The Lawsons Pt 9

This is a continuation of The Lawsons Pt. 8

Recap - Samantha's first day was a whirlwind of activity. With Roger and Sarah going to Italy for their honeymoon, Sarah was forced to put Samantha through her paces to give her a sturdy footing on what is expected of her and how to do it. In Italy, Sarah fell in love with their vacation home and was made to feel like a queen by her husband, but both she and Roger missed Emma deeply. Cutting their vacation short, they returned home one week early. Back home, Roger gives his wives the day off while he rewards Samantha's hard work with a fun day on the farm, taking her out for a ride on Clover and Jupiter, followed by a cookout/pool party with Roger, Emma, and Sarah. Having had too much to drink, Samantha makes drunken comments about Roger and has to spend the night in their home. When she wakes early, she hears Roger and Sarah having sex, which she asks Emma about later. Roger's rule of honesty takes precedence, so the trio tell Samantha everything, with Sarah filling in the rest of the details before Roger heads off for his surgery.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction.

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Roger and Emma returned seven hours later, his vasoepididymostomy being successful according to the surgeon. Of course, whether he would be able to get Emma or Sarah pregnant remained to be seen, but it would be at least three weeks before his doctor would take a sample to check. He was not allowed to have sex, and definitely not ejaculate, for at least that amount of time, possibly more.

Emma called ahead to have Sarah meet them at the front door. Roger was fighting the anesthesia, but he still couldn't walk without help. Emma was surprised to see that Samantha was still there when they arrived but didn't bother to ask about it at the time. Even with Sam's help, Roger was having difficulty and, for some reason, once they got into the foyer he began leaning forward.

"We can't drop him! Emma, get under his arm!" Sarah yelled.

Samantha let loose of him, inhaled deeply and yelled, "A-ten-HUT!" Roger immediately stood straight up but swayed ever so slightly. "Half-step, MARCH!" she yelled again. "Keep him steady," she said as she watched him walk forward in small steps. Once he approached the steps, she didn't know what to say. If he wasn't paying attention, he would just faceplant. So, she decided to punt. "UP the STAIRS, half-steps, Marine!"

Emma and Sarah were all smiles, happy that it was working but also amazed that it was. Once at the top of the steps, Samantha had to make up something else. "Down the hall, half-steps!" she barked.

Amazingly, he just began walking down the hall with Sarah and Emma steadying him. Only once did he start leaning to one side onto Emma. "Smarten up, there, Marine!"

"Aye, aye..." he mumbled, trailing off.

Sam ran down to open the door and waited until he was close to the bed. "Squad, HALT!" On command, he stopped moving with his last foot stomping down harder than it should have. He grunted softly and let out a slight whimper but remained standing at attention.

"Momma, we have to get him in bed, but we have to get these clothes off of him," Emma said. "It was incredibly difficult to get him into them after the surgery."

"Uhh," Sam said, "I should probably get going."

"Don't you dare, young lady!" Sarah said. "We need your help."

"But he's--"

"Not going to have any idea that you've seen him naked," Sarah interjected. "Now get over here and unzip his pants while we hold him up."

She hesitated, but Emma jerked her head over toward them, so Samantha quickly moved in front of him. "Unbutton at the top, zip down," Emma said. "And for the love of all things holy,

please

be careful. He doesn't wear underwear."

Samantha unbuttoned the top button and gently slid the zipper down. She knew it wasn't the right time for it, but she found this whole situation very erotic and could feel a familiar feeling between her legs. Not having pulled a man's pants down like this, she put her fingers into his waistband and knelt as she pulled his pants down.

"Oh--look out!" Sarah said, but it was too late. Roger's cock fell down in front of him, coming to rest for several moments, lengthwise, against Samantha's lips.

She fell on her ass, stunned, breathing heavily. She had turned bright red and was afraid to move.

"Sam? Sam!" Emma said. "We still need you."

"I--I..." she said, her breath trembling.

"Come on, baby girl," Sarah said. "It's okay. We can do it."

It took several long minutes for them to get him up into the bed against the pillows, removing his shoes and pants. Emma, a little perturbed, turned to Samantha who was in a fetal position against the bed.

"Sam!? What happened?" she asked angrily.

"Emma!" Sarah hissed, shaking her head. She sat down by Samantha and put an arm around her. "Sam? Are you okay, honey?"

"I..." She looked at Emma and teared up. "I'm so sorry!"

