Butterflies

Prologue

My name is Abby Johnson. I'm still just an average woman; I have my two children, my career as a plant blogger, and I'm married to the man of my dreams. Derek and I met when I was in my junior year of college studying journalism, and he had just started law school. Fast forward about fourteen years - we've gotten married and fashioned a great life for ourselves living peacefully in the suburbs.

Derek works a lot, and I'm generally busy with the kids, but the two of us make time for dates as often as we can. Sadly, it's never as frequently as we'd like, so we usually compensate by being extra kinky in the bedroom. We have ropes, floggers, gags, and blindfolds; we've even considered putting a proper dungeon in our basement, but what I'm most interested in, can't be done at home. Exhibitionism requires an audience. Our last experiment went well; a dinner date with me wearing a remote vibrator, and Derek behind the controls. It was a mild situation meant to test the waters, and since it was a success, Derek wanted to do something more intense the next time.

Unfortunately, it's been quite a while since then. Things kept coming up one after another: Derek ended up needing to work, or the kids got sick and needed me to care for them, but now, it's finally time to push myself further. Tonight, we're attending an office party at Derek's law firm. One of the partners recently wrapped up an expensive case, and he wanted everyone to get together to celebrate. Derek decided it would be the perfect setting to test my limits, and the new toy he bought just for the occasion. The idea of doing this in front of his co-workers is a bit nerve wracking, but if my husband wants me to do something, I'll do it.

* * * * *

My husband and I were sitting in his car in the basement garage of the building he worked in. We were both dressed up for the evening; he was wearing a dashing, charcoal grey three-piece suit that was cut to fit his strong physique perfectly. Derek was tall with a muscular upper body, so his business clothes always had to be adjusted; even his pants needed a little extra room in the seat. He looked especially handsome tonight despite the fact I'd seen him in a suit and a plain white button-up hundreds of times. There was just something about the way the low light in this garage caught his eyes, or added a perfect silhouette behind him - or the anticipation on his face was getting to me. Derek was very excited about tonight, and he'd even made sure his tie and pocket square matched my outfit.

It was a deep blue dress in a tight bodycon-style that stopped just above my knees, but the side slits went up to mid-thigh. The V-neck in the front showed off a little cleavage, but nothing too extreme. The dress was sleeveless with thick straps, and the back was open with the fabric beginning just beneath my waist, but most of my bare skin was hidden by my half-up-half-down hair style. I knew it was a bit revealing for an office party, but I also knew I'd likely be the most modestly dressed wife there, at least when it came to the ones under fifty.

"Ready to give it a try?" Derek asked.

"Yeah... let's see how it feels."

He was referring to the new Bluetooth vibrator I was wearing tonight; I had told him I wanted to test it before we went inside since we hadn't had the chance to try it out at home. Derek had recently bought a newer model of the butterfly vibe we used for out last exhibition experiment. It was supposed to be more powerful, quieter, and according to the woman that worked there, it was also more comfortable than the previous one. This model was attached to an adjustable thong and could easily be worn on its own, no panties required.

Derek used his phone to switch it on, and I braced myself, not knowing what to expect. I quickly felt it hum to life between my legs, but the sensations weren't very intense. The insert was only a few inches long, and felt like I was being probed. The wings enveloped my lower lips perfectly, but it felt like a light tickle at best. Nothing like how I remembered the last time.

"It's on the lowest possible setting right now. How does it feel?"

"It's subtle..."

"How about now?" he asked as he nudged the slider.

Immediately, I felt the difference with the small sensations from before nearly overwhelming me.

"That's too much!" I moaned.

My lower lips clenched uncontrollably as I squirmed around in my seat, nearly standing up to get rid of the additional pressure. My entire crotch felt like it was buzzing; had Derek turned it all the way up for fun? The mischievous smirk on his face told me he might have.

"That's the middle setting. Seems like it escalates pretty quickly," he said as he turned it down slightly. "How's that?"

"The middle setting?! What's the highest?"

"We can try it if you want," he teased.

"No... this is..." my voice trailed off as I contemplated how it felt.

This was more intense than the lowest setting had been, but it was a lot less overwhelming than the apparent mid setting was. It was a shallow tease that felt similar to a half-inserted vibrating dildo, but with less girth. The outside parts felt like being strapped to a vibrating seat set on low. It was like a constant whir between my legs; a gentle vibration that couldn't be ignored, but still felt substantial. It was manageable, and my lower lips were able to relax around it instead of gripping it for dear life. I might be able to handle this.

"This is fine, I think. It feels nice... and I can't even hear it!"

"I know!" he said, eyes sparkling. "This is going to be a lot of fun... but the real test is how well you can move in it."

He was right. Even if it felt good now, if I couldn't walk around the party with it running, it was kind of pointless to wear.

"Only one way to find out," I said as I got out of the car.

We had parked out of the way, so I was able to stand next to the car with the door wide open. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, trying to see how well it stayed in place, but was met with some nice sensations. Each time it pressed against my insides, I felt a quick jolt of pleasure. I took a few steps toward the trunk and found walking naturally wasn't an issue. The vibrator wasn't slipping down, or moving into an uncomfortable position, or anything. In fact, it felt really good. The way each step teased my entire crotch was surprising, and when I got back to the front seat, I could see that Derek was impressed as well.

"It's pretty good," I told him as I leaned into the car.

"Do you think you'll need these panties?" he asked, holding them up with one finger.

"N-no..." I blushed. "I don't think so... I'm pretty sure it will stay on its own," I said as I sat down in the car and closed my door. "I'll put them in my purse just in case."

My husband handed me the lacy, white panties, and I folded them up to fit into my small cross-body bag. I'd never put any on earlier because while we were deciding if they were necessary, I had to run downstairs to let our baby-sitter, Lisa, inside. I was done getting ready at that point, and already had my purse, but Derek was still putting on his shirt. He must have grabbed them on his way down in case I needed them.

I checked my makeup in the car mirror, then turned to my husband. "Okay. I'm ready. Turn it off and we can head inside."

"Mmmm.... I think we'll keep it on. You said it was fine to walk in, right?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"Then we're leaving it on. We can't even hear it in here with the doors closed. It'll be fine at the party."

"That's not-"

Derek was already halfway out of the car. I frowned. Was he serious right now? I had to walk inside and greet everyone with the vibrator running?! I knew there was a good chance they wouldn't notice, but... Suddenly my heart was pounding, and I felt like a million butterflies were trying to escape from my stomach. The idea of it was exciting, but also nerve wracking. What if I couldn't keep my cool and act natural? What if someone heard it, or heard me?!

"Come on, baby. No time for second thoughts now," Derek said after opening my door.

Dammit. He knew exactly what I was thinking.

"You'll be fine. I won't let anything bad happen, and I won't give you more than I know you can handle. At least not until we're alone."

His voice deepened to a sultry growl at the end that sent a shiver straight to my pussy. I did my best not to moan as the vibrator amplified it, but still ended up with a soft sigh. I had to do better if I was going to make it through this party. Derek reached out for me then, and I took his hand, letting him help me out of the car.

"Are you sure it will be okay?" I asked.

"It will be just fine. I'll make sure of it. You just enjoy yourself. You get to push your exhibitionism in front of a group of people today. You've been wanting this for a long time."

"I-I know... I'm just nervous..." I whispered as I slipped on my purse and gripped at the strap.

"I've got you, baby. Come on."

Derek closed the door for me, then locked the car with his key fob. He led me away with an arm around my waist, and together we headed through the garage to the elevators. I was worried, but I did want this. I wanted to do something in a more public setting than last time; I just hadn't expected Derek to chose such a risky scenario. If someone found out, that could jeopardize his job, and I did not want that. Or even worse, we'd end up getting arrested for public lewdness. That would be horrible! My pulse was racing. I had to keep myself under control, no matter what. I could do this. Hopefully.

We made it up from the garage elevators to the main floor of the building. Derek gave a nod to the security guard who was in the little office between the sets of double doors, then opened the ones in front of us with the badge in his pocket, leading us into the lobby. The law firm took up the top third of the building; the other floors were occupied by several other companies. During the day, the lobby was full of people waiting to be escorted to the various offices, but since it was after seven in the evening, it was empty, thank God. There was no one at the reception desk, no one sitting on any of the various sofas or armchairs; there was nothing down here besides a bunch of old magazines and some sad-looking plants. My secret was safe for now.

As we waited for the elevator, I looked up at Derek, who still had his arm around me. He tightened it around my waist, pulling me closer, but I turned and went for a hug instead. Both his strong arms wrapped around me as I pressed my cheek against his chest, and he kissed my head. He was warm, and the cologne he'd chosen today smelled absolutely delightful; vanilla with some kind of added spice, and underneath that, his intoxicating natural scent. It was almost enough to soothe the fluttering in my tummy.

"How are you doing?" he whispered. "It's not moving too much or chaffing you, is it?"

"No, it's staying in place just fine... it feels... nice..."

For whatever reason, I was embarrassed to admit that out loud, even though we were alone.

"Good," he said cheerfully.

The elevator arrived then, and we stepped on board, but as the doors were closing, an arm shot through them. My heart nearly skipped a beat as Derek moved me behind him.

"Hold the door!" a voice called out.

Derek reached for the button that opened the doors, but they were already opening back up since the man in front of us had tried to squeeze his entire body through them. He had on a tan suit, with a red tie, and short spiked hair; I didn't recognize him, but my husband seemed to.

"Thanks," the man said as he stood up straight and smoothed out his suit. "Oh, hey, Johnson."

"Hey, McBride. Ready for the party?"

"Pffft, eh. You know I'm just here to make an appearance and get some free drinks," he said while reaching for the elevator buttons.

"Heh-heh, typical McBride. This is my wife, Abby, by the way," he said, stepping aside so I could shake his hand.

"Justin McBride. Nice to meet you," he said.

"Nice to meet you, too."

I might have said something else, but the elevator began to rise. The sudden jerk made me brace myself, which also forced me to bear down on the vibrator. It was much more intense when I was squeezing versus relaxed, but I managed not to let the sudden pleasure show on my face in front of this stranger.

"Mrs. Johnson, huh? I should have guessed this guy had a beautiful wife on top of everything else," he said, playfully elbowing Derek in the ribs.

"Ha, I am a lucky man," Derek grinned.

He wrapped his arm around me again, which helped shake my nervousness, but my lower lips were still more excited than I was okay with. I wasn't clenched anymore, but being so close to someone who was clueless as to what we were up to was proving to be quite the turn on. It'd scared me when he'd appeared so suddenly, but even in the near silence of this elevator, Justin over there couldn't hear a thing! Or... he just wasn't mentioning it...

The party was bound to be much louder with everyone conversing and the music that was sure to be playing. Maybe this would be easier than I thought. I was suddenly feeling a bit more confident that we could actually pull this off. All I had to do was keep my cool.

