Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
Chapter One
I pulled my brand new silver 2013 Honda CRV into my garage and turned it off, then clicked the button to close the garage door and let my head drop to the steering wheel. I closed my eyes, trying to stop the pounding in my head made worse by my exhaustion. For the past week, I had felt awful, with a constant headache that would often escalate into throbbing pain, making me feel like someone was hitting my head with a hammer. My throat was aching, my whole body felt as if it had just been run over by a train, and my eyes felt as if they had twenty pound weights attached to them. I had not felt this sick since I was a child.
As an executive of a huge travel agency, I could not afford to be sick—ever. But thankfully, today was Friday, and I had a three day weekend to look forward to since my workplace was having repairs made on the building on Monday. I knew my husband, Jackson, had been looking forward to me having this weekend off. Since I had been so busy at work lately, he and I hadn’t been able to spend much time together, and I really missed spending time with him.
Jackson owned his own company, which helped other companies create websites or redesign existing sites to look more friendly to consumers. Due to him owning his own company and doing almost everything via the internet, he predominately worked from home. I was extremely grateful for this because after working a ten hour day, it was nice to be able to come home to a smiling husband who always had dinner ready and who enjoyed letting me talk about my day.
Usually after dinner he would let me go sit down and watch television while he cleaned up. Then after a while he would turn off the television, grab my hand, and we would take a shower together. He would begin by gently kneading my sore neck muscles while washing me and then he would scrub my scalp, making me feel like a pile of goo in his arms.
After our shower, depending on how stressful my day had been, he would give me a full body massage to release the tension from my body, and that would lead to us making love. Afterwards, he would cuddle me close to him, and I would fall asleep to the sound of his beating heart. Jackson truly was the perfect husband, and I could tell that he got extreme enjoyment from taking care of me. What wife wouldn’t love that?
One area of our relationship that was absolutely perfect was our love life. It had actually always been pretty damn good. When we first met, we had been in college. I was a sophomore studying for a business degree, and he had been a senior, also studying for a business degree along with a minor in computer science. After a few dates, we had gone back to his apartment and he had taken my virginity.
I remember how he had lead me into his bedroom.
“I’m nervous, Jackson,” I had whispered, closing my eyes. I could feel my face turning red from my admission as we stopped at the foot of his queen size bed.
“We can’t have that,” he said, brushing my hair behind my ears. He cupped my face and said, “Look at me, baby.”
I opened my eyes to look into his milk chocolate ones.
“We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to. Okay?”
“Okay,” I said, feeling my nerves abate a little.
He smiled and said, “Good. How about if we just start by kissing? If it goes farther than that, that’s okay, and if it doesn’t, that’s okay too.”
“I can do that.”
“Good, ‘cause all night, I’ve been dying to kiss you. When I saw what you were wearing when you opened your door, I wanted to fling you over my shoulder and carry you off to bed.”
I smiled at his admission. That was precisely why I had chosen the strapless light green dress that showed off my curves and fit my body like a glove, paired with the white sandals. When I had worn this dress before, I had noticed that it made my green eyes pop out, and I had gotten so many comments on how fantastic I looked. I also left my hair down, something I rarely did. The blonde, thick, wavy strands fell halfway down my back. I knew that Jackson preferred my hair down so he could run his fingers through it, which he had done often that night.
I shook my head slightly and said, “This old thing? I didn’t realize that you liked it so much? You don’t look too bad yourself.”
He was wearing a dark blue dress shirt that fit him snuggly, showing off his sculpted upper body, and he wore plain black dress pants that framed his butt, making it look like Michelangelo had carved it. To finish the look off, he wore black dress shoes that shined so much, I could see my reflection in them.
He quoted right back, “This old thing? I didn’t realize that you liked it so much.”
We were silent for a second and then we both burst into laughter. I loved the fact that he and I could both make each other laugh so much. It helped at times, like now, when the situation felt a little awkward.
“Now that we both know that we find the other attractive, let’s get back to where we were.” He cupped my face and leaned his head in to kiss me. At first, he kept the kiss very gentle, his tongue slowly tracing the outline of my lips until it coaxed my lips to open. As the kiss deepened, I wrapped my hands around his neck to pull him closer to me, and I began to feel my pussy getting wet.
Jackson’s hands left my shoulders, and he started to trail them down my body. When he reached my ass, he squeezed it, making me moan into our kiss. I got closer to him and ground my pelvis into his hard shaft. It was his turn to moan.
His hands came up my back and ever so slowly he unzipped my dress. As it fell in a heap to the floor, the cool air on my heated body made my pussy even wetter.
Jackson broke the kiss and trailed kisses down my collarbone and onto my neck. I gasped when he began kissing a spot right behind my ear, and as I began to feel my heart rate speed up, I tilted my neck to give him better access.
