They head to the restaurant

They entered the hotel's elegant restaurant, the warm glow of the pendant lights reflecting off the polished mahogany and gleaming silverware. The aroma of fine dining filled her nose as they approached the hostess stand. She felt James's hand at the small of her back, guiding her through the room with a gentle pressure, and she leaned into his touch, feeling more and more like she was his to command.

The hostess, a young woman with a tight bun and a professional smile, led them to a table by the large, floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the moonlit beach. Felicity felt the eyes of the other diners on her, and she couldn’t help but wonder if any of them had been by the pool earlier to witness her little exhibitionism. The dress James had chosen for her was exquisite, but it was the anticipation of their evening that had her pulse racing.

After they had settled into their seats and the waiter had taken their dinner orders, James casually took his phone from his pocket and placed it on the table. Felicity's curiosity piqued—this was unusual for him. James was not the type to be distracted by technology during their special moments together.

As the waiter approached with their drinks, James leaned back in his chair, his hand reaching for the phone. Felicity felt a sudden, gentle pressure against her clit as the love egg inside her began to pulse. She gasped quietly, her eyes widening in surprise and arousal. She took her champagne flute from the waiter's tray, her hand trembling slightly, trying to keep her composure as the vibrations pulsed inside her. The man looked at her questioningly, but she managed a **** smile, hoping he wouldn't notice the blush spreading across her cheeks.

James took a sip of his whiskey, his gaze never leaving her. He tapped something on the phone, and the egg's vibrations grew stronger. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, the sensation so intense she could feel it in her core. The other diners chatted and laughed, oblivious to the private show unfolding at their table.

Felicity squirmed in her chair, her thighs squeezing together in a futile attempt to contain the pleasure. She took a gulp of champagne, the bubbles tickling her throat as they went down. The vibrations grew more insistent, and she had to resist the urge to grind against the chair. She felt like a bomb ready to explode at any moment.

James's eyes never left hers, his thumb moving in a slow, steady rhythm over the screen of his phone. The love egg responded to his commands, the vibrations pulsing through her with the same tempo as the soft jazz playing in the background. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a silent symphony of desire that played out between them as the world around them remained oblivious.

Felicity felt the pressure build with every pulse of the egg, her eyes fluttering as she took a sip of her drink, trying to keep her breathing steady. She was a vision of poise and grace, yet beneath the table, she was his plaything, squirming with each wave of pleasure that coursed through her. The vibrations grew stronger, and she couldn't help but let out a soft whimper, the sound lost in the clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversation.

James's smile grew broader as he noticed the group of men from the pool seated at the table behind her, their glances frequently straying to the couple, especially to his beautiful wife. He knew they were imagining her displayed as she had been earlier, their thoughts likely as dirty as the words they had shouted up to the balcony. He took a moment to savor the power he had, knowing that while they could only watch from afar, it was his cock that would fill her later and him who was currently teasing her pussy.

Leaning in close, he whispered into her ear, "Looks like you've got a few fans, baby." His eyes met hers, sparkling with mischief, before he nodded discreetly towards the men. Felicity felt a rush of heat and her cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through her at the idea of them watching her. She cast a furtive glance over her shoulder, catching the eyes of two of the men before quickly looking away.

Throughout the meal, James continued to manipulate the vibrations, varying the intensity and pattern with a devilish grin. Felicity focused on their conversation, the clinking of silverware, and the muted sounds of the restaurant to maintain her composure. Each time she took a bite, she felt the egg's pulsing increase, turning simple acts of swallowing into moments of exquisite ****.

When dessert was served—a decadent chocolate lava cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream—the vibrations grew erratic, mimicking the rhythm of his own breathing. She took a spoonful of the sweet treat, the coldness of the ice cream sending a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the temperature. He leaned in, whispering, "Do you want to come, slut?" His voice was low, a seductive taunt that had her pussy clenching around the egg.

Felicity nodded, her eyes pleading, her breaths coming in short gasps. James's thumb hovered over the screen, the anticipation of his control making her thighs quiver. She could feel the eyes of the men behind her, the heat of their gazes burning into her back.