Nix was ready for our date night. Her summer dress was light and flowing, brushing her thighs with every step, clinging in just the right places. As she came down the stairs, I clocked it immediately no bra. Her breasts bounced gently with each movement, a slow-motion tease, the fabric doing little to hide the shape of her nipples. She caught my eye and gave me that cheeky grin mischievous and radiant.
As she climbed into the car, she let the dress ride up her thighs just a little too high teasingly close to showing her knickers. Then she settled in, shifting her hips, her cleavage in full view. She was putting on a little show, and she knew it.
A night without the kids. No interruptions. Just us. She could hold my hand without little fingers tugging for our attention, no need to divide ourselves between requests and routines. Just the thrill of being alone together undistracted, undiluted. I could look at her without explanation. tonight, she wasn't just mummy or my wife she was temptation in a summer dress, and I had every intention of misbehaving.
Halfway to the restaurant, I glanced over to her and asked.
"On a scale from one to ten, with one being 'Not tonight, I've got a headache,' and ten being 'Pull over and do me now'... how sexy do you feel?"
She laughed, her voice playful, turning her head slightly with that knowing glint in her eye. "Probably an eight even a nine why?" There was curiosity behind her smile, the kind that always hooked me.
"Unlock your phone. Check the open tab," I said, trying to play it cool.
While she'd been in the shower, I'd opened a story on her phone
Hands-Free Satisfaction.
I'd read it weeks ago. It sparked something then, and the idea had been simmering ever since.
She tapped into it, and within seconds she was laughing light, melodic, a bit incredulous. "Remote-controlled vibrating knickers? Are you serious?"
I watched her closely. The laughter was real, but behind it was something else something I recognised. Curiosity. That quiet flicker of intrigue in her eyes, even as she kept reading. When she finally looked up, her gaze was locked with mine.
"So...?" she asked.
"Well, did you like it?" casual on the surface but already buzzing inside. "Could you see yourself trying something like that?"
She bit her lip, eyes dancing. "Yeah... I liked it. I can definitely see how it'd be fun. Why?"
"Have a look in your handbag," I said, trying not to give away the grin tugging at my lips.
She reached in and pulled out a small purple toy C-shaped, with tiny ridges along one end. Her fingers turned it over thoughtfully, pressing buttons, flicking through settings with a slowly growing smile.
She still hadn't put the pieces together.
"Soooo... fancy giving it a go?" I asked, my voice low, the suggestion and intent.
Her smile shifted, turned darker--wicked. "Oh yes. When we get home, it'll be fun."
I raised a brow. "No, gorgeous. When we get to the restaurant... you pop to the loo and... you know." I gave her a smirk that couldn't hide how much I wanted it.
My hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as I forced myself to drive naturally and not speed to the restaurant.
As we pulled up, I got out and opened her door. She reached for my hand. She looked at me, squeezed it. We walked into the restaurant. I asked for a quiet table for two, then followed the waiter to a softly lit corner romantic, secluded, perfect. We ordered, and just after the menus disappeared, she leaned in, lips brushing my ear.
"Back in a minute." She winked, then turned and walked away with a sway in her hips.
A few minutes passed. Part of me wondered if she'd lost her nerve. But then she reappeared, cheeks slightly flushed, that same mischievous grin in full force. No words were needed. "All good?" I asked.
She bit her lip again, eyes glinting. A silent nod.
We waited for the restaurant to fill out, for the clinking glasses and soft chatter to swell. Then I pulled out my phone and looked at her. "Ready?" She gave the tiniest nod,
I tapped the screen. Her eyes widened. A twitch in her thigh. A soft gasp she tried to mask with laughter. Fifteen seconds was enough.
"You okay?" I asked, leaning in.
She exhaled, cheeks pink. "Oh yes."
Through dinner, I pressed the button again twenty or thirty seconds. Each time, she squirmed slightly, sometimes gripping the table, other times biting her lip hard. She'd shoot me that mock-annoyed glare, but her eyes betrayed her.
I couldn't stop watching her. I shifted in my seat more than once, adjusting the bulge in my trousers before it became too obvious.
Paying the bill was almost as thrilling as teasing her. As the waiter approached with the card machine, I discreetly started the toy on low just a gentle hum a slow burn. Nix's hand appeared on the table to steady herself, fingers gripping the table cloth like she was bracing for impact. She turned to me with a raised brow and that look the one that said You bastard... don't you dare! stop it.
The waiter was oblivious, tapping away at the screen of his PDQ machine, while my wife began to squirm. Her thighs clenched. Her chest heaved. And through the thin fabric of her dress, I could clearly see her nipples harding, Nix started to flush, determined not to draw attention to our sinful little secret.
"I'll just pop the amount in for you, sir," he said, utterly unaware that the woman across from him was fighting off an orgasm with every buzz I sent pulsing through her.
I smirked, phone in hand, resisting the urge to crank it higher. I couldn't turn it off until the contactless went through. Her breathing was shallow now, her lips slightly parted, hips rocking ever so subtly in her seat. She was melting.
The waiter glanced up briefly curious, maybe suspicious but Nix forced a tight smile, biting her lip hard. She gave the softest moan, tried to disguise it as a cough. Her face was flushed, glowing with that exquisite blend of embarrassment and ecstasy.
I tapped the card machine with my phone, wi-Fi signal is slow in this corner," the waiter mumbled. As if I could read Nix thoughts, she was silently begging the gods of signal strength to hurry the fuck up.
glancing at Nix just in time to catch her legs twitch beneath the table.
Finally "Beep". Approved. The receipt printed, the waiter offered his thanks, as he turned away, I unlock my screen turning off the toy.
Nix exhaled like she'd been underwater. She shot me a murderous, horny glare that said only one thing: You are going to pay for that...
"Seriously?"Nix almost growling with pretend anger, I laughed. "You're lucky it was on low."She laughed at my defence.
After dinner, she asked to wander through the late-night shops. The air was warm, the street buzzing with couples and laughter. As we approached the car, I flicked the toy to a steady pulse. She buckled at the waist, grabbing her skirt between her legs.
"I've got to fix this thing it's about to fall out of my thong!" she gasped, trying to adjust discreetly.
I blinked. "Thong? What happened to your usual knickers?"
