My wife Christie and I used to own an old pull-out couch from when I was single. It was a horrid blue, and not very comfortable, and Christie really hated it. The one redeeming feature was that when you pulled it out to make a bed, but took off the thin mattress pad, it left a wire frame with square holes about 10 inches across. Christie and I discovered that if I lay on the frame, my manhood would fit through the openings and hang down, where she could quite easily suck on it if she lay beneath the frame. She liked that I wasn't weighing down on her and I loved the feeling of her sensuous mouth sucking on my hard member until I exploded down her waiting throat.
Well, her hatred for the ugly couch finally won out when our friend Carmel needed an extra bed for her new place. So, we loaded it up in the back of my trusty truck and drove it down to Carmel's place in Sacramento. Carmel is an attractive woman who we both became friends with when she lived on the base with us. She subsequently got divorced and had to live in another spot, which is why she needed our couch.
When we got down to Sac, we unloaded the couch for Carmel and helped her move it into her spare room. Once she got it where she wanted it, she approached us saying, "Hey guys, I like to thank you by taking you out to lunch if you are agreeable. However, I have a hair appointment. If you can wait about an hour until I'm done, I'll take you then. You can just stay here if you like."
Consulting with my lovely wife, we realized we had nowhere to be, and liking Carmel's company, agreed wholeheartedly. Happy that we took her up on her offer, Carmel left us alone and set out to have her hair done.
"So what do you want to do while we wait?" my beauty asked me with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Well dear," I replied mischievously, "you know after today we'll never have the couch again. Can we use it one more time... you know 'use it', for old time's sake." I was already growing hard with the thought of Christie's talented mouth sucking on me.
"Okay, but you'll owe me one," she told me. Christie has always liked the way I can make her cum by using my mouth on her soft mound, and will often give me a great blow job if she knows I'll owe her one. Then, taking me by the hand, she led me back to the spare room. "Remove your clothes now dearest," she told me while going to the closet.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I quickly removed my clothing. Christie was rummaging around in the closet now going though some drawers and looked over her shoulder at me. "Oh no, that won't do," she sighed looking at me.
"What?"
"You have to remove your socks if you expect me to go along with this," she explained pointing to my feet. Noticing that I had indeed forgotten to pull of my socks, I quickly complied until I was standing in the room buck naked in all my glory.
Satisfied, Christie smiled and said, "Now assume the position tough guy!"
I gingerly lay myself across the hard metal frame of the bed after opening up the couch and removing the mattress pad. I had to move carefully to avoid hurting myself. When I was far enough up, I braced my feet against the bottom part of the frame and positioned my penis between the wires. Lowering myself fully, I felt the cold frame hold up my flesh, the cold metal exciting my skin, my expectations growing. I could see my erection pointing down beneath the frame. I was imagining the sight of my beautiful wife, her soft lips wrapped around my shaft, gently sucking me off as I climaxed, trembling on the bed frame.
Christie came back to the frame and said, "Well, well... that's a good start, but I think we need one more thing to make it more interesting." So saying, she produced what she found in the closet, a bunch of Carmel's scarves. Not immediately knowing what she was referring to, I was perplexed.
Christie then took my left hand in hers. She kissed my fingers and then stretched my wrist out away from my body fastening it to the bed frame with a scarf.
"Oh, that's what you mean," I said, "and why, pray tell are you doing this?"
"I know you, and you tend to jump around too much when I'm doing this." She explained. This way I won't have to fight to keep you where I want you. You don't mind, do you?"
"Well, I suppose not," I said, little knowing what was to come.
My scheming wife then stretched my right hand far above my body pulling my torso tight and also tied my wrist down. She then proceeded to do the same to both my ankles until I was stretched in a spread-eagle across the frame, totally at her mercy. Then, to my surprise she also tied one last long scarf around my neck effectively keeping my head from moving more than a little bit in any direction.
I was feeling very vulnerable and slightly apprehensive, but trusted my wife implicitly. When she leaned over and slowly ran her delicate hands across my back, down to my rear and gave it a pinch, I jumped.
"See," she chuckled, "I needed all those scarves just to keep you under control. Not that you seem to be minding it." This last statement was caused by her peaking under the frame to look at my dick, which after her touch had stared to get long and hard.
Just then, before she could begin, we heard a car door slam. Looking outside Christie exclaimed, "It's Carmel!"
"Damn!" I exclaimed, "What is she doing back so soon? Let me out of these scarves and go stall her."
"I'll have to stop her first, she's already coming inside." Christie said and left in a hurry, closing the door behind her.
There I was, trapped on the bed frame, naked and helpless. I tried to escape my predicament, but Christie had done too good a job on her knots, thus preventing my escape. I heard the ladies talking in the front room, and wondered what was taking so long. All she had to do was make up some story and come back to untie me. After an agonizing five minutes I heard footsteps and the door open up.
"Well love, I think we have a slight change in plans," said Christie. "Carmel's beautician canceled her appointment, so that's why she got back so soon. Not to worry though, I told her that you were, 'all tied up'."
