The Village

Carrie Wilson had decided that perhaps, if there was a little incentive from the night then she might actually get to leave early. Together.

Her plan so far was working, in so much that she held his undivided attention. She watched her husband as he sat on the edge of the bed waiting as she came out of the shower. She knew full well that they were tight on time but did not care.

Towelling herself down idly she watched both herself and his reaction through the mirror, hung on the far wall. Her eyes then casting to the ensemble she had chosen days in advance that hung on the wardrobe door from a hanger. An outfit picked to ensure Greggs attention, as she gathered the outfit she knew was pulling out all the stops.

Taking the hanger, she laid the sleeveless strapless dress on the bed for him to see. A smirk running over her lips as she picked a stray long blonde hair from the little black dress, a recollection of the last time she had worn the dress flashing through her mind. It was a garment that would be just about long enough to cover the lace detail of stocking tops and perfectly accentuate her soon to be nylon clad legs. Her outfit would be completed by the black stilettos sat at the foot of the bed along with a pearl necklace and pearl drop earrings.

As she dropped her towel she felt his eyes fall across her. Carrie did not react, her confidence coursing as she slipped the dress up over her naked body so that Greg could fully appreciate she wore no underwear beneath the tight-fitting garment.

Deliberate eye contact made as she demurely slipped the dark denier holdup stockings over her legs to nestle over her thighs. Posing deliberately before the mirror wearing the dress, stockings and stilettos, dressed just how he liked her, intent on arousing him.

"Damn" Greg offered finally. "I'm holding off on a pearl necklace comment."

She smirked as she continued to pose in the mirror as she applied make up and fixed her long dark hair, making sure to display her slender physique as she slowly ran her hands over the tight satin dress.

"I think I'm ready." Carrie offered as she turned to face her husband, who did not move. "C'mon... It's you that wants to get to this thing... so shall we?"

Greg still did not move, even as she stood before him placing her hand provocatively upon her hips, to feign impatience.

"There's one little item you've missed to accessorise with... I don't think you are properly dressed without it," Greg offered assuredly.

"Other than underwear?" Carrie teased as her husband finally rose to stand before her. He took her hand and led her towards the dressing table cluttered with make up and bottles of perfume.

"Stand facing the mirror..." Greg calmly instructed, ".... and bend over."

She smirked as she followed his instructions, parting her legs, with her imagination in over driver that the ensemble had worked so effectively and so quickly.

"I thought we were in a hurry" Carrie stated on a whisper as she watched him approach her, hoping to feel his fingers explore her. He raised her dress up her stocking clad thighs before, slides his fingers along the tops of her stockings before caressing her bare ass cheeks and in a controlled voice stated,

"If I'm to keep you happy tonight...then perhaps you need a little entertainment."

Sliding open the top drawer of the dresser at her left-hand side He showed her the chrome oval shaped device in the mirror just before his fingers pressed it between the lips of her labia.

Carrie had not appreciated how aroused she actually was until she felt his touch. He pressed the device they had only experimented with once before against her slipping his fingers and the object gently into her, then pulling back to lubricate the device.

A gasp passed her lips as she finally felt her husband push the stimulus into her, she braced her body her hands gripping the smooth surface of the vanity table. Carrie moaned as she bent her body further lowering herself onto her elbows, presenting herself to him as she felt the tip then whole of the device slip deep into her body, his fingers with drawing only once he had positioned the sex toy deep in her.

"Pull your dress back down in your own time," Greg offered on a masterful tone, "It's fully charged so should last well past midnight."

Unexpectedly he then gave her a firm slap across her ass, his action taking her by surprise as the searing heat spread through her body. Standing up she straightened her posture as she rose but deliberately did not look back at him.

"It had better not turn into a pumpkin at midnight," Carrie offered as she stood.

"I don't think the App has that facility," Greg chuckled. "Now we are ready to get going."

As Carrie checked and straightened her dress across her thighs and the tops of her stockings a delicious grin crept across her lips at the prospect of what the night might hold in store. As she followed her husband out of the bedroom her legs were already a little wobbly just with the exhilaration and anticipation at this unexpected twist to a night that until now had filled her with the prospect of very little pleasure.

