I firmly closed the door to my truck and headed up the path to Robert and Juliana’s house. I always liked their home. It was a nice two-story brick house. My favorite part was their front porch with the swing. I imagined if Samantha and I had one like that, we would spend many nights outside looking up at the stars.
I rang the doorbell and took a step back. Juliana and Samantha had a play date today and it was time for me to pick my little girl up.
The door opened a moment later to a smiling Robert, Juliana’s fiancé and daddy.
That’s a good sign, I thought. If the girls had been misbehaving, he’d be ready to pull his hair out.
“Hey, how are you doing?” he asked.
“I should be asking you that. You’re the one who just had to watch the girls for the past four hours.”
He chuckled as he moved aside to let me in.
“They’ve been really great today. First, they played hide and seek. After about an hour, they switched to playing with Play-Doh. After that, they had lunch. We discovered that Samantha really likes avocado. Finally, they settled down and are watching The Little Mermaid with some of their dolls. Honestly, if you had arrived here ten minutes later, you would have found them asleep.”
The thought crossed my mind to leave and come back ten minutes later. Samantha sometimes wasn’t always the easiest to get to take a nap, whether she was in her little headspace or when she was her normal self.
“Come on, they already know you’re here,” Robert stated, waving his hand for me to follow him.
“You really are the best, man. Thank you for watching my little girl this afternoon.”
Last night, some urgent business had come up and it would’ve been a lot more challenging to complete my work when Samantha was running around acting little.
“I know what you mean. When Juliana regresses, I need to focus my full attention on her or else there’s a chance she could burn the house down.”
We both laughed as we walked into the living room to find our girls snuggled together, a blanket draped over them as they each held a stuffed animal while watching their movie.
They really did look like little kids right now. All cuddled next to each other, whispering. They were probably talking about how pretty Ariel’s dress was. That was usually what Samantha whispered to me when I watched a Disney movie with her.
When her head turned toward Robert and me, a big smile crossed her face as her sparkling blue eyes lit up and she flung the blanket away from herself, jumped off of the couch and into my arms.
“Daddy, you’re here!” she exclaimed.
“Hello, little one. How are you?”
“I’m good. Juliana and I had lots of fun today! We played a bunch of games and then Uncle Robert made us these turkey sandwiches with green stuff on them. At first, I thought it’d be icky, but I tried it and really loved it! After lunch we sat down to watch a movie.”
“It sounds like you had a very busy day. Are you tired at all, little girl?”
“No,” she lied, letting out a yawn at the same time.
“Are you sure?”
She shrugged, which meant she knew she was getting sleepy, but she didn’t want to admit it out loud.
“Don’t forget about our big question,” Juliana chimed in from the couch. She had moved so she was leaning over the edge, facing us. Her black curls were pulled back into a ponytail today.
“What big question?” Robert asked, going over to his fiancée and placing a kiss on her forehead.
Samantha looked up at me, her eyes as wide as saucers. I knew whatever she was going to ask me was going to be a doozy.
“Juliana and I were wondering if maybe next weekend, we could have a sleepover?”
“Please, Daddy! Please!” Juliana begged, facing her daddy.
Robert and I looked at one another. We both shrugged our shoulders at the same time. If he was okay with it, then so was I.
“It’s fine with me,” I said.
“Me too,” Robert seconded.
“Thank you, Daddy!” both Juliana and Samantha bellowed at the same time, as Samantha hugged me tightly again, and Juliana barreled over to Robert and jumped into his arms.
When the thanking ended, I asked, “Where would you guys like to have it? Our house or here?”
“Our house, please,” Samantha answered.
That was all right with me. Normally, every weekend the girls had a play date and Robert and I would take turns hosting. Sometimes, Meghan would take them so her husband and little boy, Joey could join in on the fun.
Robert had watched them this weekend, so I was fine with having the sleepover at our house, since it was my turn to watch them next weekend anyway.
“That works for me. As long as it’s okay with Uncle Robert.”