As he lightly traced his fingers up and down my body again, I shivered. Jackson moved from kissing behind my ear to softly nibbling my ear as he unhooked my bra. My strapless bra fell to the ground on top of my dress, and Jackson’s expert fingers began to trace the underside of one of my breasts.
My pussy gushed with wetness as my legs began to shake, and all I could think about was having a release from the pressure that was growing in my lower belly.
“Jackson… I need…” I managed to moan out as he began to trail kisses to the other side of my neck while his fingers traced around my aching areolas.
“I know what you need, baby. Don’t worry. I’m going to give it to you in good time.”
I was about to argue that the good time was now, but he pressed one of his hands to my pussy and all thoughts left my mind. The pressure in my core was growing, and I knew that I was about to come.
Just as I thought that I was going to be pushed over the edge, Jackson started to trail his fingers back up to my breasts.
“Jackson!” I screamed in protest. I was so close and was liable to rip off his head if I didn’t get my release soon!
“Patience, baby. If you’re still able to have coherent thoughts, then you are not ready.”
I was all set to argue with him again when he captured my lips in a passionate kiss, his fingers teasing my nipples even more. He twisted, pulled, and kneaded them, making my pussy wetter than it had ever been before.
I couldn’t help myself when my hands started to roam his body, and I realized that he was still fully clothed and I was only in my underwear. Without breaking the kiss, I began to unbutton his shirt. I pulled it off of him and was reaching for his undershirt when he put one of his hands into my panties.
The cool hand against my heated pussy made my head spin. His undershirt was forgotten and all I could think about was getting him to put even the slightest pressure on my throbbing clit.
He traced my outer labia and started to inch his way closer to my clit. Just as he was about to touch it, he pulled his hand out of my soaked panties and pulled them down and off of me. I was ready to cry. Just as I was about to tell Jackson off for again not letting me climax, he picked me up and laid me down on the bed.
Then his massive body was on top of me and all forms of protest disappeared. He broke our kiss for a second to take off his undershirt and then he was back. I ran my hands over his sculpted biceps and shivered at the feel of them. I never realized how muscular he was until that moment.
My hands traveled up his body and they were soon in his hair. His hair felt so silky, and as I ran my fingers through it, Jackson broke our kiss and trailed kisses down to my swollen breasts. He took one into his mouth and I nearly jumped off the bed. My breast had a direct line to my pulsating clit.
He took his time swirling his tongue around my beaded nipple and sucking on it. Without thinking about it, I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and held him down to me. My pussy felt like it was about to explode.
“Jackson… need…” I gasped out.
He knew what I was talking about and finally took pity on me. As he continued to suck on my breast, he brought one of his hands down to my pussy and started to circle my labia again. Only this time, he ended up on my clit. With skilled fingers, he massaged my clit in circular motions, and within seconds I was crying out my release.
“Jackson!” I screamed, as I saw little black dots cloud my vision. Every single one of my muscles felt as if it had been turned into goo.
When I got done riding my high, I felt Jackson’s hard shaft, now wrapped in a condom, at my wet entrance. He was staring into my eyes. “I’m going to enter you now, baby. I promise that I’ll go as slow as you need me to. If it hurts too much, let me know, and I’ll pull out.”
I managed to nod.
Slowly, Jackson entered me—and I would be lying if I said that it didn’t hurt. I felt my body tense up as I scrunched my face tight in pain.
“Samantha! Should I stop?” Jackson asked, clearly panicked.
“No… keep going.”
He did and once he was fully seated, he said, “That’s it. I’m all the way in.”
We stayed like that for a couple of minutes so I could get used to his size. After a while, the pain subsided and I told him, “You can move now.”
He gave me a wicked smile and did as I told him. He captured my lips again as he carefully thrust in and out of me. My hands traveled up and down his back. I still couldn’t get over how muscular he felt.
As my hands started to travel up his arms again, he captured them both and held them up above my head in one hand. With the other hand, he began to play with my nipples. My pussy let out a gush of wetness at this. He pulled his head back from our kiss and gave me a knowing smile.
He started to kiss behind my ear again and I could feel myself quickly building to another earth-shattering orgasm. With the combination of Jackson’s thrusts, his playing with my nipples, and him kissing a highly erogenous spot, I came within seconds.
“Jackson!” I screamed out until my throat started to hurt. There were black dots in my vision again, except this time they were larger. I kept riding my orgasm as I heard Jackson grunt and then he released his seed into me.
I was still out of it when Jackson pulled out of me. My entire body felt like it was floating on a cloud, as I watched him walk into the bathroom. I closed my eyes, just basking in my post orgasm glow.
I must have dozed off because before I knew it, Jackson was shaking me. “Don’t fall asleep on me yet, baby.”
