Chapter 6: Break into Two
The room seemed to spin around Sarah as she focused her gaze on her husband Mark, their voices droning together in a pleasant enough melody that her mind barely registered. Her thoughts, however, were completely consumed by the fingers brushing aside the flimsy barrier of her thong and teasing her drenched folds.
Richard's fingers moved along her slit with an incredible expertise, and Sarah felt her resolve crumbling away faster than she cared to admit - even to herself.
After all, she was still a married woman, and this kind of betrayal was something she never thought she'd be complicit in.
Her mind raced with indecision and guilt, but as Richard's skilled touch drew closer and closer to her clit, she realized that she was rapidly losing control. Her body trembled beneath the table, her arousal growing steadily with each caress.
"Fuck, Sarah," Richard whispered hoarsely, the words barely audible above the steady hum of conversation at their table.
"You're drenched."
Desire surged deeper into her core as his fingers toyed with the swollen, sensitive nub, rendering her speechless. Sarah bit down on her lower lip, trying in vain to hold in the moan that threatened to spill past her lips.
As his fingers continued to expertly tease her aching sex, Sarah found herself bucking her hips in a silent plea for more. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, desperate and uncontrolled, urging him on without words.
Sarah's desire was building steadily with every brush of Richard's talented fingers upon her clit. Each stroke evoked a pleasure so intense and profound that it filled her core, boiling over like water onto an open flame.
But Sarah refused to let Richard win. She will NOT betrays her husband. She clenched her teeth and resisted the orgasm that was fast approaching.
Richard, seemingly not satisfied, continued to probe her needy cunt without mercy. His fingers slid inside of her, discovering that she was already soaking wet and incredibly responsive.
"You're not gonna cum for my husband, are you?" Sarah managed to ask, her voice thick with desperation and anger.
Her body betrayed her, as a low, wet whimper escaped her lips and her fingernails dug deep into the polished wood beneath the table, leaving marks as she scratched them in frustration.
Richard's hand, however, kept a steady pressure on her clit, circling and teasing her to the very edge of orgasm, only to slow down just before she would explode.
"Come on, Sarah, let loose," Richard growled, his voice husky with need as his thumb stroked her sensitive nub relentlessly. "I bet you've been wanting this for a while, haven't you?"
She couldn't respond, not with her mouth stuffed with the bread from the meal they'd been sharing.
It was a welcome distraction from the sinful sensations playing between her legs, giving her time to regain her mental footing.
Hell, she'd barely had time to process Richard's words, let alone respond. This whole fucking situation was insane, bordering on masochistic. How could she not have noticed a finger buried deep inside her? She felt herself growing wetter with each teasing stroke, and squeezed her eyes shut in frustration.
Fuck, why didn't she just push his hand aside and remove the temptation between her thighs?
She could barely concentrate as Richard slowly slid a second finger next to the first, stretching her slightly. It felt too good. She bit her lip, tasting the sweet tang of red wine.
Sarah could hardly believe what was happening. Was she really going to let Richard make her cum here in the restaurant while her husband was just a few feet away talking to his boss? The shame of it was both humiliating and exhilarating.
Her body screamed for release, for Richard's fingers to send her crashing over the edge.
But she refused to give in. She will resist the orgasm at any cost. She was a good wife and she won't let this man make her cum no matter how horny she was.
Sarah clenched her teeth, her hands gripping the edge of the table. She could feel her body trembling with every stroke of Richard's fingers, the pad of his thumb pressing rhythmically against her swollen clit.
Richard's skilled fingers danced around her sensitive nub with agonizing precision, and Sarah bit back the moans that threatened to spill forth. She wouldn't let him have this victory.
Sarah's resolve hardened as she glared at Richard, and she mentally prepared to put an end to this debacle.
She had to remain stoic and unyielding, no matter how intense and close to climax she had become.
"No," Sarah finally managed to choke out between clenched teeth. "I won't cum for you, Richard. I can't betray my husband like that."
Despite her defiance, Richard had no intentions of stopping his relentless assault on her throbbing clit. His cruel, hypnotic fingers worked her building ecstasy like a precision instrument, each movement ratcheting up the pressure as they slid back and forth in an expert rhythm.
Sarah gritted her teeth, resisting the orgasm that was threatening to tear her apart.
"You're making this harder than it should be," Richard muttered, the cruelty lurking in his voice sending an electric shiver down her spine.
She could feel him watching her, knowing that she was on the precipice of surrender. Her cheeks flushed with shame, the reality of what she was allowing to happen sinking in. She bit down on her lip as her body twitched and quivered, every limb struggling against the restraints of her own desires.
But she stayed strong, managing to push away the onslaught of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.."