Chapter 10: Break into Three
Richard's fingers slowed their rhythm, gently pulling away from Sarah's swollen clit, leaving her longing for more. She had been so close, teetering on the edge of pure ecstasy, only to be denied by his cruel, taunting games.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Sarah hissed through clenched teeth, her words hardly audible above the dull hum of the restaurant's background noise. Frustration and anger bubbled up inside her, threatening to spill over at any moment.
Sarah couldn't believe Richard had done this, intentionally denying her the orgasm she desperately craved. She glanced nervously at her husband Mark, who was still deeply engrossed in conversation with Katherine.
Her mind raced. Should she excuse herself and head back to the restroom in the hopes of finishing what Richard had started? Or confront him about his audacious teasing in front of their spouses?
But before she could come to a conclusion, Richard's devilish grin reappeared and his hand was once again stroking her pussy and thumbing her clit.
"Mmm, you're so goddamn wet, Sarah," he murmured. His voice had dropped an octave, turning low and seductive. "You like this, don't you?"
His fingers dipped back into her slit, teasing her opening and gliding through her slick arousal. Sarah gasped, trembling at the touch, her mind darting between unbearable pleasure and the illicit thrill of getting caught.
"Fuck you," Sarah replied.
"I'm not going to let you make me cum here."
Richard smirked, his fingers continuing their assault on her aching clit. "But you want to," he whispered hoarsely.
"Stop it," she pleaded, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. Her breath hitched as he increased the pressure, making her pussy clench. She closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud.
The tablecloth was the only thing concealing their illicit act.
Sarah's fingers gripped the edge of the table so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her legs were trembling uncontrollably and the sweet, heady pleasure building in her core threatened to shatter her resolve into a million fragments.
Richard plunged his fingers deeper into her slick cunt, curling them expertly to find that spot that made her writhe in tormented delight. He fucked her steadily, each wicked pump of his fingers stoking the fire within her, driving her unyielding need to new heights.
Sarah gritted her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried her damnedest to fight the orgasm she knew was imminent.
Richard didn't seem to care one bit that they were in a public place; that her husband was only a few feet away. With every skillful thrust, he pushed her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. All she could do was squirm in her seat and desperately pray she would make it through their dinner unscathed.
She was about to cum and there was nothing she could do to stop it no matter how much she resisted. Her husband left her too horny before dinner.
Now, under the dimmed lights of the fancy restaurant, Sarah was losing control. The ache in her pussy was growing stronger with every brush of Richard's thumb against her clit. Richard, her husband's boss, was sitting so close to her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek as they carried on a casual conversation about work.
But she wasn't paying attention. Richard's thumb was teasing her, pushing her closer to that elusive edge.
"Goddamnit, Richard," Sarah murmured under her breath.
She could feel her resolve crumbling, and the mounting pressure in her core was going to explode. A nanosecond before she could cum, Richard withdrew his hand again. For the third time today, she had been denied on the verge of a massive orgasm.
The fire in her core burned even brighter, and Sarah couldn’t help the frustrated moan that spilled from her lips. Richard smiled and pushed his fingers back to her swollen clit. A clit that was pulsating with the need to cum.
Richard brought her even closer. Each passing minute, her arousal mounted. The illicit desire that flooded her senses made her heady and drunk, almost to the point of losing herself. She was burning alive with a desire so intense, she could hardly contain it.
Amd again, without warning, Richard removed his invading fingers, pulling away from the heat they generated. This time he removed his hand entirely from between her thighs, leaving Sarah's body begging for the release that was moments away.
She looked at him, wide-eyed in shock. Her body was shaking, and a wave of frustration washed over her. She was so close, mere moments from reaching the peak of pleasure when he abruptly pulled away.
"Why the fuck are you doing this?" she snarled, her voice dripping with anger.
Richard looked back at her, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Because I know how badly you want it, Sarah," he said, his voice a low growl.
Without another word, he reached under the table once more and began to finger her again. This time, with more urgency and intensity than before.
His fingers dove deeper, expertly finding her G-spot and rubbing it in just the right way. Sarah moaned loudly, causing those at the table to pause and glance her way. Mark seemed not to notice, but Katherine's eyes narrowed as she studied her husband's boss and Sarah.
Richard's thumb worked furiously on her swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure to radiate throughout Sarah's body. It wasn't long before her toes curled and her legs started to shake uncontrollably.
"Honey, when did we do that trip to the Bahamas," Mark asked Sarah.
"During the summer, a few months..." In the middle of her answer, Richard used two fingers to unleash a furious assault on her . Sarah, having been on the precipice of an orgasm several times today and denied, had no chance. Her pussy exploded in the biggest orgasm of her life.
"Aaghh" Sarah grunted and convulsed without finishing her answer to the question Mark asked.
Her body betrayed her, trembling as Richard's fingers relentlessly played with her clitoris beneath the tablecloth, sending wave after wave of satisfying pleasure coursing through her veins.
Mark perked up at Sarah's sudden reaction, his brow furrowed in concern. "Sarah, are you okay?"
A moment passed before Sarah could answer. "It's just a muscle spasm," she breathed out, still coming down from the euphoric orgasm.
Her entire body was flushed, a thin layer of sweat covering her skin despite the cool air conditioning in the restaurant.
Mark's brow relaxed, and he seemed satisfied with her answer. Sarah glanced over at Richard, his eyes penetrating hers as they shared a moment of understanding. He'd brought her to the brink of cumming, taking her to the edge of insanity before denying her the release she craved. It was cruel, but incredibly hot.
And Sarah's pussy was still gushing. Her breasts were heavy and covered in sweat. She was a mess.
