Nathan Billings was a strong man, or so he liked to think. He took care of himself, ate the right foods, and worked out religiously. He got his flu shot every year and made sure that he took his vitamins. Despite all of his efforts, though, Nathan contracted his yearly cold. He fought through the nasal congestion well enough, but once it got into his chest, he was down for the count. He called into work and told them he wouldn't be in Thursday and Friday. His doctor prescribed him some drugs to quell the coughing, but he told Nathan the best thing for him would be to rest and let the cold run its course. Nathan's wife Sherry worked as a head nurse at the regional hospital. Sherry cared deeply for her sick husband, but the demands laid on her by a short staff didn't allow her to stay home with her sick husband.
Nathan watched with his head propped up on pillows as his wife put on her scrubs prior to leaving for work. "I'm so sorry baby. I wish I could be here to just love on you and make you better," she said in a playful, but genuinely caring baby voice.
"Really honey, it's okay. I plan on drugging myself up and sleeping my way through this," he told her right before another coughing fit.
"Okay, well, I'm really worried about you. Do you want me to drive home at lunch," she asked.
"Babe, really, I'm okay. I don't want you to spend any time worrying about me. I'm going to be horrible to be around the next couple of days and I don't want to get you sick too," he urged her.
"Alright," she said with a little tinge of doubt in her voice. "I will get some more orange juice on the way home tonight and plan on giving you some extra special care." She sat on the bed next to him and rubbed his dick through the comforter that covered his body up to his neck. Her little stunt caused him to inhale a little deeper than he wanted and started another coughing fit. "Oh my baby, I'm sorry!"
"I'm alright. I'll hold you to that offer tonight," he said while trying to smile a reassuring smile.
She leaned forward and kissed his forehead and patted his cheek as she turned and walked downstairs to leave. Nathan heard her car pull out of the driveway. He looked at the alarm clock next to his bed and noted it was almost 7:30 am. He reached over to the liquid cough medicine and took two quick swigs, wincing as the bitter medicine traveled down his throat. He then took the bottle of pills his doctor had prescribed and chased the syrup with two more pills. He turned on the television to Sportscenter. He never made it through the first highlight before he started snoring.
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Helen Suggs was back from dropping her daughter off at day care. Despite her staying at home, she and her husband Paul decided that it was best for Tina to spend a few days a week at day care to get her acclimated to other children both physically and socially. Helen hated to admit it to herself, but the time alone was healthy for her too. She got a chance to get some personal time. Talking to a three-year-old all day can get to an adult.
Helen was tending to her laundry that Thursday morning. She was dividing the clothes by colors and whites. She then got to a pair of her panties. "Goodness," she said to herself as she noticed how big they were. Tina was three years old, but Helen couldn't seem to shake the weight she had gained from her pregnancy. She looked in the old mirror she had in the laundry room and frowned at her reflection. She wasn't a size six anymore. She stood with her hands on her hips and turned from side to side. Her hips were wider than before Tina was born, growing from thirty-three inches to thirty-eight, the growth going almost exclusively to her ass, which she turned to look at. She lifted her night shirt up and lamented the tan "granny panties" covering her now wider ass. She turned back around, dropping the shirt and held her breasts, one in each hand. One of the benefits of her extra weight was her bigger breasts. She had grown from a B-cup to a voluptuous C. At any rate, Helen didn't like her 142 pound frame, or the size 10 clothes she wore.
Paul was always reassuring, telling her how beautiful he thought she was, but it hardly showed up in their sex life. Helen missed the days when they would have sex at least five times a week. Now, she was lucky to "get some" once or twice a month. She reasoned it was the stress from his job, but reasoning still didn't fill the need she possessed. Helen wanted sex, and she wanted it more. Tina's day care days occasionally provided her the opportunity to relieve her desires, but at some point, she'd have to approach Paul about it or just start taking it from him whether he was ready or not. Her train of thought was interrupted by the phone ringing.
"Helen, it's Sherry. How's your morning going," the voice on the other end of the phone said.
"Great Sherry. What's going on?" Helen was perplexed by the phone call.
"Well, I need a favor from you. Nate has a really bad cold and I'm worried about him. He's at home today and tomorrow and I'm not going to be able to see him at lunch because of work. Could you pop by and make sure that he's taking his meds and maybe bring him some lunch," Sherry asked.