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Georgia ran quickly from the car through the light rain and entered Hooters in Northwest Atlanta at 8:00 PM, on Valentine's night, the time George had specified that he would meet her. Hooter's was not exactly the ideal Valentine's Day meeting place in Georgia's mind, but George liked it so OK lets make the best of it.. He had texted me that a surprise package would be waiting for her and she should ask for it. Georgia told the lovely buxom young lass that came to her table that she was Georgia S**** and there was supposed to be a table reserved for her and her husband and that there would also be a package waiting for her. The hostess led her to the booth reserved for the both of them. Hooter's was fairly crowded this Valentine's night and Georgia thought it was a good thing George had reserved a booth. The waitress soon arrived with a grocery bag and an envelope. How romantic she chuckled. Georgia ordered a large glass of red wine. Based on what she thought/feared might happen tonight she would need the extra fortification. Even though Valentine's Day was a romantic holiday, George was still the same ole perverted sadistic man she loved with all her heart. Georgia told the waitress she was going to sit here and wait for her husband. The waitress said there would be no problem.


Georgia looked at the grocery bag. “Georgia S' was scrawled across the envelope in big black letters.


Georgia took the card from the envelope and read the card.


Dear Georgia, You know how much I love other men fucking you, Watching your mouth, pussy and ass be violated is such a joy to me. But what was there that would be new for us to participate in. I have been reading some web sites about couples who are as decadent as us and what they liked to do. There were many options that ranged from things we had already done to things THAT were pretty far out there. I ended up conversing with one of the other people on the web site, a guy named Butch, and he offered up his services for a threesome. I told him that Valentine's Day was a special day and I needed to do better, catch you off guard so to speak. He said no problem, blindfold her, restrain her she will never know. I said no, you WOULD know.. He volunteered another solution, which is what you will experience tonight. You need to take this package into the ladies room and then open the package.


Georgia was pretty nervous and thought that maybe she should call George and tell him she wasn't interested in playing games. He would be so disappointed. But the more she thought about it the more she thought she would play along, at least at first. She was sure that there was some sexual side to this package. That thought caused her cheeks to flush.


Just then then the waitress returned and asked if she wanted another glass of wine. Georgia, already feeling the effects of the first glass, said yes, please. She informed the waitress that she was going to the bathroom. Georgia got up from the booth and darted for the bathroom, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Calm down, Georgia, she thought to herself. No one knows what you're doing. No one suspects anything. She clutched the grocery bag tighter, and locked the door behind her.


Inside the restroom, she set the bag on the counter and sat down on the lid of the toilet. For a moment, she just stared at it. Should she really go through with this? She thought of how disappointed George would be. She was so nervous her stomach was cramping, but at the same time excitement was zinging through her body like the caffeine she no longer drank. She drew in a deep breath of air, bracing herself for what was to come. With a trembling hand, she reached for the grocery bag and opened the bag.


There was only one item inside, a blue and pink box that said, "We-Vive Chorus". There was writing on the outside of the box that said "Please Open". Georgia opened the box. Inside the box was a blue U-shaped device. There was additional writing on the inside of the box. The writing and picture showed her how to insert the device into her vagina. The device, obviously some sort of vibrator, was shaped roughly like a U, there were two halves which should mold to the contours of her body. The internal end was slender and about 2-3 inches deep. It was designed to stimulate her g-spot. The external half was bulbous which would fit snugly against her clit. The clit end had two silver charging contacts and a blue raised control button. The box had room for and discussed a remote. The remote was missing and Georgia knew who had that remote. Could she do this? Could she? Once again she decided to play along, at least initially. The box indicated that she was to push the blue button to turn on the vibrator before inserting it inside her.


She held the vibrator in her hand, biting her lip with anxiety. She wanted to, she knew she wanted to, but her logical, practical side was screaming at her to set it down and walk away. She knew that George would be so disappointed. Logic be damned, thought Georgia and she turned the vibrator on and it started to vibrate at a low level. The low level vibrations startled her even though she had anticipated the vibrations.


