Chapter 46. Good vibrations. [MF] [vibrator]

Taking one more look in the mirror, I brushed a few stray hairs from my eye and smiled at the final look. Tonight, my husband and I were attending a charity event and I felt stunning in my new dress. It was a shimmery, white dress that dazzled in the light. I slipped on my heels and searched for the right jewelry to complement the dress. Nothing seemed to be the right fit. I let out a sigh just as my husband walked in. He was already in his slacks and button-down. The cut of his sports coat accentuated his build in such a way that made me want to stay in for the night instead.

He crossed over to me and I ran my hands up his shirt, opening his coat just enough to feel his firm chest under my fingertips. A smile crossed his lips as he leaned down towards me. But instead of kissing me, his hands took me by the waist and turned me to face the counter. I felt his hands tug at the hem of my dress, inching it higher up my thighs until my panties were exposed. The countertop was cool against my forearms as I leaned on it, waiting to feel my thong being pulled aside.

But instead, I felt a small, cool sensation graze my thigh in an upward motion to my panties. Before I could look around to see what my husband was holding, a strong vibrating sensation ran through me as he held it against my panties, teasing my clit. My mind raced in between gasps, trying to imagine which of my vibrators he was using. This didn’t feel like any of them. “Do you like that?” his voice whispered behind me as I began to tense. “Oh, my gosh, yes!” I moaned, feeling my lips pulse and swell as my orgasm rolled through me.

My husband let out an accomplished laugh as he gave me a pinch on my ass and straightened my dress back down. Turning to him, I finally saw what had made such a strong first impression: a golden vibrator, no longer than a finger and the width of a pencil, lay in my husband’s outstretched palm. It was beautiful, and attached to a long, dainty chain. Could it be? I wondered. Almost in confirmation of my thought, my husband slipped it over my neck, the perfect necklace for the night ahead.

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  1. I was almost giddy in the car on the way to the event. My thoughts were a blur of excitement – would anyone recognize what I wore as being a vibrator? The notion made me somewhat nervous, but equally exhilarated. My husband’s hand rested on my thigh as he drove, a constant source of reassurance and encouragement for a thrilling evening.

    People were already filling the large hall as we walked in. The décor was lovely. Music flowed from the live band. Hors d’oeuvres were already being enjoyed. My husband and I checked our coats and began to mingle with various friends and colleagues. Wine now in hand, I found myself emboldened to chat with my necklace cheekily resting between my breasts. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself as we finally made our way to the table for the event to begin; several people had complimented my dress that night, and I secretly wondered whether they were including my necklace in their accolade.

    Taking our seats, I noticed the tablecloth was long, requiring me to take care as I sat so that I didn’t pull it and knock over the stemware. That wouldn’t be a pretty sight, I thought to myself. The dinner was delicious. As dessert was served, the various speakers began to give their words of praise to the night’s organization. Applause resounded through the hall periodically, allowing my husband to whisper naughty nothings in my ear. The last one though, made me grin uncontrollably.

    He suggested that I use the long tablecloth as coverage and use my necklace for a bit of fun during the final speech. After all, the lights were dimmed at this point, and our table was nestled near the side of the hall. His hand squeezed my thigh and then trailed up my arm to my neck. His fingers moved deftly as he unclasped the hook, prompting me to catch my necklace in such a way as to not draw attention. I quickly moved my hand down and used my cloth napkin as an added layer of coverage. Just in case.

    As the crowd clapped for the speaker to begin, I turned on the vibrator and held it against my satin panties. I drew in a sharp breath at the intensity of the small toy. My husband casually draped an arm around my chair, rubbing my shoulder with his thumb. I knew he could feel my breathing quicken with each rise and fall of my chest. The vibrator was quiet, but the steady pulse from it caused my pussy to swell in pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm, but bit my lip and tried to stave it off as long as I could. But it was too much to hold in. Thankfully, just as I began to peek, applause filled the room for the speaker, and I was able to let out the breath I had been holding back, any sound that came with it being masked by the crowd around me.

    “You’re so fucking sexy,” I more felt than heard my husband whisper into my ear as he pulled my chair out for me. The event had come to an end and I slipped my necklace back on discreetly before standing. We said goodbyes and gathered our coats before rushing to the car. Our words overlapped as we both began to share our thoughts of how daring and sexy the night had been.

    As my husband drove, I pulled at my dress and slowly teased myself over my panties for him to see. There was now a dark wet spot in the center of them. I pressed my finger against the wetness, feeling how swollen my pussy lips were against the fabric. My husband’s hand once again found its way to my leg, moving slowly up toward my panties. I laced my fingers through his and guided his hand to my warmth, holding him there until we were home.

    Unlocking the door to the house, I felt his hands at my hips, pulling me back into him. His cock was hard and pressed into my ass as I opened the door. I turned around and kissed him as we stumbled into the kitchen. Putting my purse down, I removed my coat and began to walk toward the bedroom, but he stopped me. My husband pulled me back into another deep kiss. Before I knew it, he had lifted me and sat me on the kitchen counter. His hands moved up my legs and spread them, giving him a closer view of the panties he had played with earlier.

    I pulsed as he kissed me, hearing the familiar sound of his belt and pants being removed. His hands grabbed under my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the counter. He nudged my panties aside, exposing all of me for him to take. I eagerly watched as he rubbed the tip of his cock along my slit, getting wetter with each pass he took. Closing my eyes, I relished the first thrust he gave me. Swift. Full. Hard. He didn’t hold back from the build-up of the night. He needed his release and was determined to find it deep within me.

    His hands gripped my ass as he rocked into me. My arms held on around his neck, pulling at the collar of his shirt. He fucked me passionately. Caught up in the moment of lust. No time to make it to the bedroom. My legs wrapped around his waist as I leaned back on the counter. My core grew warm and tight and I knew my climax was close. Clinching down on my husband, I felt him grow rigid. His breathing became harsh and ragged, adding to the heady aura, and sending me over the edge. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I began to cum all over my husband’s cock. He couldn’t hold back and pumped his seed deep into my wetness. Pulse after pulse resonated in me before he finally finished.

    We took a moment to catch our breath and I chuckled at the scene we had created. There I was, still fully dressed, laid out on the kitchen countertop, completely spent. My husband refastened his pants and helped me down from the counter. “I think the necklace was a hit,” he teased, kissing me once more before we finally headed to bed. I smiled and thanked him, letting myself drift off to sleep thinking of all the nights to come with my new jewelry piece.

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