I always enjoy seeing my wife have an orgasm, and for some reason, her having them in public places is that much more of a turn on.

Just thinking about it while typing this gets me excited. A while back, I bought her a "Pocket Rocket" vibrator, one of those small units that packs a punch. She needs something strong to climax, and nothing which was battery operated and portable had worked to date.

This little bugger was different. I asked her to dress appropriately for a restaurant, which meant a skirt or dress with no panties. This night was a black wrap skirt with thigh high stockings and a pair of nice heels. We went to a local mexican eatery which has booths with table cloths. We were seated at a booth, with my wife having her back to the main part of the restaurant.

The place was not overly crowded, which was great for what I had in mind. The only place that could possibly see us was the reception table, which was visable through a cut out in the wall. After we were done eating, I discreetly pulled out the little vibe and passed it to her, asking her to try it out. She knew that I had been wanting her to climax in public, as I had tried strap on units like the Venus Butterfly, and a couple others.

Maybe they are better now, but they didn't work then.

Anyway, she looked at the small vibe and then at me.

I smiled and said give it a try. She said "here".

I said sure, why not.

The place is not crowded, and the table cloth and your coat will hide what you're doing. "But I have to put it under my skirt and hold it" I know, I said smiling.

Don't worry, no one will notice.

Well, she asked how to turn it on, as there is no switch. Twist the top, I said, and she did. It is quiet, so it was not obtrusive when turned on. Taking a look around, she shifted in her seat, and I saw her arm move up toward her crotch. I knew she had found her personal place when her eyes became glazed. They always glaze up when she is receiving pleasure. She looked at me and tried to smile, but the pleasure turned the smile to more of a slack jawed grimace as the little bugger did it's work. "How does it feel", I asked, as if I didn't know by the look on her face. She answered with an "mmmmff".

I could tell that this thing was doing a good job, as she had never had this look with any of the other. I became rock hard when I realized that it was going to happen, she was going to climax right there in spite of herself.

While maintaining her composure for the most part, her occasional stiffening let me know that she was getting close. She was trying to keep her eyes open and look at me, but the pleasure she was feeling was getting quite strong.

Her eyes became glazed slits, and she looked at me again, stiffened, jerked, and moaned.

She was cumming! I absolutely loved the look on her face as she tried to keep quiet! She then just smiled at me with a dreamy look in her eyes. "Was that any good?", I asked sarcastically. She gave me a sideways smile and just said "unhuh". "OK", I said, "let's see if it will work again" I said. She smiled a wry smile and again it was obvious when the vibe touched her personal place. This time it didn't take long she can cum a bunch once she gets going and she came quite quickly. This time, she just kept the vibe in place and started to build to another orgasm.

She was not moving a lot, but kinda of straightening up every few seconds.

This time she had her eyes closed and was ready to explode, as I could tell by the fact that she was groaning softly. I asked again if it felt good, mainly just to get her to open here eyes so I could see her pleasure. She opened her eyes as much as she could and started to cum hard. As she looked at me and moaned, the waiter suddenly appeared asking if we needed anything else.

I don't think he noticed as he never got all the way to the table, but she was right in the middle of a very strong climax at that point, which she could not stop. I think it may actually have intensified her orgasm, though she won't admit that. Since then, the "Pocket Rocket" has been used on several occasions. However, I always wanted a remote control device. I tried one of the remote control eggs which came out a couple years back. It was essentially useless, with a range of about one foot. When the remote control vibrating panties came out a short time later, I thought they looked good, but would not work either. I came across a web site about a year ago which said that these were much improved. I stopped at a local store, where the clerk demonstrated a range of about 30 feet a least.

I bought them on the spot. A few days latter, I asked my wife to wear her new panties. We were headed out shopping and to eat.

The first time I turned them on she jumped with a "woo" and squealed.

This would be interesting, I thought. I turned them on again in the car, and she jumped again. I said "you'll need to control that" with a laugh. By the glazed look in her eyes, I thought that these might be strong enough. We were walking through the store, and she stopped to look at some dresses. The store was not crowded, so I hit the remote again. "Oooo" she said, toning down the reaction to having the buzzer turn on. She looked at a few more dresses, while I kept my eye on her.

When she stopped moving for a moment and went "ummm", I thought this just might work. She glanced around the store and then grabbed onto the dress rack while pushing out her pelvis. Her eyes closed, she groaned, and damn if she didn't cum! Her ankles wobbled in her heels and her knees gave out as she caught herself on the clothing rack. She looked at me and said "satisfied"? I just smiled and said, "are you"? Knowing one is never enough, I left the remote on. She looked at me and called me some dirty word which I forget now, and started into her second climax, uttering a breathy "you bastard" as her knees gave out again.

I turned the unit off, and she resumed looking at clothes while I tried to conceal the major hard on I had. I would then give her bursts of about 10 seconds on, 10 seconds off, which, by the look on her face, was keeping her on the edge. Finally, in the shoe department, I turned it on just as she was slipping into a pair of new black high heel sandals. This time I left it on, and she came in those shoes for the first, but not last, time. These are true stories which, infortunately, happened a while back. Unfortunately, she has lost interest as of late. Also unfortunately, I haven't, and want badly to experience this again.