Chapter 1: Introduction
Emily closed the door on the cream-colored van that had carried her most unusual package, and looked up at the house fondly. The sunlit exterior was dazzling in its tidiness, freshly-painted white trim and the big red heart on the door that she had painted herself one year for Valentine's Day. She carried the box carefully up the gravel path and entered quietly, her stomach already afloat with anticipation as to how this new experience was going to change things between her and Matt.
The house was quiet.
Matt must still be at work, Emily thought. She glanced at the kitchen table, tidy despite this morning's frantic breakfast rush. A stray piece of toast lingered in the toaster. She was a whirlwind when she started her day, trying to get everything ready from her full-time job as a marketing manager to her other role as a doting wife. She exhaled, thinking about what the evening had in store and suddenly felt a warm glow spread within her -- anticipation fueled by an exquisite secret she couldn't wait to share with Matt.
Their marriage had always been open and honest, but this little secret, this wicked indulgence was something new.
In their twelve years of marriage, Emily and Matt had always been passionate about exploring each other's needs and desires. Their love life was an adventure, full of discoveries and surprises. She smiled, recalling how they'd first experimented with sex toys, which eventually led to sensuous play involving various household items. She'd always been intrigued by the taboo idea of bodily fluids in a sexual context, exploring squirting and lactation play.
The latter fascination was what led her to the cow milking machine. It was a risky purchase but the excitement of it all far outweighed her initial apprehensions.
Emily walked up the stairs, past the framed photos of their lives together and into their sacred sanctuary - their bedroom. Gliding across the plush maroon carpet, she placed the box on the bed and caressed the glossy sides.
Her heart raced a little faster as she envisioned Matt's reaction, playing out a dozen possible responses in her mind.
She reveled in her boldness, a surprised sense of joy soothing the knots that usually tightened when diving headfirst into the unknown.
As she lifted the lid off the box, her fingers found familiar shapes - smooth plastic dildos with precise contours meant to stimulate, before gliding over the sleek body of the cow milking machine. Emily swallowed hard, a flutter of quickening butterflies hitting her stomach.