## Sam McGuire Getting It Up (M/F)

Post by LordNelson » Sat Jan 04, 2014 2:53 pm

This story is the conclusion of a four part story called Mother's Little Helper in the Fictional TUG's forum.
In his spare time Sam McQuire is an amateur inventor. He has never made any money from his inventions and as far as that goes not many have actually worked but he keeps trying. His kids, Lizzie and Matt, aren’t very supportive; they find it embarrassing when he blows himself up. His wife Joanne pretends to find his hobby interesting but secretly wishes he would stop before he hurts himself. One thing all three of them find particularly annoying is his scientific approach to analysing everything.
Today he is about to run the final tests on his latest invention. It’s a gizmo that opens wine bottles using suction. When he told Joanne about it she thought it was a good idea but when he told her that he wanted to call it “The Cork Sucker” she suggested that he rethink the name.
Everything in his garage workshop was ready; all that was missing was his video camera to record the test. He had loaned it to Matt. He went up to Matt’s room. He wasn’t in but Sam found the camera on his desk.
When he got back to the garage he noticed that there was only 60% of the memory available. Matt had forgotten to erase the project he had recorded for school a few days ago. He decided that he had better save a copy just in case Matt hadn’t. He connected it to his computer and pressed the play button.
Matt’s face filled the monitor. In his deepest announcer voice he said ‘Crime study homework assignment. Today’s subject is kidnapping.’ The camera turned around. Sam couldn’t believe what he saw. His wife Joanne was hog tied and gagged on Matt’s bed. His heart filled with pride to think that his wife was willing to go to such great lengths to help her son with his homework.
Matt’s voice instructed her that she had five minutes to try to get free. Sam thought that was reasonable. The odds of escape go down significantly after the first three minutes and after four it’s less than a 5% possibility according to his quick mental calculations. She turned and glared into the camera. He knew that look. She was furious. Sam didn’t understand why she would be so upset; anything longer than that would be a waste of time.
Her face instantly softened and she began to struggle. He thought “thank goodness; now she’s getting into the spirit of this.” He was amused at her efforts. There didn’t seem to be any organized pattern to her exertions; it just appeared to be a series of random twists and turns. After a minute or so he re-evaluated his reaction. What had first been amusement was now becoming arousal.
Her attempts to rectify her predicament were becoming quite stimulating and he found that his pants were getting tight. She really was looking quite sexy in a damsel-in-distress kind of way. Then the top button of her blouse lost its structural integrity. And then another and another. Soon it was open to her waist showing her belly button. When she twisted to the left her right boob peeked out. When she twisted to the right her left boob peeked out. He analysed the effect this was having on him. He had seen her breasts thousands of times but these tantalizing glimpses of her bosom clad in a lacy black brassiere were more erotic than full nudity.
Then he realized, scientific thinking aside, that Matt was recording this. How traumatic it must have been for him. He was relieved when she rolled face down sparing her young son any further stress. He would have been quite shocked had he only known how Matt really felt.
When the five minutes ended Matt untied her as planned. She sat up and once again her bosom made an appearance. She quickly rectified the situation. Matt’s voice could be heard making the very reasonable decision to not use the video in his project. Quite mature of him Sam thought.
Sam assumed that since the five minute experiment had been a failure Matt must have meant to delete the video but for some reason had forgotten. He highlighted the file and pressed the delete button. When the computer asked him to confirm he hesitated a moment and then double clicked the file. He watched it again; and again and again. Forgetting all about testing his new invention he picked up a pencil and his engineering pad. He knew what his next project was going to be and he began to make notes.
The next day Sam began his latest experiment. Step one was to call Miranda’s mother and ask her if Lizzie could sleep over on Friday night so that he could surprise his wife with a night alone. He also asked if they could let her think it was Miranda’s idea so that Lizzie wouldn’t be suspicious. They agreed. Step two was to call Lanny’s mother and make the same arrangements for Matt.
Step three was to make sure that all the necessary apparatus was set up in the garage. Step four took place at bedtime. Once under the covers he informed Joanne that both children had been invited for sleep-overs and that they had an evening for themselves. He asked her if she was up for a surprise. From past experience she knew that his surprises usually end with a visit from the fire department or a trip to the emergency room but she gave him the benefit of the doubt and said yes. His last comment was a request. He asked her to wear her “Special K” outfit. It was their little joke. Her silky red blouse and black skirt looked like the outfit that the woman wore in the commercials for Special K cereal. She agreed to wear it.
When he arrived home from work on Friday Joanne was still at the salon getting her hair done for their special evening. He took advantage of the time to double check all his preparations. When she got home she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and went to their room to get ready. Twenty minutes later she emerged looking sensational.
As always the silky blouse clung to her body like a second skin. The snug black skirt flowed over the curve of her hips. As he expected she wore black stockings and a wickedly sexy pair of black T-strap pumps with three inch heels. She was quite predictable and this outfit never varied. He knew that when he ask her to wear it.
She picked up her purse and walked towards the front door expecting that the evening would start with dinner at a restaurant. He took by the arm and turned her around. Placing her purse back on the table he told her that he had a surprise for her in the garage. She almost groaned out loud. If his idea of a special evening was another of his crazy inventions she was going to go for dinner out by herself.
