply. "Not really appropriate for work, is it?"

Robert wasn't going to let her off that easy. "Admit it, it turned you on."

His wife had tried to avoid the situation, but even she must have a limit. "Of course it turned me on. It was very hot but still not really appropriate."

Nate felt a strange combination run through his body, outraged and ready to choke Robert and yet his cock was harder than ever. The front of his underwear was soaked through and the dirtier the conversation got, the faster his hard-on bobbed back and forth for attention. He skipped over the work related texts, and stopped when Robert told her, "If you couldn't tell, I'm bisexual. Have you ever been with a bi male?"

"Not that I knew of, Hannah had replied, but then again, aren't all men bi?"

"LOL, Robert responded, aren't all women?"

Hannah had told Nate that she'd never been with a girl, never even kissed one but now that seemed to have been a lie. "Not me. Tried it a couple of times, not really my thing."

Robert didn't care. Two women weren’t what he was after either. "What about 2 men?"

"Not yet," she had answered.

Nate moaned softly to himself when he read that. It was as if Hannah had been planning for this - she wanted to fuck her boss and another man at the same time. Was he even a part of the equation at this point?

Robert asked, "Who do you have in mind? Me and..."

Hannah tried to stop him. "This is getting worse and worse. If Nate knew what you and I were talking about, he'd go crazy."

Nate scrolled again, looking for more. The messages of the last two days were different. It was as if Hannah had given up all pretenses. She was ready for Robert and had completely succumbed to his fantasy. "I can't stop thinking about it," she admitted to her boss.

"Me or the video?" he wanted to know.

"Both," Hannah must have been fantasizing about Robert between her legs every time Nate had tried. Knowing that when she had cum, it was for someone else sent him to the edge. Jealousy and shame pumped through his body and his cock ached for relief.

"You know I'm available. How about Friday? We leave work early?"

Friday was tomorrow. Nate saw the time on the clock on the wall and realized that, actually, it was later today. His wife had plans to fuck another man this afternoon. It seemed like it should be momentous.

"I'm not saying yes, I'm saying maybe," she had answered. She didn't commit but just the fact that she said maybe was too much. Robert would do his best to convince her and he couldn't really even blame the man. It was nothing that Nate wouldn't do. He was confused. Angry. Horny. He knew something had to give.

*****

Hey, what are you doing out here? Hannah's voice seemed to be calling him from far away and when Nate awoke, he saw her face and the long, trail of her blond hair, hanging over her shoulder, almost touching his chest as she bent over him. You're sleeping on the couch now? she looked irritated and Nate realized that his underwear was still off and he pulled the blanket over his half naked body tightly.

It was all coming back to him. He had finished with the messages and was so angry that he almost stormed upstairs to confront her. The only thing that stopped him was that he'd also be admitting that he had spied on her. Well, that was a lie. Nate had felt sick with worry and envy but the worst of it was that he had been far too excited to sleep. If he had gone to the bedroom and woke her up, she would have seen what it was doing to him.

Instead, he'd closed his eyes and played the video back in his imagination. It was easy. Hannah was there on the couch with Robert, locked in his embrace, oblivious to anything but the pleasure he was giving her. His fingers, his mouth, and his large, thick cock were churning slowly back and forth between her legs. Watching the man tease his wife, pressing the engorged head of his dick along her slick slit, opening her bare lips, parting them and finding her bud, Nate groaned as he squeezed his shaft.

His fantasy had started innocently enough. Hannah had turned when Nate entered the room, looking over her shoulder, watching her husband approach the two of them. Hannah looked up when he arrived and touched his cheek with her hand, saying, Hey, baby, I've got a surprise for you. She had whispered, kissing him gently. All the while, her hips were writhing back and forth along the man's girth, a detail that Nate couldn't stop thinking of.

When she moved from Robert's lap, her boss's cock was all that Nate could see. She was smiling at him. He looked up and saw them both staring back at him. Show me, she told him, show me how much you like it.

Nate had held out, even in his fantasy. He couldn't give in, not yet anyway. The more he tried to deny it though, the more persuasive she had become. It tastes like my pussy, baby, she murmured and she turned to nibble on Robert's ear lobe, giggling as they exchanged a secret. Robert reached out to fondle her breast and Nate felt as if he couldn't breathe. Choking on his pent-up desires, he couldn't stop himself any longer.