“W-what?” I asked, confused as to why he wanted me to move. Smiling, he sat down next to me and brushed the hair off my face.
“Here’s the plan. I’m going to carry you into the bathroom, and we are going to have a nice, long soak together in the bath that I have running. Then, I’ll carry you back in here and you’ll fall asleep in my arms.”
“Y-you don’t h-have to do that,” I stuttered, embarrassed and pulling the sheet to cover my naked body.
“I know that I don’t have to, but I want too. You just gave me the greatest gift, and what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take care of you after we made love?”
“Umm… the stereotypical kind?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Babe, if you wanted a stereotypical boyfriend, you picked the wrong guy. Now, come on. The water is getting cold.”
He picked me up, carried me into the bathroom, and true to his word, he and I had a long soak while he washed my entire body and hair. Once he finished that, he stepped out of the tub, dried off, wrapped the towel around his waist, and walked back into the bedroom. I sank further into the bath tub, not wanting to ever leave its warm embrace.
After a few minutes, he came back into the bathroom. The towel was gone and he was wearing a pair of black pajama pants. He bent down and pulled the stopper out of the tub, and then as the bathtub was draining, he helped me out and dried me.
That night I decided to wear one of his old T-shirts, even though it was more of a dress on me than an actual T-shirt. Jackson smiled down at me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. When we broke apart, he scooped me up and carried me back to his bed.
When he placed me down in the bed, I realized that there were new sheets on the bed. That’s why he got out of the bath tub early—he wanted to change the sheets with my lost virginity on them, I realized.
At that moment, I knew that I loved him and would someday marry him if he ever asked me to. When he claimed my virginity, he had been so gentle, and then he took such great care of me, washing me and changing the sheets so I would feel more comfortable. He was so sweet to me that it brought tears to my eyes.
I was broken out of my futuristic thoughts when I felt the man who held my heart climb into bed with me. He wrapped one of his arms around me and we cuddled up together. Right before I fell asleep, my last thought was that I had never felt so cherished in my entire life.
The night had been magical and even in the car now, my stomach was getting little butterflies in it, just thinking about our first time together.
There was still one tiny feeling that kept bothering me after all these years. Even though, Jackson was the perfect husband and treated me like a queen, I felt that he was hiding something from me. We had been married for three years, waiting until I graduated college to say our “I do’s”. He and I had been together for the past five years, and shortly after we got married, we purchased the red brick, two story home that we lived in since.
In that time, I had tried on several different occasions to get him to open up to me about what he was hiding from me, but he always said that he was perfectly happy with me and our life together and that he wasn’t hiding anything. But I could tell that he was not being one hundred percent truthful.
Jackson was an amazing husband for a dozen reasons, but he did have one flaw: he was a horrible liar. Whenever he was lying, he couldn’t look me in the eye. Every time I asked him about it, he would look anywhere except at me and then he would quickly change the subject.
I decided that once I felt better I would finally get my husband to tell me the truth about what he had been hiding from me for all these years.
Remembering that I wasn’t feeling well made me squirm inside as I realized Jackson would not be too happy with me at the moment. He was a phenomenal husband, but he could be a little bossy sometimes. For instance, whenever I was sick, he treated me like a child. He would call my boss and tell him that I was sick and would not be coming into work that day. Then he would make me stay in bed all day—which drove me absolutely insane as I always felt like I had to be doing something, no matter how sick I felt. My husband did not like that, and he even threatened to tie me to the bed the last time I was sick because I wouldn’t stay in bed. So, I learned quickly that if I was not feeling well, it was best to hide it from my darling husband, or else I would have to deal with complete bed rest for at least two days.
With that thought in mind, I picked my head up from the steering wheel and decided that it was time to go into the house and face my husband. I just hoped that he would stay calm when he found out how sick I was feeling.
I pinched my cheeks in the hope that it would give my face some color. I had been as white as a ghost all day and if he saw that, he would immediately make me go upstairs and stay in bed for the entire weekend.
As I opened the door and walked into the light yellow laundry room, my nose was assaulted with delicious smells coming from the kitchen, while my ears were bombarded by the sounds of the washing machine.
“Hi, honey! I’m home,” I called to Jackson over the sounds of the washing machine as I took off my black high heels and placed them on the shoe mat. I placed my briefcase and purse on the dryer as he came into the laundry room from the kitchen and gave me a big hug.
“Hi, baby girl! How was your day at work today?”
The two of us hugging was a sight to see. Jackson was 6’ 2’’, and 220 pounds of pure muscle. He had beautiful sandy brown hair that slightly curled around his ears, and his skin was perfect, without any freckles or blemishes on it. His eyes were like looking into a bowl full of decadent, milk chocolate. I could just stare at his eyes all day.
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.