Little Samantha's Choice

by Meredith O'Reilly

  I, on the other hand, was very tiny compared to my husband. I was 5’ 2’’ and 105 pounds, but still in great shape from all the yoga I liked to do. I had thick and wavy light blonde hair that reached down to my shoulders, green eyes that shined like shamrocks, and a bunch of freckles on my cheeks and nose, giving the illusion that I was much younger than my actual age of twenty-five.

  I suddenly realized that he had asked me a question and so I replied, knowing the question without having to have heard him. “Oh, work was good. You know, it was a usual Friday. I couldn’t wait to come home, to be able to change into my pajamas while I relax and spend time with you. How was your day?”

  “Hmm… Your voice doesn’t sound too good, Samantha. You feeling okay?” he asked, putting his hand on my forehead.

  “I’m fine, Jackson,” I said as I dodged away from his hand and walked into the kitchen where the delicious smells were coming from.

  This was one of my favorite rooms in the house. The kitchen had red walls and hardwood floors, with an island on the right side and stainless steel appliances around it, with dark oak cabinets above the appliances, while the left side had an oak table that sat six and that was positioned right behind three big, open windows. I loved the windows in the kitchen because they let so much light into the room, while Jackson loved all the stainless steel appliances, having said many times that they were every chef’s wet dream.

  The kitchen connected the laundry room to the family room with a large, open doorway. I knew that Jackson loved that big, open doorway because he was able to still watch television on the flat screen TV while he cooked dinner for the two of us.

  I felt my husband follow me into the kitchen. “You felt warm. Let me go get the thermometer,” he said as he started to leave the kitchen.

  “No! Jackson, please don’t. I’m fine, really,” I said, staring him in the eyes, trying to plead silently with him to drop it.

  He must have taken the hint because he didn’t demand that I go up to bed early. “Okay. But if one more thing happens that makes me think that you’re sick, it’s to bed for you, missy!” he said, shaking his finger back and forth at me.

  I rolled my eyes heavenwards. Yes, I loved this man, but sometimes he could be so overprotective to the point of it being annoying. Suddenly, I flashed back to a memory when my own father told me that if I was sick, I would be put to bed early to get better.

  “Don’t roll your eyes at me young lady, or you won’t be getting your special dessert tonight.”

  “Special dessert?” I asked, forgetting about my memory and walking over to him. I put my arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

  “Yes. I made your favorite chocolate cheesecake,” he said, slowly pressing his lips to mine.

  “Hmm… okay, let me go wash my hands and change out of these work clothes, and then we can eat.”

  “I like your work clothes. That black dress might just make you look more beautiful than I’ve ever seen you,” he said, leaning in and kissing me again. His hands traveled down my body and went underneath my dress. “Ahh… you’re wearing garter belts and silk panties,” he groaned.

  I chuckled as I felt his cock harden in his jeans. “Yes, I am. I promise I’ll keep those on for you, but the dress and panty hose have to go.”

  “You sure know how to torture a man, Mrs. Briggs,” he said.

  “You poor man. I think you’ll manage,” I said, laughing and turning to leave the kitchen.

  As I was walking away, I felt a slap on my bottom. As I turned around and saw a huge grin on his face, I gave him a quizzical look. He had never slapped my bottom before. Why was he doing it now?

  “Go wash your hands and change. I’ll pull dinner out of the oven,” he said, walking away from me.

  I stared at my husband for one more minute, admiring his gorgeous body, and then went to go wash my hands and change.

  * * *

  “Oh my gosh. I don’t think that I could eat another bite,” I moaned, putting my fork down as I leaned back in my chair and began to rub my stomach.

  “Go lie down on the couch in the family room, baby. I’ll clean up, then I’ll take you up to bed.”

  I nodded my agreement and walked into the family room.

