Tom had been curious after Nora's recent
hold. He had started to establish a pattern and was beginning to wonder
if his adorable wife took pleasure from holding her bodily functions.
Initially he was conflicted. He was a pretty vanilla guy even by his own
standards, sex being something that was supposed to just work without
having to mix things up very much. So, his first thought was that Nora
was pretty kinky, and it was confusing, maybe a little strange, and
something he couldn't quite wrap his brain around.
He continued
thinking about it, secretly observing his wife for signs that she might
be holding in a full bladder or a big poop. The more he observed her,
the more he realized that she had become exceptionally talented at
concealing her needs from him and anyone else around them. It seemed
even when she must have been bursting, she could pretend she was
completely fine and keep holding longer. He couldn't help but be
impressed with Nora and her silent strength.
And as this thought
went through his brain, he realized he'd been inadvertently turned on
multiple times by her desperation, thinking of it at the time as just
simply tension in her body from life stressors, or whatever else might
have caused it. Suddenly it dawned on him that he might actually be
turned on by his gorgeous wife when she was desperate for a bathroom. It
was an unusual thought, especially for such a vanilla guy, but Tom
quickly tried to embrace it. He loved Nora more than anything, other
than his amazing daughter Lori. He truly had unconditional love for
both.
The thought registered briefly as to whether or not the
holding pleasure was a shared thing between mother and daughter. His
analytical brain told him it must be by now, but his logical side told
him to take it one step at a time. Prioritize and execute. He would
figure that part out later. For now, he knew he loved his wife, and
would find a way to confirm what he was piecing together in a way that
made Nora realize she was safe with him, and could share this no matter
what.
He quickly had another thought, which he'd have to address
with his potential intrusion into Nora's secret: how long had Nora been
holding? Was it a recent thing, or had she been doing it since before
they met? He thought back to a few times that he'd noticed little
indicators that she was holding, and he felt fairly certain that she'd
been a holder for a very long time. He'd need to confirm that, but how?
A
couple weeks after Nora's last hold, Tom finally came up with a plan.
He would patiently observe her, waiting to see even the slightest
indication that she needed to poop badly. Lori and Erica wouldn't be
home for another couple weeks, so there was time to execute his plan.
The second part was going to be slightly more difficult. Tom would try
to keep Nora occupied so she wouldn't be able to keep her needs
concealed from him as easily. Then, as it became obvious that she was
struggling to hold it, he would lovingly approach her, tactfully inform
her that he'd picked up on her secret, and still loved her no matter
what.
The next part was odd even for him, but he figured he could
handle it. He'd then inform Nora that she couldn't use the bathroom
unless he granted her permission, and would ask her to walk him through
her holding history while she was actively trying not to have an
accident. He figured it would be a major turn-on for her if his
assumptions were correct, and might even be a huge turn-on for him
watching his gorgeous wife squirm desperately. It would likely be a
turning point in their marriage too, and would likely make them even
closer, right in time for Lori and Erica to see it as an even better
example for their own relationship. It was about a perfect plan, even if
only Tom had a vote on it. He was excited to execute it.
A couple
days later as he was getting ready for work, he noticed Nora was in the
kitchen with a cup of coffee and her usual cereal. As he walked behind
her to give her a surprise kiss, he noticed he startled her a tiny bit,
and he heard a barely audible fart, and noticed Nora shifting her legs a
little bit. It was impossible to know how badly she needed to go, but
Tom knew she'd likely been holding it for some time, as it seemed she
did. He just hoped she wouldn't go today while he was at work, and that
he hadn't missed his opportunity. He made no indication he'd noticed her
motions to hold her load in, and slipped out the door as normal after
giving Nora a hug and kiss. He'd ask his manager for a day off for a
"contractor visit" tomorrow for some made up house work, and make sure
to be around Nora all day. If she was still holding, he'd try to keep
her occupied so her needs would quickly become more obvious, then he'd
execute the rest of his plan.
As Tom left the house, Nora was
thankful for the time alone to enjoy her full bowels and the pleasure
they were giving her. She'd emptied her desperately full bladder this
morning, and wasn't feeling much there yet, but she was trying to create
a similar experience to last time, just without the date night this
time around. She'd likely fill her bladder again before long, and would
likely have an accident sometime tomorrow morning after Tom left, though
she was hoping it wouldn't be quite as immediate as last time.
