My husband gets more bold every day and playing along with his ideas have led me down a trail of breadcrumbs that will leave me a total slut.

We spent a weekend away in one of those beach front vacation towns that are usually filled with screaming spring breakers. The kind where entire stores are dedicated to raunchy towels, the kind you can walk around in a bikini and a wrap all day.

The kind of place where just walking around is foreplay. With my sheer bikini, and a wrap seemingly woven from cotton candy, we wandered ans soaked in the stares, and the sights. Everywhere fit beautiful people barely draped their genitals and wandered the heat in heat. It was an entire town almost turned feral.

We drank, we tanned, we flirted and we teased each other all day. When we got back to the room I thought we'd finally release all the energy. I was practically humping his leg but he wouldn't fuck me.

Instead he tossed a little black dress, surprisingly thick panties, and some heels on the bed and told me to get ready to go out. Frustrated I obeyed, and was just about out the door when he stopped me, bent me over an end table.

"Almost forgot" he said, as he slid a little pink vibe in me, wrapped up against my clit, and slid my panties back up tight and snug.

It wasn't my first night out in a remote control vibrator. We love a nice dinner out with the toys to spice things up. I knew the game.

It wasn't until we got out of the Uber that I realized what was happening. A night club. Not just any night club, a cool one. We were surrounded by beautiful 20 somethings, and I was a little nervous.

I was showing off way less than the beach but somehow felt more naked. My dress had two suits up front so that you can see my leg up to the inner thigh. I had to hike my panties high up my waist so the straps wouldn't show. The top was almost loose, with a plunging neck line. It fell slack over my chest in a way that seemed to allow glimmers and glimpses of ripple at the right angle.

"Go have fun" he slapped my ass and sent me to the floor. He sipped his Manhattan from the edge of the dance floor as I made my way in.

It wasn't ten steps before I felt the familiar weight of an over eager dancer grinding up behind me. The kind of guy I'd have a girlfriend nearby to help pry off me, but today I didn't stop him.

I turned, gave him a look, chiseled bro in a tight tee, with strong forearms... he'd do.

I turned back around and started to grind back. The blood started pumping, the day of teasing started to culminate. On first grind I let out a moan and threw an arm back around him.

That's when I felt the buzz of the vibrator, low, comforting. I nearly collapsed in my dancers arms, looking off at my husband staring from the edge of the floor.

I just fell back into him ass first, feeling as his cock grew hard and wedged itself between my cheeks. The intensity of the vibrator started to climb.

"Fuck it," I thought, and turned around. I straddled the man's knee and just grinded down. I know he felt the vibrator, I know he saw the sweat build on my upper lip.

His face was in shock as I just used him like a bed pillow, grinding down and staring him in the eyes.

He tried to kiss my lips but I threw my head back and he landed on my neck as I finally let wave after wave of orgasm crash over me, digging my nails in his neck and moaning.

It was a full minute of slow quiet swaying before I finally thanked the man and wandered back to my husband, shocked, still dripping and desperate to get back to the hotel to fuck.