Everyone in the room turned toward him and he said, “It’s fine with me too, as long as you promise to behave, Juliana, while you’re there.”
“Of course I will, Daddy. I promise.”
“Then that’s settled. Robert, why don’t you bring Juliana over on Saturday around four in the afternoon. If that works for you.”
“Juliana will be at your house then.”
Turning to face Samantha, I asked, “Can you please go and grab the toys that you brought over here today? It’s time for us to go.”
She nodded as Juliana said, “I’ll help you.”
The girls dashed out of the room.
“You sure you’re going to be all right with those two for an entire night?” Robert asked.
“Yeah. They’re well behaved. If I have any major problems, I’ll call you. However, I don’t think that’ll be an issue.”
Robert nodded as the girls came flying back into the room.
“Got everything, Samantha?”
“Yes.” She held her Molly doll and two stuffed animals in her arms.
“Bye, Juliana. Bye, Uncle Robert.”
“Bye,” Juliana said.
We headed out their front door and to the car. I opened the back seat door for Samantha to climb through.
We decided that whenever she was acting little, it would be best for her to sit in the back seat to help keep her in a little headspace.
I buckled her in, closed the door, and got into the driver’s seat.
We waved at Juliana and her daddy as they stood on their porch waving goodbye to Samantha and me as we pulled out of their driveway. We drove in silence for a couple of minutes. Samantha was looking out the window at the passing scenery.
“So, you had lots of fun at Uncle Robert and Juliana’s house this afternoon?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, letting out another yawn.
Looking out my rearview mirror, I could see her eyes start to droop. I knew it would only be a matter of moments before she’d be fast asleep. Whenever she wasn’t the one behind the wheel, the steady motion of the car always lulled her into dreamland.
Sure enough, by the time we pulled into the driveway, she was out like a light.
Quietly, I stepped out of the car and walked over to her side. With Samantha and Molly both safe in my arms, and after shutting the door as softly as I could, I carried my wife straight to her little room and tucked her into her day bed, making sure to put Molly right next to her. From past experience, I knew she wouldn’t be asleep for long if her favorite doll wasn’t right next to her.
She started to whimper a little and slowly, her right thumb crept up to her mouth. I hated when she sucked on any of her fingers because of all the germs on them. I snagged one of the spare pacifiers that we kept in the room and popped it gently into her mouth. She started to suck on it immediately and let her hand fall to her side.
I watched her for a few minutes, still amazed at how lucky I was to have such a perfect wife. A few strands of her blond hair fell in front of her face and I pushed them behind her ear, not wanting her to be disturbed from her slumber.
My cellphone vibrated in my pocket. Placing a kiss on her forehead, I quietly crept out of the room, closing the door behind me before heading to my office to answer my phone and get some work done.
“Hey there, sleepyhead.”
Samantha stood in the doorway to my office, looking at me with half-closed eyes, still clutching her Molly doll. She was so adorable when she first woke up.
I opened my arms, inviting her in, and she came into them to cuddle with me. She snuggled close, placing her head on my shoulder, as I ran my fingers through her blond hair.
This was my favorite part about her taking a nap. After she woke up, she would still be pretty groggy, so we would snuggle for a good fifteen minutes.
“Thank you for agreeing to let Juliana come over next weekend for a sleepover.”
“You’re welcome, baby girl.”
She shifted on my lap, probably trying to find a more comfortable spot, and then let out a contented sigh.
We cuddled like that for a while. Some might think it was a waste of time, but I enjoyed being so close to my wife.
“I want to give you a proper thank you for letting Juliana stay over next weekend.” She leaned her head up to face me and gave me a sweet smile and a kiss.
My cock got hard as I inferred what she meant.
“Go put Molly on your day bed and meet me in our bedroom,” I ordered.
She wiggled off my lap, sending me a devilish grin as I let out a small moan at her movement. My naughty wife knew what it did to me when she jiggled her ass over my hard shaft.
