Bill’s actions hadn’t gone unnoticed. Locking himself up and leaving the key on the bedroom dresser became a daily thing. Every time Ann saw it, she would pause to remember the day at the hotel. The memory made her think of how uncharacteristically she had acted, but she also wondered why it felt particularly apt.

Ann pondered whether it was just a one-time thing or if Bill was secretly arranging more. Unforeseen fantasies played in her mind and made her question her conscience. But, she couldn’t question the way those thoughts made her sensuality come to life.

Standing in the bedroom with these thoughts caused her to consider a little masturbation. Ann hadn’t done that in a long time, as she felt she had gotten too old for such a thing. Brushing the thought off as silliness, she headed down to the kitchen for her morning coffee.

Ann sat on the couch and sipped her coffee while Bill fiddled with changing batteries in the TV remote. Bill asked, “Anything you need today?”

Ann took another sip of her coffee. Her legs were folded to the side as she leaned against the couch's armrest and looked at Bill. Bill took a moment to notice Ann hadn’t replied, but was staring at him. He quizically asked, “What?”

Ann asked, “Are you wearing that device?”

Bill looked down his body and then replied, “Yes.”

Ann felt a strange desire. She wanted to tease him, and weirdly, she wanted to lovingly humiliate him. Ann said, “Take your clothes off."

Bill questioned, “Right now?”

His resistance made Ann feel giddy. Firmly, she replied, “Yes, right now.”

Bill stripped himself of his clothing. Standing there once again in front of his wife, wearing only the shiny metal cage. Ann looked at his apparatus. There was something about it that, after more than thirty-five years of marriage, felt acceptable and normative. Ann looked up at her husband and said, “I think I’d like you to vacuum.”

Again, Bill questioned, “Right now?”

And again Ann firmly replied, “Yes, right now.”

To Ann, it felt a bit like a game. Would he or wouldn’t he? Bill found the vacuum, plugged it in, and began vacuuming the carpet. Ann watched with enjoyment. She sipped her coffee as Bill vacuumed. The more he vacuumed, the more Ann found herself thinking that watching him do chores like this was kind of sexy. This was something she had never even remotely considered until this moment. Once Bill had finished vacuuming, Ann quickly found another task. She politely said, “If you wouldn’t mind, please grab the laundry that needs folding.” 

Bill grabbed the basket of clothes and, standing there, began folding each piece as he took it from the basket. As Ann watched him, she couldn’t deny the tingling between her legs. After a few minutes, she got up from the couch and stepped behind Bill. Her hand lovingly caressed his shoulder. Bill set down the piece of clothing he was folding and turned around.

Ann placed her hands on his bare chest. The look of desire in her eyes matched the feeling between her legs. Bill placed his hands on her hips and kissed her. Their lips locked in a long kiss. Ann’s hand slid down and found her husband’s caged cock. She held it and then cupped his balls. Ann fondled his balls and cage for a moment, then her hand took hold of his.

Ann led Bill’s hand down, past the waistband of her pajamas. She let out a moan when his fingers found the fold of her wet pussy. Ann could feel a deep itch needing to be scratched. The warm wetness of Ann’s pussy on his fingers had Bill’s cock swelling inside the cage. 

Bill quickly realized the effect of teasing himself by wearing the cage every day. There was a feeling in his balls that sent not only pleasure, but also compulsion. Bill needed to feel his pleasure through his wife's. His fingers slid between her folds and went to work. 

When Bill’s fingers slid into her hole, Ann gripped her husband's arm, ensuring it stayed in place. A wave of pleasure ran through her body. Her knees bent as she tried pressing her clit into her husband’s palm while his fingers thrust back and forth inside her. Feeling her own wetness added to the euphoric pleasure drifting through her body.

Ann held her breath, gripping Bill’s arm as a warmth consumed her. The walls of her pussy began squeezing against his fingers. Her eyelids squeezed together, then opened wide. A long, low moan escaped her lips as the orgasm sent her mind swirling. Bill’s hand slipped from her pajama bottoms as Ann leaned back against the wall to catch her bearings. 

Remembering where the key was, Bill quickly made his way up the stairs and back down. Reaching his wife, he unlocked the cage and let it fall to the floor. His cock immediately grew. Ann could see the desperation in his eyes. She stepped to her husband and took his cock in her hand. Her body pressed close to his, and her face against his chest. She began stroking him.

Ann could feel Bill’s heart beating against her cheek as each stroke made him moan. His cock was hard, harder than she had ever remembered. Each moan gave her a satisfaction she was unfamiliar with. Ann wanted to keep stroking and hear every moan. 

Bill felt like puddy in her hands. Each electrifying stroke sent sparks through his body. His wife had his cock straining. His mind was begging to hold on, but his body was begging for release. Bill’s moans became broken as the tingling in his balls reached the point of no return. Bill began shooting ropes of cum. Ann felt the pulsing in his cock as it exploded, giving her immense satisfaction. 

Ann released her husband’s cock from her hand. She didn’t want to let on how proud she was of what she had just done, but internally, she felt the glow of it. Bill sat down on the near couch, still basking in the gratification of his intense orgasm. 

Then a shift occurred. The build-up was over. Secretly, he had spent days locking his cock in the cage, fueled by the memory of his wife and the masseur. It was one of the best orgasms he could remember, yet as the sensation faded, a sense of perplexity took its place. Ann asked, “Got something on your mind?”

Bill confessed to Ann exactly what he had been thinking and doing. Ann’s expression never wavered as she listened. When Bill was done, Ann said, “I hope you remember we have a lunch date with the HOA group today.”

Bill replied, “No, I didn’t forget.”

Ann bent down. She picked up the shiny cage from the floor. Holding it out to her husband, she said, “Then you’d better get this back on and start getting ready.”

Bill chuckled and asked, “You're not serious?”

Ann, still expressionless, replied, “I’ve never been more serious.”

Bill put himself back in confinement, then the two got themselves ready for the approaching lunch date.