*I don’t know, surprise me.*
What an open-ended statement. I’d been talking sex with my husband, commenting on all the erotica I’ve been reading lately, and how it was making me a bit curious. He seemed interested, asking questions here and there, trying to suss out what made me hot. Finally, he asked if there was anything in particular I was interested in trying out. I raised a playful eyebrow, bit my lower lip for a moment, and said it. “I don’t know, surprise me.” He nodded, looking pensive, and that was the end of the conversation.
Later, when he brought up going to dinner, I was nervous. He hadn’t said anything more on the subject of sex, just carried on with normal, boring conversations, watching tv, the things one does when one is bored. But every so often I’d caught him looking at me, thoughtfully. I was getting dressed to go out when he came up behind me and kissed me on the back of the neck. I sighed pleasurably and leaned back against him, feeling how solid he was.
He slipped his hand into my panties, but what I felt caressing me wasn’t his fingers. My eyes opened and I stood up a bit straighter so I could see what was happening-
I heard a soft *click*, and suddenly there was a shocking, thrilling buzzing sensation zapping through my body. I gasped, caught completely off-guard. Just as suddenly as it started, it ended, leaving me breathless.
“So I’d like it if you would wear this out to dinner tonight,” he said in a casual tone. He brought up his right hand, the hand that wasn’t in my panties, and showed me the remote for my wireless egg vibrator. “I’ll hold on to this part.”
My cheeks flushed bright pink at the thought of actually doing this thing I had read about so many times. Could I really go out in public like this? I could already feel myself getting wetter imagining it. I nodded, still a bit out of breath, and he smiled and brushed his lips against my ear. “The safe word is *unicorn*,” he breathed. I twisted my head around and quirked an eyebrow at him, and he shrugged. “It was on a top ten list I found,” he admitted, a bit sheepishly, and I couldn’t help but giggle.
My stomach was all butterflies as we headed to our favorite pho restaurant. We entered and were seated without incident, with me being hyper aware of the silicone shape sitting dormant, deep in my pussy. I had placed the tail up against my clit for good measure.
As the waitress came to take our orders, I felt the egg spring to life inside me. At first I was able to ignore it, but halfway through my order, the buzzing intensified. I stumbled a bit over my order, trying not to squirm in my seat. The tail of the egg picked up just enough vibration that it felt simply heavenly against my clit. My husband ordered smoothly, the waitress took our menus and left, and I looked at him, not knowing what to say, but unable to suppress a grin. He smiled back, and I felt the buzzing intensify again. This time I had to gasp, though I tried to stifle it, and I crossed my legs and squirmed, trying simultaneously to push the vibration away from my throbbing clit and to pull it in tighter. And then, just like that, it stopped. He waved a finger back and forth. “Ah, ah, ah… no cumming at the table.” I blushed furiously, trying to regain my composure as our food arrived.
The egg came back to life when I was midsentence, talking to him about my recent work trip. My voice faltered as I struggled to remember what I was saying. “Uh…see, they’ve got these really awesome, uh… paintings and stuff… everywhere…”
“Everything alright, love?” he asked, smirking. My breath was coming faster now.
“If…if you keep that up…” I panted softly. He raised an eyebrow and said nothing. “If you keep that up, I’ll cum,” I managed, blushing again, feeling the dripping wetness in my panties as I crossed and re-crossed my legs.
“Ah, I see,” he replied. The egg did not stop vibrating. He leaned closer to me, and began speaking in a hushed tone. “And you do so want to cum, don’t you, little pervert? You want to cum so hard you drench the seat and make everyone wonder what’s wrong with you. They know, you know. Everyone in this restaurant knows what a dirty little slut you are.” I moaned softly at the thought, a hot flash of lust spiking through my pussy. “They can all see it, can’t they? Because you *want* them to see. You aren’t hiding it. You aren’t running to the bathroom where you can have privacy. You *want* this room full of complete strangers to see you cum.” My entire body was beginning to vibrate softly. It was all I could do not to reach my hand down to finish myself off, right there in front of everyone. Gods, the thought was driving me wild! And through the fog that had descended over my brain, I could hear him still speaking, his voice low and intense. “So go ahead and do it, you little slut. Cum for me, right now. Cum in that chair, right where you sit. Cum for me. *Cum!*” And I did. I clapped a hand over my mouth to keep myself from crying out, did my best to keep my body from bucking, my hips from grinding into the seat. I rode the wave of my orgasm as quietly as I could, but I could hear muffled moans leaking out around my hand. At the end of it, I was left clutching the edge of the table and gasping for breath. At last, the vibration in my pussy ceased, and I could feel tension leaking out of my body. He reached across the table to grab my hand, smiling. He brought my hand up to his face and kissed my palm, my fingertips, the inside of my wrist, and I caressed the side of his face lovingly.
“So how was that?” he asked. I shook my head, amazed. I hadn’t quite regained my composure enough to speak. He seemed to understand, and grinned at me. “Well, just so you know, we aren’t going to do anything more here, although eventually…” and here his voice dropped again, “…eventually you are going to have to do something about this *massive* fucking hardon I have.” I grinned impishly and licked my lips.
“Road head?” I suggested, trying to seem innocent.
He seemed to think about it for a moment, and then shook his head. “No, I think I have something better in mind,” he said. “Don’t worry, you’ll find out.” His words sent a thrill of anticipation down my spine. “I can’t wait,” I said.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e3jf29/surprise_me_part_1_mfpublic_masturbation
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