Valentines or What’s it Like to Wear a Pearl Thong

This past Saturday I went out with the hubs for Valentines Day. We like to celebrate NOT on the actual day as things are way less crowded haha. I really wanted to go out for a light dinner at a speakeasy fairly close to where we live. It’s just a fun spot. It’s in a restaurant. When you walk in, there’s a wall of bookshelves behind the host’s stand and a British style phone booth. You go into the booth, pick up the phone and speak the password (available if you follow the bar online). A secret door opens in the bookcase and the bar is behind it. SO FUN!

Since I picked the bar, hubs put in a special request that I wear my pearl thong. He bought me this more than a few years ago from Bracli – a Spanish lingerie company. It’s basically a stretch lace waistband with a string of pearls that goes between your legs. I try to save it for special occasions and Valentine’s Day is special so why the heck not? I had my usual winter wear of jeans and a big sweater on. I’ve recently lost weight and celebrated wearing a pair of jeans I haven’t been able to for a bit. They were snug – not tight but snug – and that MAY have been a mistake…

So that pearl thong is a trip to wear. The strand splits your hoo hah right down the middle and rubs on your clit. Yes it feels good. I don’t think I had ever worn it with jeans before. I don’t usually wear it out because the constant stimulation is a lot to take and the few times I have it’s been under a skirt. Normally I’ll put it on a wear it around the house under my robe or with just a tiny top as a prelude to sex, the stimulation and exposure works for me and the visuals work for him. Well, wearing it under jeans turns it up to eleven. The pearls press pretty tightly anyway and the jeans, being snug, just force those little suckers right in there.

Immediately I was like, “Oh, I’m not sure if I can do this.”

Hubby insisted and I gave in. The ride to the bar was basically me shifting in my seat trying to reduce the pressure on my clit. His goal was for me to be horny. It worked.

We get to the bar, park and walk it. Each freaking step was torture. I was so aware of my twat it wasn’t even funny. We go in, give the password and are walking to the secret door when I have a little O. I had to stop and pretend to read the titles of the books on the shelf so I could master myself. Hub knows exactly what’s going on and he’s like ‘What are you waiting for?’ Bastard.

We sit down it it’s a little better but I’m still squirming. We get drinks and I ask him if I can go in the ladies and take them off. He asks me if I’m using my safe word, which changes the dynamic of the situation. I say no, so he tells me I may not. I put away a Whisky Sour pretty quickly. He then starts talking dirty to me, telling me he’s going to bend me over the table and fuck me in front of all of these people. Bastard. We have some food, nothing major, finger food, and another drink. We go to leave and the walk to the car is torture. He’s low key laughing the whole way. We get to our car and he comes as if he’s going to open my door for me and presses into me from behind, wrapping his arm around me and pressing my crotch with his hand. I cum against the car whispering ‘bastard’ over and over while he laughs.

We make it home and I’m all over him. He tells me to get undressed except for the thong.

“I’m cold,” I whine.

“You can keep a cami on but lose the bra.”

The jeans came off first. It was a literal relief. I strip the rest of the way and he takes a couple of pictures. I wasn’t in the mood for extended posing so I nix that. I get into bed, he’s there shortly behind me, we start kissing, he touches my clit and BANG, I go off instantly, moaning and thrashing. I actually have to push him away to desensitize for a minute and then we start sixty-nine-ing and I get to get a little of my own back. I edged him a few times where he had to push me away from him or cum in my mouth (he likes to cum in my pussy or ass best) but he wins adding a vibrator to the pearls and his tongue and roaming the entirety of the real estate below my waist he sends me to the moon with a series of Os that culminates in my screaming and shaking. When I can’t take anymore and tap out, he flips me around, pushes my knees up to my ears and enters me, pounding me hard, those fucking pearls still rubbing me and I cum again, almost painfully. We’ve been with the kids for the last several weeks so there’ve not been opportunities to go wild like this, just vanilla quickies. It was nice to have a ‘nice meal’ so to speak.

Disclaimer – the photo is the thong but the photo is a few years old, not from last weekend. There IS a photo from last weekend in my images folder