Vyki tells her about all of it

Molly could tell he was a bit flustered and unable to focus, so she let Paul come down a bit before pressing him. However, when she saw him lift his fork to go after his salad, she jumped on his consciousness. “So did you enjoy the little stimulation?” Molly asked mockingly repeating one of Paul’s teasing questions.

Vyki looked at her salad as her stomach let out a light rumble and grabbed her fork to have some real sustenance until she heard Molly’s questions. At which point, an instant replay of the events in the restrooms ran through her mind focusing on all the various points where vibrations hit her. While many of the incidents in the titled venues were less than ideal, she was having a hard time telling herself that the stimulations were anything other than pleasurable even if mistimed. However, she wasn’t going to admit to Molly thus having to admit it to herself, until she felt it roar to life again as Molly said, “like that.” Under the immediate **** of sensations, Vyki couldn’t deny the obvious euphoria entering her mind, but the fog of her limited capacity prevented her from doing other than a very emphatic nod only to feel the relief of the incessant tool silencing.

“Good!” Molly said, happy that it wasn’t irritating him and still registered as pleasurable. “So.... you were in there for a while...” Molly stated timidly, still cautious about asking about this herself in public. “Did you... fully relieve yourself?” Molly had to search for a good euphemism he had used in the past when asking if she’d orgasmed.

Vyki again saw a replay of events flash in her mind and her face just turned pink as she shook her head.

Molly was sure that is what kept her delayed. Then she had a devilish thought that she was having to wait her turn for a cubicle, meanwhile having to fight off her continued teasing vibrations trying not to let everyone see his ‘O’-face; this thought after all the times he had tormented her in public sent a thrill into her uncovered pussy she did not expect. Wanting to hear more details, she prodded him further, “then what did happen in there?”

Vyki feared this question, but even as she looked around making sure they were really the only ones in the room, she knew this confession could test the bounds of even their open relationship. Taking a deep breath, she started, “by the time I got to the restrooms, the vibrations had messed with my head so much, I didn’t even think about I went into the men’s room by accident.”

“Oh my God!” Molly nearly shouted before she brought her voice back to a near whisper to match Paul’s cutesy confessional girl voice. “Did anyone see you go in there?”

Vyki’s blush returned as she bit her lip trying not to moan as she recalled the pounding the waiter gave her. “The waiter was in there and he heard me come in.”

Molly laughed at that, “oh that must have been rich. Did he say anything before you got out of there?”

Vyki again had a deep blush and bowed her head in shame.

“What? Did he tease or something?” Molly followed up when he didn’t say anything, she persisted in her speculation, “damn! Did you just use the men’s room anyway?”

Vyki guessed she could technically answer ‘yes’ and leave it at that, but she felt like she needed to be honest with Molly if she was going to repair things. She wasn’t sure how she was going to explain it but kicked herself as soon as the words “not really” escaped her lips.

Molly was almost getting irritated with the evasion, but she could tell he was embarrassed by something intimate. “What do you mean by ‘not really’? You pee your panties? Let a fart rip? What?”

Vyki chuckled at the silly ideas and shook her head.

“Then what?” Molly asked exasperated.

Vyki could tell she was getting irritated, so she finally just burst out the truth, “I let him fuck my ass.”

Molly literally choked on her steak at that sudden leap that she did not see coming even in her wildest imagination. Dropping her knife and fork she finally coughed up enough to swallow safely, taking a big swig of tea to ease her throat.

Vyki could see the shocked indignation and tried to explain, “those damn vibrations you sent kept hitting me and I couldn’t think at all. He thought I was flirting with him and had come in there to see him. Before I knew it, I was bent over the sink and....” Vyki gestured with her hand, but she couldn’t continue her details further.

Molly knew the Gadget could be overpowering, but she didn’t expect to find out her husband put himself into a position to let some guy fuck him in the restroom. She wasn’t sure how to process this and tried to skip ahead as she hoarsely asked, “what happened... after that?”

Happy to skip over details, Vyki jumped to the next major event. “He could tell I still needed to use the restroom, so he made sure the coast was clear and sent me over to the ladies’ room.”

“Did you run into anyone in there?” Molly asked worried about other encounters if that’s what she would do for another man, she wondered what he’d do for a woman.

Vyki was happy to report, “no! No, it was empty.” As she picked at her salad, “well, not initially. When I was brushing my hair out afterwards, these two ladies came in and....”

Visions of her femmed husband having a make out session with to women in the ladies’ room flashed through her mind. She knew he could be persuasive and amorous, but it seemed a stretch even for him. “And?”

Vyki’s mood visibly changed as she shifted her salad with her fork, “they thought I was a whore.”

“What?!? Did they offer you money or something????” Molly truly felt like this was another world she hadn’t ever even tapped into. She wondered how he advertised it so much.

“No! Nothing like that,” Vyki realized how it sounded and quickly detailed, “no, they made fun of my dress, said they were surprised someone ‘my age’ would wear it, and called me a whore as I left.”

Molly did have to admit it was something she wouldn’t be comfortable in at any age, but it was definitely intended for a 20-something. Regardless, she didn’t like the idea her husband had to find out how mean and judgmental women could be to each other but had to admit it was probably an important lesson for him to learn as to one of myriad as to why she wouldn’t wear the dress. “Sounds like a couple of stuck-up bitches,” Molly tried to console him, “They’re probably just superficial, with low self-esteem, but I wish I could say it was uncommon. Witches be bitches,” Molly said taking a final bite.

“I guess,” Vyki said feeling almost depressed as she stabbed at the salmon resting on the lettuce, “but why ruin someone else’s day like that? It’s just mean,” Vyki said looking up at her.

Molly was amazed how genuinely childlike that naive statement found only emphasized by her high pitch.