Leaving my office, I headed straight for our bedroom and to our bed. Reaching underneath, I pulled out the box of our play items. It was easy to choose exactly which implements I was going to use on my sweet wife today. Pulling out some fleece-lined handcuffs, a suede flogger, and a blindfold, I put them all on my nightstand, and kicked the box underneath the bed again before taking a seat on the mattress.
She came to the doorway and paused, her eyes intent on the items I had placed on the nightstand. I knew that she was going to enjoy our play.
“Samantha.” Her gaze went straight to mine. “Come over here.”
She dashed over, between my open legs. I gently grabbed one of her hands in each of mine.
“Are you ready to have some fun?”
“Yes, Sir,” she nodded rapidly.
“Good girl. You tell me if you’re not enjoying our play.”
“Excellent. Undress for me.”
She took a step back and slowly began to take off her clothes. She started with her shirt, peeling it over her head. Then she removed her pants and tossed them into our dirty laundry bin.
She winked as she did a little twirl in her matching red underwear set. Ever so slowly, she pulled her panties down, revealing her bare pussy. Her bra followed after that.
My cock got even harder at the sight of her in her birthday suit. She had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were the perfect size, not too big, but not too small. Her ass wasn’t large, but it wasn’t flat either. It was amazing to spank and leave reddened.
“Stand between my legs, Samantha.” She followed my order quickly. I grabbed both of her hands in mine and said, “You are absolutely stunning.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she blushed, casting her gaze downwards.
No matter how long we were married, she always became shy when I gave her a compliment about her body.
I nudged her out between my legs so I could stand up. “Turn around.”
She did as she was told as I grabbed the fuzzy handcuffs. I clicked them around her wrists, making sure that there was a little give, so she didn’t hurt herself if she pulled on her restraints.
I placed the blindfold over her eyes as I wanted to keep her from knowing what was coming next.
“I want you to lean over the bed.”
I guided her onto the bed. Her upper body laid on the mattress as her lower body hung off of it. It was at the perfect angle for me to play with her delectable ass.
I noticed her breaths beginning to come out in small pants. She was getting aroused by the anticipation of what was going to happen next.
Wanting to start her off easy before I used the flogger, I sat on the side of the bed and gave her ass a good smack.
“Oh,” she moaned loudly.
I continued to spank each cheek, alternating where my strokes landed. My spanks were light and I only focused on her butt, not her sit spots since this was a fun spanking. She hated having her sit spots smacked.
She wiggled a little on the comforter, and my guess was that she was trying to control the fire between her legs. My lovely wife enjoyed her spankings.
Once her ass was a nice shade of pink and well heated, I reached for the flogger.
I slithered it up and down her back, around her bottom, and between her legs. Her pussy was glistening with her juices.
After I teased her some more, I stood and started to rain the flogger down on her ass. Since this was suede and I was using lighter strokes, I wasn’t as careful about where the straps landed. I knew that the attention was probably feeling more like a massage to her than anything.
“Oh, Jackson,” she moaned again, rubbing her thighs together.
I stopped the flogging and brought my hand down hard on her bottom.
“No moving, naughty girl. You are mine and I will decide when you will receive your pleasure. Spread your legs far apart.”
“Yes, Sir.” She eagerly did as I commanded.
I picked the flogger up again and swatted her ass with it a couple of more times.
I stopped and ran the suede strands over her drenched mound.
Her body shivered at the attention. I knew with a simple flick of my wrist I could send her over the edge. However, she was going to have to continue to wait.
“I think we’ve had enough of this.”
“Please, Sir,” she begged, nudging her bottom a fraction closer to the flogger that I was still moving between her legs.
“Patience, my dear.”
I placed the implement back on my nightstand and unlocked the cuffs around her wrists.
“I want you to lie down by the headboard.”
She dashed to the front of the bed, but since she was wearing a blindfold, she had a bit of difficulty.
I helped her get into the position that I wanted.
