Checking the mail brought a particular surprise that afternoon. A small, unmarked package accompanied the usual assortment of bills and ads. I scrunched my brow as I walked inside to ask my husband whether he had made a purchase recently. He smiled and said it was a surprise for me. Taking me to the bedroom, he opened the packaging to reveal a small, remote controlled panty vibrator. I squealed in delighted surprise. We had collected a variety of fun toys over the years, but this was something completely new and different. He would be able to control the speed and intensity of the vibrator while we were out in public, and there was nothing I’d be able to do other than to give in to the sensation.
We couldn’t wait to try it out. We had a dinner date planned for that weekend with our old friend, Eric and the girl he was dating at the time. We decided to get the vibrator all charged up and ready to take out with us. The thought of me having an orgasm at the table was intoxicating to imagine. My husband tossed me on the bed and climbed on top of me, pulling at my clothes as he began to kiss me. I giggled as his mouth trailed down my neck and nibbled my collarbone. Throwing our clothes aside, my husband moved to spread my legs with his strong hands. He pinned my knees wide as his tongue traced up my inner thigh, teasing me with the time he took. I reached down to pull his face to me, but he swatted my hands away and smirked his incredible grin at me. He was enjoying this. He wanted to see me squirm in anticipation.
I threw my head back in unbridled pleasure when his mouth finally met my awaiting pussy. My lips swollen with desire. He took his time to suck and lick each fold. My body shook as he slipped a finger in me while he licked against my clit. Curling his finger in me, I felt myself tighten around him, building my climax deeper in me. He pressed his tongue against my clit in a hard, circular motion and I poured out my juices into his mouth as I came. He took every drop of me with eager pleasure before moving up my body to kiss me. I could taste my heady sweetness on his lips.
Feeling the head of his hard cock press against my sensitive lips, I raised my hips to him, allowing him to smoothly plunge into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held his arms as he pumped. Long, slow pumps to start. He kissed me fervently as his shaft stretched me over and over again. My breathing started to quicken as his pace increased. He shifted a pillow under my back to raise my hips to him, allowing his cock to hit my g-spot perfectly. I grabbed wildly at the sheets as he fucked me hard. His breath deep and heavy against my ear. My body couldn’t hold on any longer and I began to squirt all over my husband’s cock and thighs, soaking the sheets as he continued to thrust in me. I felt him grow stiff and full and we both came with raw abandon, reveling in the moment together before having to go about our day.
The week finished out smoothly and before we knew it, it was time for our dinner date. I had selected a burgundy dress that accentuated my curves for the night. As I was slipping on my heels, my husband came over with the vibrator. We shared a smile as he slipped it into my panties and ensured it was secure. He ran through the settings to test it out and I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of how I’d manage to get through dinner with him teasing me. The vibrator was very intense at its highest setting.
On the way to the restaurant, my husband periodically turned on the vibrator to pleasure me. Each time, it took me by such surprise that I jolted a bit in my seat. Something I’d have to control better at the restaurant, we laughed. Eric and his date were waiting for us at the bar when we arrived. We shared a quick hug hello and I couldn’t help but think that Eric’s hand was exceptionally low on my hip as he embraced me. I didn’t mind. We enjoyed a cocktail at the bar and I surprised myself by how smoothly I had handled my reaction when my husband clicked the vibrator on. Granted, he had given me a pass with the low setting to start, but it was quite the thrill to hold a conversation while my clit was being teased so thoroughly.
Finding our way to the table for dinner, I took my seat across from Eric. We sat at a small, square table near the back of the restaurant, so I was a bit relieved to be in a semiprivate area, just in case I couldn’t contain myself properly. We made light conversation throughout the appetizers and enjoyed getting to know Eric’s date a little better. She was delightfully sweet and sassy. Just what Eric needed. My husband would sporadically turn on the vibrator mid-conversation and take me by surprise, but I started to anticipate it better, and even began to find myself enjoying it as the dinner progressed. He seemed to have settled into a little pattern with it, which I rather enjoyed.
Before our main course came out, my husband and Eric excused themselves to say hello to someone they knew who had just come in the restaurant. His date and I enjoyed a moment to ourselves, and I marveled at how sexy I felt in that moment, carrying on a casual conversation with a beautiful woman while being surreptitiously pleasured by my husband, who wasn’t even at the table with us. Just as our waiter was coming with our food, the men returned, and we dove into our delectable meal.
Between bites I would feel the vibrator start at various intensities, bringing a little smile to my lips each time. I began to slip away from the conversation as the intensity increased, and I found myself rotating my hips down into the chair to pull all the pleasure I could from it. My clit was pulsing with the rhythm of the vibrator, and I looked at my husband and smirked as I was on the brink of an orgasm. But as he locked eyes with me, he purposely brough both hands up to his mouth with his napkin to show me his hands were empty, just as the vibrator clicked to a different setting. My mouth gaped a little at the spark in his eye as he flicked a glance towards Eric. Could it be? I hesitated for a moment before shifting my gaze to Eric. But when our eyes met there was no doubt left. He had one hand up to his mouth, covering a devilish grin as his other hand disappeared under the table, clutching the remote to my panty vibe.
I drew in a sharp breath and tried to regain my composure as dessert was placed before us. The unspoken connection the three of us shared in that moment was electric. I could feel my pussy ache to cum as Eric continued to send me waves of pleasure under the table. It finally became too much to bear and I had to give into my release. Taking a bite of my chocolate dessert, I moaned onto the spoon in a thinly veiled attempt to pass off the cake as the source of my pleasure. Eric and my husband chucked that the cake must be delicious to deserve such a strong reaction. Flustered, I tried to deflect by asking Eric’s date how her dessert was, but that only fanned the flames, as she was blithely unaware as to why the three of us were so fixated on the desserts.
Eric finally relented his control of the remote and I was able to finish out the night smoothly. We said our goodbyes and made our way to the car to head home. While driving, I lifted my dress to remove the vibe, but my husband stopped me. He wanted to give me one last climax with it before we got home. I smiled and smoothed my dress back down. Settling into the passenger seat, I relished the sensations my husband started to send me. Between the vibrations of the car on the highway and the pulsing of the vibe, that was a ride home I’ll never forget.
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