Date night, an American tradition.

The older you get, and the longer you've been together, date night can fall into a kind of stale routine. It's not a bad routine, it's almost like re-binging your favorite show. You get to go to your revisit some of your favorite places, listen to your favorite jokes and stories again. You get to act like a new couple again. All very fine, and just a little boring. My husband and I have not fallen into that trap, even after over a decade together.

It helps to marry someone spontaneous. One of those mad people that thinks of boredom as fatal. It also helps to have some money. Not yacht money, not private jet money, but, the type of money that lets you go to any restaurant without double checking the bill before you leave, and also the type of money that can buy any outfit or toys that you like.

I was getting dressed. Flipping on heels, and flats in my thong, deciding which I liked best.

"No thong" he said wandering back, staring at my ass.

"excuse me?" I was trying not to sound offended, but it was date night, date night is for thongs.

"No thongs, full panties," He was all very matter of fact about it.

I was debating ignoring his command, as I wandered back into my closet looking for new panties. He was already on thin ice. I had to redo my eye liner three times thanks to his inability to walk past me without slapping my ass.

"fuck it" I thought, "he doesnt want thongs, that's what he gets," and I dug out the largest full back pair of panties I own. They were so boring I questioned if they were really mine. I vowed never to become a plain panty wife, so the thought of a big pair of granny panties was just sad to me. However, even in my worst pair, I couldn't help but buy something that fits snug against me like second skin. A problem of too much ass, and too little elastic.

Out I walked, in a pair of military issue looking underwear, made up and draped with jewelry like tinsel.

"Almost ready" I said walking right past him, so he got a good view of exactly what he requested.

"Perfect," he said giving one more slap as I passed him.

Annoyed again, I slid my dress down my body , and slid into my heels before walking to the door. He was ready to go and all dressed medium again. He preferred to let a few items do the talking when he went out. He wore jeans, but the label whores would know what they cost from the tom ford logo. Same with the Golden Fleece button down, and the watch.. the type of watch for people who like to discuss "complications"

He drove us, he always drives us. The sun was just about set so we rode in darkness. We rode in an Audi, low to the ground. Not small, but once you're in it you realize you're the lowest car on the road. Everyone else, it seems, moved on to pick ups and SUV's.

Feeling useless as a passenger princess, I decided to have some fun. I hit the button on my seatbelt, and the car starting ringing out, complaining. My husband loves that sound, he's almost conditioned for it when we drive at night. As I leaned over into his lap, his hand was already running through my hair.

I opened his zipper and fished around, dragging the head of his cock out from the pant leg, and up through the hole. It was already stiffening up for me. I ran my tongue once from balls to tip, and before he was done letting out a groan, I swished my mouth to fill it with spit, and plunged it down my throat.

I was working diligently, on my knees over the console, while he ran his hands along my back. Then he ran his hands over my ass, and along the back of my legs.

"be a good girl" he said, as he started lifting my ass up in the air.

I felt him guide me to the right height, until my ass was perfectly framed by the window. Then I felt him tug my dress up to my back, exposing me. I was dripping wet wondering who he was showing me off to. Then he tugged my panties down, and I knew someone must be watching.

I was so wet it was dripping down my thighs. He rubbed and played while I sucked and bobbed. He slipped a finger inside me. There was no friction, it just slide in and out moist like a perfectly cooked cake, then I felt something harder slide in. It felt like a vice that held on from inside my pussy and at my clit at the same time.

He pulled up my panties, pulled down my dress, tapped me on the back of the head.

"All done, for now" he said, giving me a peck on the mouth as I crawled back in my seat.

I looked around wondering who it was that was watching me work. Everyone else on the road was in vans, and trucks, so they'd have a clear view. I also wondered what he was up to, but not for long.

"ooh," I yelped and jumped as I felt a buzz in my panties, "what are you up to?"

He rang a little controller in his hand like a dinner bell as he smiled, and gave me a wink. He toyed with it as I felt the buzzing dial up and down on me before settling on a low rumble.

"Just having some fun" he said, leaning over to kiss my neck one more time, then cutting the power on the small vibrator completely. I already missed the sensation, it left a hole like the silence when an air conditioner turns off.

I gave my lipstick a check, and brushed my hair back into my place as we pulled up to the valet. He was out, tossing his keys to the new guy as I was stilling gathering my bag. My door opened to a man helping me out. He put out his hand and I took it.

I had one foot on the ground before the buzz started again. My ankle went weak, and I prayed I didn't let out a groan as he stood me up and helped me out of the car with a mostly appropriate hand on my back to steady me as my husband took over.

"You're cruel," I said, Hooking my arm through his as the buzzing stopped again.

"I'm cruel," he agreed laughing.

The restaurant had all the trappings of luxury; It was dim, the tables were closer than I'd like, and the acoustics left a swarm of noises around you creating a sound barrier that made you feel alone in a crowded room. It also covered the buzzing sound, whenever it should return.

"you should know, I"m close," I said looking over the menu as he set the vibrator to a low growl.

"I do know that," he said staring down at his menu, hand in pocket, wrapped around his new favorite toy... and maybe mine too.

I squirmed in my chair. The buzzing was one thing, but I was also sitting in a puddle of my own making at that point. I felt the intensity creep up. I was holding it together best I could but the sweat was forming on my brow, and my face felt like it was flushing red.

"May I interest you in the specials?" The waiter came by. A handsome man, clean cut, sharp jaw. I swear they hire these guys on head shots sometimes.

My husband sprang into action, as he always does in these situations. I didn't have to think about anything or worry.

"Actually, " he said, " glass of Papi, neat, I'm having the marrow, the tartare and the aged rib eye rare," the man had some time of personal vendetta against cooked meat.

I saw him start to get up, "Sorry I have to run to the rest room, You can tell my wife the specials, I"m sure she'll find one she likes"

He was already half past me when I felt the vibrations kick into high gear. "Fuck" I thought.

The waiter went on about appetizers, sliced hams, wet cheeses, and goose livers. I was doing my best to listen while getting swept away by the building pleasure.

I did my best to look like I was listening as small groans and gasps escaped me. He mentioned branzino, and farm raised pheasants. I had my hand clasped around my napkin tight as the damn started to break.

I sat, staring a complete stranger right in the eyes, as I began to cum. Waved of ecstasy crashed over my as I began breathing heavy.

"and for dessert" were the last words I heard as my tunnel vision set in, leaving only a set of eyes in front of me, and clouds of orgasm all around. I was sweating. I was soaking. I was heaving.

"or do you need more time?" the man said finishing up his performance, as I was finishing mine.

"I think I need a minute," I sputtered out. My stomach weak from cumming, my clit overstimulated and tickling, and my body ready to collapse right there on that table.

"Certainly miss," he said sauntering off.

I fell back. My body a near lifeless husk. leaking, spongy, happy.