Bringing In Casey's Cream

 

Chapter 1

 

Casey unbuckled the strap from around her wrist and pulled off the restraint while Owen finished unlocking her wrist restraints from the bed frame. She loved the four-poster bed she had insisted they buy shortly after getting married. It was both ornamental and functional; the heavy wooden posts in the four corners were the perfect anchors for the straps they used to tie her down when she needed a good spanking followed by a good fucking. Face down and cuffed by both her ankles and wrists she was helpless to suffer under whatever torments Owen could inflict upon her.

She had been embarrassed and terrified when she revealed to him that she needed to be tied up, spanked, and roughly fucked on a regular basis. She had already accepted his offer of marriage and they had only played at what she called baby bondage games up to that point in their sex life. Marrying Owen made her happy; getting tied up and spanked made her happy. She hadn’t yet brought the two together, but she knew she couldn’t have the one without the other.

Happily—luckily—he had indulged in her request and was both fascinated and excited by it. Instead of driving them apart her kink had brought them together. Owen was nearly everything a kinky woman could dream of after fifteen years of marriage…except he was a little too vanilla for her tastes. This had been something she had resigned herself to; Owen was more than willing to go along with whatever weird request she had in bed, but he never asked for anything special beyond a blowjob. That was too easy.

“You were a little bit quiet tonight,” Owen commented as he dropped her restraints into the bottom drawer of the nightstand.

“I was screaming into the pillow,” Casey replied. “Can’t wake the kids.”

Their kids were on the other side of the house and one floor up asleep in their bedrooms. Unless a fire truck drove through the house nothing would wake the pair.

“Okay,” he pleasantly agreed. Casey rolled over and sat up, crossing her legs and hugging them to her chest. Her bottom was a little sore from the paddling he had given her earlier, but it was just a little bit red. It wasn’t anything she wasn’t used to or desired. “Need any salve for your ass?” he asked. Paddling Casey was what Owen claimed to be his favorite activity in their sex life; treating her minor injuries from those paddling was what he claimed was his second favorite activity. She didn’t mind in the least that he would rub salves and ointments into the soft skin of her ass for an hour if she asked it.

For a woman pushing forty, Casey considered herself in good shape, especially after birthing and breastfeeding two kids. Sure, her ass was getting a little wide and her stomach wasn’t nearly as flat as it was in her early twenties, but if Owen minded, he didn’t say anything. He could have been in better shape himself. Although he hadn’t lost much, if any, of his hair, his stomach had started to bulge with a bit of a middle-aged paunch.

“What do you want?” she asked him.

“I want to get in bed and go to sleep,” he answered as he walked out of their attached bathroom. He was wiping off his cock with a wet washcloth that he proceeded to toss into the laundry hamper.

“No, that I know. What do you really want?” she asked as he slipped under the covers. She barely moved. She wasn’t angry, but she wanted an answer.

“What do I really want what?” he asked. It had been a long day. Tying up his wife, spanking her round ass, then fucking her good and hard while she couldn’t do a thing to him was enjoyable but exhausting. Normally they fell asleep shortly after their play session and he was looking forward to exactly that.

“What do you want to do in bed?” she asked for what seemed like the thousandth time, though it might have been the ten thousandth.

“I want to tie you up, paddle you, then fuck you,” he mumbled. The light on his side of the bed was already off and his eyes were closed.

Casey sighed. “We do that all the time. I like it, but I want to please you.”

“You already please me.”

“I want to indulge you,” she said with every ounce of earnestness in her voice she could muster. “I want to play a kinky game that you think up and I don’t really want to do but I do anyway because I love you.”

Somehow Owen managed to crank open one eye. “I’m dull and vanilla,” he reminded her. “I indulge you and that’s what I like in my life.”

“I want to play new games,” she said. Already his eyes were closed again.

“Think up a new game and I’ll play it with you,” he said. “I’m game for anything.”

“You won’t like my games,” she said.

But Owen was already snoring lightly. She sighed, climbed off the bed, pulled a nightie out of her dresser and pulled it on. Casey contemplated her sleeping husband a long time before turning off the light and climbing into bed next to him.

