My wife knows me so well. She knows exactly what I need to get completely turned on and dripping wet and lose myself in the moment so I can fully relax into every orgasm. And she knows the specific combination that is 100% guaranteed to get me there every time is being treated like a queen, her hands on my body, and the possibility that someone is getting wildly turned on watching us.

Last week's date night was designed just for that purpose. For her to show me how well she knows me and how much turning me on and giving me everything my heart desires makes her wildly turned on and even more eager to please.

The night started with getting ready and her completely pampering me in the shower. The view of her looking up at me with those big beatiful eyes while she kneeled on the floor of the shower shaving my legs and pussy until I was completely smooth and ready to have every inch of my body touched and kissed and licked. After drying me off I sat on the bed naked with my glass of wine while she picked out my outfit down to the shoes and jewelry. Her favorite black jeans that high my ass in all the right ways and my favorite silky black shirt that looks modest at first but shows miles of cleavage every time I even lean forward a little. To class it up a bit, she added some cute black books and a professional looking blazer. I love being here queen and being in control by choosing to give up control for a bit and letting her have her fun. We were about to walk out the door when she suddenly stopped me. At first I thought she was struck with new inspiration for an outfit, but looking into her eyes I knew she had just found the courage to add one finishing touch. Kissing me deeply she slowly unbuttoned the jeans then slid her hand down and into the black lace thong she had dressed me in earlier. I could feel the chill of the small silicone toy she had cupped in her palm. Slowly she slid one end inside of me and tucked the other half between my wet folds so the smooth end rested against my clit. It wasn't vibrating….yet…but I knew exactly what it was the second it slid inside of me. We stopped our passionate kiss but I held my eyes shut savoring the fulness inside of me and the weight of the toy heightening every sensation between my legs. She began rebuttoning my jeans pulling me back to reality and I reluctantly opened my eyes. However when I saw her face I instantly melted again as she staired into my eyes, the toy remote held perfectly between her teeth with her lips in an ever so teaseasing pout resting against the buttons. There was something wildly sexy about that remote resting in her mouth. The insinuation was clear. I may be used to being in control, but tonight she owned both my body and my pleasure.

She had perfectly set the scene and made the expectation of the night perfectly clear. It was my special night to be pampered and waited on hand and foot as always, but my body and orgasms were hers reward for being my perfect wife. Taking my hand she led me to the front door and helped me into my jacket. The conversation on the drive was relaxed and flirtatious and she had put on the playlist she had started for me years ago. Eventually we fell into silence listening to one love ballad or another. I begin to zone out watching the traffic out the window. But she struggled to drive, unable to take her eyes off of me. Half for safety reasons, and half for lust she replaced her gaze with her hand. Suddenly I was drawn back to her as I felt her fingers slide down my chest and find my left nipple. It hardened almost instantly as she pinched it between the thumb and index. I let out a small sigh as I watched the grin spread across her face. “God that feels so good, baby” I said encouragingly. She knew it wasn't just the fondling of my nipple turning me on, but the knowledge that any passing car could see she was copping a feel. She knew the show was half the fun for me, but she also knew acknowledging that would make me feel cheap and shallow. But like any good submissive her pleasure came from showing me how well she knew what pleased me. While maintaining the illusion of prioritizing her pleasure, she twisted her wrist and lifted my full breast up and out of my bra and shirt, cupping it from the underside showing off its fullness and weight. I was instantly dripping, my eyes darting between the lanes looking to see if anyone had noticed. Knowing she controlled my body today and she was using that control to show it off, made me beyond horny. Asking rhetorical permission first, I pulled the right one out to finish the pair and used my own hand to pinch the nipple to maximal hardness. We both saw the work truck up ahead and my anticipation built as I wondered if she would accelerate enough to give them a show, or hold her speed and keep the show all to herself. “Does that feel good, my love?” She asked as she took as much of my breast as she could hold into her palm and squeezed it tight. My hips rocked forward as my back arched to press my chest into her hand more. Just the little movement was enough to shift the toy and remind me of its presence and the symbolism it held today. That feeling was enough to calm the excitement of the strange mens’ eyes on me and submit to my body being hers for the night. Hers to show off or not. Just when I was relaxing and bringing my attention back to the sexual energy within the confines of the car, she looked over at me, smiled, and pressed on the gas. Right as we were about to reach the work truck she reached and grasped my right tit stretching her arm across the left to emphasize her claim. She held it there until the driver of the work truck glanced our way. His grin was child like and you could see the internal conflict as he balanced keeping his eyes on the road and his eyes on me, especially after feeling her claim was clear, she dropped her arm and let the full weight of my G cup breasts bounce with the movement of the car. The combination of feeling completely exposed while also completely owned is intoxicating. Thinking the boys had had enough fun it was clearly her turn for some entertainment. She started massaging and rubbing my nipple between her fingers, pull and squeezing in a rhythmic pattern. Slowly increasing the tempo until my head fell back and my eyes closed. “Cum for me.” Her words were firm and directive, unlike the pleading voice she typically has when she utters those words. Almost instantly my body reacted to the instructions and a slow building wave lifted me to a climax. My eyes remained closed but I felt her accelerate again, clearly pulling away from the work truck’s view and giving me a chance to come down and regain my exposure while we finished our drive to the mall. What happened there is a story for a different time....;)