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.