Now Emma was worried about her. Sliding down on the other side of her, she rubbed her back. "Sam, whatever it is, I assure you that it is fine. But we need to know if you're okay."

"I'm sorry, Sarah," Sam said. "I didn't mean it. I didn't--"

"Samantha, honey, listen to me," Sarah said, pulling Sam's head against her chest. "What happened?"

"I...I had an orgasm," she said quietly and looked down at the floor. "And I think I peed on your carpet." Tears were flowing now. She was embarrassed, scared, and ridiculously horny at the same time.

"Oh, Samantha," Sarah said, trying to hold back a loud chuckle. "Honey, it's okay. Really, it is!"

Emma kissed the side of her head. "Sam, until that happened, you were the only woman in this room that Roger

hadn't

made that happen to. So, I guess...welcome to the club."

To their surprise, Samantha had never heard of squirting with an orgasm. As Sarah explained it to her, Emma ran to the kitchen to get ice packs for Roger. He was under strict orders to keep ice on himself for at least the next two days.

* * * *

Roger didn't wake up fully until eleven-thirty the next morning. Emma and Sarah had done an amazing job of coaxing his pain medication into him, which just knocked him out again. He didn't like taking pain meds, so the narcotic mixture really did a number on him.

His eyes fluttered open and, immediately, he felt pain. Wincing, he tried to sit up from the lying position he had been in. When he did, he felt two very cold, slushy bags fall from his crotch, down his legs, and onto the bed.

"Oh! Cold! Cold!" He moved the bags, which had been very hard ice packs when first applied, to the edge of the bed.

He looked around the room, noticing how dark it was. The girls must have kept the blinds closed so that he could sleep as long as he needed. But he thought he heard Sarah's voice and, when he looked toward the desk, he saw a petite brunette and assumed it was her.

"My Sarah," he said with a lopsided smile, still under the effects of the pain medication.

"Uhh," Samantha said, then looked at the phone in her hand. Sarah had requested that Samantha video call her when Roger woke up. "He thinks I'm you."

"I think it's your hair," Sarah replied. "Can you take the phone over to him?"

Samantha stood and walked to the bed with Sarah's face pointed toward Roger. It took a few blinks from Roger before he realized that the woman holding the phone was not his wife, but Samantha. When he squinted at the phone, he finally saw Sarah and smiled. But there was a moment of panic when he grabbed at the sheet to make sure he was covered.

"Hello, my love," Sarah said. "How do you feel?"

He shook his head, trying to clear out the cobwebs. "I'm fine. Where are you? Where's Emmabelle?" He focused on Samantha again and added, "Hello, Samantha."

She waved awkwardly as Sarah continued. "Aubrey is still sick, so Emma is out at the stables taking care of the horses. And I am trying to find an athletic supporter for you." When he focused, he could see that Sarah was walking through a parking lot and then entering a store. "We forgot to pick one up for you and you are required to wear one."

He nodded. "Thank you, Sarah. I'll be here when you return." He began scooting toward the edge of the bed to stand. It worked for a moment until his legs wobbled and he sat back down.

"Roger!" Samantha said, circling the bed. "What are you doing?"

"I need to, um..." he hesitated, trying to form a coherent sentence, "...use the bathroom," he said as he tried to stand again but failed.

"Samantha, turn me toward him again, please," Sarah said and waited until she was facing her husband. "Honey, you have two options: hold it until Emma or I get home," she paused to sigh, "or let Samantha help you."

"What!?" Samantha shrieked as she turned the phone back around. "Sarah, I--" she pulled the phone closer to her face and whispered, "he's not wearing any pants. I can see, um, the, uh...his outline, um..."

"Samantha, I'm not going to force you to do this, but if we're being honest, it's not something you haven't seen before. I would very much appreciate it if you could help him."

Samantha's shoulders slumped. "Sarah, what if what happened last night--"

"I hate to say it like this, Sam, but you're a Marine. Roger would tell you to square your shoulders back and do what needed to be done." She paused, then added, "And if that happens again, enjoy it...but

don't

drop him."

Sam stood up straight and nodded. "I'll do my best, Sarah."

"Okay, dear. I shouldn't be much longer. And thank you," she said before the line disconnected.

"Roger, I'm going to help you into the bathroom," Samantha said after shoving the phone into her back pocket. "Sarah's orders."