As the elevator came to a halt, Derek held me steady, then placed a soft kiss on my head.

"Ready?" he asked as the doors opened.

"Mm-hmm," I nodded. It was all I could get past the lump in my throat.

We left the elevator together; Justin had already wandered off, and we were now in the law firm's large common area on the top floor. The sounds of chattering people and soft music surrounded us as we stood there surveying the party. Sofas sat directly across from the elevator on the far side of the room against a wall with a big banner covering the usual modern art. It read 'Congratulations,' with steamers draped above it and some fancy foil balloons pinned up beside it. I could see Gregory Brown, one of the founding partners here, and his wife, Marsha, sitting below it, talking to some people I didn't recognize. This wasn't my first party here by any means, and I was sure I'd met everyone at least once... though I'd never met Justin before either. Hmm. The room was more crowded than I'd expected. Were there people here aside from Derek's coworkers?

From end to end, scattered in the middle of the room, were round bar tables covered with long white tablecloths. Many people were gathered around them, talking and laughing while eating from tiny plates, or with drinks in hand; others were off to the side, chatting by the windows. The entire office space had floor-to-ceiling windows instead of walls on the right and left side. They were crystal clear from the inside, but heavily tinted when viewed from outside, even with the lights on at night. The blinds were pulled all the way up, and streamers were draped just under them with balloon bouquets lining the panes in addition to the usual potted plants.

Wow. They'd really gone all out decorating for this event. Though, the hallways past each wall of windows seemed dark and plain by comparison. There was one in every corner of this doubled common room that led to the offices, but only the highest paid attorneys and the partners worked on this floor. If I remembered correctly, the executive offices were on the back side of these elevators, down the halls past the room that mirrored this one. That meant Derek's office was in front of us, down the hall to the left. It was then that I noticed a live jazz band was set up to our left, blocking the way into the adjacent sitting room. The only way through was to the right of the elevators in front of the reception desk, but I could see from here, that tonight, it was the bar.

Bottles and glasses of all kinds lined the counter, and a bartender stood where the receptionist usually sat. Across from there, against the window wall, were catered appetizers spread out on a long table with more party decorations adorning it. People were mingling in the space between with champagne glasses in their hands; another one of the partners here, Ronald Clark, was standing there with his wife, Tiffany. He was one of the founders of this firm, and the one who had just finished the huge case. I wasn't surprised in the slightest when Derek led me in that direction first.

"Mr. Clark, congratulations!"

"Johnson! Thank you!" He reached out to shake Derek's hand. "Good to see you!"

Mr. Clark was an older gentleman in his late fifties, or maybe early sixties. He was dressed in a seemingly expensive black suit with his greying hair styled into an average business cut. He was a man that came off as quite full of himself, which made sense, since he had been so successful with his career over the years, but he was also kind of sleazy. He'd hit on me in the past when my husband wasn't around, even if his wife was, but he really liked Derek, so I tended to let things slide. I didn't want to be the reason his boss suddenly hated him. As long as he didn't touch me, I wasn't going to complain.

"Nice seeing you, too, sir. You remember my wife," Derek said, gesturing to me.

"Ahh, yes. Abby, right?"

"Yes, sir, it's nice to see you again," I said, smiling like I was happy to see him.

"Likewise! I could never forget a pretty little number like you," he winked. "You remember my wife, Tiffany."

Tiffany was his second or third wife; I had only met the previous one once. If I had to guess, I'd say she was younger than I was, and I was only 34. She was the definition of trophy wife: conventionally pretty face, nice body, blonde hair, but it seemed like she'd had a boob job since I'd seen her last. Her dress had a halter-style neckline that went down into a deep V-neck that showed off her impossibly perky chest, and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Even from the front I could tell the dress was open in the back, but I wasn't sure how large the gap was. The hemline seemed like it was hardly long enough to cover her behind, and her hair was pinned up, so almost her entire backside was visible. I'd been right about my dress; hers was downright slutty by comparison.

"Of course," I grinned. "Love your dress!"

"Thanks, I love yours, too!"

"Hehe, I bought it for her just for this party. She needs to look her best if she's with me!"

Mr. Clark let out a hearty chuckle, and Tiffany giggled along. Derek had bought this dress for me, too, but there was something about the way Mr. Clark said it that rubbed me the wrong way. I smiled and nodded to be courteous, but inside, I was cringing.

"The case was looking pretty bleak, Johnson. I wasn't sure I'd be able to pull it off!" Mr. Clark continued.

"Good job getting it done, sir."

"Yeah! Haha! That little loophole I found last minute turned the entire case on its head and sealed the deal in our favor. The firm hasn't clutched an unlikely victory like this in a long time!"

"You did so great, honey!" his wife said.

"Johnson here did an outstanding job on his last case, too," he said patting Derek firmly on the shoulder. "It looked kind of bad when we handed it to him, but he pulled it through, just like I knew he would, haha!"

"Thank you, sir. It was easy once I got all the facts laid out."

"Ha! That's why I like you, Johnson. It's nice to know that the next generation here has things under control. I want to retire someday!" he laughed.

Derek laughed with him, but I only smiled. My husband had worked very hard on that case, and I was quite proud of him. He'd been doing so well for himself since he started working at this firm. I was still an undergrad then, but Derek had picked up an internship here while he was in law school. He'd managed to make a great impression, and they hired him right out of school after he passed the Bar. It'd been about ten years since then, but they'd never regretted bringing him in permanently for a single second.

"I've got a new case to start on next week, and I think we'll have a new one showing up on your desk soon, too, Johnson. It's a doozy, but I'm sure you can handle it."

"Oh? Another company on the verge of bankruptcy?"

"No, you've got a merger this time. The buyout was messy, and now the smaller company wants someone to rehash the details. That's where you come in."

"Understood."

"Nothing you aren't familiar with. I've no doubt you can handle it, son."

"Thank you, sir. I'll be sure to give it my all."

"I know you will."

Derek smiled then, and the silence was loud for a moment. "Well, uhh... it was nice talking with you, sir. My wife and I are going to go get some food."

"Yes, yes! Eat, drink! It was good seeing you, Johnson. Thanks for showing up!"

"Of course! And again, congrats."

I gave a light grin and head nod to them as Derek led me away with a hand on my back. The light touch of his warm palm made me realize that I'd been oblivious to the toy between my legs during that entire interaction. Now that the formalities were over, and no one was standing directly in front of me, I could feel it again, clear as day. It made my husband's touch feel almost electric, and it sent a jolt right down to my lower lips. I quickly drew in a sharp breath, and Derek must have heard it, because he immediately turned to me.

"Are you doing okay, honey?" he asked me.

"I'm fine..."

"How's the vibe feeling?" he whispered.

"Actually... I somehow blocked it out the entire time we were talking to Mr. Clark."

"Do we need to turn it up?"

"I wouldn't say that... it just wasn't the kind of situation I felt comfortable being aroused in, I guess."

"Ahh... Mr. Clark can be kind of..."

"Yeah..."

"I'm sorry, baby."

Derek pulled me into a hug; my head pressed against his strong chest, and my arms found their way around his back. I was once again enveloped in his luxurious scent and comforting warmth. As I melted into him, and his arms tightened around my back, I was reminded how safe and loved he made me feel; how happy he made me.

"I'm really proud of you, you know," I told him.

"Hmm?"

"Well... you worked long and hard on that last case to win it. You did such an amazing job on it, and in general as an attorney. You've made me a very proud wife."

Derek had toiled through long hours and late nights to get things done in time. This hadn't been the first case that had worked him hard, but this one had been much more severe. So many times I'd had to reheat his dinner after the kids were already in bed, or rub his shoulders after he'd been hunched over his desk all day, but for him, I'd do it every time. Anything to make things a little easier on him.

"Awww, baby... thank you," he said as he squeezed me tighter. "I do it for you, and for the kids. Even though it's hard, and I always get the most impossible cases thrown at me, I'll keep doing it if it means the three of you are happy and living comfortably."

"I love you, honey," I said, moving back enough to stare up at him. "You're the best husband a woman could ask for."

"And you... are the best wife."

He leaned down to kiss me, and it was like my entire body felt alive again. His body was warm, his breath was hot, and his lips were so supple and inviting. His tongue played at my mouth, and I eagerly opened it to let him inside. Together they twirled with slick, light touches that sent a ripple through my body right down to the vibrator I'd been ignoring. It was suddenly the most prevalent sensation I was having, and I nearly moaned into my husband's mouth. One of his arms tightened around my bare back, and the other glided lower, almost to my behind. My breath caught in my throat, then a playful chuckle from Derek leaked into my mouth. As we parted, I gazed into his eyes, and a mischievous grin was on his face.

"It's still working, I see."

I was immediately embarrassed. "Only because you kissed me..."

He laughed. "Glad I could get you back in the right mindset," he winked. "Come on, let's see what the food is like. There will be plenty of time for fun later."

He kissed my forehead, then took me by the hand and led me to the snack table. I wasn't quite sure what he meant by 'fun later,' since this outing had been his idea. I could only guess that he meant once we got home. Sure, I wanted to get more comfortable when it came to exhibitionism, but such a high-stakes party with a crowd this large would not have been my first choice. I would have preferred another restaurant, maybe even a movie theater, but... if this is what he wanted, it was what I would do. I just wish there weren't so many people I disliked here! It wasn't just Mr. Clark; I could think of at least two other people I did not want to have to talk to tonight, especially while wearing a vibrator.

We made it to the food table, and it seemed that the caterers had prepared quite the spread. There were puff pastries filled with brie and jam, smoked salmon on top of cucumber slices, spinach puffs, shrimp puffs; so much to choose from. They must have spared no expense. This was far from the pigs-in-a-blanket and pizza rolls that most parties I attended these days served. Had the case really been that high profile? Or maybe there was someone here they were trying to impress? Or... had it just been that long since I'd attended an adult gathering?

"What would you like to eat, Kitten?" Derek asked as he handed me a small plate.

My cheeks flushed as I heard him use his special pet-name for me, making me hesitate to respond. Kitten was what he called me in private; when we were home in our bedroom doing our BDSM play, but we had discussed using it in this context, too. When we were out and about being discretely naughty together, he'd call me Kitten, and I'd use his other pet-name as well, but getting the words to actually come out of my mouth was more difficult than I had anticipated. My husband was looking at me expectantly, his eyes shining, and a slight smirk on his face. He was so dominant and sexy as he stared down at me; such a gentle, but demanding expression. I was completely enamored, and left speechless.

"You're hungry, aren't you, Kitten?"

There it was again; his voice sliding out like velvet. Hearing him call me that out loud in such a public place made my lower lips clamp down on my vibrator, but the way he said it made things so much worse. My heart began to race, and I could feel it pumping through every inch of my body, so much so, that I nearly dropped the small plastic plate in my hands. I had to answer; he'd asked me something twice! He wouldn't be upset, but it was grounds to torment my body a little harder later... though that wouldn't be terrible, I suppose.

