Vibrating Bar Stool
Copyright© 2025 by Ariana
Chapter 1
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 1 - "Vibrating Bar Stool" is a story about my experience wearing an egg-shaped vibrator in my underwear, stimulating my clitoris while trying to entice a strange single man sitting next to me at the bar. All of this happened while I was with my husband, who was a willing participant in the adventure.
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Let me begin this adventure with some essential background information to help you understand my story. First and foremost, I am a highly sexual woman who is always somewhat aroused. My husband and I both agree that sex is my favorite pastime. I identify as a hotwife, and I could likely be classified as a nymphomaniac. It’s important to note that my husband is very secure in our marriage and not the jealous type. In fact, he becomes turned on when other men are attracted to me, and I engage in sexual activities with them.
With that background, my story begins as we drive down the Pennsylvania interstate on our way to my husband’s business meeting in Scranton.
As is often the case during our trips, our conversation quickly shifts to what I will do to entertain myself at the hotel. We typically brainstorm ideas for escapades that might lead to a bit of sexual satisfaction for me while Will is at work. Many of our plans fail to materialize due to circumstances beyond our control, such as the absence of suitable candidates. However, some of our ideas do work out, and those are the stories that become interesting. This is one of those stories.
As we drove down I-80 in Pennsylvania on a warm, sunny fall day, I started to get an itch, so I opened my purse and took out a small egg-shaped vibrator, attached to the controller by a cord. I raised my skirt, slid my panties over, and placed the egg on my aroused clit. I pulled my panties back over to hold the vibrator in position and pulled my skirt back down. I then turned the controller on low to just keep my pussy teased and reclined my seat to relax and enjoy the moment.
Several miles later, Will spoke up and said he had an idea for a scheme that could get me laid, or at least be entertaining. He said, “Why don’t you wear the vibrator like you have it now down to the lounge tonight, and if the right man is next to you at the bar, let it slip during your conversation that you are using a vibrator while sitting at the bar. Then let nature take its course, and we will see where it leads.” We discussed the possibilities while we continued to drive, and I turned the vibrator up to high and soon had several orgasms, thinking about it. We arrived at our very nice full-service hotel in the late afternoon, and I couldn’t wait to get our plan into action.
First, I had to give Will some relief driving two hundred miles, knowing I had a vibrator on my pussy and hearing me climax, plus the scent from my aroused pussy had him horny as hell.
We climbed onto the bed after removing the cover, and Will went down on my immediately and began licking and sucking my clit. He said Baby, you have the best pussy. After he gave me three extraordinary climaxes, he had me get on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. He stood on the floor behind me and began to tease me with his cock. He would run his head up and down on my lips and then would smack my pussy with his cock then put it in my eager cunt two inches and pull back out. Finally, he would slide it in and fuck me slow and fast, sometimes stopping when fully inserted and using biological pressure as he pushed his cock left and right and up and down. Soon he triggered another orgasm for me, and I said Will, I’m cumming, cum with me. Will started pumping faster and filled me with his cum, and he was loaded after I teased him most of the day. After lying and enjoying our afterglow, we decided we should get cleaned up.
After showering and cleaning up, I dressed for our evening plans. Half the fun of these adventures is the planning and getting dressed up for it. I started with a white garter belt, then added my White G-string over it. I always put my panties and G-string over my garter belt so I can take them off, giving access to my pussy while leaving my shoes, nylons, and garter belt on. Most of my partners find this very stimulating. I rolled up my black seam-seamed nylons, with a seam running up the back, and fastened them to my garter belt. I slipped into a white half-cup bra that lifts but allows my nipples to stand straight out.
I selected a striking black mid-thigh skirt embellished with shimmering silver studs that gracefully accentuated each hip, creating an edgy yet chic look. To complement this, I donned a sleek black long-sleeved sweater that featured a daring low neckline, elegantly highlighted by a delicate gold chain that caught the light. After considering my footwear options, I decided on my stunning red 5-inch Fuck Me heels. They are very sexy! After I finished doing my hair and makeup, I was almost ready to go. All my husband could say was, “Wow!” That was enough to boost my confidence. I inserted my vibrating egg, running the cord out from under my skirt and covering it with my sweater. I turned it down too low and felt an instant tingling. I turned it off after seeing it worked, since we were going to grab a bite of dinner first.