Nora
continued to hold her load in with greater difficulty as the morning
and afternoon progressed. She was farting regularly to relieve pressure,
knowing that she was going to get to the point where the farts were
going to start trying to push her massive shit into her panties, and
that tomorrow she'd be extremely desperate to poop. But Tom would be
gone, and she could enjoy the struggle in private before finally losing
control... or so she believed.
Between lunch and dinner, Nora
started prairie dogging, and she knew she was approaching her limit. It
could still wait until tomorrow and she knew it, but the urges were
becoming much stronger, and she felt her asshole opening nearly every
time now, sometimes with her log poking out into daylight, but she could
always suck it back in. She'd have to remember to be more subtle once
Tom got home in less than two hours.
Tom did arrive home around
his normal time, and Nora was actively fighting a major urge to shit as
he pulled in. She clenched, trying to will the urge to subside, which it
did moments before Tom came back in the door. She had to be subtle from
this point forward, and not let Tom into the game. Little did she know
he was already well inside the boundaries she thought only existed for
her own enjoyment. As Tom came in, he did seem a little different, but
Nora couldn't figure out why. It seemed like he had an edge of extra
happiness in him, but there wasn't any obvious reason why. He walked up
to her, gave her a hug and kiss, and Nora suddenly realized her bladder
was full as she very quietly crossed her legs. Tom picked up on it as
the game was afoot, and smiled to himself on picking up those subtle
cues without alerting Nora that he noticed. He'd catalogue those
indicators for later.
Tom cooked a quick dinner a little while
later, and they ate together, talking about the day and other random
things. From little signs, Tom could tell that Nora was still holding
her bladder. The little leg jiggle under the table that moved his drink
ever so slightly, the tiny change in her expression as her bladder must
have sent a strong warning signal, it all told Tom she was desperate to
pee, and he had to admit it was arousing him now that he was aware of
it. He hadn't seen an indication of her need to poop yet, but he was
keeping an eye out.
Nora got up from the table a few minutes
later, and put her dish in the washer. As she did, her poop started
poking out of her asshole, and she subconsciously clenched her cheeks
and hole. Tom was right behind her, but there was no way he'd notice
that she was desperately holding her shit.
Tom watched as Nora
bent over the dishwasher, and immediately noticed her squeezing her
cheeks together, and realized she was still holding her bowels. He
hadn't missed his opportunity after all, and could still execute his
plan if everything went as expected.
The evening went by
relatively quickly, Nora going pee very shortly after dinner, but she
didn't go again before bed. Was she going to hold it overnight? Tom had
to believe she would, which would make tomorrow morning significantly
more interesting. As they were getting in bed, he heard a muffled fart
under the sheets and quickly realized how desperate Nora was to poop as
she immediately winced thinking he wouldn't notice. He'd have to execute
his plan flawlessly tomorrow if he was going to leave enough time to
complete it, but he knew he had thought it through more than well
enough.
Tom slept lightly that night, thinking intently about
Nora's concealed desperation. He woke up shortly before she did,
observing her and admiring her sexy body as she clearly struggled even
in her sleep to hold her bowels and bladder. She was squirming slightly,
letting off a small squeaky fart every once in a while, and it was
becoming obvious to Tom that this morning was going to be immensely
enjoyable for both of them.
Tom wanted to make sure Nora believed
everything was normal this morning, right up until he didn't leave for
work and took his time enjoying breakfast with her, then small tasks
around the house to keep her from what she needed most. It was exciting,
but he had to be on top of his game if he was going to get it right.
With
that thought, Tom quickly and quietly got out of bed to shower,
dressing in casual clothes, hoping it wouldn't cause Nora to panic and
go find time away from him to relieve herself. He got to the kitchen and
started the coffee, got Nora's cereal ready, and started his English
muffin before grabbing coffee for himself and waiting on Nora to get
into the kitchen. When she did, he glanced up from his breakfast and
said cheerfully, "Good morning sweetheart!" It was obvious enough right
away that Nora was tense, as she was clearly still holding at least her
bowel movement. She was walking stiffly, legs together, and after a
moment she stopped to get coffee, crossed her legs, did an almost
imperceptible bob, and it was clear to Tom she was still holding a full
bladder too as the coffee pouring into her mug caused a mild shudder. It
couldn't have been more perfect, and Tom was going to have trouble
hiding his arousal until the time was right.
