Great Idea

When my worthless husband lost yet another job, and things looked bleak finiancially, I decided to put him to work, at the same time I enabled his obsessive addiction to being kept in a rubber bag, as long and often as I was willing to put up with. The saving grace for me, was he was a fucking MACHINE when confined like this, his eight inches protruding from the bag at a zippered opening...he was tireless, and I got off easily, although I gradually got fed-up fucking an olive-drab rubber-lined bag, even if it worked pretty well...

Anyway, I began advertising the inexpensive rental of him, like that, by the hour, day, week, or month, to anyone, of any gender, age, weight appearance or race, and was overwhelmed by the number of replies, mainly from older males... cutting to the chase, it's been a year now, and I've been able to pay off the mortgage, and live comfortably, while enabling his obsession, to the point of possible 'aversion therapy'...I stopped loving him a long time ago, and now he's just an asset to be exploited and put to use, pragmatically, fulfilling a need, apparently...