My voice failed me as I tried to reply, and what finally came out was breathy: "Yes, Sire... I am a bit hungry..."

As the words left my lips, my pussy began to throb. I'd felt a little dirty for using our special pet-names here, but at the same time, I liked it. It was kind of an exhibition in itself. There were people everywhere; someone easily could have heard either of us. Just the thought of that made my heart skip a beat. Then there was his face. Those were eyes I didn't usually see outside of our bedroom, and that smile... Even though he grinned at me like that every time he was teasing me, this time felt different. It had me feeling extra warm inside, which made the cool air rolling down my bare back feel sharper. I clamped down on my vibrator even harder then, biting my lip to keep my moans inside, and his smile widened. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

"What looks good?" he asked again.

I blinked at him, then felt myself blush. Was I really getting that distracted over a few words and a sexy grin? I forced myself to focus, then scanned the table, pointing to several different things that seemed to be worth trying while Derek used the serving utensils to put them on my plate. My husband loved any excuse to dote on me, and it made me feel so special. He treated me like his queen; always making sure I was taken care of, and well protected. In turn, I did my best to cater to his needs, both in and out of our bedroom.

Our dom/sub relationship was built on trust, love, and how much we cared for one another. Together, we had no problem expressing our deepest desires, or trying out wild kinks, but playing around in our bedroom wasn't enough anymore. That was how we ended up here in the first place. The idea of parading our love around in public had been a fantasy of mine for years, and he was determined to bring it to reality, even though I was a little scared to actually do it.

As we stood, my lower lips were steadily fluttering against the vibrator, and it was beginning to feel really good. There were people all around us, but no one in particular was glancing our way. It was a relief, but also a bit disappointing. I wanted people to see how my husband made me feel... but I wasn't sure I wanted these people to be our audience. Last time, we'd gone to a restaurant across town just to guarantee we wouldn't run into anyone we knew. Derek had too much confidence in me, bringing me here... but I had asked for something more extreme, and this was definitely that.

As Derek placed the last appetizer on my plate, our eyes met, and I found myself turning away, blushing; something I hadn't done in years. He always gave me butterflies, but it was like the eye contact was too much. The flush in my cheeks seemed to spread through my entire body, making the air around me feel like ice. I drew in a sharp breath, and Derek shook his head at me while letting out a soft chuckle. He was about to grab a plate for himself when a voice caught his attention.

"Johnson, there you are. I was looking for you this afternoon, but never tracked you down."

"Ahh, Mr. Sawyer. What did you need?"

Mr. Sawyer was another one of the partners here, and he was the most pleasant of the bunch. He was kind, polite, and actually handsome. He had on a fancy blue suit that made his eyes more visible behind his glasses, and his face was still youthful even though his hair was peppered with grey. He was also the only partner that was single; his wife died when his daughter was still a little girl. I knew it had been years since then, because last I'd heard, his daughter was nearly done with high school, but I'd never heard anything about him remarrying.

"Mrs. Johnosn, it's nice to see you again. I'm afraid I'll need to borrow your husband for a moment."

"That's okay... what's up?"

"Well, first off, I wanted to congratulate you on your win earlier this week, Johnson, but I also need to discuss a few things with you. Could you come to my office for a bit? It should be quick."

"Sure," he told Mr. Sawyer. "I'll be back as soon as I can, baby. Have a seat somewhere, okay? You'll be fine," he said to me with a peck on the cheek before walking off behind him.

I watched them walk away, wading through the crowd of people near the bar until they broke through and headed toward the executive offices on the opposite side of the party. I was left alone at the buffet table with my plate in hand, and a vibrator in my pussy. I sighed. I didn't want to stand in the middle of this crowd alone, not to mention Derek had told me to go find a seat somewhere. Being here without him was making my pulse race - and not in the good way. Sure, it was too loud for anyone to actually hear my vibrator, but if someone noticed, I had no idea what I'd say. Besides... it was starting to feel really good.

With that little moment Derek and I shared just before we were interrupted, he'd really gotten my body going again. That kiss before we got to the food, the way his voice felt like silk every time he called me Kitten... Mmm... I held back a moan; my lower lips were quivering, and very aware of the vibrator's presence. The rest of me felt vulnerable and needy, like the next touch would send me reeling, or make me scream. I couldn't wait for Derek to come back and wrap his arms around me again, or kiss me with those soft lips... I was throbbing just thinking about it. Oh, dear. I needed to be somewhere out of the way until I got myself under control!

I carefully walked away from the table of food and over to the champagne tower stacked up to the left of the bar. I grabbed a glass from the top, then made my way over towards an empty sofa across the room to the right, near the hallway Derek and Mr. Sawyer had disappeared into. Each step I took shifted the vibrator from one side to the other with the sway of my hips, sending intense pulses to either side of my canal. Every step was more difficult than the last; my only saving grace was that no one was in front of me to see the expressions on my face. I knew my eyes were rolling, and that my bottom lip was in my mouth, but there was nothing I could do to stop myself. It felt too incredible!

By the time I reached the sofa I'd been aiming at, my chest was heaving from trying to control my voice. I bent down cautiously to set my plate and glass on a small table next to the most pathetic ficus I'd ever seen. It was almost enough to distract me as my cross-body purse bumbled around, smacking against my behind, and giving my crotch a firm tap. I stood up straight - somehow managing not to moan - turned around, then carefully smoothed my dress under me so I could sit and pretend I wasn't halfway to an orgasm.

As soon as I hit the cushion, the vibrator rammed into me, forcing it further into my canal, and the wings enveloped my lower lips. I doubled over and almost moaned again, but I held it in, then straightened my back, trying to act as natural as possible in case someone was looking my way. Problem was, it felt great; I wasn't sure I could manage. I'd have to do my best to ignore it, but mmm... that felt impossible! My pussy felt like it was fluttering constantly; like it never had a moment to relax! I liked it a lot, and that was what worried me.

Sitting this far away had seemed like a good idea, because it would be harder for someone to get close enough to hear the vibrator, but I was also the only one over here sitting in the open. It would be easy for someone to randomly catch a glimpse of me at any moment, and they'd clearly see the naughty faces I was making. I clamped down on the vibrator then, and a breathy moan slipped through my lips. Uh-oh. The idea of being seen was turning me on more than I was comfortable with; I couldn't lose myself like this around the people here! I took a sip of my drink, hoping the alcohol would help me loosen up and worry a bit less about getting caught. I sat the half-finished glass on the table, then began to pick at the appetizers on my plate.

Glancing around the room, all the people were busy mingling, most with drinks in hand. I could see Mark Robinson, another of the partners, and his wife, Kathy, chatting with another someone I didn't recognize. Honestly, I almost didn't recognize her. It looked like she'd had another face lift, or maybe some bad Botox since the last party we'd both attended. It almost made me sad for her. Would I feel that insecure when I got closer to sixty? At least he was still married to her. Mr. Clark had left his last wife at the very first wrinkle on her brow, or so I'd heard. I was glad Derek wasn't that shallow.

Ugh. Kyle was over there, too. I really hoped he didn't see me sitting alone and come over to try to chat. I hated that guy! He was always hitting on me, and only when Derek wasn't around to stop him. I did not need him trying to get close to me, and I didn't want to listen to him talk with my pussy vibrating like this. I wasn't about to accidentally condition myself into tolerating his presence. This new vibrator felt way too amazing, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to drown it out again. I felt myself quiver then; just acknowledging it was there was enough to warrant a response. I almost wished Derek had gotten to adjust it before he left - I was beginning to feel like I could handle a bit more.

I let out a sigh as I leaned to reach for my glass; my hips moved against the seat, and that sigh nearly turned into a moan as the sensations rattled up through my body. Ohhh, yes! So goood! Both inside and out felt wonderful, and controlling myself was becoming more difficult by the minute. Mmm... I couldn't wait to have Derek down there later instead of this butterfly. All I had to do was endure this for a while longer, and I'd be dripping wet and begging him by the time we got home. God, I needed him, but this toy was okay for now. I wiggled my hips, just to feel it again, and found myself biting my lip to suppress the moan that went with it. I did it again, but found it much easier to hide behind a sip of champagne.

As the cool liquid went down my throat, I began to question if I was feeling the effects already; my lower lips felt warm, and every clench nearly made my eyes roll. Mmm... This was great - as long as I didn't have to talk to anyone else I didn't like, which was unfortunately a stretch at this party. It was definitely good practice for keeping a straight face under pressure, or keeping my voice down when I needed to, but in a different setting, that would be the fun part. Seeing someone's confused or disgusted face would be a turn on when I knew I'd never see them again, but I knew there would be more office parties to attend in the future. If I made a scene here, there would be consequences; whether it was Derek's position, or my own embarrassment, we weren't getting away scot-free. Still... even though this situation wasn't ideal, it was exhilarating to sit here with a vibe pressed into me.

Suddenly, I felt like I was choking; I hadn't been breathing enough, and I realized it was because I'd never actually stopped grinding my hips. I tried to stop, but I couldn't! Each rock of my hips shifted the vibe, making the inside clatter around and vibrate against my walls on one side, then the other, or front and back. Mmm! I squeezed against it with each solid touch, and found I had to try extra hard to correct my face. My eyes were fluttering, and my bottom lip was trapped between my teeth. I forced a deep breath to try and calm myself, then stuffed a spinach puff in my mouth to hopefully stop my moaning.

Acting like nothing was out of the ordinary was proving to be difficult. Maybe drinking that entire glass of champagne had been a mistake. I had loosened up, and was less worried, but now I felt as though my modesty had flown away with it. Not to mention my pussy was feeling even more aroused. I had to be drenched by now! Uh-oh. Would the toy be enough to contain my wetness? Should I go slip on those panties after all? I didn't want to stand up and have a wet spot on my dress...

Movement to my left caught my eye. It was Derek coming out of the hallway. I stood up, flying to meet him a few feet away from the sofa.

"Sire, you're back," I whined a bit too desperately as I placed my hands and head on his chest.

"Mmhmm. I sure am, Kitten," he said as he gently rubbed my back.

His warm touch made me gasp; my eyes went wide, and my head tilted backward. As I regained my composure, our eyes met and my lips were quickly drawn to his. I moaned against his mouth as his arms embraced me, then eagerly lapped at his lips. He opened his mouth, and my tongue plunged inside, rapidly winding and slipping against his. My arms went up around his shoulders, then further to feel at his soft, coiled hair. Derek's arms slid lower, tracing a line down my bare back until the fabric stopped him, then went for my behind instead. I moaned again, interrupting the kiss, but quickly dove back in, sucking his bottom lip between mine. I traced it with my tongue, then let it go to assault the top one. He matched my energy, kissing my lips in succession as I whimpered softly into his mouth.

Derek gripped my behind, bringing an audible moan from my throat that broke our kiss. His lips and the constant vibration had me feeling like I was floating, but as my eyes began to focus, I remembered where we were.

