Since that bachelorette party, something changed in me. Those cheap vibrating eggs we bought during the tuppersex and that all activated at the same time revealed a pleasure I didn’t know I had: wearing something inside me while I’m out in public, without anyone knowing. Since then, my husband and I have turned it into a regular habit, especially in summer.
The beach is where we enjoy it the most. I usually go topless and he carries the remote in the pocket of his swim trunks. We take long walks along very crowded beaches, the kind where people are lying down every few metres and it’s impossible to go unnoticed. I walk barefoot with my breasts out, and my husband walks beside me, calm, as if nothing is happening.
The game is simple: every time he sees someone looking at my breasts, he activates the egg. And on a busy Spanish beach in the middle of summer, that happens constantly.
We walk slowly, chatting about anything, while I try to stay composed. Suddenly, a young guy walking past turns around and stares openly at my chest. Without changing his tone, my husband presses the remote. The vibration hits me hard and precise, right where I feel it most. I have to keep walking normally, answer whatever he’s saying, while my legs start to tremble slightly. Sometimes I manage to hide it. Other times I have to clench my teeth and pretend I’m adjusting my bikini.
One of our longer walks, on a very crowded beach in the south, stands out in my memory. We had already been walking for nearly two hours. Every few metres someone looked at me. A group of young guys, an older man trying to hide it behind his sunglasses, a couple where the girl turned to whisper something to her boyfriend… My husband kept activating the egg almost non-stop. A few seconds of intense vibration, then he would turn it off. Just when I started to catch my breath, he would turn it back on.
At one point, a guy jogging along the shoreline almost ran into me because he couldn’t stop staring at my breasts. My husband left the egg on for nearly half a minute. I had to stop for a second, pretending something had gotten into my foot, while I came right there, surrounded by people. My husband glanced at me and smiled. He knew exactly what was happening to me.
The most exciting part isn’t just the vibration. It’s the feeling of being exposed, knowing that many men are looking at my breasts while I have something vibrating inside me, and that my husband controls it all from the outside. He decides when and how much. I just have to keep walking and smiling, like a normal girl at the beach.
Sometimes, when I’m already close to the edge, I quietly ask him to stop. He usually answers the same way:
“Not yet. Look how many people are staring at you.”
And he turns it back on.
We’ve done this on several beaches. The more crowded, the more we like it. There’s something perversely thrilling about walking among families, groups of friends and couples while I’m soaking wet inside, trying not to let anyone notice I’m about to come again.
Since that first time with the girls at the bachelorette party, I’ve discovered that I really enjoy this kind of game. I like feeling watched and controlled at the same time. And my husband knows it. That’s why every summer, when we go to the beach, the egg comes with us. And our long walks along the shore have become our favourite way to play.
Sometimes, while we’re walking, I wonder how many people suspect what’s really going on.
And the truth is, I hope quite a few do.
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