Lucky Secrets (The Complete Collection)

By Owen Wilde

The Complete Collection 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. 

Nate is driving himself crazy as he wonders - is she cheating on him after all? 

What will he do when he discovers the truth...whatever that may be? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roja Publishing
• Release date: Nov 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781540106438

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Vol. 1 - Suspicion

She'd been acting strange now for a little over a month. Nate had known his wife for years before they'd gotten married and the woman was definitely hiding something. He'd always been jealous of Hannah though, sometimes to the point of paranoia. He had told himself that what he really needed to do was trust her - they were trying to start a family, after all. He couldn't keep on just doubting her.

It wasn't even Hannah, he muttered to himself as he sat at her computer, scrolling through her pictures file. He trusted her...he thought. It was everyone else that he didn't trust. Hannah was a sweet girl, with a body that brought her more attention than she knew what to do with.

Long, brown and blond hair that curled down her back and ended past her waist, and a tiny little waist it was. She had an hourglass figure and a full, round mouth with juicy lips that were made for kissing, big, blue eyes that made her look far more innocent than she actually was and a sweet personality that made her seem accessible. No, she was just a flirt, Nate thought as he looked at a group of pictures from their last vacation. She wouldn’t take it any further. She was working the tiny, white bikini in the pictures. She might as well have been naked, with her head against his friend's shoulder, her hand on his wide, tan chest. Her smile was for Nate, though he had to admit that so far his insecurities had just driven him crazy.

Hannah was a good wife by any standards. She was going to be the mother of his children, he hoped. She was sweet and kind and that was why the last month had been even more odd. She wasn't herself at all. She hadn’t been acting normal, by any sense of the word.

He knew that she'd blow up if she caught him on her computer but he couldn't help it at this point. He'd run out of possible excuses for her behavior. She kept saying that she was working late, but even that didn't make him feel any better. Her boss, Robert, had been trying to get in her pants as long as Nate could remember.

It wasn't Hannah's fault that she inspired those kinds of thoughts; Nate almost stopped himself when he typed in her password. He was crossing a line here and one that he could never undo. He would officially be breaking her trust if he broke into her Facebook account. He took a deep breath and pressed enter anyways.

Nate looked at the messages there. Almost all of them were from her girlfriends. They all checked out as well, just conversations about plans, pictures that he'd already seen. However, one of the conversations was with one of his friends. Nate clicked to open it. What would Carl be doing contacting my wife behind my back? he thought to himself.

In the message, Carl was openly flirting as well. He wanted to know if she was happy with Nate or if she didn’t want something more. His fist clenched as he read the words. The man wanted to meet her for a drink, in a bar where neither of them would run into Nate, to get to know her better. Nate thought about her with Carl for a minute and shook his head. The man was taller than Nate and more muscular. He worked out, but he didn't seem to be Hannah's type at all. Although Carl bragged about the size of his manhood constantly, Nate suspected that it was nothing more than that - just a tall tale. What could possibly be going on?

She had written him back with a simple request; she asked him to please not contact her again. She said she wasn't interested and she reminded him that she was married to his friend. Nate felt his cheeks grow warmer as he read her words. She really was a faithful wife, even when she had ample opportunity not to be and he felt like an even bigger schmuck now.

He quickly logged off and decided that he needed to distract himself. Hannah wouldn't be home for a while, maybe another hour and, more than likely, she wouldn't be in the mood to make love, even though they should. Today, tomorrow and maybe the next day were her fertile days this month but he'd have to wait until the morning. Nate always woke up with a raging hard-on and the Hannah that he married would be quick to wake up once he moved his hand down her lithe, warm body. She had even been known to wake him by straddling his face before sliding down to his erection. She was just that type of wife.

Nate lay on her side of the bed and smelled her pillow. There was a trace of her perfume left behind which almost always made him smile and remember the last time that he had carefully wound her thick sheets of blond hair back in one hand as he kissed the soft curve of her neck. If she were here right now, he would do the same, listening to the little sighs that came from her as he worked his way from her hairline to the top of her shoulders and then began to nibble her there.

Hannah would arch her back once she felt his teeth and she would push her round, heart-shaped bottom into his crotch when she did. Her perfect ass would tempt him. If he were honest, it was the first thing that he had noticed about her. Watching her walk in front of him, her long hair dancing, almost caressing her bottom, as her bottom bounced and her hips swayed.

