Barbara almost had it; just a few more strokes and she’d be there.  She was sitting on the commode in her bathroom, her legs akimbo, furiously masturbating.  It started, and she slipped two fingers inside herself and squeezed her legs together humping her hand until she climaxed.  ‘Mmmmm.’ She murmured to herself.

‘I should get a dildo, a really big one, like I see on the Internet.  That drunk I am married to is worthless, at least you can depend on a on a dildo.’  Her husband had come home drunk, a not unusual occurrence for him. ‘At least he didn’t try to paw me tonight, smelling of beer, and who knows what else, there has got to be something better than this.’  Barbara glance down at her jeans, and there protruding from her back pocket were two large rubber bands, she had put them in the pocket when she was planting onion sets earlier that day.  Growing up on a farm she had watched with excitement as her father would place rubber bands on the scrotum of bull calves he planned to raise as beef. ‘Gee, my dad used to fix the bull calves with rubber bands just like these, I wonder?  Yes, that old fool won’t wake up, and I can be free of him and his drunkin ways.’

Barbara pulled up her jeans and walked into the bedroom, where her husband was passed out still in his work clothes.  ‘No need to be careful about noise with him, a marching band playing in this room wouldn’t waken him, the old drunk.’  She opened his trousers and pulled her husbands cock and balls free.  Then she proceeded to wrap the rubber bands around his balls, one turn, two turns, three turns, and four seemed to do it very nicely.  ‘You miserable chicken shit son of a bitch, you got a hard-on, your too drunk to know what’s going on.  Well won’t you be surprised in the morning.  Sleep tight.’