"How are you holding up? You seem like you're enjoying yourself."

"I... I am... it feels really good. Almost too good."

"Why does it sound like you're worried?"

"Because... I don't want a moan to slip where someone could overhear... Or to start dripping down my thighs... What if someone notices what we're up to?"

"Don't worry, honey," he said softly. "I can almost guarantee that anyone here that would have anything to say is too busy getting drunk to notice what we've got going on. It's pretty quiet over here, too, and I can't hear it. You'll be fine if you keep your voice down."

"That's the problem. I'm worried I can't!"

"Well... only good girls who keep quiet get rewarded later," he chided as he gazed down into my eyes.

I frowned. I didn't want to go through all this and not get fucked afterwards... being this turned on and having absolutely nothing come of it? It would make this entire night pointless!

"O-okay..." I sighed.

"You're doing just fine, Kitten."

Derek kissed me on the head, which made me feel a bit better. I was still worried, but as long as he was by my side, I could keep going.

"Promise you won't leave me again?"

"I can't promise someone else won't want to talk to me, but I'll do my best to stay with you."

"Okay..."

"Don't sound so sad. We're having a good time, right? Maybe I should turn it up a bit?" he suggested as he pulled out his phone.

I'd wanted it earlier, but I wasn't sure how I felt about it now - Derek turned it up before I had a chance to protest. Immediately, I felt the difference as my pussy clamped down around the vibrator, and the sensations rattled through my body. I clung to my husband as my legs wobbled, then looked up at his face. He grinned at me as he held me steady, and my pussy quivered even harder. I couldn't stop myself from squirming; making the vibrator touch me at different angles. Every subtle movement of my hips was doing something different, and each felt absolutely incredible. In fact, it felt so good, I almost didn't care if someone turned our way. All they'd see was me clinging to my husband as he hugged me. I was wiggling as discretely as I could, and the vibrator was still quieter than the hum of the crowd and the smooth jazz under it all.

Then, one of my squirms hit me just right, and I nearly let out a real moan. I buried my face into Derek's chest when I felt my eyes flutter. My breath caught in my throat, and he tightened his arms around me to keep me from falling. I took a deep breath, nearly choking on his cologne. I needed to control myself better! I was getting so caught up in how good I was feeling that I was beginning to forget where I was. I didn't want someone to walk over to talk to my husband while my eyes were rolling out of my head.

I reluctantly stopped moving my hips and carefully took a step back from Derek. He looked down at me then, and I felt as though I was trapped in his gaze. His eyes were burning bright with passion and mischief, instantly reminding me that I was his beloved plaything. The way his smile overtook his handsome face left me breathless, and I was drawn to him as though he was the only source of oxygen in the room. His supple lips touched mine, and my entire body felt electrified as I pressed against his. My skin was tingling, my lower lips were buzzing, and his hands felt like hot sparks as they gripped my waist. I eagerly parted my lips for him, and his tongue readily slipped inside.

He ravenously assaulted my mouth, his tongue spinning circles around mine, leaving me almost panting into his. My lower lips quivered, and I was suddenly worried about leaking down my thighs again, but when Derek pulled me closer, slowly sliding his arms down my back, I stopped caring. Nothing else mattered as long as I was with him. People could watch us kiss; see his hands gripping at my body, or mine feeling at his chest. They could see how weak he made me... mmm... I didn't care... but... maybe I did. As much as I wanted to let loose, being in front of his bosses and co-workers was killing it for me. I wish we were somewhere else!

His lips felt amazing as he kissed me even deeper, sucking hungrily, like he was trying to drink me down. The slight bulge in his pants confirmed it; Derek was enjoying this, too. Mmm... I could feel him pulsing against me, which sent a jolt to my lower lips. They clamped hard over the vibrator and sent another sensation back up through my body, then out into his mouth. The moan was rough enough to pause our kiss. Derek throbbed against me then, which brought another sound from my throat and a smile to my cheeks. His lips curled into a grin as we parted staring deep into each other's eyes.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too."

"You're doing great, baby. Come on," Derek said as he crossed behind me to the sofa I'd been sitting at. He put my half-eaten plate and empty wine glass into one hand, then said: "Let's go back over to the food table. I never got something to eat."

I simply nodded as he reached for me, then he led me over there with an arm around my waist. I was too busy trying to collect myself to form a sentence. My entire body was worked up; first from the vibrator, then from those kisses, and each step I took kept me just as horny. Even the arm he had around me felt amazing, and he wasn't even touching my bare skin! I was feeling so many sensations, that it was almost overwhelming. Would I be able to make it through the rest of the party feeling like this?

Derek and I merged into the crowd of people standing around near the food and drinks, and each time someone gave me one of those courteous, smiling head nods as we squeezed past, I felt my lower lips react. Each clamp and quiver made me want to roll my eyes and moan, but somehow, I held it in, and none of them were any the wiser. Wow! These people really had no idea that I was wearing a vibrator! I couldn't believe it! Maybe this would be easier to get away with than I thought.

When we arrived, Derek began to make a tiny plate of appetizers for himself while I picked at what was left on mine. Standing proved to be much easier than walking with the vibrator, and I found that even though it still felt amazing, it wasn't nearly as difficult to control my face and sounds. My pussy felt sensitive; like anything additional would warrant a reaction. A hip movement from me, a light touch from my husband... I bet even just a smile from him would make me clench. Just thinking of the possibilities made me throb as I bit into a cream puff extra hard. I found myself wiggling my hips again, but promptly stopped myself when someone glanced my way.

I looked at Derek as he began to back away from the table. He started to say something, but was interrupted by someone behind him calling his name. It was Kyle Miller, an attorney who started around the same time Derek did, and one of the last people I wanted to talk to today. His clothes were disheveled as always with his slightly unbuttoned, untucked, dingy-white dress shirt, with no tie, and a suit that looked like it hadn't been ironed. As he got closer, I found my annoyance was outweighing the sensations from my vibrator.

"Derek! What's up man? Great party, huh?"

"Hey, Kyle. It's pretty good."

"The crab puffs are really good," he said as he plucked one from Derek's plate.

"Haven't had the chance to try them yet," Derek said, voice completely deadpan.

"Grats on that case, by the way," Kyle said with his mouth full.

"Thanks... how's yours going?"

"Oooo... Don't ask. Unless someone finds some new evidence, or I figure out a loophole, I'm probably losing this one."

"I'm sure you'll figure something out, man."

"Pfft... Nah, I can't do the impossible. I'm not you," he laughed. "There's a reason you're the bosses' favorite."

"Hey, Johnson, can you come over here?" a third voice shouted out from the crowd behind us.

We all turned to see, but all I saw was a hand beckoning him over, waving above the crowd. Derek turned back to me and urged me to follow him. I was right behind him until a hand on my shoulder stopped me in my tracks. Of course, it was Kyle.

"Hey there, Abby," he said. "Looking fine as always. That dress is showing off all your best features."

"Don't touch me," I told him as I knocked his hand away, completely appalled.

"Sorry... I just couldn't let you walk away without a little hello first."

"Hi."

He tried to put his arm around my waist, but I quickly pushed him aside.

"Come on, don't be like that. How you been, girl? Derek treating you right?"

"Of course he is," I frowned.

"You sure?" he asked as he leaned in closer. "Cause I'd be happy to show you what life with a real man is like."

"He's a better man than you'll ever be," I quipped.

"You sure? I know I could make you one happy lady..." he slowly ran a finger down my arm with the last few words.

I shivered, not in pleasure, but out of sheer disgust. "I told you not to touch me." I began to back away from him and bumped into someone behind me. "S-sorry," I told them, turning quickly, then Derek scooted past them, much to my relief.

"Abby..."

"Sorry, I was right behind you, until..." I turned and glared at Kyle.

"We were just catching up," he told my husband, doing his best to seem innocent, like he hadn't just been trying to steal his wife.

"Well, I need her to come with me," he said as he took my hand and pulled me closer.

"My bad, man," Kyle replied, holding his hands up.

Derek sighed, then ushered me away from the snack bar; I tossed my empty plate into a trash can as we passed it, then we merged into the sea of people. We made our way to the opposite side of the party until we were standing mostly alone near a window, a balloon bouquet, and a tiny table. Derek set his plate down, then bent to my eye level.

"Are you okay, honey?"

"I'm fine..." I mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

I stared out into the darkness, not seeing much besides my own reflection. My arms were crossed in front of me; I felt cold, and the friction from rubbing my hands against them was all I had at the moment. I didn't like being touched by people I disliked, let alone by men that weren't my husband. It wasn't just an instant mood killer; it made me completely uncomfortable. I almost wanted to cry.

Derek lifted my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Did he touch you?"

I wanted to turn away, but Derek wouldn't let me. His eyes demanded an answer, but I was already trying to forget.

"Well... he stopped me from following you by grabbing my shoulder..." I started, Derek crossing his arms and nodding as I spoke. "He ran a finger down my arm... and he did try for my waist, but I stopped him. And the things he always says are just so... sleazy! I hate it."

Derek frowned. "I'm sorry, baby. Ugh! Kyle just doesn't know when to quit! I know we've asked him to stop in the past... I wish there was more we could do about it. Clark and Brown don't really care about this kind of thing, even if it's their own wives being harassed," he sighed. "I should have made sure you were in front of me before I walked off."

"It's okay..." I sighed.

"Hey... come here."

Derek took my hands, unfolded my arms, and put them around his waist. His strong arms wrapped around my body, and reminded me that I was safe with him. I placed my head on his chest, and let the steady beat of his heart calm me as he gently stroked my back. His warm hands were soothing, but it was really the heat of his body and familiar scent that made me feel okay again. As long as I was with him, I knew things would be alright. He'd make sure of it.

Moments passed with me in my husband's arms, relaxing more by the second. He kissed my head, and a heat rushed through me from the top down. I sighed with content, and his arms tightened around me... then the next thing I knew, my lower lips tightened around my vibrator. Somehow, I'd forgotten it was there, but now it was reminding me of its presence in full force. I was suddenly quivering against it again, almost non-stop, and it made me cling to Derek even harder. I blinked at him in panicked desperation, but he just looked down at me with another one of his sexy grins.

I stretched upward to kiss him; our lips barely touching. My hands slid up his back, and his slid down mine as our lips parted with intent. As his tongue brushed mine, my heartbeat sped up, and my pussy clamped onto my vibrator. I sighed softly into his mouth, then his tongue pushed in deeper as I melted into his body. Mmm... this was what I needed; a reminder that he loved me, and a distraction from all the annoyances. Nothing else mattered, because at the end of the day, it would be just me and him, alone, making this whole night worth it. A smile curled across my lips as my pussy throbbed again. I could feel Derek smiling, too, then he gave me one last slip of the tongue before pulling himself away.