At the garage door he produced a red scarf and proceeded to blindfold her. She was taken off guard but found it romantic. He guided her into the garage until she was standing in the center of his workshop area. She couldn’t see it but in front of her on the floor was an air mattress from their camping gear.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them. The silk material felt good on his fingertips but it felt even better when he worked his way over to her bare neck. She tipped her head forward and he worked his thumbs on her spine. He leaned forward and began to kiss her neck while moving his hands back to her shoulders. Then he rubbed her arms up and down gradually moving his hands lower and lower.
He was nibbling on her earlobe when his hands reached her wrists. He gently pulled them behind her back. Holding them together with one hand he took a rope from his pocket. He had her tied and cinched before she realized what was happening.
‘Sam McGuire’ she exclaimed ‘just what do you think you’re doing?’ He told her that he had seen Matt’s video and the effect that it had on him. He explained that he wanted to recreate the moment to try and feel that way again. She thought about what he had said. Their sex life was okay, maybe even good, but it could never have been described as exciting. Sam was far too methodical to be adventurous and she never in her wildest dreams had imagined him getting kinky. Her response was ‘Go for it.’
He tied her elbows and then helped her to lie down. Next the ankles, then the knees followed by the hog tie. He gave her one last kiss on the lips and applied the duct tape. Now the plan was to make a video and then get her up to the bedroom. A variable he hadn’t considered in his planning was his erection. He could barely walk and he knew that if he didn’t do something soon he was likely to finish without her.
He evaluated all of the parameters and determined that he could not partake of her pleasures with her bound like this. He had to modify the procedure without altering the reaction that was taking place or else it could alter the conclusion.
He gave it some thought. From a biological perspective the condition of his penis indicated that everything was functioning. The physics was rather fundamental. Mathematics was of no help and any electronic assistance would take too long to assemble. He knew there had to be a branch of the sciences that could solve this dilemma but he couldn’t think of it.
Then he remembered what an arrogant mechanics professor had said to his class in college. “Any problem, no matter what field of science, can be solved with the application of mechanics.” He determined that the problem was that he had to keep her tied up and yet get her into a position that allowed coitus. Sam put on his mechanical thinking cap and in moment he had the solution. Sam quickly assembled the apparatus he needed.
He asked Joanne to be patient as he untied the hog tie and then rolled her over onto her back. He untied her ankles and knees. He reused the ropes to tie her feet to the ends of the handle he had removed from his shop broom. He legs were spread as wide as they could go. He dropped his pants and knelt down between her legs. When he went to get intimate he encountered glitch #1 and had to untie her. He removed her shoes, stockings and panties and then retied her feet. She was quite confused at this point but was unable to voice her concerns.
Then he found glitch #2. The handle was in the way and interfered with his approach. He hung a small electric hoist from the rafter above her and lowered the hook. He attached the hook to the handle and pressed the UP button. Her feet lifted into the air. The hum of the motor and the sudden movement of her legs had Joanne worried. As much as she was enjoying his unconventional methods she knew that Sam and power tools often didn’t get along.
He stopped the hoist at what he had calculated to be the optimum elevation; just before her bum lifted off the mattress. He crawled under the handle and up between her legs. He kept the remote for the hoist in his hand in case he needed to readjust her position. Now it was time to bring this project to a satisfactory conclusion.
He probed with his finger to ensure that the amount of lubrication was adequate. She hated this part but if she asked him to stop the explanation of its necessity usually lasted long enough that they both lost the mood. When he was satisfied that there would be minimal friction he entered her cautiously. He always greatly overestimated the size of his manhood and was careful to “break her in slowly”. She could only imagine what it would be like if he really was that big.
Up until now he had followed his SOP (Standard Operating Procedures) but now he encountered an unforeseen vector that altered his course. Her bound condition had aroused him to the point where he lost control; which for him was unfamiliar territory. He held her close and began to pump furiously. She found that being unable to respond; either physically or verbally intensified her pleasure. Between the two of them the experiment spiralled out of control.
He held on tight riding her liking a bucking horse not realizing that glitch #3 was taking place. He was pressing on the UP button. Consumed by unbridled passion they didn’t notice as they slowly lifted into the air. When her back lifted off of the mattress she realized what was happening and began to mmph at him through the gag. He was oblivious to her and they continued to rise. Just as her head was all that was in contact with the ground he finally blew his load. In spite of her state of panic she came at the same time.
When the hoist reached its safety limit and stopped they were dangling completely upside down embracing in the afterglow. The glow didn’t last long as the blood rushed to their heads. He recovered enough to start lowering them. By the time they were down he had been pressing the button so hard that he got a cramp. His thumb began to spasm and it twitched between the two buttons several times. The hoist rapidly jerked up and down. She moaned loudly. He could tell by the pitch that this was not a moan of pain or distress. It was a moan of pleasure. He tested his theory by operating the buttons again.
Not only did it create a desirable response from her but it also produced similar reactions for him. They both had several orgasms before the hoist blew a fuse. He apologized for all that went wrong but she assured him that as far as she was concerned it was one of his best experiments yet. They spent the rest of the evening in the garage running more trials and collecting data. When morning came they were still on the air mattress and she was still tied up.
They managed to get showered and have breakfast just before the kids returned home.