It's that time of year again and our pal Pat is visiting again. After he arrived and unpacked, he brought in to the kitchen the usual kit - tea bags, other bits and bobs you can't get on a Greek island and, finally, a wrapped gift for my wife, (B). She opened it and we discovered a remote-control love egg. He's always bringing here gifts, but they're usually clothing, underwear, etc, so this was a bit of a surprise. I was quite intrigued to see what, if anything, she would do with it, but as it was now in the early hours of the morning, we all retired to our own beds, the egg remaining in its packaging. The following morning, B made no mention of the gift and we arranged to go out for a bit of sightseeing. An hour or so later, we sat in a very busy cafe by the harbour and whilst the waiter was taking our orders, B placed my hand under her skirt and on her pants. They were vibrating! I told her I hadn't been aware that she'd inserted the egg, nor had I seen her switch it on. She just laughed and told me it had been in place all morning and pointed to Pat's hand - he had the remote and was operating it, exciting my wife's pussy, up till now without my knowledge. It's quite difficult to hide an erection in a pair of shorts, so I had to say seated for several minutes, while they wandered off along the harbour. I'd have sworn I could hear the egg buzzing, or maybe it was wishful thinking! For the rest of the day we did the tourist thing, and, so I'm told, Pat repeatedly kept operating the device. When we got back into the car, B climbed in the back and as we were setting off, took off her pants and showed them to me. Needless to say they were more than a bit damp. I thought I was getting lucky when she said they were not for me, but for Pat as he had given her several orgasms and the pants were part of his reward. She asked Pat to get in the back with her and told me to get driving. We've got another 3 weeks to go. I'd better buy some batteries.