  The family room was done in a light yellow with hardwood floors. There was a dark, three piece sofa set that circled around the flat screen TV, and in the middle of the set was a coffee table. I loved this room, not for the furniture in it, but because I had hung photos of Jackson’s and my family and friends all around the room. The photos made me feel as though our family and friends were here with me too. The only wall that didn’t have photos on it was the one where the back door opened and overlooked our beautiful backyard.

  I sat down on the couch and turned the TV onto the news. Yawning, I grabbed a pillow, lay down, and closed my eyes. When my head hit the couch pillow, though, I began to feel really ill. I tried to relax, but my body felt so achy. My headache had come back with a vengeance, and now that I no longer had anything to drink, my throat was becoming painful again.

  Several minutes later, I felt my feet lifted up and then settled onto Jackson’s lap. He began to rub my feet, knowing exactly where my sore spots were.

  I wanted to cry. My feet had been killing me and the foot massage felt like I had been sent to heaven. That was the price that I had to pay for being an executive. I normally had to wear high heeled shoes in order to look professional, even though the shoes made my feet so sore.

  “Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong, baby?”

  “Okay. I admit it. I feel awful,” I said without opening my eyes.

  His hands paused on my feet, then continued their massage again. “I was wondering when you were going to tell me.”

  I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me. “I just didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to fuss over me and make me stay in bed all weekend.”

  “Sweetie, don’t you realize that I love taking care of you? You’re my baby girl. I want to protect you always. I want to take care of you and make you feel cherished.”

  “Oh, that is so sweet.” I pulled my feet off his lap, crawled over to my husband, and then I kissed him, pushing him down on the couch as I fell on top of him. I slowly started to unbutton his shirt when his hands circled around my wrists and stopped me from continuing.

  “Baby, as much as I would love to continue this, you’re sick and need to go to bed.”

  “Ugh! Please, let’s finish this. It’s making me feel better!”

  “Nope. Off to bed, baby girl.”

  “I’m still wearing the silk panties and garter belt. You sure?” I asked, grinding my pelvis against his hard cock.

  “As much as I would love to, sweetie, the answer is still no.”

  I was going to protest more, but he picked me up and carried me upstairs. I figured that he wouldn’t listen, so I just stayed quiet as we entered our bedroom.

  The walls in that room were lavender, and we had a flowery comforter on the bed. The bed was pushed up against the wall and there were two nightstands on either side of it, each with a lamp and an alarm clock. On the wall opposite the bed there were two doors; one led into the master bathroom and the other led into a walk-in closet. Against the wall adjacent to the bed were two dressers, and photos of us and our families decorated the walls.

  I thought that Jackson was just going to help me change into my pajamas and put me to sleep, but I was wrong. He carried me into the master bathroom and sat me down on a chair. “Don’t move,” he said as he got up and began running the bath.

  The bathroom walls were a light blue and the floor was white tile. Whenever I was in that room, I felt so calm. On the left there was a huge bathtub with a skylight above it, and a few feet down there was a small room with a toilet. On the right there was a countertop with two sinks and a huge mirror above them, and a little farther down there was a walk-in shower.

  I closed my eyes and slumped forward slightly. Jackson
helped me take off the pajamas, silk underwear, and garter belt, and then he scooped me up and put me in the bathtub, which was filled to the brim with warm water. I leaned back in the tub, closing my eyes again. The water felt heavenly against my aching body.

  Jackson knelt down, grabbed a washcloth from the bin next to the tub, and soaped it up with my vanilla scented body wash and began washing my entire body. He took his time, making sure that he didn’t miss a single inch of my body. Whenever he did this, it always made me feel like I was the most precious thing in the world to him.

  When he slowly brought the washcloth down my stomach and passed my curls, I knew what was coming and my pussy pulsed in anticipation. He washed my outer labia but then instead of continuing, he trailed the washcloth down to my bottom hole and carefully washed around that. I felt my insides clench at the attention. We had never played there before, but I knew that Jackson wanted to.

