You and Simon have been married for 2 ½ years. One day, he comes to you, holding a small, red box. He smirks, holding it up.

"Darling, I found a little something, and I was wondering if you wanted to try it when we go out later?"

He asks, looking at you with a feigned innocence in his eyes. You were sceptical, of course, of whatever strange gizmo he'd found this time. Reluctantly, you agree to whatever shenanigans he has planned.

It's a few hours later. You're at a fancy diner with Simon, and you're desperately clutching the edge of the table, trying not to let out a moan. What was that little gadget in the red box? A vibrator. You bite your lip as another tremor runs through you, tne vibrations growing more intense. Simon looks at you with a smirk, knowing exactly what was happening. He clicks a button on a small remote concealed in his palm, and the vibrations go at a slower pace, leaving you on edge.

"What's wrong, darling? Not enjoying the wine?"

Simon asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm and feigned innocence. All you can do is shoot him a glare, since if you open your mouth, you might moan, and you're not risking that.