“Lift your left arm up.”
She did. I grabbed it and placed one of the cuffs back on it. I wrapped the restraint around our iron headboard and took her other wrist and cuffed that. “Spread your legs wide.”
She was now in the exact position I wanted. Her arms were restrained, so she couldn’t move, her head was elevated by the pillow, and her legs were wide open for my viewing pleasure.
She looked incredibly attractive. Her bare pussy was soaked with her juices, while her breasts moved up and down at a rapid pace as she breathed. Her eyes were blindfolded. She was at my mercy to let me do with her as I pleased. My cock got even harder at the sight. I was tempted to take her right now, but I wanted to draw out this scene to get the most pleasure from it as possible.
I picked the flogger up again and slowly ran it around the front of her body. She moaned when I lightly swatted her swollen breasts. My wife loved having her breasts played with.
I smacked them with the flogger and she arched up as she let out a growl.
“Since you have been such a good girl,” I teased, running the tips of the flogger through her bare pussy, “you may come.”
With a simple flick of my wrist, the tails of the flogger hit her swollen clit. I watched my sweet wife coming hard, gasping for breath as her body shook with pleasure. I let the flogger continue to dance over her clit, prolonging her pleasure.
When she finished, her body was covered in sweat and she was panting. Quickly, I removed all of my clothes before taking the blindfold and the handcuffs off of her.
“How are your arms feeling?” I questioned, taking a seat on the side of the bed as I rubbed her wrists to make sure that the cuffs hadn’t hurt her when she’d pulled on them when she came.
She sent me a big smile and when she did, I noticed her eyes were fully dilated. It appeared that she was a bit loopy from all of the pleasure that she had just received.
I let her hands drop to her lap as I leaned forward to kiss her.
Pulling back a moment later, I reached for a condom in my nightstand drawer. I placed it over my naked member and saw Samantha start to close her eyes.
Chuckling, I ordered, “No going to sleep. I’m not done with you yet, missy.”
She giggled as I covered her body with mine.
I kissed her soft, rosy lips as she ran her hands over my back. My tongue danced with hers as I dove it into the recesses of her mouth.
I brought my hardened shaft over her opening before finally plunging into her. Her inner muscles squeezed my cock so tight, I had to focus in order not to orgasm. No matter how many times I made love to my wife, it felt better and better each time.
I pulled out and drove back in.
We developed a steady pace. She met me thrust for thrust as she pulled me closer to her when we kissed.
Letting my hands fall between us, I played with her hardened nipples, tugging and squeezing them. I knew how much she liked a tiny bit of pain with her pleasure.
When she moved her hands up to my hair and tightened her grip, I could tell that she was about to go over the edge.
Breaking the kiss, I smiled down at her. “Do you want to come, my dear?”
“Yes, Sir. Please,” she begged.
I loved to hear her beg.
“Come, Samantha,” I ordered as I thrusted into her again, my pelvis hitting her distended clit.
I kissed her, swallowing her cries as she found her release. I continued to thrust in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm until finally, I buried myself in her, my balls pulling close to me, and I found my own release.
When I finished, I pulled out of her and fell to the side. We both stayed there on the bed for several minutes catching our breaths. Finally, I stood up, removed the condom, tossed it in the trash, got a wet washcloth and returned to bed.
I always found it so cute that after Samantha and I had sex she would get so shy about letting me clean her. It never got old.
“You really don’t have to do that every time, Jackson. I can do it myself.”
“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t take care of you,” I asked, as I finished my cleaning and tossed the washcloth in our dirty clothes bin.
I laid back down in bed and snuggled her close, laying her head on my naked chest as I wrapped my arms around her.
“Thank you again for letting Juliana and me have a sleepover next weekend,” she said, looking up at me.
“You’re quite welcome, dear. In fact, if this is going to be the thank you I get every time I let her stay over for a weekend, we might have to let her stay over every weekend.”
She giggled at my joke.
Life was good in the Briggs house.