Chapter 27

Vanessa slipped Maya’s crochet dress over her bare body. “Bloody hell,” she exclaimed, “I’ve only ever worn mine at the beach. I’d forgotten how wide the mesh is! Am I indecent?”

“Yes, you are,” Maya agreed. “Serves you right!”

Vanessa led her back into the restaurant. Maya was extremely conscious of the vibrator inside her at every step. She stopped by the table, trying to concentrate on the expression on Eric’s face as he realised his wife’s breasts were now totally out in the open. “What do you think?” she asked.

“It’s very different,” he said. “A more blatant sort of sexy, but you look superb.”

“As do you, Vanessa,” Micky commented. “As Eric says, a different sort of sexy.”

Maya’s trembling knees meant she sat down a little more heavily than she had intended, which drove the plugs deeper into her. She held back a gasp. A few minutes later, as she was drinking from her wineglass, a sudden vibration deep in her bottom made her jump. She looked across at Micky. He was watching Vanessa’s face and looked surprised at her lack of reaction. The buzz came again, and both parts vibrated. This time, she was half-expecting it and managed to keep a straight face.The next time it happened, though, the vibration was so strong that she was sure other people must be able to hear it. She squirmed in her seat, with her eyes half-closed as the vibration continued and was transmitted to her clitoris.

“Aha!” Micky said. “I think I’m having an effect on Maya, rather than on Vanessa. Am I right?”

Maya felt the strongest vibration yet inside her. “I’m wearing Vanessa’s full costume, so perhaps that’s why,” she said.

Micky nodded and the vibration ceased. Maya leaned over to Eric: “It’s not just Vanessa’s corset and skirt I borrowed,” she told him. “I have her toy inside me, too and Micky has control of it. He’s been giving me little bursts and it’s turning me on like mad, Eric.”

“Intriguing. Can I play, too?” Eric asked her.

“If it will turn me on even more, then yes please do. Tonight you can do anything to me,” Maya said. “This holiday has been so fabulous and I want to end it on a high, so let your imagination run riot. Whatever you decide, I want it.”

“Will you let me borrow the remote for a moment?” Eric asked Micky. He passed it over. Eric gave Maya an experimental buzz and smiled when she twitched. He stood up and went over to the nearest table, the one where the three older women were having a great time. Their table was almost covered in empty wine bottles.

“Excuse me, ladies,” he said. “This little item will give a buzz to one of the ladies at the table over there. Can you guess which one? Would you like to give her a little burst of vibration? Your choice of how much.”

One of the women took the control. A moment later, Maya jumped in her seat as a powerful buzz shot through her. Her clitoris was still throbbing even after the woman handed back the remote. Eric thanked her and moved to another table. Even though she was expecting the next buzz, it left her gasping as the cumulative effect of the vibrations took a grip on her. Another table, another buzz. By now, she was clinging to the edge of her table and shaking with barely-containable sexual tension. The fact that she had no control over these strangers who were deciding how much to excite her made the stimulation feel even stronger. Then the woman with the revealing dress grabbed the remote from Eric. She turned the power up to maximum, placed the remote on the table and sat back, as if to observe Maya’s reaction. Maya watched helplessly. She’s going to leave it there! She wants me to come and I’m powerless to stop it happening! Oh, this is so, so impossibly embarrassing and exciting! The throbbing was taking over her whole body and driving her to the edge of an orgasmic precipice. She wriggled and writhed, her knuckles white as she clutched at the sides of her chair. From the depths of her vagina, across her perineum and up into her anus, with the extra stimulus that was jangling against her clitoris, she was enslaved, in thrall to the most intense and sustained vibration she had ever experienced. The eyes of Eric, Vanessa and Micky and all the other clients were all on her, fixed on her changing expression. Her eyes were going from wide open to screwed tight shut. Her mouth was hanging open, except when she swallowed spasmodically, as she fought to retain some minimal degree of control. She let go of the table and clutched her hands tight between her legs in a desperate effort to somehow squeeze her tormented sex and stop it from pulsating. She held off the orgasm for as long as she could, but then wailed:

“I can’t, I can’t I can’t!” She collapsed in a shuddering heap, sliding from her chair to the floor. My labia are burning hot and I must be so swollen down there! You’re disgracing yourself, Maya! But it’s also such a turn-on to just give in and let my body take over, with all these strangers watching me come.

28 As the waves of ecstacy began to subside, she became aware that people were cheering and whistling. She opened her eyes to find that the restaurant’s other clients had all gathered round her to watch. She also realised that not only were her breasts bare, but the skirt had ridden up round her waist. She sat up, pulled the skirt straight and tried to stand. Her knees gave way beneath her. Her heart was thumping and she knew she must be bright red in the face. Eric came to help her up and she sagged onto her chair again.

“What a show!” Micky said. “Congratulations, Maya. It’s a while since I’ve seen a woman come in such a spectacular way.”

“Thank you,” How banal is that as a response? What else is there to say, though? she mopped her sweating face with her napkin, relieved that she had only done her make up with lipstick and eye shadow. She took a sip from a glass of water and fanned herself with her hand.

“Will you be at the club, Micky?” The companion of the décolletée woman asked. “And if so, will you be bringing this lovely lady with you?”

“Nessa and I will be there. It’s up to our guests whether they come with us,” Micky replied.

“This is a club for swingers you’re talking about?” Eric asked.

“Yes,” Vanessa confirmed. “You don’t have to come with us but we’ll be delighted if you do. You aren’t committed to participating if you do come with us, of course.”

Maya looked at Eric, who nodded. “We’ll come,” she said.

There was a general movement as what seemed to Maya to be all the restaurant’s clients were asking for their bills.

“You’re sure you want to go to this club?” Eric whispered to her as they stood, following the lead of Vanessa and Micky.

“Aren’t you?” she replied. The growl in her voice betrayed that she was still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. “I am. We’ve wondered what these places are like and now I, for one, am itching to find out. Besides, I’m so turned on that I wouldn’t sleep if we went home, not even if you fucked me until dawn!” she grabbed hold of Eric’s hand and pressed it against her lower belly. “Can you feel that?”

“The vibration? Yes, I can.”

“Micky has left this thing tickling me just enough to keep me on edge and it’s blocking me from thinking about anything but sex, sex and more sex!”