We had a new toy. My husband and I had never ventured into the world of toys before, but a cheeky suggestion from someone on Lush sparked my curiosity. I decided to broach the subject with Nick, my husband. Expecting to start with something simple, a tiny vibrator or the like, I was utterly surprised when a devilish grin spread across his face. "Leave it to me," he said. "I'll take care of it for Christmas."

When it finally arrived, it was more than I had imagined, sleek, luxurious, and full of delicious promise. A vibrator, yes, but with a surprise twist. This one linked to an app he could control remotely. Nick knew I spent many hours writing erotic stories while he was at work, and he wanted to become part of my fun. The idea of him teasing me while I wrote felt wickedly exciting. 

When he explained his idea to me I showed my gratitude by eagerly kneeling and taking him into my mouth. Nick loved blow jobs and was very happy to receive my thanks. I was savouring the taste of his arousal as I let it get hot, messy, and wild. When he finally came, his release was a hot, thick wave spilling across my face. I licked my lips with a playful grin, "I can't wait to try it out. Tomorrow is going to be fun. But for now let's go to bed, I'm not finished with this." I said, squeezing his cock.

The next morning, he headed off to work while I sat down to work from home. By mid-morning, I couldn’t focus. Bored with routine, I switched gears, deciding it was time to test out the toy. I sent Nick a text: "Get ready." My fingers trembled as I unwrapped the pink-red vibrator. Its large, bulbous head promised deep pleasure, while the curved stem led to a smaller bulb designed to nestle against my clit. Just imagining it sent shivers down my spine.

Setting up the app was torturous, my body already aching for its touch. Finally, it was ready. I slid it into place, anticipation sizzling through me. Let the games begin. 

It was incredible. I had expected a simple buzzing vibration, but instead, it was a deep, rumbling sensation that seemed to ripple through my entire body. Nick, clearly enjoying his newfound power, started by playing around, fluctuating the intensity wildly for a few minutes, sending jolts of pleasure through me. When he finally settled into a steady rhythm, the sensation was intoxicating. For a while, I sat there, letting the toy take over as waves of pleasure rolled through me, my mind completely lost in the moment.

As the rhythm became a low, teasing pulse, I remembered my original intention, writing. The challenge of focusing while wearing a vibrator under Nick’s control was both torturous and thrilling. Every word I typed was accompanied by delicious distraction, my body responding to every shift in the vibrations.

I intended to write a teasing scene, with a slow build up and then delay gratification to a later scene but at that same time Nick cranked up the intensity. The vibrations grew stronger, faster, and impossibly overwhelming.  I could resist making the characters give into their passions, running into a tree line and fucking desperately right then and there.

I couldn’t finish the scene before my body gave in, succumbing to a massive orgasm that left me trembling and breathless. My back arched, my screams filling the empty room, as waves of euphoria washed over me. Panting, I slumped back in my chair, staring at the screen in a daze. Finally, I removed the toy, my body still humming with aftershocks, and disconnected the app. With a mischievous grin, I sent Nick a text: "Massive orgasm accomplished. Your turn when you get home." He replied with kisses saying he couldn't wait.

That evening, he came home to find me kneeling naked, waiting like a tempting gift just for him. The sound of his car pulling up had sent a thrill through me, and I’d quickly stripped, anticipation coursing through my veins. As he stepped inside, his eyes widened, filling with desire as his took in my naked form. He shut the door hastily behind him.

Without a word, I reached for him, my fingers deftly unzipping his trousers to release his hardness. His cock, thick and ready, was in my hands before I dove onto it with hungry eagerness. My lips wrapped around him, tongue swirling as I took him deep. The way he groaned, his hand finding its way into my hair, only spurred me on, making me even more determined to please him.

I made it sloppy, letting saliva and precum drip down my chin, onto my breasts as I worked him with fervour, my mouth and hands working in tandem to drive him wild. His breathing grew ragged, his hips starting to move, unable to resist the intensity of the moment. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice low and guttural, "this is one damn nice way to be welcomed home."

I looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a mischievous glint, letting him see just how much I enjoyed this. His pleasure was my reward, and the way he tensed, his body trembling, told me he wouldn’t last much longer.

I eagerly worked him, my mouth a mix of soft suction and teasing flicks of my tongue, until his body tensed, and he exploded, pulse after pulse of warm, salty release filling my mouth as I swallowed greedily. 

As I pulled back, strands of his cum stretched between my lips and his cock, as I gasped for air, I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face. The last few minutes had been a wild, heady blur, his eager thrusts driving deep as he fucked my face with abandon had meant I couldn't get quite enough air. It had been well worth it. "I hope that was as good as my one earlier," I teased, licking my lips deliberately.

"Fuck," he groaned, satisfied and flushed, his body still trembling. "If yours was even half that good, I’d be amazed." he chuckled, his breath uneven as he finally shrugged off his bag and coat, letting them fall to the floor. Exhaustion mixed with satisfaction in his voice as he half-jokingly asked, "Now, what’s for dinner?"

It was our running joke, his pretend expectation of dinner when he came home, despite us both knowing I was a lousy cook.

I laughed, smirking as I wiped my lips. "Well, I’ve just eaten," I replied coyly, wiping my mouth as I glanced at his cock.

"Oh yeah? Then maybe I need to find a snack too," he countered, his eyes dropping between my legs.

Biting my lip, I laughed, "Damn, I wish I’d thought of that." He tilted his head, puzzled, until I added, "I’ve ordered pizza. It should be here any second."

"Ooh, yum," he chuckled. "Looks like your satisfaction will have to wait, then." Right on cue, the doorbell rang. I hurried to the other room as Nick zipped himself up and collected the pizza.

That night, after dinner, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The heat of the day’s teasing ignited something primal, and the sex was electric, leaving us both breathless and spent after multiple orgasms.

Over the next week, the same teasing pattern continued. My writing flourished as I learned to work with the distraction and use it as a source of inspiration, producing some of my most erotic scenes yet. 

By the weekend, we’d explored the toy’s capabilities fully, though never together. It was Saturday morning when Nick suggested, with a glint of mischief in his eyes, "Let’s go into town while you wear it." 

"WHAT?!" I asked.

"Oh, come on, don't tell me Mrs Writer, author of the dirtiest filth the internet has ever seen, isn't at least a bit of an exhibitionist," Nick teased, his grin dripping with mischief.

"That's different, that's through a computer!" I argued, though the rush of excitement already coiled low in my belly. I could feel the idea taking root. I knew I’d do it. Nick knew it too. The smug bastard handed me my coat without another word, his eyes twinkling.

My heart thundered as I stepped out of the car. The bulb of the vibrator nestled inside me felt impossibly present, every tiny shift heightening my awareness. It wasn’t even vibrating yet, but the anticipation was intoxicating. The nervous thrill of knowing what could happen kept me on edge, and I knew hiding my reactions once it started would be a challenge. I was naturally loud, Nick loved that about me, our old college roommates hadn't been as keen. But I knew I could be quiet, the memory of him lapping at my pussy while I was logged into a work zoom meeting crossed my mind. If I managed that without anyone noticing, I could handle this. Right?

Nick pulled out his phone and, with a devious smile, opened the app. The low rumble of the vibrator began, subtle but insistent, sending a shiver up my spine. He assured me no one could hear it even though to me it felt quite audible. He couldn’t suppress his laughter as I took a few tentative steps, adjusting to the sensation. To make things harder, because he's an ass, he’d occasionally increase the intensity without warning. My steps faltered, my knees betraying the waves of pleasure coursing through me. If anyone was watching, they’d think I was learning to walk for the first time.

When we reached the café, Nick found us a table, his smirk ever-present. The waitress, bubbly and bright, pointed me toward the counter where an array of pastries and cakes gleamed temptingly. "Go ahead," Nick said smoothly. "You know what I like." His tone was casual, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his plan.

