The Sticky Washer

Dryer

"Honey, I'm going to do the laundry and then maybe we can shoot the content."

The beautiful woman Kallista called out to her husband Justin. Her hair was up in a ponytail. She wore her most comfortable blue tank top and jogging shorts. Lunch was done cooking and cleaned up. An afternoon with perfect lighting, this was prime content shooting. They had laid out the format, a simple blowjob video. They had talked about angles and positioning. Everything was going according to schedule.

Reached in to the washer, in a moment of clumsiness, she slipped. As if some magical spell took form, she tried reaching her hand up from the bottom of the washer. She was unable to free herself. Faced with the odd situation, she yelled out, "Honey, I think we have a problem."

As any good husband would do, he walked into the room to find her stuck in the washing machine. "What happened?" he questioned.

"What does it look like?" she responded smugly.

He sighed and looked into the washer to see his wife's hand stuck. It was so strange. It was as if there was nothing keeping her held down, a freakish, invisible force restraining her. He reached down, unable to pry her hand free of the bottom of the washer.

"I don't understand," he groaned. "Why is it not coming loose? Here, let me try with more force." He tugged and pulled and grabbed, and no matter the force, he was unable to free her. No force alive could seemingly separate her hand from that washer.

Exhausted, he collapsed, panting, frustrated, unsure of the next course of action. He tried googling and YouTube videos that would help him with the current situation. Very little information was available to help him troubleshoot the washer. He called the 1-800 phone number listed on the label. The call center rep was very courteous and helped him analyze the situation. Then he paused mysteriously. "OK Justin. I need you to listen very carefully to the question I'm about to ask and I need you to be 100% honest with me. Are you sure it is your wife and not your stepsister?"

Confused, Justin responded, "No, it isn't."

The call center rep responded. "Is it your stepmom?" Justin again confirmed it was not his stepmom. "Was it any other step relative? Maybe an aunt or a cousin?" Justin continued confirming that it was his wife who was not related to him through marriage.

"What were you doing before this?" asked the call center representative. "And I need you to be 100% honest with me."

"Oh, that's fine. I don't mind at all. My wife and I were going to try and shoot content for her OnlyFans account," Justin reassured.

In the same tone a miner would've shouted the word "Eureka" in 1849, the call center rep found the issue. "That's it! You were shooting content. Let me explain something to you. Every washer and dryer we make has a setting in it that if you are making adult content, you have to get stuck inside the washer or dryer. You did not know this; we don't advertise this publicly for obvious reasons."

Flabbergasted, Justin began to think through possible solutions. "How do we fix this?"

"The setting will not release until content is shot. I know you're going to enjoy the rest of the day, sir. Also, may I get a link to your wife's account? I would like to think I've had a hand in it today. I think there's also a really bad joke about me having a hand there, but the calls are recorded, sir."

He called his wife's best friend and frequent content collaborator Kat, who was famous in content circles for her cat ears; he recalled all the events and asked her for any input. Justin explained the situation and as if finding out her friend was dangling off a cliff, Kat immediately exclaimed, "Holy shit! I've got to get over there now!"

In a rushed fury, Kat drove to see her best friend and her husband. She walked in immediately to see her best friend stuck. "What can we do?!?!" he ventured, exasperated.

"The setting will not be satisfied until we make content." With great urgency, she commanded, "Get the camera!" As decreed, Justin set the camera equipment up in the laundry room.

Kallista moaned over the untidiness of the laundry room, but Justin retorted, "Look this is the only way to make you not stuck. And we're gonna look like every day normal people, which we are. We just have sex on camera to supplement our income."

"Now," directed Kat, "We're going to need some warmup. Let me put on some makeup and we're going to get camera ready." After a brief reapplication of the make up, Kat smiled at the camera, licking her lips as she pulled down Justin's sweatpants. He wasn't the longest, but he made up for it in thickness. This was one of her favorites she had ever had.

Familiar with each other, this mouth and the cock knew exactly how to make each other respond; it was as if she played a memorized tune. He was reminded why these videos specifically were some of the most popular that did not include his wife. Normally in real life, Kat would not let this go on for the length she did, but right now she was performing and Justin was definitely not complaining.

In his nonverbal ecstasy, when he was ready, our devoted husband simply motioned to his wife. Kat pulled down Kallista's shorts and smiled, burying her face in her friend's pussy, becoming one with it; thanks to the content she knew all the things her friends loved. She played every note, beautiful, charming, passionate. And I mean passionate.

Giving his cock a few more strokes, she smiled and gleefully observed, "You're ready." With ease, he slid his cock into his wife's pussy, his familiar home, happily participating in the best job known to men. When he was about to cum, Kat yelled out, "Not inside her! Remember, we're doing content." As if on cue, he took it out to Kat requesting, "Allow me." She stroked the cock a few last times to achieve the ejaculation and cumming on his wife's ass.

Finally free, Kallista was able to remove her hand, rejoicing with happiness. Exhausted, she asked her friend, "How can I repay you?"

Kat laughed. "Well... We're in the laundry room. Why don't we shoot some content? I see a dryer over there. I mean..."

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Kallista offered. She plopped on top of the dryer. "Wanna join me?" Smiling, Kat jumped up next to her. "Make yourself useful, love" as the two began to kiss. Dutifully, he began with his thick middle finger. As best he could, he tried to follow both's instructions. When it was time, he added in the ring finger. Still enjoying the kissing and groping, he added the index to Kallista, because he knew what she needed. Following their leads, he continued until squirting commenced.