Nora was looking more
uncomfortable as breakfast went on, and it hadn't occurred to her
brain, consumed by desperation, that Tom was dressed differently than
usual. Finally, breakfast had gone longer than normal and Nora couldn't
figure out why. She decided to take action. "I'm going to go shower
now."
"Sounds good," Tom said, "I'll come join you, I need to clear some things out of my cabinet in there."
It
suddenly clicked for Nora, and she asked the only question that she
thought mattered at this point. "What do you mean," she inquired, "don't
you have to go to work?"
"No," Tom simply stated with no major
emotion in his voice, "I arranged a day off, I've been overdue for one. I
figured we should just spend the day together."
Nora quietly had one thought: "Shit!" Instead she said, "That would be nice!"
They
walked together to the bathroom, Nora grabbing her clothes from the
dresser on the way. How would she get her alone time for her accident
now? She couldn't figure it out, and she was quickly running out of
time. Her bladder was incredibly full, bulging slightly, and her poop
kept poking at her asshole, warning her that it wouldn't stay in her
bowels for too much longer.
As Tom made a show of pulling things
from his cabinet to purge the mess, he eyeballed his sexy wife in all
her desperate glory. It was obvious on her face a moment earlier that
she was in a minor panic realizing she wouldn't be alone today. Why
would she need to be alone? Was there something more than the hold in
play? Was she actually planning to have a private accident? Tom had to
admit that was a possibility, which meant Nora was likely at an extreme
level of desperation right now, and would be trying to find a way to get
time to herself. He had to act somewhat quickly if he was going to get
to the rest of his plan. He'd clear out a few things, and then hang out
in the bedroom waiting for Nora to get dressed so he knew she wouldn't
try to relieve herself.
Nora showered with difficulty, the running
water wreaking havoc on her bladder. She had to go so incredibly badly
now, and she couldn't seem to break away from Tom to have her private
accident. Her poop kept prairie dogging badly, and she was trying hard
to keep everything in while trying to figure out how she'd get some free
time to have her accident.
Nora didn't realize as she finished
showering that she was mildly dancing in place at her sink as she
brushed her hair and got dressed. Tom came in, startling her mildly as
he said, "You okay sweetie? You look a little fidgety."
Nora
thought in a mild moment of panic, "Am I being that obvious??" Instead
she willed herself to stop squirming and said, "No, I'm okay, just a
little sore."
Tom knew this was his opportunity to move forward
with his plan, as it was obvious she couldn't wait very much longer.
"Ummm..." Tom said, unsure exactly how to start, "can I be honest with
you?"
"Yes," Nora said, "always." It put Tom at ease, knowing she was ready to hear what he had to say.
"Where do I start," Tom said, "other than the obvious. I know you have to go to the bathroom badly."
Nora mildly squirmed as she heard this, in part from her desperation, but also from Tom having discovered her secret.
He
continued, "I've been observing you for a few weeks now, trying to
develop a pattern, pick up on little things, and become aware of them
despite your incredible talent for hiding it."
Nora was silently
squirming, unsure where this was going, very nervous that Tom was taking
it a very bad direction. Was her marriage at risk?
"I want to be
clear," Tom continued, "I was unsure how to feel at first, but I love
you no matter what, and you don't need to hide these things from me. I'd
be lying if I said I wasn't turned on by how desperate you are, and it
took me some time to realize that."
Nora was still squirming, but
realized this was going in a very good direction, way better than she
first thought, and she realized how much more she loved Tom for making
peace with this on his own.
"What I'm trying to say," Tom
concluded, "is that I want to hear all about when this started, how long
you've been doing it, all your experiences, everything. Oh, and by the
way," Tom said with a devilish grin, "you're not allowed to relieve
yourself until you catch me up."
Nora got a look of instant surprise on her face, then stammered, "W-Wait, what? Are you saying I need your permission to go?"