"Don't worry, Kitten. You won't have to wait too much longer. I just have to..."

"Heeeey, Derek... I heard you were giving a speech tonight," said Jessica Hill, a woman who had decided she was my husband's 'work wife.'

I didn't know much about her other than she hadn't worked here as long as most of the other people who had offices on this floor, and she wasn't even thirty yet. That meant Jessica was either good in the court room, or good in bed - my bet was on the latter. She was wearing what appeared to be a red suit vest, but it was actually a halter top; it left her back and shoulders bare since her hair was wrapped into a messy bun. Her bottom half was barely covered by a tight, black mini skirt, but she had nude stockings underneath to pretend she was modest. She also had way too much makeup accentuating her eyes, so I could clearly see that they were locked onto Derek. She stood there, smiling and batting her fake eyelashes at him, paying absolutely no mind to the frown on my face.

"Yeah, Mr. Clark asked me to say a few words. No big deal."

"It is a big deal... he doesn't ask just anyone to do things like that... and on his big night, too? You're special," she flirted.

"What speech?" I asked, glancing between them both.

"When I walked away a bit ago, Clark told me I was doing the opening toast for his speech. Wants me to talk about winning cases and pulling through even when the case looks bleak."

"That's because you always win, Derek," Jessica giggled. "You're soooo good at what you do."

She tried to close the gap between them, but Derek took a side-step towards me. Jessica didn't take the hint; she moved closer, and even grabbed his arm. She stared up at him dreamily as she refused to let go, and it was really pissing me off.

"If you keep beating cases like this, there's no chance we'll ever get to collaborate again... I miss those late nights we had alone in your office..."

She looked at him, and I could see the desire all over her face as her hands slithered up his arm and stopped on his chest. That was the last straw. I pulled his other arm, getting him far enough away from her that I could wrap both arms around his waist.

"He is a great attorney, isn't he? He's also a great father, and a wonderful husband," I said.

Jessica frowned, then said: "He is amazing, isn't he?" as she stepped closer yet again.

"Yes. That's why I married him," I said as I pulled him away again.

"Hmm... well, nothing lasts forever..." she snarked.

That bitch! Who did she think she was, talking to me like that?! Derek was mine, and he always would be. I looked at him then, one hand drifting up his chest to cup his cheek, turning his head to face me. I stood on my toes to kiss his lips, and one of his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. His lips met mine softly, but I quickly escalated the kiss into something fierce. My tongue slid into his mouth, enveloping his, playing as deeply as I could manage. My arms were around his shoulders, and I couldn't resist letting my hands reach up to stroke his soft hair. I caught a glimpse of Jessica, who was watching us with a scowl on her face. It almost made me laugh. She was an idiot if she thought she could steal him away. Derek had one hobby: me.

Our kiss continued, and I let my hands wander all over my husband's body; from his head and shoulders, to his strong pecs and arms, then around to feel at his muscular back. Mmm... and his lips were so soft. His tongue was so slick! A small moan escaped me, and I peeked just in time to see the frustration growing on Jessica's face. Derek's hand moved down to my lower back, catching my breath in the kiss. I felt myself clench, and I let out another soft moan, then had a groan from him rattle through my body. I whimpered slightly, then felt his hand cup my behind. My pussy quivered against the vibrator again, and I kissed him harder; I didn't care to hold back. This was the perfect opportunity to rub our love in someone else's face.

Derek grabbed me by the waist with both hands then, pulling me as close to his body as I could get before kissing me even harder. I stood right where he wanted me as his tongue invaded my mouth again, assaulting my tongue like a whirlwind of passion. His arms wandered lower; one to the small of my back, and the other got a firm grip on my ass. I kissed back eagerly, letting out a moan in the process as my pussy throbbed to the quickening beat of my heart. Under normal circumstances, quivering like this would feel like just the beginning, but with the vibrator going, it was almost too much. My pussy was practically jumping; each throb more intense than the last, but I loved it, especially with an audience.

Jessica glared at us, growing more upset by the minute, and for some reason, my body felt extra hot and needy. I pushed myself into Derek, my arms tightening around his neck. I felt his lips curl just before his tongue dove deeper, and another low grumble vibrated through his chest. I heard Jessica scoff, and my pussy immediately clenched. I glanced at her, then smiled against Derek's lips as the frown on her face deepened. She flipped me off, then turned and stomped away. I was cackling on the inside as Derek and I continued. That jealous bitch may have been gone, but I wasn't about to stop.

Derek was an incredible kisser, but making her watch just to piss her off was a turn on I hadn't expected. Sure, the idea of someone watching us be passionate or sexual was something I knew I enjoyed, but making someone angry with it was a new concept. Forcing her to watch me kiss the man she wanted - my man, the best husband in the world - was a power trip I wasn't prepared for. It was like I was marking my territory; letting everyone around us know that he was all mine. Mmm... God, I love him so much, and I loved that he went along with making her jealous. It was fun, but now I was wondering if anyone else was looking at us. Who else was watching my husband run his hands up and down my body while he kissed me so ravenously? Hopefully Kyle was somewhere finally getting the memo. I felt myself clench against the vibrator. Mmm... and the sensations from my toy were so intense!

As Derek and I continued to kiss, my pussy was fluttering into overdrive, and it was making it difficult to keep my lips pressed to his. The vibrations between my legs were beginning to overwhelm me. Weak moans and whimpers flowed into his throat, and his grip on me tightened as my knees grew weary. I didn't let that stop me from returning his kisses; I wanted him to know just how much I was enjoying all of this. I plunged my tongue deeper, coaxing him into a deep rhythmic kiss full of suction. It only lasted for a moment; I felt him throb against me. That brought a moan out of me that broke our kiss completely, leaving me staring helplessly into his gorgeous eyes.

"Glad to see you're feeling better," Derek whispered.

I giggled. "It's all thanks to you."

"Good," he laughed. "And don't listen to Jessica... she keeps trying, but I promise, I'm not reciprocating."

"I'm not worried about her, but making her mad was fun."

"It was more satisfying than I expected," he chuckled. "Hopefully now she'll believe me when I tell her I only have eyes for you."

His sweet words warmed my body and sent a jolt down to my lower lips. "I love you, so much, Derek," I told him.

"I love you, too," he said before kissing me on the head. "How is your vibrator doing? Still comfortable?"

"It's fine as far as comfort goes... It's not pinching or sitting improperly... but..."

"But?"

"Well, after all that, it's a little intense. I feel like I'm going numb down there."

"Okay. Let me turn it down a bit."

Derek pulled out his phone and opened up the app to adjust the settings. Before he could do anything with it, someone else walked up to us. It was Mr. Brown.

"Johnson! There you are!"

"Sir?" Derek replied as he shoved his phone into his pocket.

"Just a quick word before your speech."

The two of them began to chat, but I was starting to zone out. Now that my arousal had returned, the vibe was too intense; I had been counting on him turning it down. Standing was beginning to feel difficult. It was a lot easier when his arms were around me, supporting most of my weight. Now my legs felt weak, and it was hard to keep my knees straight. I looked at Derek, who was nodding intently as Mr. Brown spoke to him, hoping he'd see the desperation in my eyes.

It was then that he put both hands in his pockets, and I felt my remote vibrator escalate. The intensity nearly doubled, and I turned slightly, so Mr. Brown couldn't see the expression on my face. My eyes squeezed shut as I bit my lip and did my best to keep my legs from buckling. I wanted to fall onto the floor moaning, right there, but I couldn't cause a scene in front of my husband's colleagues! I took a deep breath, steeling myself, then turned back to Derek.

"Alright, let's get you up there," Mr. Brown said to Derek.

"Okay," he replied, then turned to me and said: "I've got to go make this speech. I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?"

"O-okay..."

I didn't get to tell him what was happening because his boss led him away towards the sofa with the banner above it. I slowly followed behind them, finding each step I took more difficult than the last. The vibrator was powerful, feeling like an engine between my legs, and the appendage on the inside was rattling from side to side with vibrations so intense I swore my entire body was quaking. Every breath I took was at risk of becoming a moan, and keeping a straight face felt impossible. I wasn't sure how, but I managed to make my way to the back of the crowd just in time for Derek to start speaking.

The band had stopped playing and left their station at some point, so the room was dead silent aside from his voice. That meant any sound I made would be audible. Gulp. I had to keep my cool, but that seemed unlikely with how my pussy was feeling. I had to bear with it. I could do this! At least until Derek could turn it down... I hoped.

"Good evening, everyone. My name is Derek Johnson, and I'd like to thank you all for attending tonight to celebrate the recent victory of Mr. Ronald Clark on behalf of G&Q Stocks. It was an unlikely victory, but as we do here, he made it happen. I've learned a lot from this man, from the days of my internship, to seeing how he operates in the office..."

Uh-oh... I was beginning to lose track of what my husband was saying. The vibrator felt like it was out of control! There was no way the motor was running this hard, and I could barely hear it humming between my own thighs! It had to be twice as powerful as the old one was! Who could even use it set this high?! My legs were wobbly, but I had no way to support myself aside from my own willpower. I did everything I could to keep my knees straight, but the sensations assaulting my lower lips had other plans. This was the most intense stimulation I'd ever felt, and it was so. Fucking. GOOOD! My entire vagina was tingling; every nerve ending completely aroused! My body rocked back and forth, stirring it around, and each involuntary movement made me want to scream! Ahhh!

I stumbled and felt it shift inside of me, pressing firmly into one side of my canal. It was so overwhelming that my eyes fluttered shut, but that proved to be even worse for my balance. I nearly fell forward, steadying myself on my knees, but being bent over offered a new sensation I wasn't ready for. It felt like it might slip out, but the harness was keeping it carefully in place, causing it to tease my lower lips and hole instead of obliterating them. I took a sharp breath, forcing myself to keep quiet, but I knew the bliss was written on my face as I stared down at the ground.

Ohhhh! This feeling was incredible! It reminded me of when Derek would pull out slightly and give me those shallow thrusts after pounding me extra deep. He'd tease my bits with that big, hard, cock of his until I begged him for more, then he'd plunge it back inside and fuck me even harder... God, that sounded amazing right now... and this felt dangerously good! Fuuuck! If this kept up, I was sure to...

It was then that I heard Derek's voice again: "... thanks to all the support of my lovely wife, Abby."

My heart jumped into my throat as I stood up straight to see Derek gesturing in my direction, and my vibrator slid back to its proper place in the process. My pussy clamped down over it, sending an intense jolt of pleasure through my entire body as I forced myself to keep the reaction off my face. The crowd of people all turned to look at me just as I managed to twist my mouth into a soft smile. I did my best to act natural, though I was positive I stopped breathing. My pussy was overloaded with different sensations: being penetrated again, my lower lips being enveloped by the wings, and the slight soreness caused by the intensity. Add all that to the fact I was being watched - this was insane!

