We were out on a date night in the city, enjoying a late dinner, and a short stroll on a warm night along city streets. It was the type of night you could comfortably stroll arm in arm, catch up on life and be in love.

He was dressed in his understated wealth outfit, with elegant shoes, shirt and jacket being offset by a pair of jeans, and a few accessories to tip off the tag whores that he wasn't trifling. He liked to exude that wealthy older man aura, and it's only helped by his salt and pepper beard hanging off his face, and his ten years younger wife hanging off his arm. He liked to joke that I made him look more wealthy than he was. I am his best accessory some nights

I was in my date standard, a little black dress with stiletto heels. I normally would go for Dolce, or channel when it came to dresses but neither of them had what I needed tonight. Instead I wore a 12 dollar dress sent in a vacuum sealed baggie from china.

The dress was fine on top, backless, tied around my neck, and a plunging neckline that would expose my breasts completely if not for some well placed stick on silicon bra. It's not that I worried about popping out, but I do like a little padding to plump my breasts up a little.

The bottom is were the dress really shined. The skirt was a double slit, which amounted to two long rectangles of fabric; one in the back covering the crack of my ass and hanging down to ankle length, and one in front running from belly button to the floor, just covering my pussy, and almost nothing else.

Otherwise the dress covered nothing, both legs were regularly fully out from behind the fabric as I walked. On side profile my ass was completely silhouetted, but just covering the cheeks. From the front, if you watched closely as I walked you could watch has my inner thighs gave way to the the edges of my pussy. I was exposed all the way to my hips by two prominent slits.

Each step teased a full view of my naked pussy. We received more than a passing glance from the people we passed, many wives looking on I disgust, many husbands looking on and praying for a strong wind.

Unfortunately, no amount of wind would give them the view they had hoped for. A tight thick thong rode deep in my ass, hooked up over my hips above the slits, and enveloped my vagina snuggly. I hated wearing something so restricting, but it was necessary for the small vibrator, clipped on to my clit on one end, slid deep in me on the other, and held in by a tiny but mighty thong.

I walked arm in arm, leaning on my husband's shoulder. Partly I was leaning on him because the stilettos were a bit higher than usual, and I felt a bit like Bambi learning to walk in them, especially after a couple of drinks at dinner. Mostly I was leaning on him because tethered to that small vibrator was a small wireless remote, with a little dial, that my husband kept in his pocket.

My loving husband was surprisingly gentle with the vibrator tonight. He turned it on here and there, low and slow, in ways that got me wet and ready, but never pulling me over the edge. At that point between the drinks and vibrator I had a light buzz and a small buzz. He wasn't above a forceful chirp here and there, and rather than fall to the ground I'd just assume hang off his arm like a purse, a beatiful, expensive purse... his best accessory.

"We made it," he said walking up to a nondescript door, vibrating with the bass in at 126 bpm, guarded by an intimidating red velvet rope, and a bored lanky bouncer with a man bun.

"didn't know we had somewhere to make it to," I responded, wandering up to the rope.

The bouncer unhooked the rope and waived us in. I don't get ID'd anymore, especially not next to my husband. I don't miss it. He doesn't get stopped anywhere either, there's no waiting on line for us, concierge's, business acquaintances and some good online preparation let him waltz into most restaurants, clubs. I felt like Karen being led by Henry.

The door swung open and I made my way up the steps, husband's hand on my back, and of course the vibrator kicks in as I lift myself up the last step. I look back to him smiling, then make my way past the black curtain surrounding the door.

The club was big, and lavish, and loud. Along the black three walls were white marble bars, light with led's slowly cycling through pleasant colors, and shelves upon shelves of drinks, all seemingly sorted by color.

The dance floor made up the majority of the space, a massive rectangle the size of a basketball court, and in the middle an elevated platform, circled with velvet ropes, and littered with couches, and coffee tables; the VIP section.

We made our way through the crowd. I could no longer be sure if the vibrator was running or if the walls of speakers above the bar were making me shake. The music was so loud I could see everything vibrate.

Another velvet rope opened for us. We made our way to a couch on the platform. I sat for a moment, debated ripping the heels off my shoes, and leaned back. I saw the ceiling, and realized all around us, people were hanging from lengths of fabric, hanging rings, and sitting on swings. They wore leotards and moved like ballerinas. I was lost in it for a moment when I felt a drink in my hand.

Back in reality I saw girls in booty shorts laying out bottles and ice buckets in front of us. My husband gesturing for me to drink, and giving my glass a clink as he winked at me. I stood up and enjoyed my drink, looking out at the crowd. A mass of sweaty people were all writhing on the floor. I stared at all the feral people grinding on one another, trying desperately to fuck.

"they're all in heat" I thought, when I felt my husbands thumb press against my ear, then his hot breathe on my neck.

"Go," he said into his thumb, the sound vibrating in my ear drum, "dance"

I thought of responding but he wouldn't hear me. I put down my drink, and walked out of the vip area. I made my way to the floor in front of him, maybe 10 feet away, likely less, and I began to dance.

The fabric of my dressed danced along my body, showing flashes of my ass, and gliding past my tits. I danced slow. I danced deliberate, my ass was out, my body was low. I felt like bait.

Soon it happened, the familiar grind of an excited man behind me. In my younger days I would have a girlfriend next to me, a squat strong girl, ready to push him off and make claims about girls night, and all going home together. This time I just had my husband in my eyeline, making a small nod to let me know he approved.

I looked back briefly and decided I approve too, tall dark and handsome, probably not the type of guy I'd want to talk to, but I had no interest in talking. Then I turned back towards my husband, maintaining eye contact and began grinding back. That's when I felt the vibrator kick in, stronger than before.

I was getting hot, sweaty, and wet dancing with this stranger. I was leaning back into him dancing gently as he was forcing his groin forward trying to make contact. I was being coy, I didn't know if he could feel the vibrator if he got too close, I didn't know how aggressive he would be... then I realized I didn't care.

I let him grind close, and even pushed back. His cock found its way to nestle in the crack of my ass. It was fat, and I could tell it had some weight to it. His arms came around me, and his hands landed on my rib cage.

He started to slide his hands up but I grabbed them and pulled them back down to my side, grinding back hard on him. I felt the intensity of the vibrator increase and I fell back gently.

The handsome stranger put his leg between mine, giving me a nice thigh to grind down on. I took my chance and sat down on it. I could hear him groan has the vibrator pressed down against his leg, and I gyrated my hips.

He moved his hand over my belly and held on while I grinned down on him. I wasn't flirting, playing, or teasing, I was fucking this man as best I could fully clothed. I could feel I was close to cumming as I rode him harder and harder. I threw my head back and my arm up, grabbing the back of his head.

I opened my eyes, and scanned for my husband. I saw him at the edge of the VIP section watching me intently, and I came. I came hard. I didn't hide it, I didn't stifle a moan. I let out groan after groan of passion, all lost in the void of music, noticed only by the men who made me cum.

I felt the stranger kiss my neck, and his hand started to work its way down my belly. I Pushed his hand away spun towards him. He swooped in for a kiss on the lips, but I dodged to the side, leaving his lips planted squarely on my neck.

"Thank you" I said into his year, pulling back to see his surprised face.

I gave him a wink, spun, and walked back towards my husband. When I made my way back to our table I was begging my husband to fuck me. I had climbed up on his shoulder, running my hands up and down his chest, wearing him like my best accessory.