Bill rang the doorbell. The president of the HOA opened the door, welcoming Bill and Ann in. It had been a year since the last meeting. Bill and Ann saw plenty of familiar neighborhood faces, along with a few new faces. As in every year, it was more of a social event filled with neighborhood gossip than a meeting with amendments and budgets.

The two made their way through the house filled with residents, making polite conversation. While Ann chatted with some of the other wives, Bill found a conversation near the kitchen. After some time apart, Ann went looking for her husband. She found Bill talking with a good-looking, unfamiliar man. 

Ann approached and introduced herself. The man reached out his hand to Ann. As Ann shook his hand, he held it longer than anticipated for a simple handshake. Ann took note of how he stared into her eyes as he spoke. Ann looked at Bill, who was staring off into other parts of the house. 

Something dawned on Ann, and she squinted her eyes. She had never seen this man before, and her husband was acting strangely. Was he trying to set her up for something? She thought actions like this, so soon, were brazen and, in this setting, were awkward.

Ann decided that maybe a little flirting in front of all the neighbors might give Bill a little lesson. She turned her attention to the man and began asking questions. Bill slowly made his way across the room and joined in another conversation. In no time, the man and Ann were joking as Ann made sure she touched his arm and hand often. 

As Bill was talking with one of the guests, a familiar face approached him. It was one of the neighbors from a few blocks away. He joined in the conversation with Bill, but soon motioned towards Ann and asked, “Is that an old friend of your wife’s? They sure seem chummy.”

Bill replied, “No, he’s some new guy that bought a house in the neighborhood. I guess he just moved in from another state, but he seems really nice, and Ann’s just trying to be welcoming.”

As the event went on, Bill found himself gazing in his wife's direction often. Ann’s flirting became more obvious, causing Bill a jealous, but excited feeling. To Bill, his wife looked so relaxed and comfortable, enjoying the moment. The worry of someone else noticing his wife’s fixation on this man began to create some anxiety.   

The man and Ann sat down at the kitchen table. Ann found the man more charming than anticipated. Though she wanted to teach her husband a lesson for assuming she would so willingly fall for his game again, the attention and flirting gave her butterflies. The two continued their talk and their flirting. 

The guest speaking to Bill continued talking, but Bill couldn’t stop envisioning another episode like the one with the masseur. His mind drifted into sexual thoughts, then he felt the constriction hidden inside his pants. His arousal turned to concerned reflection as he questioned why he wanted this. 

He thought about the erotic torment of hearing his wife moan while the desire in his loins was restricted. He thought about the glow she had the next day as she described to him what had transpired. His neighbor’s voice roused Bill from his trance when he asked, “Bill, are you okay?”

Bill quickly responded, “Yes, yes, I am. Sorry about that, I was just thinking I left the garage door open.”

The man chuckled and replied, “I do that sometimes, too. Luckily, nothing to worry about in this neighborhood.”

After a while, Bill approached Ann and the man. The man looked up at him and said, “Hey, we thought you went missing.”

 Bill replied, “No, no, just mingling a bit.”

Ann looked up at Bill and startled him when she asked, “Did my husband tell you about his new device?”

Bewildered, the man looked at Bill and replied, “Uh, no, are you an inventor?”

Ann interrupted, “Maybe he will show it to you sometime.”

Bill became flushed as he tried to hide any sign of embarrassment. Bill chimed in, “I was thinking it may be about time to head home.”

Ann squinted her eyes at him. She wanted Bill to squirm for trying to set her up, but agreed it was time to go. Ann stood up to say goodbye. The man did the same. Ann took one last opportunity to inflict a little retribution on her husband and gave the man a long hug before saying goodbye.

The ride back home consisted of Bill whistling a song while Ann stared out the window. Once inside their home, Ann set down her purse and asked, “So you think you're cute?”

Bill responded, “Cute about what?”

Ann replied, “Don’t try to play dumb.”

Bill asked, “Play dumb about what?”

Ann answered, “You think you can send in a handsome man and set me up? You think I will just have sex with anyone?”

Bill laughed and then replied, “I hate to tell you this, but I never met that man before in my life.”

Ann grinned and said, “Yeah, right.”

Bill reiterated, “Honestly, Ann, I have no idea who he was.”

Ann became concerned as she said, “And you just sat there and watched while he flirted with me?”

Bill responded, “It looked like you were doing plenty of flirting yourself.”

Ann’s face became focused. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

Bill was slightly grinning and said, “Actually, I did. Are you going to tell me you weren't enjoying it too?”

Ann squinted her eyes at him. She turned her back and said, “Well, it’s too bad you're locked up in that cage.”

Bill knew right then that the flirting, or something, had turned his wife on. Then his wife did something he never expected. Ann slid her hands under her sundress and pulled off her panties. Without a word being said, she sat on the nearest table and spread her legs. 

Bill’s focus went to her neatly trimmed pubic hair, then down to her soft, folded pussy lips. Ann had that expressionless look on her face that Bill knew well. Her look blurred risk, dare, and acquiescence. Ann stared at him as he pulled the key from his pocket. Bill unlocked his cock and let the cage fall to the floor. 

Bill pulled and stroked his cock while looking between his wife’s legs. His cock quickly hardened in his hand. Ann could see the hunger fill his eyes. She slid off the table. Ann turned around and rested her upper body on the table, setting her legs apart. It only took a few seconds, and she felt the bottom of her sundress being lifted onto her back.

With his cock in hand, Bill positioned it at his wife's opening. Bill pushed in to find his wife’s pussy soaking wet. His mind swirled with pleasure. He couldn’t remember ever feeling Ann’s pussy as wet as it was at that moment. Bill began fucking Ann, burying his cock inside with each thrust. 

The warm wetness of his wife’s pussy had Bill floating. As he fucked Ann, the thoughts filled him, and he blurted out, “What was his name?”

Ann waited. She wasn’t sure she should say it. Her mind drifted to the man at the lunch party, and she replied, “David.”

Bill wanted more. He taunted Ann, “Say it, say you want David to fuck you like I am right now.”

Ann was silent. Bill sensed Ann needed coaxing. He continued, “I want David to fuck you. I want him to make you cum.”

Ann still didn’t reply, but the wetness and ease with which she accepted her husband's cock had Bill feeling like his words were having an effect. Bill couldn’t stop there. He taunted more, “I could tell he wants to fuck you. Will you let him fuck you if I’m stuck in my cage?”

Ann’s word came out in a long exhale, “Yessss.”

Letting it out did something to Ann. It wasn’t a weight off her shoulders. It was a lift to her soul. It wasn’t just the thought of David taking her. It was the visual of David taking her, along with her husband watching in awe. It was the visual of Bill standing there with his restrained manhood, resigned to and inviting another man to lead her into sexual bliss.

Ann was still lost in the visuals when she heard Bill grunt loudly. Normally, as she had done in the past, Ann would have accepted the lack of having an orgasm as doing her marital duties. But this time it meant something different. 

Ann could understand the rush that filled her husband's body from Bill’s feeling of being brought to a sexual height, then being denied satisfaction. Having her husband fuck her soaked pussy, along with the mental stimulation she was experiencing, and not getting the orgasm needed would have been simply frustrating. Instead, it created a much deeper, new hunger. 

As Bill pulled away, panting. Ann lowered her dress back down. She turned around and looked at her husband. Bill wanted to see her orgasm, but it hadn’t happened. The post-nut effect prevented him from any further action. He immediately knew he wanted it back. He wanted that craving feeling. What he didn’t know was that Ann, standing there expressionless, was having that craving.