As I smiled and waved to the onlooking crowd, my entire body felt like it was on edge; I was so sensitive that I swore I could feel their eyes grazing my skin. So many people; Derek's co-workers, their spouses, and dozens of clients acknowledged me as my pussy quivered in ecstasy. It felt absolutely surreal; like a dream come true... like... like I couldn't last much longer!

I froze, so I wouldn't bubble over, and for a moment, I felt like I was floating. Their faces were aimed at me for what felt like an eternity, but they all turned back to my husband without noticing our kinky little secret. My heart was still beating through my chest as I figured out how to breathe again. I couldn't believe it. I actually stood here on the verge of an orgasm as all these people stared at me, and they had no idea! Oh my god! I've never felt this alive! And my body has never felt this good!

The excitement was too much for me to handle. My pussy was on fire, nearly sore from throbbing so much, but it was a pleasant pain that made everything happening tonight feel more real. I had been so skeptical at first, that I could enjoy myself like this at this party, but it was turning out to be the most spectacular night I'd ever had. I'd mentioned to Derek years ago that I wanted to do things in public, but he was the one who studied up on exhibitionism and came up with a plan for exposure. I thought he was crazy picking a setting like this, but my body felt so great right now! At this rate, I really would cum right here behind this crowd.

Wait! Nooo! I needed Derek to see the look on my face! I wanted to gaze into his eyes as I spilled over into a dripping mess! I needed him to watch me with lust written on his face as I showed him how good he made me feel! I stood there, taking shallow breaths, trying to keep as still as I could. Standing up straight and keeping quiet was taking all my concentration, but my pussy was still burning. I could feel my warmth beginning to drip down my thighs. Oh... I should have put those panties on after all; it was going to run past my knee soon if Derek didn't hurry up. I desperately needed him to turn it down!

"And now, the man of the evening, Mr. Ronald Clark," I heard Derek say.

Oh, good. Was he done? I... I was beginning to feel dizzy. I couldn't have been standing here too long, but it felt like ages. My legs were weak as I stumbled behind the crowd, trying to circle around and find my husband. The vibrator was moving with me, but I almost couldn't tell the difference; everything was throbbing too much. My eyes couldn't focus either. I was lucky that Mr. Clark had already begun to speak, and all attention was on him as I reunited with Derek. I nearly collapsed into his arms, but he caught me, and I buried my face into his chest. I took deep breaths, inhaling his relaxing scent, then lost complete control of my knees. His powerful arms tightened around me, pulling me back up to my feet. Then I heard his voice resound through his chest.

"Are you okay, honey?" he worried.

I nodded against him, finding it difficult to speak. I lifted up, trying to get closer to his ear; he leaned in to make whispering easier.

"The vibrator... You accidentally turned it up before you went to address everyone..."

"What?"

He shifted me to one arm so he could pull out his phone. He opened it up, and I watched his eyes widen. "Oh, shit!"

He thumbed the digital slider, bringing it down, and I immediately felt relief. I could breathe again, and stand, but my pussy was a little sore. It wasn't just the intensity; getting that close to an orgasm, but not having one didn't help either.

"How's that? Lower?"

"I... I don't know..."

"How about we try this?"

I wasn't sure what he meant until it happened. The constant buzzing between my legs was now pulsating. It was a nice contrast to what just happened, and I was pretty sure it wasn't constant or fast enough to make me cum before I wanted to.

"How is it?"

"It's... pretty good actually..."

"Good. I'm sorry about that... I must have nudged it when I put my hand in my pocket or something. I thought I closed the screen, but..."

"It's okay..."

"You did a great job handling yourself, Kitten," he said before he kissed me on the head.

I felt myself blush. "Thank you..."

"Was it nice?"

I only nodded. I loved it, but it was too embarrassing to admit. I was still too overwhelmed! All those people, their eyes turning to me... and that nearly orgasmic feeling of being watched~!

"Come here," he said holding out his arms.

I went in for a hug, and he held me tight; I needed it after all that. It had been absolutely amazing, and my pussy still felt so good. Mmm... I couldn't wait until we were home in bed together tonight. I felt myself clench. My pussy was wet and ready to have him inside me instead, but I didn't mind staying like this as long as we could. I felt so much better with him here; all my worries were melting away. He was like a parachute helping me float down from cloud nine. It put me at ease, and I could relax again.

Derek loosened his grip slightly then, allowing me to gaze up at him. His smile was radiant, his eyes were bright, and I was left completely enamored. How was he so effortlessly handsome? Not to mention strong, hard-working, successful... and such a good dom. Having his arms around me was making me feel weak again, and it had nothing to do with the vibrator. Derek was an amazing man; he was the best husband. God, I love him so much. Then he kissed me, and it felt like my entire body turned to static. My pussy clamped down on the vibe, sending an achy wave through me that made my skin run cold. His lips were scorching by comparison, and so was every other inch of him that was pressed against me.

Then his tongue invaded my mouth, forcefully penetrating my lips, so it could play with mine. They coiled and twirled as I whimpered for more, and Derek's arms tightened around my back, his hot hands pressing into my bare skin. My hands felt at his shoulders and pecs as sexy groans rumbled through his chest and into my waiting mouth. My lower lips were throbbing in time to the pulsating vibrator, each clench causing a gasp longer than the last. Then he kissed me deep, pulling me into that rhythm again, making sloppy noises I was sure the people in front of us could hear, but neither of us cared. It was just the two of us right now.

As the kiss escalated, my husband's hands drifted down my body, feeling at my waist. My hands were still around his shoulders; rubbing his head, and playing with his hair, but then I felt the excitement that had been growing in his pants. I moaned into the kiss as I felt him throb, then moved a hand down his body to cup what was hardening in his pants. A satisfied groan from him slipped into our kiss, then his hands slid further down, too. He massaged my lower back, dangerously close to my ass, and made me moan even louder, but his mouth immediately found it's way back to mine. I petted the bulge in his pants, moaning softly as I noticed how hard he'd gotten. His excitement made me clench, and another lewd sound poured out of me.

It was then that he reached for my behind. My legs buckled and I held on tight to his shoulder, but he held me tighter, still managing to keep his lips in place as he supported my body with no signs of straining. I moaned again then, not just reveling in his strength, but also to gasp for air. I gazed at him lovingly as he gently let me go, then the crowd began to applaud. It wasn't for us; the speech had concluded, and the people were wandering away. I was hardly breathing as I looked back at Derek, who just smiled at me.

"Come with me," he said as he took my hand.

"Okay," I breathed, still too light-headed to speak properly.

Derek led me towards the closest hallway. Walking wasn't nearly as difficult as it had been earlier, but each step still offered some pleasant stimulation as my pussy continued to throb to the pattern of the vibrator. The hall was dimly lit; the only light was at the end, and it was then I realized we were headed in the direction of my husband's office. I glanced at him as we walked. He grinned at me, then dropped my hand, and wrapped his arm around my waist instead. I felt myself clench against the vibrator as my heart began to pound. Were we about to have sex in his office? Had that been his plan all along? I... I thought I had to wait until we got home!

My pussy quivered in anticipation, going harder and faster with each step we took down the hall. It wasn't long before we rounded the corner and reached the door. I looked at Derek, who was still just smiling as he put me between him and the door, then leaned down for a kiss. It was quick, but fierce, and told me everything I needed to know. He was serious about this. He wanted to fool around in his office, even though at least a hundred people were right down the hall!

Derek jiggled the handle behind me, finding the door locked, then fished in his pocket for the keys. He showed me his sexiest grin as he flipped through them searching for the right one. Meanwhile, my body was in full panic mode. My heart was pounding faster, my breath was ragged, and the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy, but my pussy was still jumping regardless. This felt incredibly risky, but the confidence in my husband's eye when he finally got the door open was enough to make me want to go through with it. He walked me through the threshold, and I turned to him as he closed the door behind us. I got trapped in his eyes, then before I knew it, I was pinned to the door.

My husband's lips mashed against mine as he kissed me with more fervor than he had all night. His body kept me against the solid door as his strong hands slowly glided over me; first gently riding the slope of my curves, then forcefully groping my hips. He kneaded at my body, but found my purse to be in his way. A frustrated groan rumbled in his chest as he quickly lifted the strap over my head, then set it on the chair behind him. He smiled at me as he closed the gap again, his lips crushing right back into place. My arms rested helplessly around his shoulders as I moaned into his mouth, then his tongue slipped inside just as his hands squeezed my behind. I moaned again, but his tongue only teased at mine, and I wanted more. I shoved my tongue deep, sliding it along his, then forced it into a spiral. He kissed me even harder, then found a way to bring his body closer.

My back was now flat against the door. His warm hands had reached through the slit of my dress, firmly cupping my bare ass as he held me up with a knee between my legs for extra support. I let out a surprised moan as the vibrator smashed into me, then my walls clamped down around it, causing me to let out another audible sound. Derek put his lips back on mine then, and I desperately tightened my arms around his neck and shoulders. I couldn't stop myself from grinding against his thigh, stroking my hips to the pulse of the vibrator while our kiss grew hungrier and fell into that satisfying rhythm. Mmm... My hands rubbed at his head, but it wasn't enough. I needed to feel more of his body!

I slid a hand into his suit jacket so I could touch his chest. I started by massaging his pecs, then coasted my way up to his sturdy shoulders as they kept me supported. My lower lips trembled when I grasped how easy it seemed for him, and I found myself bucking against him harder. His hands kneaded my behind as they helped guide my hips over his thigh, and I found my hand wandering lower, gliding over his stomach. It was solid and powerful, but it wasn't quite what I wanted. I hastily opened his jacket, then tugged at the bottom of his shirt until the front was free, reaching underneath to feel his bare abs. Mmm... Yes... I moaned into our kiss as I traced his stomach with my finger, but I was quickly stopped by the fabric.

Both of my hands reached between us to undo his buttons, then I was finally able to feel all of him. My fingers skated over his torso until my arms were wrapped around his waist. I ran them up his back, caressing every inch, then I clung to him tighter. I just couldn't ignore his strength as he held me in place; it made my pussy throb as I ground the vibrator against his leg even harder. I let out a loud whine that broke our kiss then, and it left him smiling down at me. It was a naughty expression full of lust and the promise of what was to come... He had me completely captivated, but then I heard footsteps outside the office.

I glanced at the door behind me with the curtain covering its large window. I could see a silhouette, but it kept moving, and the footsteps faded away. I let out a breath as the coast cleared, and my entire body was left tingling. Wow! I was sure they'd heard that last moan, but apparently not. The way they lingered at the door... I thought we were busted, but then again... it was kind of dark in here. The wall that faced the hallway sitting area was made of floor to ceiling glass, and the blinds were completely closed, but plenty of light was coming from outside the office. Derek and I could see each other fairly well, but from the other side we were virtually invisible. If someone couldn't hear me moan like that from right outside the door... this was going to be a lot of fun!