He'd seen his friends and even his own brother notice it as well. Her boss could hardly keep his eyes off of Hannah and once, at the company picnic, Nate had entertained himself, sitting at the bar, watching Robert stare at her backside. Was that what was keeping her in the office all these nights? Normally she'd be home before six and lately, she hadn't been back until after nine. Was Robert finally getting a chance to see her curves as she bounced up and down on top of him?

Thinking of watching Hannah on top of him, facing away from him, Nate had never been brave enough to tell her that it was his favorite position. It was all just his hands on her hips and watching her ride his cock. Hannah put her hands on his thighs and she would turn around to wink at him before sliding down on his dick and taking it all in one wet thrust.

Oh God, fuck me Nate, she would cry out and move her ass back and then forward, back and then forward again as she rode him slow and deep. Hannah told him when she first met him that he was the most well-endowed of any of her past lovers. Was it true? Did it really matter? Nate shook his head and dismissed the thought. Of course it mattered but he'd never really been a slouch in the bedroom.

Hannah would start to move faster. Her cheeks would quiver every time she came down to collide with his skin and somewhere, in his haze of lust, he would notice that her fingers were busy on the front of her voluptuous body. Touching her nipples as she rode his dick. He had memorized her perfect tits, the way they bounced and tumbled with her movements, if she were facing him. Nate would reach up and nip both of her dark pink buds with his teeth.

Facing away from him though, he'd just have to imagine it all. And he could, and it would make him burst if he thought about her masturbating while she fucked him. Fuck me harder. Oh, Nate, yes, she would moan. She was always in control of the depth and the speed but Nate would push his hips up to try and bury his cock inside.

The last time that they had made love, Hannah had brought a vibrator to bed with them. Just a little something, you know, so I'm extra wet. It had been her excuse but Nate hadn't cared. At least they were fucking; it hadn't been so frequent lately. He would take any opportunity these days, with or without extra toys.

Nate unzipped his pants with a groan as he remembered her touching herself with the toy as he watched. The little pink vibrator hummed against her flesh and Hannah sighed as it skirted around her full clitoris in a soft circle. Don't you want me to go down on you? he had asked her. He had to admit that it made him more than a little jealous that she didn't really need him for anything.

No, baby, I'm just going to play with myself when I'm on top, she said as she had mounted him, facing away, her big, beautiful butt in clear view once she was in position. Nate squeezed his erection recalling her and then, his nasty fantasy that had permeated his imagination at that moment and had never disappeared since once again came to the forefront of his thoughts.

In his mind's eye, he imagined her with another lover. Maybe it was Robert. Maybe it was his friend Carl. He never saw the man's face. He just knew that the lover was there on the other side. The lover's tongue was out and every time Hannah thrust her hips away from Nate, she felt the tip of the other man's tongue on her engorged, aching clit.

Nate didn't know why picturing her with another man in the room was a turn-on and he'd rather die than admit it to her. Just thinking of her cheating on him was driving him to take bigger and bigger risks. Breaking into her computer was a complete violation and he knew it. Was it the fantasy that was pushing him to do this? He had told himself that if he stopped dreaming about the other man lapping at her, that his suspicions would dissolve and he'd be at peace with her once more.

It sounded logical but proved to be impossible. Nate jerked himself faster and faster as he imagined listening to the other man lick his wife's perfect lower lips as she fucked him, harder, faster, squeezing her soaking, wet pussy on his cock as she shivered with the ecstasy that was entering her and washing down her body with every move.

Nate bit his lip hard as he came all over himself, feeling the orgasm rip from his body and cover the bed below. The worst part was that it was no longer just the sight of her ass bouncing on him, not even recalling her tight, wet opening. It was knowing that the other man was pleasing her more than he was.

*****

Oh, baby, that's so good, she moaned. Hannah was only wearing the t-shirt, her normal attire for bed, especially on nights when she wasn't in the mood. It was her signal to Nate not to push his luck. This morning, he wasn't paying attention and so far, his wife had been nothing but responsive.

He had been awake for almost thirty minutes and he'd felt her warmth all around him under the covers. Her calves were entwined with his and her satiny thighs were parted. Hannah stirred when he began to stroke his half-hard cock and Nate held his breath as she turned and wrapped her leg around his. She was bare under the t-shirt. Her lower lips were damp and parted, almost as if she knew what he had been dreaming all night and secretly was encouraging him.