Sarah's chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, still reeling from the explosive climax Richard had just granted her. She couldn't believe she let Richard win and make her cum.
For a blessed few minutes, things went back to normal and Sarah started to calm down a bit. But, as before, she felt Richard's hand on her pussy again.
This time Sarah was determined not to let him bring her to orgasm again. She couldn't allow herself to lose control in this public setting, with her husband so close by.
"Richard, stop it," Sarah pleaded, trying to wriggle out of his grasp again. "People are watching."
But Richard merely smirked, his fingers quickly finding her clit and resuming their maddening rhythm. Her husband was so busy discussing business that he didn't even notice the way Sarah's body tensed as Richard teased her sensitive button.
Sarah gritted her teeth and tried to think of anything other than the incredible pleasure Richard's fingers were giving her.
But it was no use. Richard's touch was too skilled, too practiced. With each pass of his fingers, Sarah could feel herself slipping closer and closer to the edge.
"Richard, please," she begged. "I can't take it anymore."
But Richard only chuckled, his fingers moving faster and faster. Sarah could feel her orgasm building, growing stronger with every flick of his thumb.
Her previous orgasm only made her more sensitive and produced more lubrication for Richard's fingers.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will the sensation away, but it was no use.
"Richard, please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. But Richard ignored her pleas, his fingers moving faster and faster. Sarah's hips bucked involuntarily, her body betraying her as she drew closer and closer to the edge.
Just as she was about to cum, Richard suddenly pulled his hand away, leaving Sarah panting and trembling in her seat.
She was livid with frustration and couldn't help but curse under her breath.
"Wh-what the fuck, Richard?" Sarah demanded, trying to compose herself while glaring at the man across the table.
Richard chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly. "DInner is over," he said. "Everyone is going home."
Richard stood and adjusted his pants, hiding any evidence of his actions beneath the fabric. He pulled out Sarah's chair and held his arm out to lead her out of the restaurant.
As she started walking, Sarah realized she had a big problem. Her thong was grazing against her inflamed clit with every step. Richard left her right at the 3dge of an orgasm and now the movement of her thong was going to make her cum. She wasn't going to make it to the car!
Sarah stiffened and gritted her teeth. Just a little bit longer and she'll make it to the car without oragsming in front of everyone.
But with every step, she could feel her orgasm building in her core. She gripped Richard's arm tighter, hoping to steady herself and regain control of her erratic breathing.
They stepped out of the restaurant and into the valet area, where their cars were waiting for them. Mark was already standing beside their car, chatting with the valet as he waited for Sarah and Richard. Sarah caught his eye for a brief moment, but he didn't seem to notice anything unusual about her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing.
Before she could make it to the car, Sarah grunted as a tidal wave of an orgasm hit her.
Her pussy clenched and released, quivering in little tremors. She let out a loud moan, her eyes rolling back in her head and her knees buckling slightly. Richard caught her, supporting her weight and saving her from a embarrassing fall.
Sarah gasped and panted, feeling her legs go weak as she fought to regain control of her body.
The orgasm had overcome her, taking her by surprise as they exited the restaurant and onto the valet area. The car door was opened for her, but she stumbled getting in, leaning against the seat to keep from falling. Her head spun as the world seemed to blur around her.
Richard closed the car door, looking down at her with a wicked grin on his face. "Not quite able to hold off on your own, are you?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low, sultry growl.
Sarah glared at him, incapable of responding as she fought to catch her breath.
Her body still shook with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she dug her nails into Richard's arm.
"Honey, are you OK?" , asked Mark from inside the car.
Sarah barely registered the question. After an awkward silence, she finally could speak. "Yes. Another muscle spasm."
Instead of opening the car door, Sarah put her arm on the window of the car and stuck her head inside. "I'm OK," she said to her husband.
She was about to stand up and open the car door when she felt Richard's fingers penetrate her forcibly from behind. She was so wet that the fingers immediately slipped to her g spot while his thumb resumed its position on her clit.
Richard started rubbing vigorously while pushing against her G-spot, thrusting in and out.
Her husband was busy talking to her and didn't notice the movements behind her.
Sarah bit her lower lip, trying not to moan out loud. Her hips bucked back, pressing against Richard's invading fingers. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she was helpless to stop it.
Richard continued his relentless assault, and soon Sarah felt herself spiraling out of control.
Her body trembled with every thrust, straining against the control she struggled to maintain. Her eyes started to glaze over.
"Agggghhh!" Sarah cried out, unable to suppress a moan as her orgasm coursed through her. Her hips arched back into Richard's expert ministrations, resulting in a loud slapping sound as her body slammed against the car door.
Sarah's breathing came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving violently as she rode out her orgasm.
Richard never stopped touching her, his fingers continuing to explore her most sensitive spots as she came. When her orgasm subsided, she collapsed against the car, a whine escaping her lips as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Oh my God," she breathed out, a hand going to cover her mouth. "That was..."
"Another spasm?", said Mark. " We better get you home!"
Richard wordlessly kept Sarah pinmed to her car, still fingering her and using his other hand to keep her upright.
As she finally climbed into the passanger's seat, her body was shivering from the aftermath of the intense orgasm.
Her legs were still rubbery, and she was struggling to focus on anything but the lingering sensation in her cunt.
"Are you gonna make it?" Mark asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
" I'm fine, just a little dizzy," Sarah managed to utter, her voice barely above a whisper. The raw intensity of the orgasm still reverberated through her body, leaving her breathless and disoriented.
Richard, however, seemed unfazed by their near public display of passion. He took her hand and pressed it against his crotch, allowing Sarah to feel the hard bulge in his pants. Sarah gulped audibly, her eyes wide as she realized what he was implying.
" Is that for me?" she asked, her voice barely over a whisper.