Diane Goes Home

Diane pulled into her driveway, parking her car next to her husband's. Although they had a two-car garage, they never parked inside. Years ago, she allowed her husband to convert it into a workshop. Carpentry was his passion, although, of course, he could do minor plumbing and electrical work. Entering through the garage, she noticed that the center of the space was empty. Excitedly, she ran into the house, calling out her husband's name.

As she expected, he was in their bedroom with the item he had been working on for the past few days. It was a three-legged chair. The seat was a triangle, with two legs in front and a third leg, that also served as the back, in the rear of the chair. The third leg/back extended up four feet past the seat. On the top of that leg was a perpendicular beam with eye-bolts on the ends.

"Oh, honey!" she gushed and kissed him on his cheek, "It is beautiful!"

Her husband merely shrugged. It was actually a ridiculously simple, crudely made structure.

"Now we can finally use our new toy," she hurried over to one of their closets and pulled out a cardboard box from Amazon. "Take off your clothes and let's get started."

"Now?" he questioned, not at all looking forward to what was coming. "I haven't taken a shower yet."

"You can do that later," she made a dismissive wave as she extracted the item from inside the box, placing it on the edge of their bed. With a sigh of resignation, her husband began shucking off his clothes. "Come on, come on," she said impatiently, "Hurry up!"

As her husband stripped down, Diane scurried to a chest of drawers and took out several 'goodies'.

Once he was fully naked and sitting on the chair, his feet on the outsides of the front legs, Diane knelt down beside him. She wrapped Ace bandages several times around his ankles and the chair legs. Then she stood up and attached one end of a set of hand-cuffs to an eyebolt and the other cuff to her husband's wrist. She did the same with his other hand, then stood back admiring the position that he was now bound in.

After a few moments, Diane sat down on the side of the bed, next to the apparatus from Amazon. The contraption was a variable-speed electric-motor connected to a cam-and-crank that converted rotary motion to reciprocating motion.

Attached to the end of the crankshaft was basically a flesh light. Diane reached out to grab her husband's flaccid cock. Leaning forward to kiss him deeply, her tongue probing his mouth, she fondled his member, caressing it and petting it. Soon she had coaxed him into an erection.

"Ready, honey?" she asked, pulling the device closer to his now erect cock and slipping the opening of the tube over his erection. Reaching behind her, she picked up one of those empty spray bottles sold in variety stores. She had filled this one with baby oil. Holding the nozzle close to the pink rubber sleeve, she gave the trigger several squeezes, coating his dick with a fine mist of lubricant.

Then she turned on the machine.

"Oh . . ." her husband gasped. "Oh . . . Oh . . ."

"Feel good?" she grinned up at him. The poor man was unable to speak. The sensations were overwhelming. As the humming machine moved back-and-forth, back-and-forth, back-and-forth, Diane carefully sprayed down her husband's shaft. Keeping it well lubricated as the machine jerked him off.