BRB

"I'll be right back," Diane said as she patted her husband knee.

As his wife left, he went into a panic mode. "No. Diane . . . Diane! Don't leave me unattended again! Please . . . PLEASE!"

He would have screamed more, but the machine was rapidly bringing him to another ejaculation. With bucking hips and soft groans, he fired off inside that snug, soft sleeve.

His orgasm was just subsiding when his wife returned with her smart phone. Plopping back down on the edge of their bed, she said, "Iris will be sooo jealous."

"Wh-what?" her husband asked, trying to focus on what his wife was saying while the machine was slowly, sensually stroking his shaft. "You're not taking pictures of this, are you?"

"Hush," she shushed him as she snapped off several shots. "I'm not getting your face in any of them."

"But . . . But Iris will know it is me," he protested. "That'll be so humiliating the next time I am around her. She'll know that . . . that . . . That I've been milked by a machine."

"Milked by a machine and loving it," Diane teased.

"And loving it," he confessed, his head lolling to one side and his mouth hanging open. He sat there perfectly still, surrendering himself to the pleasure of being jerked off. Again. When his wife finally released him, he knew that he would sleep like a log. With empty nuts and a drained dick. Deliciously drained. Despite the ordeal of having to ejaculate over and over again without a break, this afternoon had been unbelievably satisfying.

But still. Iris and her husband were close friends of his and Diane's. Knowing that she knew he had been pleasured by . . . by a machine . . . would just be so embarrassing.

"But . . . But do you have to send her pictures?" he fretted.

"Oh, stop being such a baby or I'll take a face shot and post it on social media."