The top of laps

Chapter 2

It didn’t take us too many sessions, before we privately confronted each other (no way were we going to do it in front of the shrink). It’s amazing how two people who love each other deeply, have been married for 5 years, can be reduced to being as nervous as a boy and girl on their first date. Neither of us could really say what we wanted to.

I was the one with the sudden flash of genius. I told her to go fetch her laptop, and when she came back I had mine with me as well. I figured if I was as nervous as a teenager, we might as well play kid games, namely the ever popular “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.” , as I handed my laptop over.

We sat there on the bed facing each other for the better part of a tense half an hour. I couldn’t help but watch her face occasionally, eyes slightly wide, or the small gasps. She did the same, and I’d grin sheepishly when she found god only knows what. Our tastes strangely enough weren’t that different, although hers were a bit more extreme than mine, piercings being the tamest of things I found, pregnancy and well, other things I’d rather not mention. I was crestfallen though, that none of the pictures, or videos I found featured any large women.

She broke the ice first, squirming a bit, sitting squat on the bed, looking me in the eyes almost accusingly, and said “I’d do this. I’d do everything on here for you. I’ve –wanted- to do a lot of this stuff...” and we were like kids again:

“Why didn’t you tell me!?” “Ooh, I like that one!” “Me too!” “That looks hard to do.” “You really want me to do that?” “I love it.” “It’ll hurt, but in that good way.” “Do we need a safe word?” “What will they say?” “I’m not made of glass, you know.” “I’m going to need new clothes”, and a whole lot of laughing. And touching. Lots of touching, I hadn’t been this turned on with Sarah in years.

The shopping was fun. She started to put on weight, plumping up before my eyes, we shopped for bra’s, tighter dresses, and i’ll admit we both blushed a fair bit in the sex stores, buying collars and handcuffs.

Dinner became our foreplay, and since we humans tend to eat breakfast and dinner each day, that meant lots of sex. She wasn’t thrilled at first, the first 20 pounds or so going mostly to her belly, but she did most definitely agree with the eating, Sarah’s breakfast’s had grown from fairly sparse to pancakes dripping in syrup, or eggs and toast covered in better, milkshakes and more, while I teased her about how she was making a pig of herself, and would have to be punished.