Sarah was on the verge of orgasming for the 9th time that night. She hadn't had that many orgasms in single night since her college days.
She looked up at him as he looked down into her eyes as he continued to work his hips into fucking her with long deep strokes. He was close to orgasming, and this was his 4th that night.
Less than a few hours ago, both of them were complete strangers in a bar. But now, here he was with his fingers intertwined with hers as he held them above her head. Sweating against each other's bodies, as they were both on the verge of sharing yet another orgasm.
He clenched his eyes tight as he tightened his grip on her hand and came gushing into her, as her thighs tightened and shivered in an orgasm of her own. He collapsed on top of her as both their hearts paced within their chests as they held each other in their arms like a newly married couple on their honeymoon.
Andy rolled onto his back as he raised his head up to check the time on the clock on his nightstand. It was just over 2 in the morning. Both of them were completely drained and hungry over their heads.
Sarah laid on the bed panting, as she looked up at the ceiling with a smile on her face. A moment later Andy pulled himself up into his ass and told her that he's gonna get something to eat. When Andy pulled himself up to sit, Sarah immediately jumped up off her back and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. She laid her head on his shoulder and planted a peck in his neck. Just as she did kissed him, she noticed the ring on her finger. She immediately gasped and pulled herself off the bed and excused herself to the bathroom.
She held herself up in front of the mirror and splashed some water on her face. She was in an open marriage, this shouldn't bother her, but why does she feel the guilt.? She knew she couldn't let a mere one night stand fuck with her head. But this didn't just feel like a mere one night stand. It almost felt like she was falling in love with this guy. She looked at herself in the mirror staring at herself into the mirror. Is thus what it feels like to be cheating. Her throat was beginning to grow dry. She began sweating to the very thought of situation. She couldn't let herself go down to that place which was why she agreed to hold an open marriage with her husband in the first place. She looked down at her hand and pulled off her ring and kissed it over by the side of the sink and splashed some more water on her face as grabbed the towel as walked out. With the ring off, she chose to not deal with this at the moment. And so she shook herself off the guilt and walked out.
She walked over by the bed and saw the T-shirt he had worn that night to the bar, on the floor by the bed. She grabbed it and pulled it over her head as she made her way out to the living room looking for him.
Andy was in the kitchen and she saw him fixing something and took a stroll into the living room. She found her panties on the floor by the couch. She grabbed them and slipped into them. She looked around the living rooms and stumbled over her clutch she dropped the previous night. She picked it up and pulled out her phone. She had, had about 11 messages from her husband. She held the phone up to her ears as she listened to them one by one and walked about the living room and over to the kitchen.
She saw a two delicious plates of chicken on the table. As she neared the table with her phone over her ear, Andy wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest and whispered into her ears as his hands trailed up to her breast, "This T-shirt looks better on you than it ever did on me.." and kissed her shoulder before pulling away. He placed himself behind one of the chairs and offered the lady a seat before he sat down himself.
Sarah was done with all her messages by then and she placed the phone down on the table and picked up the fork and the knife. She glanced at him and began as her hand worked on the plate.
"Ummm So, will I ever get to know anything more about you, than just your name..?"
He took a glance at her in between the bites and began,
"Do you WANT to complicate, whatever this is we have right here...?"
"Well, considering what we've been doing the last few hours, I just thought we owe ourselves a proper introduction." She slashed at him in the mental turmoil of her guilt. She had completely ignored the time in which she spoke to him.
He smiled and took a sip of the water before her began,
"Well, I'm the head chef at the 'Sultan's kitchen'." He hesitantly continued. "I am happily married to my wife Cindy. She works as a personal associate to one high levellers at Ben's Corp. Her job demands her to travel a lot and so we've had an arrangement. Hence tonight... " he pointed the fork at Sarah and resumed eating.
The moment he said that he was married and that his wife worked at Ben's, she almost choked. But as he spoke she realised that he was in a similar situation like she was with her husband. A smile crept up to her face. And she was beginning to relax.
"Ummm well, I hold a desk job at a law firm and I'm married as well. And my husband also works at Ben's. He's the head of marketing. I'm guessing our better halves probably know each other." She giggled.
Andy was startled at her mention of husband being at Ben's. But relaxed as she continued. Andy wasn't showing it much but tonight was something of a special night for him as well.
Andy has had his share of one night stands with both men and women but never really felt like he's cheated in his wife, until tonight. Little did they know that both of them were contemplating the same thought in their head as they talked.
They talked for a while until they were done with the food. Sarah offered to clear the table and they continued to talk about each other's lives and spouses. They continued to learn more and more about each other. They constantly felt the desperate need to tell each other everything.
Once they were done at the sink Andy leaned over Sarah's back as she whiped the last of the dish with a dry towel. He closed his chest against her back and wrapped finger around her wrist as he slid it over to the towel and the plate and placed on the counter.