The glass case was filled with an array of temptations, decadent cream cakes piled high with fresh fruit, delicate sponge cakes dusted with powdered sugar, muffins glistening with sugary tops, and pastries layered with golden, flaky perfection. As I browsed the options, the vibrations surged unexpectedly. My knees almost buckled, and I had to grip the counter for balance. Each one looked sinfully indulgent, but my body was far too preoccupied to decide.

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I glanced back at Nick, his wicked grin confirming my suspicions, he was enjoying every second of my struggle. Swallowing hard, I forced myself to focus on the options. The relentless buzzing, however, sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, making it nearly impossible to think clearly. My breath quickened, my thighs trembled slightly, and I felt the undeniable heat pooling low in my belly.

"Would you like a suggestion?" the cheerful waitress asked, snapping me out of my haze. For a moment, panic and excitement surged together, could she sense something? I managed a shaky smile and pointed to a chocolate éclair and a glazed strawberry tart, trying to mask the flush on my face.

A part of me thrilled at the risk, the fear that someone might notice. The other part was lost in the sensations Nick was orchestrating.

I sat back down at the table, biting my lip and feeling the heat in my cheeks. "Do you think she noticed?" I whispered, the question trembling with nervous excitement.

"No," Nick murmured confidently, his voice laced with teasing reassurance. "No one notices anything. They're too wrapped up in their own lives."

I nodded, but I wasn't really listening. The throbbing pleasure radiating from between my legs was utterly consuming, each subtle pulse making it harder to focus. My body hummed with a mix of thrill and arousal, a delicious secret just for us.

"Case in point," Nick added, his smirk widening as he noticed my glazed expression.

"Yeah, no one else notices anything because they all have a vibrator shoved up their..." I began, but my words faltered as the waitress returned with our coffee and cakes. The timing was so perfectly bad I couldn’t help but laugh softly, trying to hide my flushed face.

"Good choice," Nick said, grabbing his tart with a hungry look that had nothing to do with food. His eyes lingered on me, making the tension between us almost unbearable.

He seemed to enjoy his cake leisurely, and for a moment, the steady rhythm of the vibrator allowed me to adjust, even take a cautious sip of my coffee. But then, as I bit into my eclair, he ramped up the intensity without warning. The sudden surge of pleasure ripped through me, and I squealed, biting down too hard on the pastry. Cream burst from the sides, splattering onto the table and my fingers. I froze, mortified, as Nick laughed, the sound deep and wicked.

I glared at him, but my flustered expression only seemed to amuse him more. He simply smirked, taking another bite of his tart, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched me squirm, caught between pleasure and embarrassment. 

The vibrations pulsing inside me became a relentless, maddening tease as Nick adjusted the settings, subtly increasing the intensity. I tried to focus on anything else, the clink of coffee cups, the hum of distant conversations, but the pleasure was building, and staying quiet felt impossible. My thighs clenched together involuntarily, trapping the sensation as my breath hitched in shallow gasps.

"You okay?" Nick asked, his tone feigning innocence, though his grin betrayed his true intentions.

I shot him a warning glare but couldn’t form a coherent response. "Fine," I managed, though the word came out more as a strained whimper. The people around us were blissfully unaware of the pleasure coursing through me, or so I hoped, but the redness of my cheeks and the unsteady rhythm of my breathing painted a vivid picture for Nick.

Nick leaned back, feigning a casual air, but his finger swiped across his phone screen, and the vibrator surged to an even more intense rhythm. My body jerked slightly, and a small, uncontrollable moan escaped my lips. My eyes widened in horror as I glanced around, desperate to see if anyone had noticed.

At the table across from us, a middle-aged couple looked over curiously. I forced a smile, biting my lip hard to stifle another sound. My fingers gripped the edge of the table as waves of pleasure coursed through me. Nick chuckled softly, leaning in. "Careful," he murmured, his voice low and full of heat. "You’re going to give yourself away."