He was holding his groin as he sat, swaying slightly. "I don't..." he tried to say, but the words escaped him. "O-okay," he finally said.

Seeing him with no shirt on was no big deal. Men go shirtless all the time. She smiled at his tattoos and frowned slightly when she saw what looked like two scars from bullet wounds. It was then that she remembered seeing his uniform up close after the wedding and remembering just how many ribbons and devices he'd had. If nothing else, this man deserved as much help as she could give him because of his service to the country.

She sat on the bed next to him and draped his right arm around her shoulders, then on the count of three, she helped him stand. "Oh wow, you are heavy," she said. When he began to wobble again, she looked down to make sure he wasn't tripping on something and saw the sheet he'd wrapped around him fall back to the bed. "Oh...wow," she whispered, getting a full view.

"Eyes front...Marine," he said quietly.

"Yes, First Sergeant. Sorry."

They made it to the bathroom, and she positioned him in front of the toilet, using her foot to lift the lid and the seat. "Okay, Roger," she said as she shifted to standing behind him, putting her hands on his waist. "Uh, I don't think I can leave you alone but I'm going to try to hold you up from back here. Give you some sort of privacy, at least."

He swayed but she tried to keep him upright. His hand went down to his crotch, and she heard him sigh happily, but she didn't hear any splashing. When she peeked around the front, she saw a stream of urine hitting the back of the toilet. "Shit," she said. "Roger, aim down. Down!"

He just kept going and his aim wasn't improving. "Oh my god," she whispered, then said, "I'm sorry, Roger," as she circled her arms around him, her head at the left side of his body. With her right arm she moved his hand out of the way and grasped his member, pointing it down into the water. She tried letting go, but his cock was so large and thick that it just pointed straight down, splashing piss on their feet. "Fuck!" she said, realizing what she would have to do.

She wrapped her hand around him again and pointed the head toward the toilet. She was so nervous and excited all at once. Her hand didn't even fit completely around his girth, and just the head of it was so big! Her loins began tingling again but she fought to keep the sensation at bay.

It seemed like they were standing there for twenty minutes while he urinated. She then realized that he hadn't been to the bathroom since before he'd returned from the hospital, so he had plenty to spill. Rolling her eyes, she figured she was in for the long haul. At one point she found her thumb rubbing his shaft. Gasping, she stopped and chastised herself. Finally, though, he was finished, and she repositioned herself back under his right arm for the trip back to the bed.

As they sat back on the bed Emma walked into the bedroom. "Is he okay?"

"He had to pee for about an hour. The pain meds are really tripping him up," Samantha said as she removed his arm and stood. "Can you slide back up?" she asked him.

He nodded, smacked his lips, and tried to stand again. "No, honey," Emma said, walking over to him. "Back in the bed."

Roger slowly lowered himself and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Emma, I'm sorry," Samantha said, "but Sarah made me help him. I told her he was, um, like this."

Emma put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "It's okay. Thank you for helping him. This morning just didn't work out for us in the timing. We're so lucky you were here for us."

Sam walked to the desk chair and sat down. As she removed her shoes Emma looked at her curiously. "Oh, please tell me he didn't pee on you," she said.

Sam sighed. "It was my fault." She looked up at Emma. "Complete honesty, right?"

Emma cocked her head curiously but nodded. "Sam, I promise you, it's okay. You can tell me."

She pulled off her second shoe and began removing her socks. "I told him to go, so he did, but he was pointing himself too high and pissing all over the back of the toilet making a mess." With a huff she continued. "I...I had to hold him, um, down there. I pointed him into the bowl then I let go thinking he was good to go."

"Oh, no, honey," Emma said, fighting back a chuckle. She felt bad for Sam but also thought it was funny.

"Yeah. I don't have to tell you that he's huge, so the weight just pointed him straight down and, well," she gestured to her shoes and even the bottoms of her jeans. "So, I had to hold him again until he was finished." She was bright red and looked so apologetic. "I'm sorry, Emma," she added. "I don't know what came over me. I started feeling all--" She paused, her eyes tearing up. "Like last night, you know? And then I...I rubbed my thumb on him a bit. But I realized what I was doing and stopped, and I fought back that feeling from happening again." She looked into Emma's eyes. "I am a horrible person." She stood and began to walk out the door. "You shouldn't have hired me."

