chapter 20

“Oh Paulie-poo! I’m home!” Claire tipsily cooed, as she entered her home after a night spent gleefully drinking and celebrating with her friends from the office.

Originally the plan had been for Claire, Janet and Kimmie to go out to dinner, but one drink had led to another, and before any of them knew it, a drunken Kimmie had invited Chloe to come join them. With the fashion star in route, the girl’s ordered another round of drinks and appetizers, so Claire invited her sister Laura to come and join the party. By the end of the night even Kate had joined in the merrymaking.

Well and truly drunk, Claire couldn’t quite recall how much she’d consumed in her blissful binge eating session tonight, but she’d certainly eaten more than anyone else. Except maybe Janet… Anyway, she was looking forward to pealing her dress off before her inflated dome of a belly ripped it to shreds.

“Hey Claire-bear! Where’s the car?” Paul inquired, as he hurried down the stairs to the front door to greet his wife, noting that the garage door hadn’t been opened and the car wasn’t in the driveway.

“I had one too many *Urp!* margaritas sooo I caught an uberrrr home and left the car in the parking garage.” Claire honestly replied without a hint of shame, while she slowly began lumbering over toward their large living room.

“Are you feeling okay?” Paul murmured, following her. He could tell she’d been drinking tonight. She could hardly waddle straight. He put an arm around his plump wife to help balance her as he led her bulk toward the couch. Smiling at him deliriously, Claire carelessly tossed the high heels she held in her hands onto the carpet and started running her fingers through her husband’s beard in a playfully fashion.

“Hmhm, I feel better than okayyy.” Claire giggled, while she plopped her big butt onto the sofa and reclined fully backward.

Admiring the formfitting look of his wife’s new dress, Paul blushed, “You look incredible.”

“Who me?” Claire teased, as she smiled and lifted one of her chunky legs upward to wiggle her toes in Paul’s face, before whining, “Would you be a sweetheart and give mee a foot massage? I’ve been on my sore feet all dayyy.”

“No problem, I’ll grab some lotion.” Paul answered with relief. Claire normally was of two moods when she was drunk, cranky or blissful. He was happy it was the latter. Quickly jogging upstairs, Paul smiled to himself. He knew Claire always worked her ass off. Helping her relax after a long day was one of his favorite things to do. He couldn’t wait to give her a five-star foot massage.

When Paul returned, Claire flashed him a warm smile, and moved her legs to the side for a moment so Paul could sit down. Once he was on the couch, she rested her feet upon his lap and Paul lathered up his hands. It was a familiar ritual that they rehearsed nearly every Friday. So, Paul unsuspectingly asked his usual, “How did everything go today?”

“My day?? Ha! Let’s talk about my day!” Claire burst in a rather animated fashion, “I wake up first thing this morning and my clothes were too tight, so I decided to weigh myself, now the last time I weighed myself I’d lost some weight, so imagine my surprise when I step on the scale and discover I’m officially a freaking balloon!”

This got Paul’s attention in a hurry, he started massaging Claire’s foot, and locked his loving eyes upon his fat wife. Stammered in excitement, Paul managed to utter, “Huh?!”

Rolling her eyes at her husband’s phony alarm, Claire brought his attention to her midsection, where she used both her hands to jiggle her rather pronounced belly girth. Sounding a bit bratty, Claire complained, “Look at my tummy! *Urp!* It’s like jello! It’s all soft and jiggly! I weigh more than I ever have in my life sweetheart! There was a time when I weighed close to 120 pounds in college, and now I’m upwards of 280 pounds! 280 pounds!! And I was mad at you today, because it’s all your fault I got so fat! I cannot stop eating!”

“Claire-bear! Listen…” Paul began to beg for forgiveness, but Claire cut him off.

“Calm down, I said I ‘was’ mad at youu. I’m cool now. We’re cool. I know you love meee. And you love all of my flawsss. Especially my fat. You’re the best husband I could have ever hoped for and I’m soooo thankful you’re all mineee.” Claire hummed, as she watched the relief overcome her frazzled husband’s face.

“Aww, Claire. You’re the best wife in the whole wide world.” Paul cheerfully said, while his attention returned to really giving his wife a good foot massage.

Claire smiled at this. She knew Paul meant it. Relaxing, Claire’s tipsy mind darted to something else, “Oh, I found a buyer interested in your gallery today. She and her husband want to stop by on Friday to browse. We don’t have plans, right?”

“No, no plans, that would be awesome. Thanks darling.” Paul answered in cheerful spirits. Without his wife’s referrals his business wouldn’t be having an iota of success.

“Anytime, anytime, you’re lucky I don’t start charging you commission.” Claire teased.

“My money is your money already honey.” Paul reminded her, not letting his wife goad him.

“What money do you have??” Claire began to teasingly argue, before suddenly remembering something critical and shouting, “Oh! Oh! I have news! *Urp!* Kate stopped by when I was hanging out with all the girls tonight and pulled me aside. She told me Mr. Marshall is giving me his commission for the Preston case since I did all the work!”

“How much is that plus your normal commission?” Paul wondered not really knowing how the whole commission process worked.

Leaning her chubby face upward and making eye contact with her husband, Claire nearly coughed, “1.1 million dollars!”

“No way… For real?” Paul stammered in disbelief, as he stopped massaging his wife’s feet and she switched which one was on his lap.

“Haha! I know, we are gonna be rolling in dough!” Claire squealed with joy.

“That’s awesome Claire-bear!” Paul praised his wife, while began massaging her other foot. As he did, he noticed that Claire’s hands hadn’t left her belly. In fact, rather than jiggling her fat like she was earlier she seemed to be gently rubbing it. Longing to sink his hands into his wife’s fleshy midsection, Paul swallowed to keep his mouth from watering and politely nodded toward Claire’s belly and added, “You know, I could do that too.”

Noticing she’d been playing with her own fat, Claire blushed for a moment before pushing her embarrassment to the side and saying, “Well, this big belly is your fault, you can take over, my arms are getting tired anywayss.”

Letting go of Claire’s foot and wiping his hands on a towel, Paul crawled upon his wife and straddled her atop her chunky lap. As his hands began tenderly caressing her big gut, he sighed in bliss, “I love your belly.”

“*Urp!* I know, you like it more than my breasts.” Claire teased, as she wiggled her upper body and let her cleavage jiggle in front of her husband’s view.

“Not true, I find your belly just as attractive as your breasts.” Paul argued, while his hands were unable to let go of her lower roll of stomach fat.

“It’s cause they’re each made of pure fat, isn’t it? Hmhm, you just love how fat I’ve gotten, don’t you?” Claire teased knowing where her husband’s quirky lusts lay. Playing to his desires, Claire added in a seductive tone, “Look at my rolls of fat! Marriage made me sooo curvy!! I thought I would gain a little weight, I mean people always say you gain after marriage, but I had no idea I was going to get sooo chunky!! And I just keep packing on the pounds!! I swear I’ve eaten at least five pounds worth of food today alone!”

“That’s not a problem.” Paul gulped trying to read Claire’s mood. She sometimes teased him like this when she was trying to get him going, but something sounded different in her voice right now. Was it a certain sense of enjoyment? Paul couldn’t be sure, so he decided to stay sincere, “I think you look ravishing.”