  My hands came out of the bathtub and clenched the sides of the tub as he brought the washcloth back up and washed the inside of my pussy. Quickly, he settled the cloth on my clit and began to make slow circles.

  I felt my breath start to increase as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. While he continued to rub my clit with the washcloth, his other hand started to twist and pull at my tightened nipples.

  “Ahhh!” I cried out at the unexpected contact.

  “Relax, baby. Let me take care of you,” he said as he started to increase the pressure he was putting on my clit. I was withering in the tub within seconds, splashing water over the edge.

  Without breaking contact with my clit or my nipples, Jackson leaned forward and kissed me. That sent me over the edge. I rode the waves of my release for as long as I could until I slumped back into the tub. With my heart still racing, I opened my eyes to see my husband staring at me.

  “You are absolutely breathtaking when you come,” he said, giving me a kiss.

  I smiled lazily back at him.

  “Now it’s time to wash your hair.”

  I had no protests. After the long week at work, being over fatigued and not feeling well, and now having had an orgasm, I was wiped out. I closed my eyes, knowing that my husband would take care of me as I started to fall asleep.

  As I began to doze, he shook me awake. “Come on, Samantha. Stay with me a few more minutes and then you can go visit dreamland.”

  I took the hand he was offering to me, then stepped out of the bathtub and into the chilly air. He wrapped a big, white fluffy towel around me, and once I was no longer wet, he helped me dress in an old T-shirt, panties, and a pair of shorts that I liked to use as pajamas.

  “Sit down, please,” he said as he pulled out the chair that sat between our sinks.

  I sat down as my husband picked up a hairbrush and began to brush my hair. I loved the feeling of the brush going through my hair. It felt so relaxing.

  After a few minutes, he put down the hairbrush, picked up my hairdryer, and slowly dried my hair as I basked under his loving attention. Once he was finished with that task, he said, “Okay, bedtime.”

  I just smiled up at him and he picked me up and carried me into our bedroom. He put me down in our bed, pulled the covers up to my neck, and kissed my forehead.

  “Aren’t you going to join me?” I asked when I saw him starting to leave the room.

  “I have a few more things to do before I go to sleep. Don’t worry, I’ll be up in less than an hour. Good night, baby girl. Sweet dreams.”

  When he closed the bedroom door, I leaned back in bed. I guess it’s another weekend of bed rest, I thought to myself. I yawned and closed my eyes. I’ll try to get out of my bed rest weekend tomorrow, I decided. With that last thought, I fell sound asleep.

  Chapter Two

  “Ughhh!” I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a train. My head was all stuffed up, my body felt like it was on fire, my throat felt as if it had been rubbed raw with sandpaper, and I had another pounding headache.

  “Jack… Jackson…” I tried to call out, but my voice was no louder than a mere whisper.

  He appeared before me, fear in his chocolate colored eyes. “Oh, baby. Thank gosh. It’s been a long night.” He sat on the side of the bed and stroked my face.

  “What time is it?” I croaked out and then began having a coughing fit.

  He brought a cup with a straw to my lips. I began to drink, cold water coming through the straw, but it stung my throat, so I began to cough even more, water spilling out of my mouth and all over me.

  When I stopped coughing, he said, “It’s 4 a.m. After I put you to sleep, you started to really burn up. I’ve been trying to keep you comfortable without waking you.”

  I noticed the moist cloth in one of his hands. “My head hurts, and my throat hurts, and my eyes feel heavy again,” I complained.

  “Don’t worry, baby. Here, try drinking some water again.”

  I sat up a little bit as he brought the straw to my lips, but I still had such a hard time swallowing all the water that came out of the straw and ended up spilling a lot of it on myself. The water that I did drink felt amazing now that my throat wasn’t bone dry.

  “Take these,” he said, pressing two pills to my lips.

  I opened my mouth and swallowed them, and then he brought the straw back to my lips.

