Okay had a thought for another chapter. Goes into a little bit more detail of the night but not too much.

Enjoy and please R&R

Chapter 2

She woke up the next day shivering. Only a thin sheet covered her and the doors out to the pool were wide open allowing a chilling breeze to circulate the room. She turned and reached for her husband only to find him gone. She checked her watch. 10.45. She pulled another blanket on top of her and curled into a ball. An unwelcome soreness between her thighs turned her thoughts to the previous nights events. At the memory a sharp pain coursed though her body. She looked down at her hands again to examine her wedding bands and found dark purple bruises on her wrists. She thought back to the night before.

Carter pinned her down forcing all of his weight on to her impeding her ability to move. He kissed her harshly on the lips forcing his tongue into her mouth. His kisses were hungry and vigorous. He tightened his grip on her wrists and she moaned softly. He smiled and tugged at her t-shirt lifting it above her head. She took this chance to move her arms from above her head to around his neck. A short moment later she bit hard on his earlobe as he pushed her arching hips back down onto the bed. She called his name softly before he rolled off of her and they both lay back panting and gasping for breath. She smiled inwardly impressed at how short it had been but nonetheless satisfied.

Kirsten ran her hands across her bruises and wondered how she would explain them. It's not like she could place Sandy as the culprit.

As Sandy dropped a kiss on her forehead she ran her hands through his hair. He went down to her lips and kissed her gently before placing soft butterfly kisses along her collarbone. He continued to work his way down past the rise of her breasts to her perfectly toned stomach and along her thighs. She smiled enjoying his teasing. He made his way back up to her lips and gently massaged her tongue with his own. He brought her arms above her head and clasped her hands in his. "I love you," he whispered his eyes dancing with passion. "I love you too," she answered as his hands went to her waistband.

She cried softly under the blankets and cursed her weakness. She felt dirty. Almost disgusted with herself. She came home and made love to her husband only hours after fucking her co-worker. Her stomach jolted and she pounced from her bed grabbing her dressing gown on the way and wrapping it around herself before retching into the toilet. His face swam in her mind. She retched again. She'd have to see him at work. Sandy was going golfing with him in a few days. She'd have to lie to him everyday for the rest of her life. Another secret for the Cohens. She couldn't handle it but she knew that by telling him it would be selfish. She wouldn't do that to her family just to clear her conscience. It would have to eat her alive before she said anything. Or was she being selfish by keeping it from him? By saving her own skin instead of being an adult and facing up to her mistake? She heaved again for the final time and she felt her husband behind her pulling her hair from her face.

"Hey baby. You okay?" He asked. She turned to find her husband soaked through from his morning surf. The smell from the sea was overpowering but she didn't care. She threw herself onto him and cried, "Hey…" he laughed softly, "It's just a little bit of throw up." He said softly. Kirsten chuckled at Sandy's choice of words and replied smiling.

"Nice."

He pulled her closer to him and lifted her off of the floor, "You're done right?" he asked again trying to make her laugh. She nodded and buried her head into his neck. He crossed the room and laid her gently on the bed. He lay down next to her and pulled him to her. "Better?" he asked. She nodded shivering. He saw her quiver and he got up and pulled the doors closed and drew the curtain pulling the room into darkness. He got back into bed after pulling off his top and drying his body from the seawater. He pulled Kirsten toward him again and she averted her eyes from his. He frowned, "You okay?"

"Yeah I just had a little too much to drink last night," she answered. Too true. Sandy fixed his hands on her waist and placed his forehead against hers, "I wanna stay here for a while," Kirsten whispered. Sandy didn't answer. He simply drew her closer to him obviously feeling the same way. They lay there in the darkness for a while before Sandy broke the silence.

"Carter called." Sandy felt his wife tense instantly. He drew back to studying her face trying to work out what was going on with her, "He wants you to call him back." Kirsten nodded and closed her eyes. She ran her hands up and down his arm slowly tracing his muscular biceps. He was right about surfing being good exercise. She ran her fingers across his broad shoulders to his stomach. He tensed slightly as she grazed her fingers across his waist. "Ticklish," he said breathless. He brought his lips to her neck and kissed her gently. She sucked in her breath suddenly and ran her hands up his back. He pushed himself onto one elbow and looked down at her. Breathless, her eyes shining. She had never looked so beautiful. He bent down and kissed her again more forcefully on the lips but she pulled back, "Sandy I don't think…" she trailed off.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked concerned.

"I can't," she said tearful as she jumped from the bed to the bathroom. Sandy sat up and watched her in shock. What the hell was wrong with her?

Okay I don't know whether or not to have her tell him or not. So we havefour choices.

1. She says nothing and continues tortured by her secret.

2. Kirsten tells him and they have an argument about betrayal.

3. Carter tells him and they have an argument about betrayal and the fact that he had to hear it from someone else.

4. Or I could just give up altogether and leave it where it is.

Personally I like number 2 I could probably write it better but I wanna see what you all want.