"That's
right," Tom said, "so let's talk. Well, you talk, I'll listen. The
longer it takes, the longer you'll have to hold it in. I assume you're
desperate to pee and poop?"
"Ummm... yeah... yes, I'm bursting for
both," Nora said, "and I'm barely holding on!" She winced again as she
said this and felt her poop prairie dogging badly again, and her bladder
screaming at her for an end to its suffering. She had no choice but to
hold on, and walk Tom through her holding history, and coincidentally it
turned her on. She said to Tom, "This is quite hot by the way, you
taking control of me like this. We need to consider it more often if
you're up for it. I love you, thank you for not seeing me as gross or
weird."
"I love you," Tom said, "that won't change."
Nora
smiled, which Tom returned with his own, and she proceeded to take Tom
through her entire holding history, from her early high school years all
the way to the present day, squirming and grunting occasionally the
whole time as she struggled not to piss or shit her pants.
It took
an agonizing half an hour to share all her experiences, at which point
Nora was past desperate, she was frantic to get to a toilet. She nearly
pleaded, "Tom, I need to go so badly! Can I please go to the bathroom??"
Tom looked at his darling desperate wife and said, "Well, not yet, I still have a couple questions."
Nora suddenly yelped, and Tom watched as a large wet spot formed on her crotch. She begged, "Oh God, please let me go!"
"Not
yet," Tom said, "first, questions." Nora was groaning now with
desperate urges wracking her body, her poop pushing out of her asshole,
pee leaking in her pants, and still being kept from her relief. "Does
Lori know all this, and do you two engage in it together?"
"Nnnngh...
yes, she and I have held together as I mentioned, and I've been
teaching her and Erica how to discreetly hold like I can."
"Last
question, and this is the important one," Tom said with a grin that made
Nora a little nervous for some reason, "Be honest with me on this one.
If I had left for work as normal today, were you planning on having an
accident?"
Nora paused for a moment, not sure how honest to be,
then realized Tom had specifically said he'd love her no matter what.
"Ooooh...aaaah... yes, I was going to wait until I couldn't anymore, and
once I reached that point, I'd just lose control and thoroughly piss
and shit myself."
Tom leaned in and gave his wife a kiss and a hug
as she squirmed and grunted and said, "Then I guess you better hold it a
little longer dear."
Nora said in a seductive tone, "Tom, this is so hot, I love this for us, and thank you for diving in head first for me."
"I love you," Tom repeated again, "and I'm just trying to show you."
"It's
working," Nora said before groaning as her bladder and bowels screamed
for relief. She felt her poop stretching her asshole wide, and she
leaked some pee again, sending a small stream down her inner thigh. "But
holy shit, I'm about to explode! I don't know if I can hold on any
longer!"
"I guess we'll know when you actually have an accident."
Nora
flashed Tom a slightly nasty look at that statement, but continued her
desperate dance to hold her needs in check. It was working well for a
few more minutes, but Nora was at the end of her rope.
"Tom," she whined, "it's time, I can't hold it a second longer, I'm going to have an accident."
"Show me all you can," Tom said, "let's see what you've got!"
Nora
panted as she felt her bladder throbbing and her poop starting to touch
her panties, then sighed as her bladder let go entirely. She felt her
pants absorbing her piss as it flooded down her legs and onto the floor
of the bathroom as Tom watched in awe. It was nearly a two minute piss
when it finally ended, and Nora's pants were thoroughly soaked. There
was no time to savor it though, as she groaned with the girth of her
shit stretching her painfully open. "Tom," she said very calmly, "I'm
shitting my pants, watch." She turned her ass to face him as her poop
stretched her asshole painfully for nearly five minutes as it slowly
bulged out her pants. The feeling of the wide shit stretching her open
was orgasmic, and her knees wobbled, but Tom caught her in a loving
embrace as she finally finished loading her pants with her giant shit.
Tom was mesmerized, but Nora snapped him out of it as she purred, "I
need you so bad, and I don't want to take these panties off. How do you
feel about that?"
Tom grinned at his sexy wife as she took off her
pants, and they laid down on the bathroom floor and had the best sex
they'd had in years with Nora staying in her loaded panties for a while
afterward. Their marriage experienced a turning point, and their love
grew by leaps and bounds. They would explore this new shared interest
more as time went on.