As they left the house, ever the gentleman, he opened the car door for her. She purposely allowed her thighs to be visible as she sat and exposing her stockings as he joined her, slipping casually into the drivers seat of the silver BMW. Before he drove off he could not resist as without a word he reached over and squeezed her stocking clad right thigh. Fixing his mobile in a cradle on the dashboard he pulled away from their gravelled drive.

"Shall we get you warmed up on the journey." Greg offered as they drove at a steady speed through the dark streets of the village.

Carrie reached over, her hand grazing over his crotch, feeling his arousal through his suit trousers as she stroked her fingers gently over him.

"Feels like somebody already is?" she purred.

As the vehicle picked up speed Carrie clenched the sides of the seat beneath her each time her husband tapped his finger against the illuminated screen of the phone, gasping aloud at the intense vibrations she felt immediately from the device nestled between her legs.

**********

Carrie composed her breath, her skin flushed, her libido racing as she casually sought to relax from the stimulus that had just wracked her body.

A stimulus that on itself might not have been strong enough to achieve the reactions that her husband had evoked from across the room over the last hour and twenty minutes. There was something in the taboo and the secrecy of the pulsating vibrating device slipped deep into her body had ensure Carrie could concentrate on very little else other than the wanton desire that Greg had remotely triggered repeatedly.

They had sat apart throughout the three-course dinner that had been served. Greg given his duties as the Golf Clubs Charity Secretary had sat at the long table at the far end of the room, whilst she had sat with the other dutiful wives at large round table towards the back of the function room.

They were seated back at their respective tables after dinner and from her perspective the normally monotonous raffle and prizes were being announced. She immediately regretted her instruction that he should ease off a little on the device as she was bored now, somewhat frustrated that he had no longer showed her any attention as she scowled brattily in his direction. She had caught his eye, and he grinned back at her which made her even more irritated until he picked his phone out of his jacket pocket. As his fingers glanced across the screen she braced for the inevitable reaction, disappointed as her own phone vibrated on the table before her on delivery of a SMS message.

-: You said not too... but forget I'm in control.

I've been taking it easy with you until now.

How does maximum setting sound?" :-

Her fingers tapped rapidly across the screen, spelling out a message of challenge and defiance.

-: Do your worst xx :-

Carrie glanced towards her husband as he sat there, she watched his fingers move across his own screen, she assumed he hurriedly typed, but her phone did not ping again.

Instead, as the device triggered Carrie let go of an audible gasp as she felt the intensity vibrate deep into her core. She braced, her hands clenching the seat beneath her as the device vibrated viciously, the pattern of its vibration varying and pulsing through her body like nothing she had experienced until now. People sat around her glanced awkwardly at her, wondering what was wrong with her. Her shocked reaction forced into a smile as again the vibration kicked in, she started to accept, to relax, to enjoy herself.

Crossing her legs over one another under the table positioning herself so that the device resonated around her vagina, she was hideously conscious of the wetness that soon seeped along her inner thighs.

She watched as Greg picked up his phone once more and felt the instant charge of the buzzing in her core. It built rapidly taking her breath away, she was unable able to stifle a light whimper. Her eyes were near watering with the intensity she endured. Suddenly panicking that those around her would hear the intensity of the buzzing device.

She watched as her husbands fingers created a pattern, that instantly trembled inside of her, her clit now throbbing, a wetness leaking between her thighs. She tensed and arched her back in her seat, breathlessly squirming as wave after wave of patterns took over her body. She could barely pay attention to the surroundings, she focused her eyes on him. He smiled at her and then slowed the pattern to a gentle simmer pattern while she caught her breath. Her phone buzzed again.

-: There's a promise auction to endure after this.

Sorry did I not mention that.

Oh, and you're a prize :-

She threw a rueful smile towards her husband as he made eye contact. Her mind barely able to comprehend what the second part of his message constituted. As she typed out a hasty response.

