About a month ago my wife Jean and two of her girlfriends went to a house party sponsored by a company that promotes and sells ladies’ personal products.

She came home with several sexy items of clothing, along with a pair of vibrating balls meant to be inserted in the vagina and equipped with a remote-control device.

Jean is an attractive 26-year-old blonde with a 36-23-36 figure, and when she modeled her new lingerie for me, I applauded and showed her the woody she had given me. When I asked her about the vibrating balls, she said they had been a gift from the company, and were meant to be a joke. When I asked her if she’d like to try them, she just shrugged.

Later on, when I was going down on her in bed, I deftly opened her wet pussy with one hand and inserted the balls with the other, taking special care to make certain they were positioned firmly against her G-spot. Jean pretended to be oblivious to what I was doing, until I moved up to kiss her and at the same time activated the remote. She smiled and began to say something, but then her eyes closed, her mouth opened and she began to moan with pleasure. When I turned the power higher, she opened her legs, planted her feet close to her ass and began a slow fucking motion with her hips.

Her movements became more vigorous as I moved the power switch to high, and she pulled my face to hers for another kiss, sucking and nibbling at my lips and tongue. She soon had a violent and noisy orgasm, after which she sucked me off with grateful abandon.

The vibrating balls now became a more or less regular part of our lovemaking, especially when we had anal sex, or when Jean was sucking my cock — although she could get so excited that sometimes I was a little worried that she might inadvertently bite it off!

One night, Jean and I were planning to go out for dinner and dancing with Katie and Tess — the two girls she had gone to the house party with — along with their husbands. As we were dressing, I noticed the little balls in Jean’s dresser drawer, and suggested that she insert them and wear them during our evening out. She thought about it for a minute, then said that she would do it if the other girls would wear theirs also. She promptly called Katie and Tess, and apparently convinced them that it might be amusing.

I took possession of the remote control as Jean slipped the balls into place. She just smiled and said, “Be careful with that thing!” She then informed me that the other girls were not planning to tell their husbands about what they were carrying in their pussies.

During the evening I noticed that the girls seemed to smile more than usual, and drink more than usual too. After a while they got a bit tipsy, and started giggling together, obviously sharing some kind of secret. The other husbands looked puzzled. It was then that I decided what the hell, and I pulled my remote control from my pocket and placed it on the table.

At that point Katie and Tess giggled again, and pulled out their own remotes from their evening bags. As the other guys looked on in surprise, I grabbed those two remotes and shuffled them up along with mine, until I no longer knew which was whose. I then handed one to each of the other husbands. No one in our party objected to my impetuous maneuver. The guys looked amused, and the girls just giggled nervously.

A few minutes later, while I was slow-dancing with Tess, a cute little brunette, she suddenly gasped, and her knees buckled. I hung on to her until she recovered, then looked over to see Jim, Katie’s husband, watching with a grin on his face, delighted that his remote was working on his friend’s attractive wife.

Katie’s husband evidently continued to use the remote, and Tess was soon dry-humping me right there on the dance floor in front of everyone, including her husband. I looked over at Jean, who was taking a sip from her wine glass when she suddenly and unexpectedly set it down and closed her eyes. I saw Tess’s husband Howard watching her and smiling. He obviously had her remote, which meant that the one I had was Katie’s.

When we returned to the table I waited until Katie got up to go to the ladies’ room, then turned the remote to high. Katie shrieked and headed back to our table while trying to hold off the orgasm she was obviously having in the middle of the crowded restaurant.

Now Jim, Howard and I always bring along our remote controls when we go out with our spouses, for we have discovered an enjoyable way to pleasure another man’s wife while still remaining faithful and devoted husbands.