Aaron has fun with it during the wedding

Chloe stayed pressed against Josh’s side as the soft jazz shifted into something slower, the string lights above the garden beginning to glow brighter against the deepening dusk. The vibrator sat quietly inside her for the first several minutes—just a solid, foreign presence that made every small movement feel deliberate. She answered questions from relatives, smiled at the bride when she passed, and let Josh refill her champagne glass, all while the external bulb rested snug against her clit beneath the thin black lace of her thong.

Then the first deliberate pulse arrived.

It was low and steady, a deep thrum that started at her entrance and radiated outward. Chloe’s fingers tightened around the stem of her glass. The sensation was intimate and impossible to ignore, a private rhythm that belonged to someone else. She kept her smile in place as Josh’s father Richard approached to grumble about the catering, nodding at the right moments while the vibration continued for nearly ten full seconds before fading.

A minute later it returned, slightly stronger. Chloe shifted her weight, the dark green satin of her dress sliding against her thighs. The movement pressed the external piece more firmly against her, and a soft warmth began to gather low in her belly. She felt her nipples tighten against the fabric of the dress. The gold necklace at her throat suddenly felt too warm against her skin.

Josh noticed the change in her posture. “You okay, babe? You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, lifting the champagne to her lips. “Just the wine catching up with me, I think.” The lie came easily, but the next pulse from the vibrator made her breath stutter halfway through the sentence. She covered it with a soft cough and a smile.

Aaron was somewhere across the garden. She didn’t dare look for him, but she could feel his attention like a second set of hands on her body. The vibrations grew more purposeful—short bursts followed by longer, rolling waves that seemed timed to the moments when she was speaking or laughing. Each one left her a little more aware of the slickness beginning to gather around the device. Her body, traitorous as always, was responding.

When the band announced the first slow dance of the evening, Josh took her hand. “Come on. I’ve been waiting to dance with you in that dress all night.”

Chloe let him lead her onto the open stone patio that served as the dance floor. Other couples were already swaying beneath the lights. Josh’s hand settled at the small of her back, the other holding hers. The satin of her dress moved with every step, the short hem brushing the tops of her thighs. The vibrator shifted inside her with the gentle rocking motion of the dance, the external bulb sliding against her clit in a slow, maddening rhythm.

Aaron chose that moment to turn it up.

The intensity jumped. What had been a teasing pulse became a firm, continuous vibration that pressed directly against her most sensitive spot. Chloe’s eyes fluttered for half a second. She pressed closer to Josh, burying her face briefly against his shoulder so he wouldn’t see the way her lips parted. The pleasure was sharp and unwanted, building faster than she could control. Her hips wanted to rock into the sensation; she forced them to stay still, matching Josh’s gentle lead instead.

“You’re quiet,” Josh murmured against her hair. “Sure you’re all right?”

“Just… enjoying this,” she managed. Her voice sounded breathier than she intended. The vibrator pulsed harder, a strong, focused buzz that made her inner walls clench around the egg-shaped head. Heat flooded her face. She could feel herself growing wetter, the lace of her thong already damp. Every slow turn on the dance floor made the device move the tiniest bit, dragging the external piece across her clit in a way that sent fresh sparks up her spine.

Aaron was relentless. The pattern changed—three short bursts, then a long, deep roll that seemed to vibrate through her entire lower body. Chloe’s free hand tightened on Josh’s shoulder. She could feel the first edges of an orgasm beginning to gather, a tight coil of pressure low in her belly that she had no way to stop. The dark green pumps on her feet suddenly felt unstable. The gold clutch she still held in one hand pressed against Josh’s back as she clung to him.

“Chloe?” Josh leaned back just enough to look at her face. His brow furrowed with genuine concern. “You’re shaking a little. Do you need to sit down?”

She nodded too quickly. “Maybe. The champagne… I think I had more than I realized.” The words came out thin. Another powerful surge from the vibrator made her knees weaken. She forced a soft, tipsy-sounding laugh. “I’m a little drunk already. Embarrassing.”

Josh guided her carefully off the dance floor toward a cluster of empty chairs near the edge of the garden, away from the brightest lights. She sank into one with more urgency than she meant to show, the satin skirt riding up slightly on her thighs. The moment she sat, the angle of the vibrator changed. The external bulb pressed harder against her clit, and Aaron chose that exact second to crank the intensity to its highest setting.

The vibration became a relentless, high-pitched buzz that seemed to fill her entire lower body. Chloe’s hands gripped the edges of the chair. Pleasure crashed through her in a sudden, overwhelming wave. Her thighs trembled. She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, forcing her expression into something that might pass for tipsy discomfort rather than the raw, helpless climax that was overtaking her.

“Whoa, easy,” Josh said, crouching in front of her, one hand on her knee. “You really are feeling it, huh?”

She nodded, unable to speak for a moment as the orgasm peaked. Her inner walls clenched hard around the device, the external piece vibrating mercilessly against her clit. Wetness soaked the lace of her thong. A soft, shaky sound escaped her throat—half sigh, half stifled moan—that she immediately covered with another forced laugh.

“I’m… okay,” she whispered, eyes half-lidded. “Just sat down too fast. Everything’s spinning a little.”

Josh’s expression softened with affectionate concern. He stayed crouched in front of her, rubbing gentle circles on her knee while the last powerful waves of the climax rolled through her. Chloe kept her gaze lowered, focusing on the gold bracelet at her wrist, on the dark green pumps still on her feet, on anything except the fact that she was coming hard in a garden chair while her fiancé watched her with nothing but worry.

The vibration finally eased, dropping back to a low, residual hum. The aftershocks still fluttered through her. She could feel how wet she had become, the slickness coating the device and the insides of her thighs. Her breathing remained uneven. She lifted her champagne glass—still half full—and took a deliberate sip, playing the part of the slightly drunk guest who needed a moment to collect herself.

“Maybe we should get you some water,” Josh said, already glancing toward the bar. “Stay right here. I’ll be back in a second.”

Chloe nodded, not trusting her voice. As soon as he walked away, she pressed her thighs together, feeling the continued low pulse of the vibrator still working inside her. Across the garden, somewhere in the soft glow of the string lights, Aaron was watching. She didn’t need to see him to know. The remote was in his hand, and the night was far from over.