Georgia lifted her skirt to reveal her pantie-less body, George had insisted she dress like that. She pressed the vibrator into her pussy. She was shocked at how wet she was already, but decided it was good as it made it easier to slide the vibrator into position. She removed her fingers slowly, making sure the vibrator was firmly in place and wouldn't pop out when she walked back to her booth, then pulled her skirt down again and straightened her top. She sucked in another deep breath and went back out into Hooters. The vibrator wasn’t uncomfortable, but Georgia couldn’t ignore its presence.


While she walked back to her booth, Georgia could definitely feel the vibrations and she was sure she could hear the vibrations. In fact its sounded like she had a jet plane in her panties, even though she knew for a fact that the vibrations were almost inaudible. As she walked toward the booth it seemed that everyone was watching her, all eyes followed her as she walked.


When she sat down in her booth she felt somewhat shielded. But then a nice looking man got up from a table near her booth and walked over to her. When he got to her booth he stooped down and picked up the grocery bag she had dropped. He looked her directly in her eyes, with a silly smirk on his face, and told her that she had dropped the bag. When he handed the bag to her, she felt her face turn bright red and she shuddered a bit. The man asked her if she was OK, again with that silly smirk. She told him she was OK and thanked him and he returned to his table.


When he returned to his table he began to talk with his friend, pointing at her several time. My gawd, Georgia thought, he heard the vibrations. The two of them stared at her and the other man seemed to nod his head at Georgia with a knowing smile.


Damn, where was George? She took out her phone, frowning to discover no new texts from George. If he was going to be late he should have texted her by now. What was taking him so long? If he didn't show up soon, she was going to kill him! Suddenly the vibrations stopped. Aha, George was here. Georgia attacked her second glass of wine, knowing she would need the edge alcohol gave her. Using the opportunity of the drink she took a discreet look around. She didn’t see George anywhere, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there. Hooters's was good sized with multiple seating areas. He could be anywhere. That was probably his idea, right? While she sat there he would operate the vibrator surreptitiously and she would have no idea when it would happen. She would be forced to sit there quietly while he did whatever he wanted. Georgia didn't know if the thought angered her or excited her more. At lease her reserved booth was only visible from a couple of tables.


She was surrounded on three sides by strangers. The closest people were the two men at the table across from her booth. They both seemed to occasionally look knowingly at her. Beyond that was a constantly shifting flock of people coming and going. George could be anywhere. Once again Georgia felt the soft hum of the vibe would be lost in the background noise of the restaurant, but she couldn’t help but fret about it regardless. Georgia, realized that she had been sitting here for about 15 minutes. She had almost convinced herself that nothing was going to happen. The initial rush of excitement passed. She took a deep breath and looked around, carefully, so as not to draw attention. What she saw was what she expected to see; people going about their business, chatting among friends, eating, or looking at their phones.


Suddenly the vibe fired to life without warning, thrumming deliciously against her clit. She bit her lip, suppressing a gasp that nearly succeeded in escaping. She would have to do better, if she didn’t want to get caught. The vibration receded, the toy going still inside of her. Georgia let out a cautious breath, this was going to be an interesting evening. The thought both terrified and electrified her. The vibrator came to life again. Pleasure came in waves. Georgia gripped the edge of the table. Her eyes rolled back in her head. It felt like the vibrator was moving inside of her, though she knew it wasn’t. George was somehow controlling the intensity of the vibrations. The vibrator began to maddeningly shift intensities and vibration patterns. The sensation, once again, abruptly stopped. Georgia knew she had precious few seconds to compose herself. Her pussy throbbed, aching for more. Blood rushed to her core. She felt wetness running down her thighs. She dared not look around, that could give her away. She kept her expression neutral and scooted her bottom out a little, spreading her thighs to relieve some of the pressure building within her, and pretended to focus on her menu The third wave hit, intense pleasure, was being delivered by the vibrator. Her toes curled in her shoes. The faintest gasp escaped her lips,she couldn’t help it,but in her mind she was screaming. It went on for about two minutes, throbbing against her clit, humming against her g-spot. Before she knew it, she was very, very close. The vibrator died with such abruptness Georgia almost slipped out of her seat. The man at the closest table said, “Darling are you sure you are alright?” Damn, Georgia knew they had seen her.


