"Parris?"
At the sound of my darling's voice coming from the bedroom, I dropped the hem of my brown, ankle-length skirt and smoothed the faux suede material at the waist and over my ass making sure I lacked any tell-tale lines. Turning back to the door, I "fluffed" my tits, lifting them gently to make sure they settled high in the lacy cups of a new demi-bra. My nipples, held firmly erect by a set of small gold rings, were distinctly visible under the soft, creamy silk of my blouse.
"Darlin', help me with this thing, will you?" David strolled into the living room fussing with a silk tie the same color as his deep blue eyes. "I hate these things," he sighed.
Turning around, I watched my lover's eyes scan my breasts, lingering on my hard nipples. "I know, lover. I'm sorry but thank you for coming to the gallery opening with me tonight. I really appreciate not having to go alone." Softly smoothing my palms over David's chest, feeling the intimate warmth of his skin radiating through the crisp cotton of his dark gray dress shirt, I adjusted his collar, tucking and straightening his tie. "You look very handsome tonight, Cowboy. If you aren't careful, I just might fall in love with you."
"And if you aren't careful, you're going to have every guy at the party following you around with their tongues hanging out," David smiled, creases forming at the corners of his eyes as his fingers grazed my nipples, sending tingles of arousal deep into my womb.
Pressing my breasts against his shirt front, I leaned against my husband, licking his neck just above his collar; kissing my way to just below his ear. "I love you, sweetheart. You're the most special man in the world to me," I whispered as his arms circled me, holding me close.
David's hands caressed my back through the sensual material of my blouse. "I love you, too, darlin'," he whispered in return, pulling away just enough to capture my lips and thread his tongue into my mouth to explore. We kissed for several long moments, our breath mingling, our tongues sliding back and forth over each other in a lazy, sinuous dance we began mastering the first day we fell into each other's arms.
Licking my way along David's lower lip, I gazed briefly into his eyes and breathed into his mouth, "I have a surprise for you, Cowboy. Hold out your hand." The lust in David's eye brightened to curiosity as he reluctantly released his hold on me and held out his hand. Running my tongue along the seam of his lips and kissing him again, I slipped the small, plastic transmitter I'd been hiding in my pocket into his hand. "Here, lover. I thought this might improve your outlook on tonight."
Cautiously, David examined the plain, rectangular black box. As his thumb flipped the switch on the front into the first-level position, he felt me jump slightly and make a small noise at the back of my throat. "Is this what I hope it is?"
For as long as either of us could remember, David and I bantered about getting a remote control vibrator. Often, as I stood at the kitchen sink after our evening meal, David wrapped his arms around me, gently sliding his hand down my belly into my panties to finger my clit. As he nibbled his way along my neck to my ear, he joked that if we had a remote control vibrator he might be able to get some rest from having to help with the dishes all the time.
Without a word, I pressed David's free hand against my pussy, through my skirt, so he could feel the vibrations of the wireless butterfly quivering against my clit. His smile broadening, David flicked the switch to the next highest level and heard the breath catch in my throat as the vibrations became stronger. "Just think about it, love," I smiled, my hazel-green eyes sparkling with mischief. "You can be all the way across the room tonight and still make me cum like a slut."
"I can hardly wait," he grinned, kissing me again, his mind already racing with possibilities. "But I can't help but wonder if you're going to regret this!"
The wind was starting to pick up as David and I made our way across the parking lot across from the Lavinia StrΕ‘m Arts Center. Dozens of times a week, I pulled into the lot, parked my car and walked in to work, but tonight my lover was escorting me, making all the difference. His hand gently pressed against the base of my spine as we crossed the street and reached to steady my steps, on low heels, over a ridge of snow plowed against the curb. With a light kiss on the corner of his mouth, I thanked him for being my gentleman cowboy and was rewarded with a quick fluttering of the butterfly against my clit.
As we entered the Arts Center, we were engulfed by the familiar sights and sounds of my second home. Faces in the crowd were familiar as well, and I smiled at the thought that none of them were any the wiser about the wetness burgeoning at the lips of my cunt. During our drive, David teased me with the same wicked, erotic talk we once shared only by long distance phone call. Driving me wild, David randomly alternated speeds on the vibrator while he described how he should ask to borrow ties from men at the opening so he could strip me naked in one of the galleries and tie me out, spread eagle to show everyone what a slut I was to wear a remote vibrator to a business event.