-: I need to fucked senseless after this :-

Greg smiled as he held eye contact, having glanced towards her message. Carrie quickly lost interest in the promise auction that commenced her body squirming discretely around the device the thoughts in her mind exciting her further on how he might choose to fuck her. She came back to earth, concentrating as she heard her name mentioned over the microphone as the promise auction continued to unfold.

"So, a three-course dinner for up to five guests prepared and served by Greg's wife, Carrie... Who will start the bidding at £150?"

She looked at him astounded, he had not even consulted with her on putting her services as a Sous Chef up for auction. She would not have objected had he done so but a niggle of annoyance ate away at her, at his assumptive behaviour. She was soon distracted as she felt the stimulus buzz back into life distracting her even as eyes in the room fell upon her.

Before she knew it, her services were potentially being sold for three hundred and fifty pounds. She concentrated as she scanned the remaining bidders as the auction passed the four-hundred-pound mark, one being her husband's long-term friend, Jake Parkinson. The other an unknown male sat on a table to her left.

She watched and listened. Her mind assessing the two bidders. As the device thrummed continuously inside of her, her imagination painted a scenario of her being haggled over for a far different purpose. A far more depraved outcome.

Her mind so fractured by the bliss of the device operating at maximum setting. As it did Carrie allowed her imagination to wander, her bottom lip bitten between her teeth. Feeling so incredibly turned on at the thoughts racing through her mind of a fantasy at the outcome of the auction.

Both men were handsome, Jake she barely knew the other man was a total stranger. As she felt the remote stimulus her husband provided, she glanced between the bidders as she wildly imagined being stripped, fucked, exploited, used, and broken by either of them.

Unawares of her immoral thoughts Gregg unwittingly increased the pattern only encouraging her illicit thoughts. She glanced over her shoulder to the dark-haired male. Her favourite suitor now against the slightly older, marginally less handsome Jake. He looked back at her, and she knew he could see the lust in her eyes, the desire to be used. She could not help herself.

"I'm worth it," she mouthed to him.

"Five hundred pounds," the dark-haired male immediately declared.

"I'm out" Jake conceded to a ripple of applause that spread through the room.

Carrie relaxed a little, composing herself despite the excitement and intrigue at the thoughts that had crossed her mind. A realisation dawning on her that at least now she would get to know who the handsome stranger was. She took a deep breath feeling her cheeks flushed appreciating she was not thinking straight. The constant cusp of the vibrating toy she surreptitiously hid inside of her, driving the illicit thoughts that coursed through her mind.

As all attention in the room turned towards the next lot in the auction, Carrie relaxed back in her seat as best she could, throwing occasional glances to the dark stranger as her husband continued to remotely toy with her.

**********

The formalities of had evening had finished as the patrons assembled at the Golf Club began to mingle and conversation filled the function room against the backdrop of music.

Carrie took a sip from her long glass of Vodka and Coke as she felt Greg step up behind her, the scent of his familiar aftershave filling her nostrils as he wrapped his hands around her slender waist.

"How's your evening been?" he offered on a chuckle.

"Challenging" she offered with a tease, "I need a fucking release after what you've been doing to me."

Gregg kissed her tenderly on her shoulder as the device continued a gentle steady pattern inside of her.

"I know how boring you find such occasions... I thought it'd make it interesting for you," he offered in response.

Looking back at him she squeezed his hand and whispered, "You're a bastard... but I'm gonna fuck you so hard when I get home."

"Promises, promises," Greg offered in response.

"Oh, and thanks for the surprise of offering my services... although that Markus looks..." Carrie could not resist offering, knowing how secure there marriage was. "...hot."

"I believe Markus Arlington is engaged... But perhaps I didn't think of the consequence through." Greg offered on a grin whilst squeezing her waist tighter, before offering. "Perhaps it's me that needs to fuck you senseless tonight... stake my claim... hard... and rough,"

His words sent a flush of heat through her as she imagined him fucking her in such a fashion.

"Well, someone's on a promise" Carrie heard a gravelly voice state.

Greg's intent and her response cut immediately short as Jake Parkinson stepped in front of them having obviously overheard what Greg had just said.