Georgia groaned in frustration. I am fine thanks, just a bit of a cramp. The man said, “OK”, his smile more of a leer now. Damn, He knew, she was sure of it. Hands trembling, she reached for her phone and typed out a quick text to George: You’re such a tease! The vibrator activated. Twenty seconds of intense pleasure followed by a lull of five seconds. This went on for minutes. Twenty seconds on, five seconds off. Long enough to drive her mad with pleasure, not long enough to give her release. Soon, she was aware of little else, certainly not what was going on around her. She couldn’t go on like this. Her legs were trembling. Sweat beaded on her lip. Her pussy and thighs were wet, her sex engorged with blood and aching for release. Looking at the table across from her she noticed that the two men were chatting up the waitress occasionally pointing at her. The waitress was looking straight at her but looked away when Georgia looked at her.


During a brief lull her phone rang. She noticed the call was coming from their home number. What the hell was going on? She answered the phone and George told her that he had loaned his phone to a friend, a friend who was in the restaurant. Georgia asked George what the fuck he was doing? How could he do this to her? George told her to calm down and just enjoy the moment. She was safe in the restaurant. Georgia thought I'll fucking show him/them. She turned her body away from the the two men's prying eyes and slowly raised her skirt. Fuck it, she was not going through this torture. Her hand slid slowly up her thigh, her wet thigh and touched her wet pussy, her soaked pussy. She reached for the vibrator and stopped.


The vibrator turned on again at a very high intensity. The pleasure instantly reached a high level. The vibrator started cycling on and off driving her toward an orgasm. The feelings were overriding any desire to stop what was happening. She instantly knew that she had to go through with this. She knew that George had given his phone to the guy who had offered his service. This guy was controlling the vibrator, now turning it on and off at random.

The waitress appeared at her table. The vibrator went still. "Can I get you anything else?" the girl asked. "No” Georgia said, forcing out the word through compressed lips. The girl paused. "Are you sure? May I get you another wine?" Then the vibrator came to life inside her. Georgia said, “Yes, please another”. The last word came off in a shrill cry before she clamped her mouth shut. Too late, she knew. The girl gave her an odd look,which Georgia ignored, and shuffled off. Georgia could hear the snickering of the two men at the near table. Georgia thought, my gawd how can I let this go on.


But...... A feeling rose from deep within her body. This time, the sensation didn’t stop after twenty seconds. It kept going. Instead of shutting off as before, the sensation began to cycle, up and down, in and out. He was toying with her, watching her. Despite the fear, despite the risk of discovery and shame, she loved it. Wasn’t this what George wanted, to push her boundaries? Somewhere nearby, someone was watching as she danced on the ends of invisible strings, writhing in her chair, controlling her breathing, doing all she could to delay the inevitable. What would happen next? She had no idea. Just as she approached her limit, the vibrator stilled. It was all Georgia could do not to cry out in frustration. She had to know who it was. Casting discretion aside, she looked around. No one was watching her, Even the two men seem to be ignoring her.


Then she remembered the man had George's phone.


Georgia's text: Who has the remote?


Pleasure erupted inside of her. She dropped the phone, dimly aware that she had, once again, had drawn the attention of the two men at the nearby table. Georgia ignored them; squeezed her eyes shut. Forty-five seconds of intense pleasure, followed by the aching emptiness. Her clit throbbed at the absence of stimulation, almost painfully. That was the new pattern. Forty-five seconds on, fifteen off. Quickly, she checked her phone.


His text: Someone you do not know, or do you? But then why does it matter?


Georgia's text: It matters I am a married woman and I don't know who this is!


She had time to type, before her time was up. She was prepared for it this time, but it was getting harder and harder to think clearly. Her heart was hammering, her hair plastered to her brow. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from cumming, but she came anyway. Her body turned against her, the pleasure cresting inside of her in delicious release. The vibe stopped. Georgia opened her mouth. No sound came out. She could feel her body clenching and releasing, pleasure denied, climax ruined. What kind of cruel person controlled the vibrator? She needed release and she needed it now!


His message: I don’t think it does. However, you may call me Butch. And your name is Georgia.


Georgia glared at her phone. She was hammering out a snarky response just as the vibe came to life once more. She thought the game was over. She was wrong. Her body, once denied, was quick to respond. Butch gave her a full minute this time. How generous , she thought. There was no way she was going to kill the connection now. Sad as it was in her mind, this was a very erotic experience. From a stranger in a restaurant! The vibrator stopped.


