This is too fun.

The following week, you invite Gemma and her father over to your house for dinner. You're eager to try out your latest acquisition from the sex shop, where you're quickly accruing a whole bunch of loyalty reward points. They arrive just as the meal is ready to serve, and once Gemma is inside your reach into your pocket and open up an app on your smartphone, activating your new toy. The remote-controlled vibrator currently lodged up against Gemma's G-spot springs to life, and immediately you can sense she is in some awkward discomfort. You keep the tempo at a low and steady pace for now, just getting her warmed up as the four of you take your seats at the dining table and begin to dine and chat.

Midway through the meal, you pull out your phone under the guise of looking to change the music that's currently playing through your wireless speakers and start messing around with the app. You begin to ramp up the intensity, and you notice Gemma grip the edge of the table tightly, no longer interested in eating. Beneath the table, you extend your foot and kick her knees open, making her spread her legs wide. The sound of buzzing inside of her is fortunately masked by the music you have playing in the background, but every now and then you can faintly make it out. You pulse the controls, alternating between fast and slow, stimulating her with an intense pattern of powerfully deep, rumbly G-spot vibrations.

"Gemma are you alright?" asks your wife, placing her hand on Gemma's forehead, "Are you coming down with a fever? You look flushed."

Gemma barely acknowledges her queries, looking faint as perspiration beads on her chest and face.

"Maybe Gemma just needs a lie-down," you suggest, getting out of your seat. "I'll take her to the guest room. Come on, Gemma."