We took the elevator down to the first floor and entered the dining room. After a brief wait, we were shown to a lovely table by the window, which overlooked a small lake surrounded by hills in the background. It was hard to see, as the sun had already set. I ordered a glass of white wine, while Will chose his usual Diet Coke with rum. Neither of us was very hungry, so I decided on a blackened chicken Caesar salad. Will agreed that sounded good and ordered the same.
We quietly discussed our plans before sharing a laugh when Will joked, “With your luck, Ariana, there will either be no one in the lounge or it will be a convention for senior citizens.” We both chuckled at that. Our salads were delicious, and after enjoying our meal, Will asked if I was ready. I reached down and turned my vibrator on to the first click. I smiled as the vibration caressed my clitoris and replied, “Let’s do it.” Will signed the check, and we left the dining room.
As we stepped into the lounge, the vibrant atmosphere enveloped us, buzzing with laughter and chatter. The dim lighting created an intimate ambiance, and despite the crowd, we managed to find a couple of seats at the bar, their polished surface gleaming under the warm glow. To my right sat a man who exuded the confidence of a seasoned businessman, his tailored suit fitting him like a glove. He had a charming demeanor that instantly put me at ease. At a glance, I noticed he was just a little older than me, fit and trim, and not bad-looking.
It was evident that excitement filled the air as patrons eagerly awaited the DJ scheduled to play. With each passing moment, the lounge grew more animated, the canned music barely audible yet throbbing with potential. We ordered a couple of glasses of rich red wine, the deep hues catching the light, and my husband and I initiated a light-hearted conversation with Jack, the businessman beside us. The combination of the lively atmosphere and the promising company set the stage for an unforgettable evening. He also stated that he would be here for a few days to attend a business workshop. Whatever that is sounded boring to me.
After several glasses of wine, I reached down and adjusted my toy by a couple of clicks. No matter how much I tried to hide it, my breathing quickened, and I couldn’t suppress a few soft groans. My husband leaned in and whispered in my ear that he could feel my chair vibrating. He then excused himself to make a quick trip to the men’s room. I lasted about a minute before I tried to suppress my orgasm, but I failed. “Wow, that was incredible,” I said softly.
Excuse me Jack said, looking slightly puzzled. I decided to confide in him. “Touch my chair,” I said. “Can you feel it vibrating?” When he confirmed that he could, I showed him the control and explained what had been happening while I was sitting at the bar. He seemed intrigued, and I could tell I had his attention.
“I hope I’m not embarrassing you,” I added. Jack replied, “Not at all. Using a vibrator at the bar sounds like quite an enjoyable experience. Have you done this before?”
“No, this is my first time trying it,” I said. “So far, it’s a great way to drink wine and get a conversation started.” Will returned, and I gave him a wink and a big smile.
During our conversation, it became evident that Jack was genuinely intrigued by what I was saying and seemed to be getting aroused. Noticing his interest, I discreetly signaled to my husband, indicating that everything was going well and that it was time for him to make his move.
A few minutes later, Will cleverly fabricated a text message alert and announced that he needed to step outside to discuss an issue at the job site. He left the bar with a casual but purposeful demeanor, creating the perfect opportunity for me to continue my conversation with Jack. As the ambient sounds of the bustling lounge filled the air, I leaned in closer to Jack, eager to keep him engaged and draw him further into my discussion. Then, I grasped Jack’s arm and squeezed. “ Oh, sorry, I just had an intense orgasm. Maybe I need to turn it down a notch and take a break. I turned the controller down a little and said, Oh, that’s better now.
The DJ had started playing music earlier, and when a slow tune came on, Jack asked me if I wanted to dance. We danced very close, so close I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I turned to him and asked if he could feel my vibrations, and he smiled, confirming that he could. I whispered in his ear, It appears that I’m affecting you, too. After losing ourselves in the rhythm of the dance, we made our way back to the bar, where my husband was patiently waiting for us, a slight frown creasing his forehead.
He shared some troubling news, continuing our scheme. There was an urgent issue at the job site that had to be addressed in person, as attempts to resolve it over the phone had failed. His expression conveyed the weight of the situation as he realized he needed to leave. “I’ll head back to our room now and change clothes, but there’s no reason for you not to enjoy yourself,” he said reassuringly. “Why not have a couple of drinks and soak in the music? I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can.”