Secret Vibrations, Silent Bliss

The rain hammered against the windows of “Luigi’s Trattoria,” a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the anticipation thrumming beneath my skin. My wife, Sarah, had been insistent – a week ago, she’d casually mentioned a new purchase, a vibrating panty with a discreet remote control. She’d spoken about it with a mischievous glint in her eyes, a secret desire bubbling beneath the surface. She’d even left a small, velvet pouch on the nightstand, containing the device. It was absurd, ridiculous even, but the thought of indulging her fantasies, of taking control in a way she’d never experienced before, was too tempting to resist.

We’d made reservations at Luigi’s, a dimly lit, romantic Italian restaurant known for its intimate atmosphere and exceptional pasta. The idea had been born out of sheer audacity, a playful challenge to our usual routine. I’d slipped the remote into my pocket, feeling a thrill course through me as I scanned the room, searching for the perfect moment. The waiter, a burly man with a thick mustache, brought our wine – a robust Chianti – and I took the opportunity to discreetly position myself across from Sarah, my gaze locked on her face.

She was beautiful, even with the slight flush of excitement creeping up her neck. The anticipation was palpable, a silent conversation passing between us. The restaurant was busy, filled with the murmur of conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the aroma of garlic and tomato sauce. But in that small corner of the room, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

As the evening progressed, I carefully monitored Sarah's reactions, keeping the remote hidden in my hand. The first few minutes were tense, filled with a nervous energy that made my palms sweat. Then, as she began to giggle, a genuine, unrestrained sound, I knew it was time.

I pressed the button, and a low, persistent vibration emanated from her panty. It wasn’t aggressive, not yet, but it was definitely there, a subtle hint of pleasure building within her. Sarah shifted slightly in her seat, her eyes darting around the room, a mixture of excitement and apprehension on her face.

The vibrations increased in intensity, becoming more insistent, more insistent, each pulse sending a shiver down my spine. Her breathing became heavier, her body subtly tense, as if she were struggling to contain her arousal. The other patrons seemed oblivious to the private drama unfolding between us, lost in their own conversations and meals. But I was completely consumed by the moment, lost in the intoxicating sensation of her pleasure.

I adjusted the rhythm, increasing the pace and intensity, pushing her further and further into the realm of ecstasy. With each pulse, she let out small, involuntary moans, her body convulsing with pleasure. Her face flushed a deeper shade of red, her eyes glazed over with a blissful abandon. The desire was evident, a raw, primal force that demanded to be unleashed.

As the vibrations grew stronger, Sarah began to writhe in her seat, her movements becoming more frantic, her struggles more desperate. The feeling of control was exhilarating, both terrifying and liberating. I could feel her heat radiating against my leg, her body practically begging for release. It was a dangerous game, one that could easily spiral out of control, but I was determined to push her to the very edge of her limits.

Suddenly, a waitress approached our table, her face a mask of polite curiosity. "Is everything to your liking, Madam?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle. I quickly glanced at Sarah, who was now completely lost in her pleasure, oblivious to the intrusion. I smiled politely and shook my head, signaling that everything was perfect. The waitress nodded and moved on, leaving us alone once more.

The waitress caught me halfway into an orgasm. I saw her approaching our table just as I was about to peak in a massive one. I could not stop it. My pussy was on fire. My face was tingling. My mouth was open. My body was shaking. But all I could do was hold on to the table for dear life. The rattling of the stuff on the tabletop gave us away. I was trembling so much that I could not hide it. And she just stood there and watched me! I think she was suddenly just as wet as I was. The jealousy was evident in her eyes. You knew what was happening and just sat there enjoying my orgasm.

To make it worse, she looked directly at me and asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you, Madam?” I could not answer her. I just had a foolish grin on my face and shook my head to indicate a “no.”

I had to smile when you carried your sweater over your arm to hide the massive wet spot on your trousers as we walked out.

Then came the shocker when you pulled your car in next to mine at the traffic light and pressed that button. It was completely unexpected. I grabbed my boob and twisted my nipple and shook as I enjoyed a massive orgasm. My legs were quivering wildly, and I could not move. The light turned green and then red again. Maybe the traffic light was blushing about what was happening to me! I am so glad there weren’t any cars behind me and I could cum in peace.

But the best part came when we arrived home. You pulled me out of my car and rammed your hard cock into me from behind while you pushed me face-down on the hood. The panty was switched on, and you just moved it to one side as you entered me. You were like a wild animal as you fucked me. All I can say is, “Oh fuck. It was soooo good!!!!”

You felt so big, a perfect fit inside my pussy. All your pent-up passion came out as you rammed yourself into me. Wow! The feeling of your balls slapping against my clit was heaven! Your cum and mine dripped down together onto the garage floor. Awesome!!

Times like these make me wonder about our future. I have to fight against the fear that we might one day lose all this pleasure. I do not want this ever to stop. I never want to experience life without you. Can you understand that?

Well, the reason for me writing this note to you was just to thank you for a most amazing evening. My heart, mind, and pussy were all deeply satisfied. The toy brought lots of laughter, but don’t get the wrong idea. I experienced some serious sex and extreme orgasms. It was so erotic – Erotica by Remote Control.

The best foreplay in public that I have ever experienced.

Let us do it again very soon.

It was SUPER.

I love you.

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