Nate stroked himself softly through his underwear as he traced the outline of her breast through the t-shirt, watching as her dark pink nipple rose and hardened as he caressed her. He wouldn't reach underneath, not yet. He would slide his hand down her waist and then to her hips, especially now that the t-shirt had ridden up and exposed her bareness.

Hannah usually shaved and her lips were as bare as the day she was born, something that Nate found terribly sexy and yet it seemed as if it should be forbidden. Her wide eyes, her girlish lips - no wonder even his friends were writing her messages and offering her whatever she wanted. She was that kind of woman. She inspired lust and evoked secret longings.

Nate had moved down on the mattress and found himself facing her plump, open lips. She smelled sweet, her other perfume, the intoxicating scent of her sex. It called to him and he'd never been able to resist her yet. On their second date, she'd left her panties behind after kissing for hours in his bed. As soon as he'd found them, he'd pushed his nose into the wisp of material that had ridden between her legs and inhaled deeply. Once he'd smelled her, he had been obsessed with tasting her. He had licked the fabric and writhed as he fantasized about the beautiful girl sitting on his face.

Hannah smelled and tasted just as delicious now and that was what had given him pause about the vibrator in the bed. He had never been stingy with his mouth. In fact, sometimes she had pulled him up from between her legs and begged him for cock. Was it really just for fun or was there some secret longing that his wife had and couldn't share with him?

He touched her gently from her pussy to her mound, his finger feeling all the dampness that lie between her legs. She sighed louder, parting her legs for him even wider. Nate found her clitoris and began to stroke her bud in quick circles, as he knew the vibrator did. Perhaps he just needed to pay her some more attention.

Baby, yes, just like that, she spoke just above a whisper and Nate looked up to see if her eyes were open, but they were closed tightly. Whoever Hannah was speaking to was in her dream just as she had been in his the night before.

He licked his finger and began to use more pressure. He had watched her masturbate with her hand as well and he knew what she liked. Nate had gone so far as to sit between her legs when she touched herself. Hannah could make herself squirt and he'd never been able to on his own. If he'd failed her as a lover, it was that and he couldn't begin to describe how exciting it was to watch as he watched the spasm rock her body and the burst of her creamy ejaculate shoot from her and coat her nakedness. Afterward, he had bent his head to lick it all up, tasting her on his tongue, then down his throat, in his stomach, deep inside.

Nate wondered if the lover, the one that had taken his place, at least in his imagination, could give her that. Is that why she had spent so many nights away? Is that why he had been reduced to this, to sneakily forcing himself on her while she slept? It was dangerous to let his paranoia get a hold of him so early; he had to push it out of his head. He needed to touch her, to feel her, to watch Hannah shiver under him and beg for more, that was all. He just needed to fuck her.

He bent his head and let his tongue follow where his finger had been. A long lap from her pussy to where her lips met and when he stopped and licked her clitoris, the cry that came from her was one of longing. Yes, oh God, she moaned. She was hoarse and pushing her hips up to him and all the while, she was still half asleep. Was she really that tired or was it easier for her to imagine her lover this way?

Nate looked up at her as he settled there, between her thighs, parting her bare lips with his fingers and licking her slowly, letting the pressure build, watching her clit flutter and throb with each touch. The small, pink pearl was growing quickly. The hood drew back. It had darkened and with every touch of his tongue, she panted and her body asked for more. When he wrapped his lips around her to drink from her, his tongue bathing her steadily as he sucked on her harder, she opened her mouth with a gasp, saying, Fuck, what are you doing to me?

Nate didn't bother answering. His eyes were still on her face as he filled his mouth with her sweet taste, her scrumptious body, and her wet need that was flowing from her. Yes, baby, suck on me. Jesus, you could make me cum so good like that, she sighed. Hannah fucked his mouth now and watched as her husband worshiped her delicate flesh.

Your tongue, your mouth, she moaned and ran her fingers through his dark hair, blowing him a kiss as she did so, and trembling under him. He gulped down every bit of her, tasting her velvety warmth in his mouth. Hannah was sweet and earthy and hot all at the same time and when he released her with his lips, just leaving his tongue where he knew that she needed it, she sobbed and pushed up to meet his mouth.

