Years ago, sometime in our early 20's, my husband and I went for a stroll around the mall. It was not our intention for this to turn into a sexy date, but one thing led to another, and we found ourselves in the sex toy aisle of Spencer's. They had a little remote control bullet vibe, and we were intrigued. I decided to buy it. While we walked around the mall, we muttered about all the places we could try to use it discreetly.

And then we walked past the movie theater attached to the mall, and shared a look with one another.

We found a movie that we didn't really care about and bought tickets for the next showtime.

My husband ran our shopping bags out to the car, and I went into the mall bathroom and pulled the vibe out of my purse. I carefully slid it between the lips of my pussy, putting it partially inside me, making sure it would vibrate against my clit. I did a quick test in the stall and a jolt went through my body.

I put the box back in my purse, put the batteries we had bought in the remote, and met my husband outside the bathroom. I slipped the remote into his pocket.

There were only a few people in the theater. We sat in the very back row, and everyone else sat far from us. I would have to be quiet, but it seemed unlikely that we would be caught.

And then, for the next two hours, my husband used the remote to tease me. He tried all the settings. He kept it on for minutes at a time, and then went through agonizing stretches of making me sit patiently and wait. He turned it on and off suddenly and then left my pussy clenching and begging for more. He kept me guessing the entire time.

The vibe was pretty quiet, but I still had to clench my thighs together on the stronger settings to avoid notice. I was writhing in ecstacy, wanting so badly to moan out... but I couldn't.

I don't remember what the movie was. I only remember the drawn-out, magnificent torture of edging in public.

By the end of the movie, I had soaked completely through my lace panties. I hadn't cum yet, but I was desperate.

My husband continued to play with the remote while I made my way to the car. Walking was impossibly hard. It was all I could do not to beg him to fuck me in the bathroom.

He made me sit in the car with the vibe still in my pussy, leaving it on a low vibrate pattern all the way home.

The second we got in the door, I was on my knees sucking his dick and he was telling me what a good girl I had been. He pulled my pants down, removed the vibe, and fucked my drenched pussy from behind. The feeling of him sliding into me, filling me up, releasing my need, was too much. I was cumming on my husband's 9 inch cock after a few strokes. My eyes rolled back and I remember screaming out in pleasure. I couldn't control myself. I couldn't even think. The only thing that existed was my pussy. It was like I was only a hole for him to use.

I miss letting someone edge me until I become a cock hungry, mindless slut. I'm kind of thinking of getting one of those long distance vibrators. Could be fun while I'm working from home...