Georgia's text: I hope you’re enjoying yourself. Watching a woman making a damn fool of herself? What do you want from me?


Butch's text: Very much so. Tell me what you want, Georgia?


The vibe kicked on. A minute of bliss. Not enough to get her there, but close.


Georgia's text: I think it would be obvious as I squirm in this booth.


Butch's text: Yes, but I want you to tell me.


What happened next was a blitz. Alternating patterns, waves of intermittent pleasure. One moment, she felt like she was being penetrated. The next, a tongue on her clit. The next, sensations she could not describe and had never felt. Butch had clearly mastered the remote that controlled her.


Georgia's text: I want to cum! I want to cum right now!


The patterns repeated, the duration shorter. She was on the edge, but he would not let her go over.


Butch's text: Say please


Georgia's text: Goddammit!


Butch's text: Wrong answer


The pleasure came again, in undulating waves. It went on for minutes, with pauses lasting no more than five seconds, pushing her right up to the edge, but not letting her over. The back of her dress was wet. Georgia was beside herself. Fine. She'd play his game.


Georgia's text: Please! she typed. I’m begging you! Don't let me squirm her longer! Please let me cum!


After a moment’s hesitation


Georgia's text: Please, Butch!


Butch's text: That’s a good girl. That’s a very good girl.


Georgia set down the phone and hid her face behind her hair. Butch waited, just long enough for doubt to set in, before activating the vibe. Pleasure coursed through Georgia. She felt it in her scalp, in her toes. Every muscle was taut, her entire body coiled. It didn’t take long. The orgasm was simultaneous, at once inside and out. She bit her tongue, hard, to keep from crying out. The sensation was delicious, effervescent. Georgia was aware of nothing but the vibrator inside her and the pleasure it generated. And the invisible hand that controlled it. She felt that she would explode. George's toes curled, her head snapped back, and every nerve in her body was awash with feeling for one fabulous second, and too soon it was all over. The vibrations slowed and then stopped, and Georgia laid her head on the table, not caring who saw. She wanted to scream, and nearly did, but somehow held it together. Finally, the pleasure began to recede. As it did, Butch gently dialed down the intensity, until the vibe was silent once more. Georgia uncoiled, turning nearly fluid in the chair.


She noticed the men at the nearby table were snickering. They obviously knew what happened. One of the men stood up and came over to her booth and slid into the booth across from her. He was a good looking younger man. He lean toward Georgia, close and intimate. He smiled at her and Georgia wondered if he had seen her cumming, if he knew what had happened and was using it as an excuse to hit on her. She raised her head and looked at him, trying to compose herself, straightening her hair and sitting up straight. The man leaned in closer and asked her, “How was it?” Georgia feeling a bit more composed said, “How was what”. The man reached into his coat pocket and placed a cell phone on the table and then a blue remote, obviously the remote for the vibrator. Georgia was dumbfounded. He said his name was Butch and for me to tell George that he hoped that this event was special for me and he was still up for a three-some, just let him know. Also tell George that he had videoed the whole thing with his phone. Then he smiled and said or was it my phone?


Georgia sat there stunned, not knowing what to say or do. The man reached over and gently took Georgia's hand in his, bringing it to his lips where he gently kissed her hand. Butch said, “Thanks Georgia, I really enjoyed it. Then Butch stood, moved away from the booth, joined his friend and left the restaurant.


Georgia sat there thinking about what had transpired. Georgia knew she would have to think long and hard about the night's events and what should be the appropriate response in her dealings with George. Perhaps she should just acknowledge how erotic the evening had been and not be too hard on him.


At that moment George slipped into the booth across from her. He had a big grin on his face. Georgia started to speak and George put a finger to her lips, saying Shhh. He said, “Lets enjoy the rest of the evening, two people in love”. Georgia nodded her head in the affirmative. Both knew the earlier events would have to be discussed but not right now.

Hi guys/gals

Georgia here. My favorite remote control vibrator right now is the Lush 3. It is controlled by the Lovense App. I have that app to control the vibrator but other can control it from long distances.
Never tried that, might be fun.