"Shut up." I hissed, though the sharpness of my tone was undercut by a tremor of arousal. Each pulse of the vibrator sent sparks through me, my body teetering on the edge of control. My coffee sat untouched, forgotten, as my focus narrowed to the torturous, exquisite sensations Nick was orchestrating.

The waitress returned, her chipper voice breaking through my haze. "How’s everything tasting?"

"Perfect," Nick said smoothly, his eyes locked on me. I couldn’t trust my voice, so I simply nodded, biting back the moan threatening to spill out. The waitress hesitated, her gaze flickering between us, before giving a polite smile and leaving us alone.

Nick waited until she was out of earshot before pulsing the vibrations. My hand shot out, gripping his wrist in a silent plea, but he simply leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You’re so beautiful like this," he whispered, his words sending another jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

The build up was unbearable now, my body trembling as I fought to hold back. I knew I couldn’t last much longer, and the risk of someone noticing only heightened the thrill. A soft, breathy moan escaped me, earning a few curious glances. My heart raced, torn between embarrassment and the relentless, mounting pleasure. I picked up the eclair, trying to pass off that I was really enjoying the cake. 

With a shuddering gasp, I tipped over the edge, my body wracked with a powerful orgasm. I couldn’t contain the sounds spilling from my lips, soft gasps turning into louder, breathy moans that grew more insistent. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, each pulse of the vibrator driving me closer to the edge. My body arched forward instinctively, one hand gripping the edge of the table so tightly my knuckles whitened. Heat coursed through me in waves, and I could feel every nerve alight with an exquisite, almost unbearable pleasure. My toes curled in my shoes, and my breaths came in shallow, desperate gasps as I fought and mostly failed to keep some semblance of composure amidst the relentless sensation.

The world around me blurred; my focus narrowed entirely to the overwhelming ecstasy coursing through my body. I was dimly aware of a few heads turning, curious glances from nearby tables, but it only added to the dizzying thrill. My free hand hand half-covered my mouth as I struggled to stifle the sounds, but the words tumbled out anyway, raw and unfiltered."Oh, yes... so good, yes, yes, yes!" I cried out, the pleasure too intense to hold back. forgetting where I was as the orgasm washed over me. 

When the waves finally began to subside, I slumped back in my chair, trembling and breathless, my cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. Nick was grinning, his expression a perfect blend of satisfaction and mischief, clearly pleased with his handiwork.

"Best eclair you’ve ever had?" he asked, his voice low and teasing, a wink accompanying the words.

I could only nod, unable to trust my voice as my body still hummed with the aftershocks. As my breathing slowed, the world around me gradually came back into focus. The clatter of cups, the murmur of conversations, and the faint music playing over the speakers reminded me where I was. My cheeks burned as I became acutely aware of the curious glances from nearby tables. A young couple whispered to each other, their eyes darting in my direction. My heart pounded with a mix of residual pleasure and mortified embarrassment.

Nick leaned back, sipping his coffee as though nothing unusual had happened, his calm composure only adding to my flustered state. The vibrations had stopped, but the memory of their intensity still coursed through me, leaving my body tingling and sensitive.

On the other side of the café, a woman standing at the counter glanced over, her expression shifting to a sly, knowing smile. "I'll have what she's having," she quipped, her voice carrying just enough to draw attention from the surrounding tables. Laughter rippled through the room, light and amused. My cheeks flamed with embarrassment, the heat spreading down my neck as I shrank back into my seat. The soft hum of conversation resumed, but I could still feel a few lingering gazes, their curiosity like a tangible weight.

Nick, completely unbothered, leaned back in his chair, his grin smug and satisfied. "Looks like a few people have seen When Harry met Sally" he teased, his voice low enough that only I could hear. His hand brushed against mine under the table, a subtle reassurance that made my heart flutter despite my mortification.