Nate had exploded when he came. He'd almost forgotten where he was or that Hannah was sleeping upstairs and he cried out as he burst, splattering his belly and chest with ropes of his creamy release.

You OK? Hannah was talking to him and he shook last night's shameful wet dream from his memory.

Yeah, I'm fine. I just couldn’t' sleep, he said. He smiled at his beautiful wife and panicked inside. Had he put her phone back where he'd found it? He didn't remember anything after the enormous climax. If it was stuffed into the couch somewhere, she was sure to know what he'd been doing. Didn't want to wake you up, he said. Nate was searching for her phone under the blanket and felt nothing but the cold upholstery.

Well, I have to go, she turned to leave and he noticed that this was not the usual casual Friday outfit of worn jeans and a t-shirt. Hannah was wearing a tight, pink sweater dress and it was obvious that she had garters on underneath. The line of the lace ran down the center of each of her round cheeks, hugging her bottom perfectly.

He couldn't say a word though; it was torture.

Kind of dressed up for Friday, aren't you? he asked. Nate gave her one last chance to tell him.

Hannah shrugged, saying, Robert thinks that people are taking casual Friday too far. It's still an office, and we should look professional. It was the second time that Nate had known she was lying in the last twenty-four hours and it was killing him to bite his tongue.

What profession are you? Prostitute? he said. He was infuriated and it was impossible to hold it back any longer.

Fuck you, Nate. I'm wearing a dress, Hannah glared at him and gathered her purse. Nate noticed that she checked the pocket for her phone first.

He wasn't finished reprimanding her, and continued, Yeah, I can see. The tightest dress you have, Hannah and a garter belt too. What are you doing at work?

She exhaled and her eyebrows were knitted together when she looked at him. Nate had never seen her this angry before.

I'm working, you asshole. Maybe you wouldn't be so worried if you bothered to pay attention to me anymore instead of jagging off in the living room and sleeping on the couch, she said.

Nate covered his face with his hands. Of course, she had heard or maybe it was just her sixth sense. Hannah wasn't stupid. She probably knew far more than she was telling.

I'm going to be late, she said as she swung her purse over her shoulder and he heard her heels click down the hall until she closed the front door behind her.

Once he heard her car leave, he threw the blanket off and saw the mess that he had left all over himself. It would be hard to explain that. No wonder Hannah was miffed. A gorgeous woman like her, she wasn't used to being anyone's second choice.

Nate thought this was the moment. It wasn't too late. He could turn it around right now. If he called her and confessed that he had been checking up on her, she would have every right to be upset with him, but at least he could stop the inevitable. Robert, the douchebag, would have to go hit on someone else's wife. Or husband, Nate told himself as he picked up the phone to apologize to Hannah.

Although he did have another option, one that made him hate himself. But as he had already discovered last night, that didn't seem to be enough of an incentive to stop. He could follow her to their meeting place and surprise the two of them.

Nate tried to talk himself out of it while he was in the shower. There were too many things that could go wrong. What if it was too late? What if Hannah told him to leave? By the time he called in sick to work, none of it really mattered. He had made up his mind.

*****

He had been slinking down in the front seat of his car for almost thirty minutes already and there was no sign of either one of them. Nate was toying with the idea of just going inside. He didn't want to lose her but there only seemed to be one way that a stunt like this could end and it wouldn't be good for him.

He'd fallen in love with Hannah so quickly. It had been almost impossible not to. She was his dream girl, but he'd discovered almost immediately that she was almost every guy's dream girl. Nate wasn't prepared for it. Every time they walked into a room together, all the eyes were on her and it was a strange mix of pride and insecurity as he watched them flock to her. He should have told her, but he never could admit it to Hannah.

He thought that it would get easier once they were married but it was almost as if the ring on her finger were bait. Carl wasn't the first of his friends that had tried to bed Hannah and Nate knew he wouldn't be the last. There was something about her and it wasn't just that her body was made for sin. It was something else, her smile, her easy laugh, her bedroom eyes. She brought out the best and also the worst in men.

It was hardly her fault, though. Nate pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and was just about to call her when he saw the pink dress exit the building. It was exactly noon and she was walking quickly to her car. He knew that she wasn't going to get lunch when he saw Robert leaving as well. They were going through with it. The man had managed