I went to my Ex Husband's birthday party last night, not by choice, but to let our son be with his dad on his special day. These things, any type of gathering with him and his family and friends, can be a bit daunting and emotionally taxing. I'm on good terms with his family and most of his friends, but just can not stand being around them for long periods of time. The whole you guys were great together can be a bit way too much sometimes. Especially when they gloss over the fact there was infidelity on his part. But it is what it is.

Going to this was not something I was looking forward to obviously. I usually try and make myself look damn good for these things, just to show what he missed out on, and to rub it in his face. But this time I was in the mood to do something a bit different. Something a little bit more risque. Even if I was the only one who was going to know what was really going on.

So I decided to wear my lush under all my clothes.

My experiments with it in public have been somewhat tame by most standards until that point. I would wear it to work when I was in the office alone, out and about doing grocery shopping, or on long drives. Places where I can sort of entertain myself and embrace my closet exhibitionist side. This was going to be the most intense and riskiest thing I've done with it, and I was both nervous and excited for it. I wasn't expecting much, not planning much, but nonetheless, I was excited for it.

Like usual I found myself with a glass of wine and ostracized for much of the night. Family and friends were doing their own thing, and I socialized with family here and there, but largely I was on my own on the deck with nothing but my wine and phone. So I started playing with myself.

I gave myself some low and steady rumbles. Gentle little vibes to take the edge off and get me loose and comfortable. It felt good, like it usually does, but this time it was just more arousing than I anticipated. They were all inside the house, right inside behind me, while I was playing with my pussy and feeling good. I was enjoying it, and when people came out and around, I stopped and sat up a bit straighter, was friendly and engaging when needed, all the while my pussy ached and dripped for more and more.

After a bit, those low rumbles were not enough. The wine had a major factor in it, along with the arousal, but a part of me wanted to lose control of that toy. It was a frightening thought at first, especially considering where I was, but the more I thought about it, the more exciting and enticing it sounded.To give up and give in and let someone else have the power over it. Be at their mercy of their whims and pleasures.

I opened up the app after a fortifying glass of wine and let my toy be open for use.

There were some that couldn't understand my disclaimer in that I wanted something a bit softer, and went full blast. But there were a few that got it, and gave me what I wanted. Slow and torturous vibes that just left me a mess. It was hard to keep a straight face sometimes with people around me and talking to me while the toy was quietly buzzing away inside my tightness. More than once I had to dip into the bathroom just to mop up the arousal that was just flowing from me. I know a few times my voice slipped and I looked like something was off. One of my ex's friends asked if I was okay and I just told them I had half of an cbd gummy and was just enjoying the vibes. If only they really knew.

After it was all over, and my legs were weak and shaking from how turned on and wet I was, I went home, got cleaned up and gave myself some of the most intense orgasms I've ever had at. I fucked myself good, and felt only emboldened my my little masturbatory escapades. I'm already wondering what I'm going to do next.