4 Years Later
Pale sunlight shined in through the kitchen windows, while the smell of curry began wafting through the house. Casey stood over the hot stove, stirring meat and vegetables together with a well-spiced sauce. He felt it was the perfect thing to make for a cold winter's evening and it had been one of his fallback recipes for some time. But he wasn't just cooking for himself anymore; now he was cooking for his breadwinning wife too.
After several years of dating and bringing up the idea, Ash finally popped the question. He said yes of course, and they had a full wedding (albeit a role-reversed one) and Casey basically went full househusband mode after their honeymoon. By that point, she'd gotten a promotion at work, so she was being paid well enough to provide for both. Incidentally, he was a good cook, didn't mind cleaning, and hated his previous job, so it felt like a natural arrangement.
The finishing touches for dinner were just being put together, when he heard someone open the door. Lowering the heat so he could step away for just a moment, he headed to the foyer and saw Ash taking her shoes off. Having just come back from work, she was wearing a black suit along with a cat-themed tie that he'd given her for her birthday.
"Welcome home, honey!" He greeted.
"Hey, how's your day been?" She looked up to see her husband wearing a pink apron and a cream-colored sweater. He was softly smiling as he folded his hands, exuding a soft and comforting aura. As tiring as work was, coming home to such a sight made it more bearable.
"Doing good, it's pretty quiet around here. I'm making some curry, and was actually getting close to done when you got home." Hands behind his back, he leaned over. "So, would you like dinner, a bath, or me?" He gave her a wink.
She tilted her head as she loosened her tie. Sometimes he would try to seduce her as soon as she came back from work, and his attempts were usually effective. "Dinner's not getting any warmer, and I'll never say no to your cooking. But as soon as we're done, you're going to get it."
"Oh really? What are you going to do to me?"
"You'll see soon enough."
After dinner was ready, he served up two steaming plates of curry with rice. The married couple sat together at the table to eat their meal.
"I was wondering about something." Casey started, waiting for the food to cool down.
"Shoot."
"Well, we've been married over a year now, so I guess I was just wondering if having kids was on the table."
Ash swallowed her tea wrong and started coughing violently. "Kids?!"
He was regretting bringing up the topic already, but he decided to finish his thought anyway. "I mean, we've fucked a lot but the topic hasn't come up. Just wanted to know what your thoughts were."
She drank some more tea and cleared her throat. "Yeah, uhm...no. I've just always sucked with kids, so I don't like the idea of having one or even multiple running around. Too much commitment and responsibility, y'know? I'm afraid I'd traumatize them somehow." She leaned back in her chair. "Besides, if either one of us got pregnant, it'd be you."
"I still don't understand how you'd manage that." She kept making that same joke, but she always said it in such a serious manner that it almost felt real. As if, for a brief second, he lived in a world where she was physically capable of putting a baby in him.
"What'd I tell you, kitten? Nature always finds a way."
"But I don't have a womb..."
Resting her elbow on the table, she leaned forward. "Nature finds a way."
He let out a sigh, an accepting smile on his face. "Well, I guess that's a 'no' on that front. I wouldn't mind having kids personally, but I'm happy if it's just the two of us. Unless we wanted to get a pet or something."
"Well, I've already got a kitten, so a dog would be nice."
At that point, she'd called him "kitten" so many times that it almost ceased to be a sex thing, although he was reminded of it each time she accidentally called him that around friends (mercifully, she was better at holding her tongue during family gatherings). Being her kitten was just what he was, it felt as natural as any other pet name at that point.
Once they finished dinner, they started cleaning up the kitchen. He was just about to put the last few utensils in the dishwasher when she came up and embraced him from behind.
"Almost done there?" She asked.
"Yes, and why do you ask?" He felt her heavy heartbeat on the back of his head. Ash was many things, but she was not subtle. This didn't stop him from being coy.
"What was that you said about dinner, a bath, or you?" She thrusted her hips against his ass, making him perk up. "Not necessarily in that order, but I'd very much like all 3."
"Just let me finish, and we'll start."
"Good..."
He could tell by her tone of voice that she was really horny. He had to wonder if his light teasing was really that effective or if she was in the mood to begin with. After finishing off the last few dishes, which only took a minute, he went looking for her. It turned out she was in the hallway, and she quickly made her move.
Grabbing him by the thighs, she lifted him up and pinned him against the wall. He threw his arms around her, while her body pressed against his. She leaned in and kissed him, quickly sticking her tongue into his mouth. He'd put on some weight since they got married, but she was strong enough that she could still womanhandle him and toss him around in bed.
As the two embraced, she started grinding her crotch against him. It made him crave a pegging and turned him on even more. She could feel his dick growing underneath his sweatpants, straining against the cloth as it pushed against her hard abs.
After several minutes of making out, she pulled out. Her hands had migrated, and now she was holding him up from below. Her hands gripping his fat ass and feeling his long and thick shaft through his pants was enough to drive her wild.
"Now...I wonder what exactly kitten was craving." She wondered. "Does he want my strap? Or maybe he wants to be inside me? Or both, in that order?"
"Yes!" His breath only got heavier. When she started acting like that, it was like his mind melted.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I want you to peg me then fuck me!"
"Good boy. Now, I'll prepare my strap. Don't move." She set him down, then disappeared into their bedroom. He was practically shaking with anticipation.
After a few minutes, she came back with her lubed-up dragon dildo strapped to her crotch. She was wearing nothing but her white collared shirt, which had been unbuttoned all the way down. Along with the strap, she'd brought an extra toy: his collar and leash. It was rather expected at that point.
He smiled a little when she put the collar around his neck. The look she was giving him was enough to make his heart explode; it was loving yet domineering. Grabbing his leash, she led him to the living room. Only to surprise him when she laid down on the couch.
"Wait, you want me to ride you?" He asked, not expecting her to do that.
"I've pegged you so many times, but I thought it'd be fun if we did this just to spice things up. Plus, I get a different view of all your cute little reactions and faces!"
"I...see." He cleared his throat, before stripping down.
She turned her head to watch him. He took off the sweater and pulled his sweatpants and underwear off. She admired his belly and noticed that his thighs and ass seemed to have gotten bigger.
A little nervous, he climbed on top of her. He found himself breathing heavily, sitting on her while he could feel the dildo on his ass. Raising his hips, he grabbed her strap and gently put it in. He felt its thickness spreading him out as it slid in deeper. He started moving, getting himself used to it and gradually sliding further down her pole.
She rested her hands behind her head, intently watching him. She liked pegging him in missionary because of sights like this: his blushing face as he let out breathy moans and whimpers. The fact that he had to move himself added to it, now she was seeing how he pleased himself.
