Date night

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?"

"It's date night," she growled again playfully With that look that said everything.

Still playing the gentleman, I opened her door and she slipped inside with a graceful wiggle. I couldn't help myself--leaning in, arm resting casually on the roof, just to be that bit closer. I whispered, already knowing the answer. In a low, mischievous tone, I asked, "Is it wet?"

She turned her head toward me, eyes glinting with mock innocence. She knew exactly what I was playing at.

"Is what wet?" she teased, paused slowly pulling the car door shut. before she lowered the window. "Oh... you mean my new thong?"

Her hand slipped between her thighs, just long enough to pull my attention. She leaned slightly out of the window, locking eyes with me.

"Oh, yes it's dripping," she breathed, pressing her legs together, her voice thick with the same mischievous tone.

We set off to park closer to the shops. Obsessed with my new toy, I turned it on again. She leaned back, eyes fluttering closed, a relaxed sigh slipping from her parted lips as the vibrations rolled through her. I drove slowly--deliberately--savouring the delicious tension crackling between us.

As we neared the destination, I flicked the toy off. The frustrated whimper that followed filled the space between us.

"Turn it back on... please."

Her voice was breathy, needy--already unravelled. I didn't hesitate.

She writhed beside me, hips shifting in slow and desperate, one hand clutching the centre armrest, the other gripping the door handle. I'd set it higher than before, and it showed her thighs quivered, her breathing quickened, ragged and raw. She was right on the edge.

Nix breath caught, chest lifting sharply. A long, trembling moan escaped her lips. She lifted her feet up and braced them against the dashboard, tilting her hips. I glanced over, just as she pulled her dress up and bunched it around her waist. Her thong was soaked, glistening under the soft dashboard light, the evidence of her climax pulsing through her. Her thighs shook, and the seat beneath her was now visibly damp.

She turned her head slowly, still breathless, eyes glassy and dazed with pleasure.

"So... that was amazing."

I grinned, my hand drifting to her thigh, fingers gliding higher until they found the drenched lace between her legs.

"You're incredible," I murmured. "So bloody sexy."

She reached across, her palm wrapping around the hard outline in my trousers, fingers teasing with maddening finesse.

"Mmmm, that's nice," her voice wicked, and a touch just as dangerous as her smile.

We composed ourselves just enough and wandered into Ralph Lauren, though Nix's stride still betrayed the aftermath of her climax--hips swaying with a delicious, post-vibration wobble. There was something erotic and utterly beautiful in the way she moved, like her body hadn't quite recovered, still in aftershock.

The moment the door clicked shut behind us, I couldn't resist. One subtle tap on the remote.

She jolted just slightly but it was enough. Her hand shot out to steady herself on a display table, knocking over a neatly folded pile of jumpers in the process. She stood there, pretending to browse, trying to feign composure. But the flush in her cheeks, the rise and fall of her chest, the stifled gasp that caught in her throat it all betrayed her.

Then she turned, giving me a look over her shoulder A cocktail of outrage and lust. Her eyes locked on mine, wide and pleading, silently begging for a break. It's too soon. I'm far too sensitive.

We strolled deeper in, her heels clicking against the floor, her legs not quite steady. I flicked through settings like a DJ fine-tuning a beat, watching her try to glide gracefully as the rhythm pulsed between her thighs. She drifted her fingers along rails and counters for balance, jaw clenched, lips pursed so close to cracking.

Then we ducked into a smaller boutique. More intimate. More dangerous. I lingered near the door, pushing the range. She floated to the till, casually selecting something though I could see the tension in her shoulders, As she handed over the item, I tapped the button again. Her "thank you" stumbled out in a breathy stammer, drawing a blink from the cashier who couldn't quite place the tremor in her voice.

Outside, she smacked my arm, feigning outrage with a flushed grin. I killed the vibrations.

"Fancy staying for dessert?" I asked, nodding towards a nearby French patisserie, all innocent mischief.

Her gaze locked on mine, smouldering. "No. Let's go home. I'm dessert tonight.

Didn't need telling twice.

Back in the car, she kissed me deep, urgent. " You've made me so fucking horny and Im soaked, and it's all your fault" she whispered, voice raw.

As I drove, I asked, "Want me to keep it on?""Yes. Leave it on," she said, breath shaky.

I set it to a long, intense pulse. She groaned, grinding down on the pressure, hips lifting. Her breath caught again.

"Where are we going?" she asked, voice dreamy. "Home."

She shook her head. "No... keep driving. Find somewhere to park."

I pulled into a dark, quiet lay-by, the town lights a soft glow behind us.

She didn't wait. She unzipped me, freed my cock, and started stroking slow, firm, just right. Her lips followed, hot and wet, taking me deep, her tongue swirling, her moans vibrating through me.

My head hit the headrest. Breath gone. She gripped my shaft, cupped my balls relentless. I came hard, filling her mouth, groaning as my body convulsed. She swallowed every drop, her face buried in my lap as I gently thrust, making sure she got every last bit out of me.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard when we get home," she whispered, the toy still pulsing inside her.

She came again before we even got back.

Once inside, Her dress came off in seconds she disappeared to freshen up. I waited, cock aching. When she returned, she was a vision bare, flushed skin, ready. I kissed her everywhere, Her skin warm beneath my hands as I squeezed her. manhandling her trying to get my fox.

I slid into her slowly, savouring the way she clenched around me. Her legs locked behind my back, urging me deeper. We moved together fast, hungry, perfectly in sync. Her moans echoed in my ear, breath ragged, every part of her trembling.

She came first, with a cry that made my chest tighten. I followed seconds later, filling her, kissing her as we collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap. But we weren't done.

Tongues. Fingers. Vibrators. Toys. We're all used extensively until She rode me finally I took her bent over the bed. Her arse quivered as I gripped her hips, her pussy clenching around me.

She came again and again. So did I.

Eventually, we lay there, her head on my chest, both of us still catching our breath.

She looked up at me, that lazy, satisfied smile spreading across her face. "We should do this more often."

I kissed her forehead. "Agreed. Best date night ever."