Carrie's cheeks flushed. Jake was easily ten, possibly fifteen years older than her but on the occasions she had met him Carrie could not help but admire the confidence of his swagger and his infectious grin. A grin now visible as he stood before them his eyes none to subtly falling over her slender figure wrapped in the tight little black dress. Distracted and embarrassed she had failed to notice that Markus Arlington also approached from their left. Markus intense gaze also falling upon Carrie as she stood before her husband.

"To the victor the spoils," Markus announced raising a glass towards Jake and flashing Carrie a disarming smile.

"A fair contest..." Jake responded as Carrie now turned towards Markus "...I hope you make the most of young Carrie's company and your culinary expertise."

"You'll have to let me know when... and where," Carrie coyly offered still blushing a little, feeling her husband grip tighten a little under the attention of the two men.

"Well, that'll depend on when Gregg is willing to trust letting you out his sight for the night." Jake offered with a hint of mischief.

Carrie looked back to her husband with a sparkle in her eye and a wet heat between her thighs that ached to be satisfied. His grip left her body as he stepped to left hand her side.

"I can trust my wife..." he offered sincerely, "...even around an old lothario like you."

"Less of the old" Jake countered with a raise eyebrow his eyes not wandering from Carrie.

**********

An hour later Carrie still found herself in the company of both Jake and Markus.

She stood alone though, her breath heavy in her chest as wherever her husband had disappeared to on the constant need to work the room in his capacity she felt him control the device deep inside her, much as he had done for the majority of the last hour. An hour in which Carrie had struggled to maintain composure as she had held down conversation with both Jake and Markus.

As a fresh crescendo threatened to consume her she looked over to the two men, both of them smiling as they looked back at her from the bar. Jake then whispering something to Marcus, causing them both to discreetly but obviously chuckle to one another.

Greg had approached her about ten minutes before hand, much to her disappointment he had explained how the duties of the night had seen him ending up being invited to join a poker game at the bequest of the clubs chairman. She had reluctantly understood and accepted his suggestion that she should perhaps head home alone, rather than wait around for him.

As she stood there she caught site of her husband stood in the far corner of the room. As she watched Gregg started tapping away on his phone and the device inside her came back to life with a viscous reprise. Instantly squirming as she stood there, she gripped the back of a chair at her left to control herself. She certainly could not accuse him of ignoring her even if he physically could not offer his presence.

Looking back towards both men at the bar she was concerned, by the fresh onslaught of the device and how she could now feel her aroused state once again running down the inside of her legs as they re approached her. Maintaining eye contact with both of them, she was just as equally perturbed by the thoughts racing through her mind as to how she was behaving in light of the desperate need her husband provoked. Casually conversing with two strangers on the constant cusp of insatiable orgasm was certainly a first.

"Are you Ok?" Jake enquired as he handed her a fresh drink.

"It's... it's just a little warm in here isn't it?" Carrie offered taking the cloudy looking drink and taking a long swig of the bitter tasting contents to cool her as best it could.

"A touch," Markus offered in response.

"Can... Do you mind...if we get some fresh air gents." She offered. Her mind wondering if at this point to simply step outside of the venue might disrupt the Bluetooth connection and offer a needed reprieve from the device her husband controlled.

"Sure," Jake offered looking to Markus then around the room as they follower her towards a metal frame glass door that led to the exterior of the building.

Carrie's legs were shaking as she stepped out on to the patioed area, the buzz of the device and her aching clit continued even as she rested her hands on the railing that looked out over the fairway and green in the darkness.

As she gathered her thoughts she could feel the cool breeze against the wetness of her inner thighs, rubbing them together only to realise that the damp that coated her stocking tops was all but down to her knees. Composing herself even as her clit throbbed she became conscious that her nipples now hardened beneath her dress. She took another swig of her drink, in the fresh air of the night she could feel the effect of the alcohol she had continuously consumed in the company of Jake and Markus, her mind and her vision blurring a little as she looked to the glass in her hand, attempting to concentrate on it.