 

The next night Owen reached into the bottom drawer of the nightstand for Casey’s restraints. “Not tonight,” Casey said. She had on a pair of bright purple satin pajamas that were decidedly sexy but not in her usual kinky mode.

“Oh?”

“Tired,” she complained. “Long day. I hate working this time of year.”

“Do you want to just have plain sex?” he asked while putting back the leather manacles and straps.

“No. Just sleep.” Casey turned off her light and closed her eyes. A minute later her breathing went soft and she was asleep.

Owen wasn’t especially tired, nor was he especially horny. It was his wife that had the stronger sex drive. He considered looking up some porn on the computer but instead opted for a half hour of reading before turning off his light and going to sleep.

 

The following night Casey was at a late meeting. Owen made dinner, made sure the kids had their homework done, cleaned the kitchen, tossed in a load of laundry, folded what was in the dryer, wasted half an hour watching a stupid sitcom as he laid in bed waiting for his wife.

He was asleep when she got home. Casey turned off the TV, stripped off her clothes making sure her moist panties were half-hidden at the bottom of the laundry hamper, contemplated herself in the bathroom mirror for a long minute, critically evaluating her tits and bare pussy, before putting on pajamas and crawling into bed next to her husband.

 

“Not tonight, dear, I have a headache,” Casey said when he asked her if she wanted to have sex.

“It’s been three days since we had sex,” Owen complained.

“That doesn’t mean you automatically get what you want,” she told him.

“You can just lie there,” he said grumpily. “I’ll fuck you and you can just enjoy it.”

“Just moving my head makes it worse,” she stated. “Go jerk off if you need it that badly.”

“Never mind,” he said. They turned off the lights and she went to sleep as he stared at the ceiling in the half light seeping through the drawn curtains.

 

“Okay, what gives,” he said on the fourth night. “We’ve never gone this long before not having sex…except when the kids were born.”

“What do you want?” she asked him again.

“I want to have sex.”

“What kink do you want me to indulge in?” Casey asked pointedly.

“This again?” he complained.

“No pussy for you until you come up with a weird fantasy that I can indulge you in.”

“I don’t have any weird fantasies.”

“Then no pussy.”

“I’d just be making something up to appease you!”

“That works for me.”

Silence grew between them.

Eventually Owen said, “Fine. I want you to lactate.”

Casey replied to that with silence, then opened her mouth and replied with more silence. As Owen waited patiently for a response, she managed a confused, “Umm…”

Owen sighed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Forget I said anything.”

Those words caused Casey’s brain to kick back into gear. “No, wait. I was just…surprised. I was expecting something like a three-way or maybe pegging. I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting…that.”

“Which is why I never said anything before,” he angrily replied. “Just forget it.” Owen yanked off his shirt and rummaged through his dresser looking for pajamas. He couldn’t stand to look at his wife at that moment. He was ashamed at himself and angry at her and there was nothing he could do about it. He cursed himself for saying anything; he knew he should have made up something, anything that would be considered a normal kink that his loving wife would have been delighted to indulge in for him, but he stupidly went ahead and blurted out what he wanted and now regretted it.

“You know, this is something I can make happen,” Casey said.

“Uh-huh,” Owen mumbled as he kicked off his khakis and pulled on his sleep pants.

“It’s not like my breasts don’t work,” she stated. “Don’t be a shit now that I know what you’ve been hiding for…years?” She stopped and considered what he must have kept a secret for so long. Like so many men Owen showed more than casual interest in her—and many women’s—breasts, but she couldn’t think of a time when he was totally obsessed with them. She couldn’t think of any special interest he had in sex at all. Was he that secretive or was she so self-obsessed that she never noticed? “Geez, how long have you had this interest?”

Owen didn’t say anything and let the silence fill the room as he rolled into the bed. “I don’t know. A while.”

“How long?” she demanded in that tone that she used when she wanted him to give her some special abuse while she was tied up. He was never able to resist her voice of authority