Making me writhe and mewl in my seat, David promised to fondle my naked tits for all the men to watch, inviting them to take turns in twos and threes, sucking my nipples and licking my cunt while he used the butterfly to turn me into a cock- hungry, cum slut that would beg every man at the opening, from the youngest to the oldest, to fuck me over and over again while he watched, finally bathing my face with his own cum.
"I want to watch you be a whore," David said, turning the vibrator to high, driving me to my first climax of the evening as he talked filth to me. "I want to watch those guys run their hands and tongues and cocks all over you, the only cunt for all those guys. They're going to line up to fuck your mouth and fuck your cunt and fuck your ass. Every time one of them dumps his load in you, I'm going to shove my tongue into you and taste it. Once all their balls are empty, I'm going to fuck my cum-soaked whore then spray my cum all over your face so everyone knows exactly who you belong to."
"Good evening, folks," the soft, bass voice belonged to a security guard I knew only as Ted, who often acted as security for evening functions at the Arts Center.
"Hello, Ted. Nice to see you again," I practically purred, sliding my hand along the sleeve covering the solid muscles of his forearm. "You look dashing in your uniform this evening."
"Thank you, miss," the large, black guard smiled down at me. "You look like you're already having a good time tonight."
"Oh, yes," I smiled back. "My husband came with me tonight and I couldn't be happier." With that, I introduced David to Ted and the two shook hands briefly and exchanged a knowing male look that acknowledged someone was getting a serious piece of ass tonight.
Stopping at the coat check, David slipped the wool wrap off my shoulders as I introduced him to the petite blonde behind the counter. "David, this is Tanya. Tanya is my student assistant," I smiled, noting how her big, blue eyes lingered on the nipples poking through my blouse. I knew David would notice too, since he knew my suspicions of Tanya's bisexual tendencies from my experiences of her often brushing against my large tits as we worked together and pressing her own, compact little breasts against the back of my hand whenever the opportunity presented itself as we moved artwork around the Center. "Tanya, this is my husband, David."
"I've heard a lot about you," David said, handing Tanya my coat with a smile and pocketing the plastic hanger ticket. "It's nice to finally be able to put a face to the name. Tell me," he paused, his hand still his jeans pocket flipping the remote switch on my butterfly to send a jolt through me. "Is Jarod working tonight? I'd like a chance to meet him, too."
Jarod was my senior intern; silent, shy and prone to blushing as he attempted to covertly watch my breasts moving under the clingy turtle neck jerseys I was in the habit of wearing. Although David heard plenty of stories about the attractive, intelligent young man and went so far as to incorporate his name into our sexual play, suggesting I should train him to crawl under my desk and eat my cunt on demand, my husband had never met Jarod.
"Jarod's tending bar," Tanya smiled. "He's so cute tonight. He even wore a tie."
Moving away from the coat check, David grinned from ear to ear, his hand resting once more on the small of my back, following my movements as I passed through the lobby. "Maybe I should try to talk Jarod out of his tie," he suggested. Keeping his voice low, David continued, "You know, when you move just right, it's possible to see the light catch on your nipple rings and show right through the lace in your blouse."
"Really?" I gasped with feigned shock, knowing the peek-a-boo effect of the lace inserts was precisely the reason I'd chosen to wear this blouse for the opening. From all outward appearances, the top appeared demurely tailored and professional in style. It would only be those who concentrated on the swell of my breasts who would notice my nipples were nearly visible through the lace.
"You're being a slut, tonight," David nuzzled close to my ear.
"Are you enjoying it?" I asked.
"You know I am," David replied.
"It's all for you, love," I smiled.
Grinning in return, David nodded at the temporary bar set up near the box office. "Would you like a drink, my beautiful slut?"
"Yes, please," I answered with a wink as we made our way through the crowd of socializing Art Center patrons, stopping occasionally to exchange greetings and chat. "Good evening, Jarod. How are things tonight?"
"Well," the quiet-spoken young man glanced back and forth between David and me, naturally assuming his customary parade-rest stance, hands clasped behind his back, his feet shoulder width apart.
"Jarod, I'd like to introduce you to my husband, David," I smoothed my hand over David's shoulder and down the center of this back, lightly scratching the material of his slate-gray jacket with my nails.
Shaking Jarod's hand, David watched a blush start to creep from the young man's collar toward his cheeks. "Nice to finally meet you, Jarod. That's a really nice tie you're wearing there. You know, it's funny how your name keeps coming up around our house. It seems you've made quite an impression on my wife." Turning to me, David asked, "Would you like the usual, darlin'?"