I turned back to Derek, and he gave me a reassuring grin. I felt my pussy clench against the vibrator again, then my husband kissed me, making it worse. My body had already been incredibly aroused, but the thought of seeing someone walk by while Derek was having his way with me was sending me into overdrive. His tongue slipped back into my mouth, and every caress brought a soft moan from my throat. Mmm... I couldn't believe this was happening. And it had been so easy to sneak away! Oh, yes... Derek had come up with the perfect plan for the evening. He was so thoughtful, and loving... he was determined to make my dirtiest wishes come true. He's just the best... and he makes my body feel so damn good! Ahh!

Derek's hand had found its way between my legs; he pressed the vibrator into me, matching the pattern. I let out a long, loud moan as the sensations overwhelmed me, then heard some more footsteps lingering outside the door. My heart pounded faster, and my pussy quivered harder as I wondered if someone was gong to knock, or try to open the door behind me. Derek didn't let me turn to look this time. His lips firmly held my head in place as his hand pumped at my crotch; all I could do was kiss back and keep quiet, even though it was good enough to scream about. I heard the footsteps again, eventually fading away, then I threw myself at Derek, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and a leg around his waist.

I wanted him. I needed him. This was incredible, but my pussy was on fire! I needed some kind of satisfaction soon, or I was going to cum before he was inside me. Everything was so intense, I wanted to shout! I couldn't take this anymore! I needed him inside me, or I at least needed him to turn off this vibrator!

"Derek," I whispered as I pulled away from his lips. "Please..."

He smirked then. "Please what?" His hand was still playing with my vibrator.

"Please..." I moaned. "I can't take anymore... I... I need you."

"You need me? But I'm right here," he teased.

"You... you know what I mean!"

"Tell me what you mean," he demanded.

"I need you... Inside me... Please..." I begged.

"Where inside you?"

"There...! My pussy..." I whined. "Please... I'm going to cum if you keep going!"

He laughed. "Well, we know you don't want that, right?"

Derek took a step back and pulled me with him until I was on two feet again, wrapped in a hug. His body was warm as I put my arms around him, and he smelled absolutely divine, but it was then that I realized how hard he was. I could feel him wedged against my stomach, bulging, and begging to be set free. I couldn't stop myself from reaching to touch it with my hand. He was harder than earlier - a lot harder - and I felt myself throb just acknowledging that. It excited me to know how much he was enjoying himself. I loved being his toy, and letting him tease me like this... but I loved being used even more. I stroked him through his pants, then gazed up at him, pleading with my eyes.

"Please, Sire... I need you..."

"Alright, Kitten. I'll give you what you want... but first, we have to take off this vibrator."

I only nodded. My heart was pounding, and my chest was tight. I questioned if I was breathing or not as Derek knelt down, then hiked up the front slit of my dress. He bunched it around my waist, then got me to hold it so his hands were free. He traced my skin along the sides of the vibrator's thong harness, and I drew in a sharp breath as I squeezed my eyes shut. I peered down at him as his fingers reached the front, and the glimmer in his eyes was enough to make me want to moan. I could see that he wanted me as bad as I wanted him, but I also knew he liked to take his time. Of course, I loved being savored by my husband, but after everything my body had already been through tonight, our normal foreplay would be too much to handle.

He slid his hand between my legs, pressing against the vibrator, and I tried my hardest not to scream.

"Your thighs are drenched..."

Derek stared up at me with a smug, mischievous grin as he pushed it again. I bit my lip, trying to keep the pleasure inside, but it was too much! He was so sexy gazing up at me like that, inches from my delicate bits, and every time his eyes focused on my lower lips, his expression shifted to something darker. He stared at it as though he was starving; like he'd devour me whole and eat me until I begged him to stop. Ugh! I couldn't take this anymore! This was agonizing!

"Ohhhhh! Please! I can't take anymore, it's too good! I'm going to cum!" I nearly shouted.

Derek chuckled. "Okay, okay. I'll stop teasing you... for now."

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and switched the vibrator off. Regardless, my pussy still felt like it was fluttering. It throbbed harder, like it was trying to compensate, and my head flew back as I let out a moan that quickly turned into panting. I felt Derek's hands on my hips again, and my head snapped to look down at him. I moaned as our eyes locked, then another sexy grin overtook his face. He held the vibrator in place between my legs with one hand as the other tugged at the waistband; one side, then the other, until the band was all the way down my thighs. He looked from my face to my pussy as he slowly pulled it down and out, taking a thick trail of my juices along with it. I moaned, long and loud as my pussy convulsed again with more of my wetness dribbling down my thighs, almost to my knees.

"I've never seen you this wet and ready, Kitten," he laughed. "Who's my naughty girl?"

"I... I am..." I blushed.

He stuck the long part of the vibrator in his mouth. "Mmm... and you taste so good."

My empty pussy clenched hard as Derek kept speaking: "You did such a good job tonight," he said, gazing up at me with intense eyes. "You deserve a nice reward."

I didn't get to say anything to that because his face pressed into my crotch, and his arms wrapped around my thighs, spreading them apart. My calves rested over his shoulders as he held me up, and my top half was forced onto the door again. Then Derek's tongue plunged inside me and I let out the loudest moan of the evening. He probed my hole, sticking his tongue in just enough to tease the spots that were already overly responsive from the vibrator. Each action brought soft whimpers from me, but they were drowned out by the sounds of him drinking me down. Every flick was followed by a slurp as his tongue traced the folds, and all I could do was try to keep my voice down. My pussy was so tender that every touch felt like it could be the one that sent me over the edge, but I wouldn't let myself cum without him inside me. I wouldn't be happy unless I came with his dick pounding into me. Even if I could hear him eating me, tasting every inch... Mmm... and those satisfied hums coming from deep in his chest! Oh, yes.

"Derek..." I breathed.

I was helpless at this angle; I couldn't even push myself against his face. His grip was firm, but I didn't know he was strong enough to hold me in a wall sit like this. Surely, I'd start slipping down the door soon, but he seemed to have me, and was still managing to do such a good job between my legs! Mmm... He lapped at my clit, his tongue spinning circles around it, and I had no choice but to endure it. I moaned out loud, my back arching slightly away from the door, but he continued. His tongue ran over it; up and down, more times than I could count. Then he sucked it into his mouth for a second, ending with a loud smack. I moaned again as my pussy throbbed against his face, and he went right back to kissing my lips. He alternated with licking my hole, getting another audible taste of my juices that made me convulse again - hard enough to start sliding to the floor.

He held me as best he could, but my crotch smashed into his face as I tried to catch myself. My back was on the floor, but my legs were still over Derek's shoulders as he knelt in front of me. He kept me there with my butt off the ground, then buried his face into me again, shaking it back and forth with his tongue flattened over my lower lips. I wanted to scream as he lapped at them some more, and the slurping sounds grew even louder. God! I knew that look on his face had said he was hungry, but this was almost too much! I hadn't felt him this ravenous in a long time, or maybe ever! Ahhn!~ I moaned again, even louder than before, and I felt like I was on the verge of an orgasm yet again. Not kind of close, like earlier; like one more lick and I'd be gushing and yelling for real!

"Derek... I'm really going to cum! I-I'm not joking! I... I want to cum with you inside me! Pleeeaase!!"

My husband stopped licking, and moved away from my pussy with a gasping breath, his head still between my thighs.

"Alright, alright..."

He backed up carefully, helping me get my legs off his shoulders. Then he stood and offered me a hand with a smile on his face.

"You know I had to taste you first," he said, his voice gravelly and deep. "And you're absolutely delicious tonight."

He stared into my eyes as the words left his lips, and I found myself standing on my toes, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues swirled together, and I got a good taste of myself. Mmm... I felt my pussy quiver. He was right; I did taste yummy. I couldn't blame him for going so hard, but I needed more satisfaction than a bit of oral sex could provide. Nothing was going to fulfill my needs like his big, hard cock!

Derek pulled away from me then, smiling down at me with a sexy grin, and began to unfasten his belt and pants. My pussy trembled as I looked on, clenching harder with each of his movements. I eagerly watched as his bottoms dropped to the ground; my over-sensitive pussy throbbed with anticipation as he pulled himself out of his boxers. I gasped as soon as I realized he was bigger and harder than I'd seen him in a while, and I knew he was going to feel wonderful. I wanted him inside me ASAP, but the urge to give him a few licks first was taking over. I reached out to stroke him, but he stopped me with a hand on my wrist.

"Uh-uh. I'm taking you tonight."

I didn't have anything to say to that, but it didn't matter, because Derek's lips were back on mine. The kiss was brief, yet passionate; only interrupted by him shifting us into position. He put me against the door, scooted the front panel of my dress aside, then lifted me just enough for his cock to press against my pussy. I clung to his shoulders, steadying myself while I pulled him closer. I moaned as I felt his warmth on my waiting lower lips, then situated one of my legs around his waist. He slowly pushed himself inside; I nearly screamed as he filled up my aching pussy. God, yes! I'd been craving my husband all night, and now he was finally inside me! Mmm... I couldn't be happier!

Derek began to move slowly and carefully. Having him inside was overwhelming; I was still soaked, but I was already so tender. He felt gigantic with how tight I'd become since he'd pulled out that vibrator. My walls tried to clamp down around him, but I was met with nothing but resistance. He was hard as a rock, and it felt like he was stretching me out. Each of his long, controlled strokes brought a moan out of me, and the loudest ones came when he reached my deepest points. Then he picked up the pace. I stared into his eyes; we were both too breathless to kiss, but it made the moment feel more intimate. Being here with the love of my life, having passionate sex in his office after such a wild night felt magical, and each passing second was better than the last.

We continued as my moans grew louder, but shorter; controlled by his thrusts like I was some kind of puppet. He sped up again, fucking me harder, bringing my sounds faster and making my pussy squeeze tighter. It reminded me that I was also his plaything, my husband's favorite toy, and he was using my body for his pleasure right now. Long strokes mixed with short thrusts; it was too much to keep track of, but I could feel Derek's cock getting bigger inside me, so I knew he was loving this. Ohhh... He felt so good that I was getting lost. My head tilted as my eyes rolled, and I noticed a shadow walking past the door again.

I couldn't stop my voice; I moaned loudly as they stood outside the office, then even louder as they began to walk away. Derek's face had a sly grin that sent chills down my spine, and his next pump brought a groan from me that was so deep, I swear it started from my cervix. He pounded into me faster still, my voice coming out in sharp, quick breaths, and Derek's in harsh grunts that I could feel through his chest. The door behind us rattled with each powerful movement, getting louder by the second. He must have decided that it was too much, because the next thing I knew, I was in his arms being lifted and carried across the room.

