Anna had been married for about a year. When she met her husband she was everything you could have imagined when you hear the term, “young, free and single!” Out partying all the time with her friends, like a young girl should. A few chance sexual encounters here and there. The odd lad she’d have as kind of a regular fuck buddy. But nothing serious. She just done as she pleased.  That all changed once she got into a relationship. As time went by, she’d go out less, the partying slowed down, the fun drained away. Starting a family and getting married gave her a solid shove into adulthood. The marriage wasn’t what she imagined all that time ago. The every day grind, the dull, infrequent sex, the lack of spark. She tried to spice things up once or twice but he’d brush it off. She even askedher husband if he’d like her to bring another girl into their bedroom. He called her a slag and made her feel like shit over it.  This pretty young girl was quickly becoming a stereotypical bored housewife. Sexual repression was draining the life out of her and she was desperate to just be “taken!” She’d fantasise about being absolutely ravaged by a stranger. About feeling a hard cock hitting the back of her throat, about a head between her legs and a tongue on her clit, while fingers probed her pussy, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling his cock into her right down to the balls. How she would love to come while he fucked her hard. She wanted to taste herself of his cock before it exploded into her mouth and filled it with hot, sticky come. She wanted to swallow it and then drain the last drops out of it.  She would lock herself in the bathroom and watch porn on her phone. Fingering herself  to orgasm. Wanting to be the women in the videos. She’d watch women taking two cocks and getting covered in come at the end. Or swallowing it all, or having it pumped inside of them, before watching it run out of their pussies. All she wanted was to be fucked properly. So, here’s me, down by the local shops, just minding my own business. I see a semi-familiar face out of the corner of my eye. A familiar, pretty face. It’s the platinum blonde hair I remember. “Anna McGann” I say in my head She was in our school, a couple of years below me. I smile. She says “Hiya”, quietly, then walks into the bank. "So she remembers me." I say to myself. Then, see Richie over the other side of the road and shout to him. He’s been one of my best friends for over 20 years. And I’ve known him since we were about 4 or 5. He crosses over and we start talking. He’s going to the bank anyway. I go in and join the queue with him. “Hello Anna", he says. She’s in the queue in front of us. He knows her better than me. His sister has been one of Anna's best friends since secondary school. There’s a little bit of small talk but I’m not listening. I’m clocking her on the sly. She was always pretty, but I didn’t really know her. I don’t actually remember ever talking to her. She’d grown up to be hot though. I got a little bit of a stir in my jeans. I notice the wedding ring on her left hand and feel a bit gutted. I’d hoped Richie knowing her would help me find way into the tight jeans she has on. Hello Liam.” I snap out of the daze I’m in. “Remember me?” “Anna McGann!” I reply. “You were in our school and lived up by my nan. What you up to now?” She flashes the ring at me. “Oh, you’re married? Shame!”  Now I don’t know where the last bit came from, it was like Tourette’s or something. And I certainly didn’t expect the reaction I got. Instead of taking it negatively, she smiles with a glint in her eye. Richie sees it too. So the usual, expected apology never came. We talk for a few minutes in the queue. Just a normal conversation, but there's more than a hint of flirtation. Richie is quiet. He’s a quiet guy though, but I know his face, and I know his look.  Anna goes to the cashier’s desk and Richie to the other one. I walk down towards the end of the desks. I’m waiting. I’m clocking Anna's ass in her jeans as she leans on the desk. She catches me. I keep staring at it anyway. She signs a bit of paper and wiggles it a bit. She finishes and walks down and carries on talking to me. “Here’s my number.” She whispers and drops a folded bank receipt on the empty desk next to me. “Don’t pick it up till I’m gone.” I wink in acknowledgment. “ Nice seeing you again anyway Liam. Bye Richie!”  She walks off and out of the door. I’ve got a near full hard on now. I have to turn and fix it quick. I tuck it under my belt so no one can see it. I fix my t-shirt and then pick up the piece of paper and slip it in my back pocket. Richie has finished and we walk out of the bank together. “Café?” He says.  So we’re sitting in the café, Richie's at the counter and I’m sat down. I pull the receipt from my pocket and unfold it. “Ring me before 6 x” it says, with her number beneath it. I look at my watch. It’s 10 o’clock.  Richie sits down on the other side of the table. “What’s that?” He asks. “Anna’s number.”  “Fuck off! She’s married. Been told she’s a proper little wife! ” “Apparently not,” I fold it back up and put it back in my pocket.