Nate, yes, baby, you're going to make me cum, get ready, she shuddered and Nate wondered if today would finally be his lucky day, where she would spill all over him. If she did, he would grab her hips and roll her over on top of him, feeling her perfect snatch as she almost drowned him in her torrent of juices.

His wife's thighs were covered in goose bumps and he tasted the sweet rivulet that ran from her, rooting his face between her lips. Nate covered his face in what he didn't drink and cupped her cheeks with both hands as he pulled her bottom up so that he could rub his face along all of her. Yes, God, she continued to cum and he took it all. He wanted more and would have happily stayed in his position until a second or third time had passed but she needed cock.

Do it, she pulled his shoulders, meaning that she wanted him up, inside her, on top of her, taking her. Fuck me, today is the day, she whispered in his ear as he hovered over her, fill me up with a baby.

Nate drove into her. If she hadn't been drenched and soaking wet with want, it would have been painful. He pushed from tip to base, the entire length of his long, thick shaft, all the way inside and watched her eyes get big as she took it all. That was what she needed, all of these lonely nights, sitting at her desk and staring at her computer while he pined away for her at home. She needed her husband. She needed to take his cock. Hannah would be so much better off with a few more orgasms and screw the job.

As soon as he remembered her job, he could see Robert on top of her and the image of her under him, on the top of her desk, his cock pumping in and out of her and her fingers running along his body as her voice grew louder and louder as she called out for more.

Fuck me, baby, Hannah was under him but Nate could have sworn that the voice came from his daydream.

Take it, Hannah, take that big dick, he felt her melt into her, legs wrapped around him as she drew him in and her hands skimmed along his back. He was wet with sweat and covered in her scent, he backed up just to bury himself at her core once again.

Fill me up, mark me with your cum, baby, she moaned. Her eyes were closed again and Nate could almost see her, under him, begging the unknown lover to spill his seed deep within and make her his. He had to stop - what was he doing? She loved him. She had proven it in the messages with his so-called friend, but his daydream was turning into an obsession that seemed dark and sinful.

I am going to fill you up, honey, and give you a baby, he said. If he weren’t such a prick, he wouldn't be spying on her. He'd just be busy getting her knocked up, that's what she really wanted after all, wasn't it?

Oh, Nate, she was back, those big, blue eyes full of sweetness as she looked into his, yes, you know I want a baby. Her body responded to his cock perfectly, sliding down to the bed and slamming up against his hips, taking every inch of him, squeezing him tight inside with every push.

Here it comes, honey, he moaned. His lips were almost touching her earlobe as he murmured the words and as he heard their skin bump and grind, the image came back. He could see it all so clearly. Hannah and the mysterious lover. He was watching her squirm and slither up and down on his engorged dick and, for a moment, he couldn't tell if it was a sick jealousy that thudded inside of him or a pang of desire.

Nate erupted at her center and felt the ecstasy rip through his body as he filled her with long, hot spurts of his orgasm. He reached for her calves, holding her thighs in place as he continued to let go deep inside Hannah. Someone had told him that holding her legs up helped keep his seed where they wanted it and even if it sounded like something an old lady had sworn on, Nate figured, at this point, it was better to be safe than sorry. Any little thing helped.

Wow, that was hot, he said. He sat up and traced his finger around her round lips and realized that he hadn't kissed her once. In fact, they didn't kiss much at all any more, just a quick peck on the cheek now and then. When had that happened?

Get up, I have to get ready, she was kicking him out already. This was the change, or at least part of it. Before Hannah had always enjoyed lingering with him in the bed. Now it was as if she could hardly wait to wash him off of her.

How about a kiss? he tried to press his mouth against her sexy lips but she just moved and he watched as she scrambled off the bed, getting away from him as quickly as possible.

I said I have to get ready, Hannah rolled her eyes at him, I don't know what the big deal is.

The big deal, he thought, was that he wanted to get up and grab her by both shoulders and drag her back to his arms. The big deal was that he was watching the love of his life slowly drift away and he didn't know what to do to get her back.

*****

It was a mistake to watch the video. Nate realized that now as he tried to sleep and could hear his pulse in his ears as his heart continued to race. Why was he so stupid as to sign on to her computer again? He had reprimanded himself the whole time, but it was almost as if he were having an out of body experience. He