His desk faced the door, and we could have easily walked over to it, but he opted to go around to where his chair was. I held on as he walked; my legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, and his hard cock was still throbbing inside me while a firm hand supported my ass. The other was busy knocking everything on his desk to the floor. He then sat me down on it and urged me to lie back. Of course, I did as I was told, leaning back on his desk, letting my high-heels fall off of my dangling feet. I put my toes on the edge of the desk, scooting myself back just slightly as I stared into his lustful eyes. His dick slid halfway out in the process, but as soon as I was comfortable, he plunged himself back into me like we hadn't stopped. Sloppy, squishy sex noises filled the room accompanied by my failing voice, and my husband's sharp grunts.

The desk was the perfect height as he hammered into me, holding my legs apart in a butterfly spread. The grip he had as he pressed them into his desk gave me that delightful feeling of being restrained. Mmm... I was trapped beneath his strength, but that was right where I wanted to be. I loved it, and I loved him. Feeling him inside as he fucked me with such ferocity; it was truly one of my favorite things, but he was out doing himself tonight! I felt like I was losing myself with each moan his dick forced out of me. Lying on my back was much easier to handle than our last position had been, but that meant it was harder not to let go. Derek seemed to be lasting well, and doing such a damn good job! Ahhh!

My God, his dick felt amazing today! Was I just that turned on? Was it because of the vibrator? Was it the crowd earlier? Or was it the fact that we were getting away with this so easily? Whatever it was, my body felt wonderful, and that almost orgasm from earlier was building up inside me, but this was much more intense than before. My pussy felt like it was on fire, but in the best possible way. Every throb of his cock and ripple of my pussy was bringing me closer; even our sounds were contributing. I couldn't be sure how much longer I'd last. This was too great! It was even better than I had expected it to be after wearing that vibrator for so long!

I looked at Derek, who was pounding through gritted teeth as he held me in place. He was incredibly sexy with his shirtless physique on display, but then he opened his desire-filled eyes. He smiled at me, and I let out a deep moan, causing a ripple throughout my body that forced my back to arch. God, I love him so much. He's so sexy, and sweet, and dirty... he was the best husband I could have asked for on so many levels. He made me feel good in so many ways, time after time, but tonight had to be one of the best by far! Ugh! If he kept this up, it wouldn't be much longer, but I wanted to last as long as possible! I had to resist, at least a little, but Derek felt so good inside me, I wasn't sure I could.

He leaned over his desk then, pushing his body between my legs, forcing his cock as deep as it could go. Our pelvises were jammed together; not even a centimeter of space remained as his hips ground into me, but I tightened my legs around his back for good measure. As he moved, my back arched into him, and a jagged moans escaped my throat. My head tilted back, and my eyes squeezed shut, but of course, he wasn't done with me yet. His cock felt amazing as it teased against my deepest parts, and the base of his shaft perfectly stimulated my engorged clit. I was on the verge - my entire body was shaking; my head was spinning! I opened my eyes to look at Derek, but something in my peripherals drew my attention.

Someone was walking past the office again; I could see their faint silhouette in the windows, and let out a long moan because of it. The person hesitated. Oh no! Had they heard me? Were they about to walk in to see me getting railed by my husband? Oooooh... What if they did? Would Derek keep going? Would they see the naughty faces I was making, and hear all my perverted moans? Would they stare at us in disgust? Or would they get flustered and leave us be? There were so many possibilities, but I was sure I'd cum regardless. I was so close to the edge that I'd spill over as soon as they touched the handle!

The mystery person kept walking, and their shadow faded away, leaving me with a pang of disappointment. I hadn't realized I wanted a direct audience tonight. It was usually nerve-wracking to think about, but right now, it sounded like fun. Someone watching my husband use me like this in such an inappropriate place! Mmm... It sounded amazing! This was amazing! I wasn't sure I'd ever felt this great before! So good that...

"I'm going to cum!" I moaned.

"Ohhhh, no. I'm not done with you yet," he growled.

With those words, he slid himself out of me and stood up straight. He scooped me up, put me down with my feet on the floor, turned me around, then pushed me until I was bent over his desk. My boobs squashed into my chest, sending a small jolt through my body as Derek flipped up the back slit of my dress. He massaged my bare ass cheeks; squeezing and kneading before giving them a swift, two-handed smack. I cried out at the sudden sting of pain, then felt the tip of his cock gliding up and down over my gaping slit. I moaned for him; my pussy quivering with each agonizingly slow pass, then he finally shoved himself back inside. I shouted, my head flying back, then falling down onto his desk.

"Uh-uh, Kitten. Keep your head up. You don't want to miss it if someone else walks by," he teased.

"Y-yes, Sire..."

I lifted my head the best I could, balancing with my arms folded in front of me. He was right. I did want to see. I had a clear view of the windows like this. I couldn't waste the opportunity! I wanted to know if someone was out there... if they were thinking of opening the door. And if they did, I wanted them to see me being vulnerable; being used by my husband. I wanted them to see my satisfied face as I came screaming and writhing on his desk! Although, at the same time, I wanted Derek to see my face, too, but... getting taken from behind was one of my favorite positions... Ohhhh! It didn't matter; I could hardly keep my eyes open with the way he was fucking me, but he told me to look, so I did my best. Each stroke made me yell louder, and sounded much wetter than the last as Derek's crotch slammed into my ass. I had no choice but to watch through slow blinks as we continued.

"Careful... someone might walk in if they hear you," he said through labored breaths.

I groaned.

"You want that, don't you?"

I could only reply with a whimper.

"That's my naughty girl," he said, his voice deepening.

I moaned, louder this time, still incredibly flustered. Derek fucked me harder, and I swore his cock felt even larger. Was he getting close, too? I hoped so; I was holding on as best I could, but being teased like this was one of my weaknesses. Derek loved to push my buttons, but this situation was a first. We had never done something this risky, and I could tell he was enjoying it. He was becoming less controlled with each thrust, but each one seemed to have more force. Harder... and harder! Ohhh! I felt like I was falling, and my entire body was one giant nerve ending. My cries of pleasure were all I could hear - at least until his voice cut through.

"You want someone to see you getting railed like this. That's why you keep screaming louder, isn't it?"

"Noooo!!! I... I... I'm cumming!!!" I shrieked.

My body convulsed on his desk, my hands gripping at the front as my voice rang out, but Derek held me by the hips and kept pounding. He was going faster, deeper... or maybe he wasn't. I was too exhausted to tell. My pussy was even more sensitive now, and his movements were dragging out my orgasm as my canal clamped down, throbbing in waves over his cock. His strained groans and the sounds of him slamming into my ass were all I could hear. I was too breathless to yell now; I just laid there and kept taking it, panting like a good girl, until I felt the swell of his cock.

He pounded me even harder with quick deep thrusts, pulling me into him as far as he could while his fingers dug into my hips. Then his voice resounded through the room as he moaned past gritted teeth. His cock twitched, and several bursts of his hot semen flooded into me, filling me up enough to leak around him. He slowly drew himself out, taking a lot of it with him. I felt the rest drip down past my slit and onto his desk, or perhaps the floor. Then I heard him collapse onto something behind me, presumably his chair.

"Stay right there," he said through ragged breaths.

"O-okay..."

My knees felt weak, and my legs were wobbling; I wanted to fall over too, but I had to do what he told me. I watched as he picked up the box of tissues that was amongst the pile of desk items on the floor. He pulled out a few, then began to wipe me up. He was gentle, and very thorough as he did his best to get it all. My pussy was practically numb from all the stimulation today, but still managed to react to his touch. It fluttered at each pass of the tissue, sending tiny echoes of the orgasm I'd just had cascading throughout my body.

"There you go. Nice and clean," he said before kissing my lower lips.

"Ahhhn~! Careful..." I whined.

Derek laughed as he helped me stand up straight; the sound of his voice was somehow still making me weak. He went to turn on the light, then found my purse for me so I could actually put on those panties. I slipped them on as he cleaned himself up, giving me a bit more time to admire his sexy body. His muscular arms and solid torso were so enticing that I couldn't resist feeling him one more time before he buttoned up his shirt. The way he'd so easily held me against the door earlier... He was even stronger than I thought. What other positions could he hold me in?

A few possibilities crossed my mind as I watched him tuck in his shirt in, then fasten his pants. I helped him adjust his tie, but my eyes were captivated by his as I tightened it into place. I blushed, and he smiled before taking a seat in his office chair, patting his thigh. He nestled me into his lap, my arms wrapping around his neck. He gazed into my eyes with that sexy glint that told me he was satisfied. I was instantly drawn in, leaning closer until my lips touched his.

The kisses were gentle and chaste; downright innocent compared to what we'd just done, but it was welcome after all that intensity. He smiled at me as we parted, then I rested my head on his shoulder. He hugged me tighter, gently rubbing my arm and leg, his head leaning onto mine. Minutes passed, and it was so nice to be in Derek's arms. He still smelled lovely, but now it was more of his natural rugged scent and less of his cologne. Mmm... He was warm, too. Getting that excited always left me a bit cold afterwards, so there was no better feeling now than his body against mine.

I love Derek so much, and he loves me. I was glad we could have this kind of fun together; pushing our limits and breaking all sorts of sexual boundaries. I had been so nervous when we got here tonight, but now, I felt like I could easily do it again, or push myself even further. I had no idea what we could do... I just knew that as long as I was with my husband, it would end up being the best experience I'd ever had.

"You were fun tonight, baby," he whispered.

"So were you," I giggled.

"You did such a good job. I hope you enjoyed your reward."

"Mmm... so much." I smiled at him then. "Thank you... I really appreciate you planning this out for us."

"Anything for you, my love."

My lips were drawn to his sweet words. His arms tightened around me, holding me close, as his tongue played at my lips. I opened my mouth for him, letting my tongue twirl with his, and the kiss began to heat up. He kissed me deep, his tongue slipping against mine, lulling my mouth into that rhythmic sucking once again. My arms tightened around his neck, one hand sliding up into his hair. One of his hands began to glide up my front, making me sigh into his mouth, then the door swung open. We were both plenty surprised, quickly whipping our heads around to see that it was Kyle.

"Johnson! There you are! I've been looking all over for you. Clark pulled out the scotch, and now he and Robinson are having a drinking contest. It's hilarious. You gotta come watch!" he said before running down the hall, leaving the door wide open.

Derek and I just blinked at each other.

"If he'd tried opening the door sooner... he might have seen us," I said.

"True... but then he'd definitely have to accept that he has no shot at stealing you."

I giggled. "That's a good point."

"I love you, Abby. So much."

"I love you, too, Derek," I blushed.

He gave me a quick kiss, then slid me off his lap. I helped him pick his things up off the floor, then wrapped my vibrator in a few tissues before shoving it in my purse. After that, we headed back to the party together like nothing out of the ordinary had happened tonight.

© 2026 Lynette P. Kristofferson

Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed their little experiment! It's been a long time since I've written about these two, but this was a very fun piece to write. The idea of having a handsome dom helping you explore one of your kinks is great to fantasize about. I'm already tossing around ideas for their next one! I'm writing a book as well, so please stay tuned!