  “Ouch! That hurt my throat even more!” I said, falling back down on the pillow and clutching my throat. I felt exhausted again, even though I had only been awake for a few minutes. I started to fall back asleep but he shook my shoulder. “No. Go away, please!” I begged my husband.

  “Samantha, you need to drink some more fluids.”

  “No. Go away!” I said, trying to push him away, but I was so weak that my push didn’t move him a muscle.

  “Samantha you should change your pajamas too—they are soaked with your sweat.”

  “No. Please. Sleep,” I begged. All I wanted was just to close my eyes for a few more hours.

  I heard him sigh, and then he said, “Okay, baby. You sleep. I’ll take care of everything for you.”

  I felt him get off the bed, but I was sound asleep before I even heard the bedroom door close.

  * * *

  I woke back up when I felt my legs being lifted up and then put back down, and then I realized there was something soft underneath my bottom. “What are you doing?” I whispered to my husband, confused as to why he would be moving me.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’m taking care of you. You just lie back, and let Daddy take care of you, like a good little girl.”

  “Okay.” Did he just say Daddy… Good little girl? I must be hallucinating.

  I felt him rub something into my bottom and around my labia, and then I felt him pull something up and tighten it around my pelvis. I figured that whatever he was doing, he was done now, and I could go back to sleep. I was wrong.

  He picked me up and placed me on something very soft.

  “Go away…” I grumbled, disturbed from my sleep for a second time in a matter of minutes.

  I heard him laugh. “I’m almost done, lazy bones. You can go back to sleep in a minute.”

  I felt him pull my legs through the soft fabric, and then he did the same thing to my arms. I heard something being zipped up, and then I was picked up again and placed back down.

  “There you go, baby girl. You should sleep better now that you are all comfy and cozy.”

  “Mmmm.” I didn’t really care what he said right then. I felt very sleepy and I was back asleep in less than two minutes.

  * * *

  I woke up feeling worse than before. I didn’t even open my eyes this time, I just groaned. Then I felt the bed dip next to me and knew that Jackson was sitting up by me.

  “Sweetie, here. Drink this.”

  I felt something semi-hard touch my lips. I wasn’t sure what it was or what I should do with it.

  “Open your mouth, little girl.”

  I did and then felt something put into my mouth.

  When I did no
thing else, Jackson said, “Suck, sweetie.”

  I did, and I was surprised when apple juice began coming from what I was sucking on. The best part was there was just enough juice for me to be able to swallow every drop. No spilling on myself, plus the apple juice didn’t make my throat sting. I sucked contently on the hard thing until I finished it. “Thank you,” I said, feeling a tad bit better.

  I started to doze off as I heard him ask, “Don’t you want to get up and use the bathroom? You’ve been asleep for the past twelve hours. You must have to go.”

  “No. I’ll… I’ll go later. Sleep now.”

  Truth be told, I couldn’t really feel my bladder. I was so tired and my body still felt like it had been hit by a thousand pound weight. All I cared about was going back to sleep.

  I was almost asleep when I felt something pressing down on my lower stomach. After a few seconds, I felt a liquid warmth spread over my bottom. Whatever that pressure was, it made me feel better.

  I fell fast asleep, so I didn’t hear Jackson say, “That’s my good baby girl. Go back to sleep now.”

  Every few hours, I would wake up halfway and Jackson would force me to drink a glass of either water or juice from that cup with the semi-hard piece that I had to suck on. A few times he would make me take some pills, and then there would be that pressure on my low stomach, making the liquid warmth spread over my bottom. Even though I was sick, I felt very content. I knew that my husband was taking care of me, and hopefully in a day or two, I would be feeling much better.

  Chapter Three

  It had been two days since Samantha had come home sick, and I was really starting to get worried about her. If she didn’t wake up soon, I was going to call our doctor and ask her if she wanted me to take Samantha to the hospital. I was doing my best to take care of her by feeding her liquids every two hours and taking care of all of her basic needs, but I knew that most adults don’t sleep for two days straight, no matter how ill they are.