Emma caught up to her in the hallway and stopped her. "Samantha, honey, listen. I know better than anyone that type of feeling. I'd never been with anyone before Roger. And with the mix of his deep feelings for me, and the immense size of other things, I felt mesmerized just like you did." She took both of her hands. "I understand, and you have nothing to apologize for. It's human nature, especially when you're in an impossible situation like that. So, think nothing of it."

"But I took advantage of him," Samantha said with a hitch in her voice. "I'm no better than the guy who--"

"The guy who what?" Emma asked, her inner alarm bells going off.

Samantha clammed up and pulled her hands away from Emma. "Nothing. Just...forget it." Her eyes drifted past Emma to the bedroom. "Oh, no!" she said as she pulled Emma along with her.

Roger was standing again and having a very hard time of it. "Roger!" Emma snapped. "You get your ass back in that bed right now, or I swear to you that you're cut off for three months!"

He flinched at hearing his name from Emma. Instinctively he knew that she was pissed, and he had about three seconds to do what she told him. Grunting and holding his groin he lowered himself back onto the bed and slowly crawled into the middle. He looked at Emma like a whipped puppy. "Just...thirsty."

"Then you ask for help, mister, do you understand me?" she said angrily as she snatched a bottle from the table they'd set up with drinks and snacks. Opening it she held it to his mouth, pulling it away as he tried to take it. She gently let him sip at it making sure not to spill any on him. Sitting on the bed beside him, she pulled his head against her chest. "You owe your wives a baby, sir. I will not let you fuck this up."

"I'm sorry, Emmabelle," he whispered. "I'll do better."

"I know you will," she said as she hugged his head and kissed it. "Sam, hand me that bottle of pills, please?"

Samantha picked up the bottle, and when he heard it rattling, Roger pulled back from Emma shaking his head. "No. Please, I can't--" he rubbed his head. "I don't like this...fog. I can't..."

"Aww," Emma said as she hugged him again. "Honey, listen to me, please. Without this, you will be in immense pain."

He shook his head again. "Ibuprofen."

She pulled his head up and looked at him sweetly. "Take this one," she said, "and I promise that this will be the last one." He shook his head again. "Take the damn pill, Roger!" she demanded, then softened hugging him to her. "I can't watch you in pain like this! Please? Please, my love?"

He nodded slowly. After swallowing the pill for Emma, he snuggled up against her chest. "Need to eat," he said quietly.

Without waiting to be told, Samantha grabbed one of the soft power bars from the table and began opening it. "Thank you," Emma said. "Now go hop in the shower. I'm sure you have more of his pee on your feet. When you come out, Sarah's clothes are on the left in that closet. Wear whatever you need, okay?"

Samantha nodded, disappearing into the bathroom. Emma was going to yell out to her to close the door since the view into the bathroom from their bed gave them a good view into the shower and of the bathtub, but Roger was already buzzing lightly, and she didn't want to wake him up. It just so happened that the only part of the shower that wasn't walled off, the entrance, was in view from the bed. She shrugged it off and let whatever happened happen.

She sat with Roger holding him and lightly rubbing his head. She had learned early on that he enjoyed feeling her fingers on his head rubbing him that way. It was very relaxing for him. She also enjoyed having his head lay on her chest in this way. It didn't look very comfortable for him, but he wasn't complaining, and neither was she.

He mumbled something under his breath. She leaned down to him and whispered, "I didn't hear you."

"Love...you, baby girl."

She smiled wide. "And I love you so much. So, so much," she said quietly.

The water turned on and Emma sat quietly watching Samantha shower. It was the first time she'd seen her completely nude and was very much turned on by the sight. Samantha was beautiful and Emma had seen her in the swimsuit she wore, but now there wasn't a stitch of cloth on her. She had long, black hair with an olive complexion. One side of her family must have been Asian because her blue eyes were hooded with slightly almond shaped lids. She was Emma's height and weight, approximately, but she had almost the same breast size as Sarah. And Emma's desire had come true because Samantha's nipples were pink and puffy, just the way Emma had hoped. And the toned muscles all over her body was a testament to her military service. The girl was so beautiful.

"Wow," she heard Roger whisper.

Emma looked down and saw that he was watching Samantha. "Wow, indeed. She's a stunner, my love."

Roger misheard Emma in his drug-induced state. But as Emma had said, being intoxicated makes you speak the truth that your sober mind hides. He mumbled, "I love...her, too," and just as quickly began snoring again.