Another night. Laying in bed alone with his wife. They gave each other the customary quick succession of kisses right before turning off the lights. She rolled over and away from him, telling him to sleep well and that she loved him. He loved her, too.
The window behind his wife let in enough light from outside that he could see the silhouette of her curves in the dark. Looking at her body, it amazed him how it could be built in such a way. ("Oh God! You were BUILT for fucking!") He had seen pictures of his wife as a teenager and she had been stunning. There was a picture of her with her friends as they tried on the ugliest outfits they could find in a department store. She was wearing some kind of corset looking thing and she had a look of exaggerated horror on her face. If he had seen her wear it to bed one night, it would have rekindled his belief in God.
Another night.
(He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, to hold her in place as he drove into her. She was a tall woman, and not a stick. He could pound at her as hard as he could and she could take it.)
Her curves were exposed when she tried on the corset, just as if she were naked. Such a narrow waist and wide hips. Her breasts weren't as noticeable. She was thinner then and the clothes kept her chest covered. He knew how round and heavy her breasts were as a thirty year old woman but he wondered what they were like in that photo. She had a DD cup size at the moment, but as a younger woman she had been a solid C cup.
She had gained weight in her early twenties, after being hurt by too many people. Her previous boyfriend had left her after telling her she'd never be good enough for him. Her father was a drunken bully that accused her of sleeping with every guy she knew. These days she hated looking at herself in the mirror and wondered how her husband could stand being with her. He told her that he loved her, just like he had done so many times before. He didn't care that she was overweight, she was still attractive. Her long blond hair perfectly framed her round face with it's expressive big blue eyes. Yes, she had a belly, but underneath her weight was an hourglass figure that so many women would want and so many men would want to fuck.
Still. As much as he loved her and as attractive as he found her, even he didn't like it when her belly hung over the top of her pants. She weighed more than he did, which ate at her. He was aware of it but laying there in bed with her, only able to see the steep drop from her hip to her waist, her weight problem was impossible to believe.
They lay in bed the next morning in their underwear. She played her video game with her back to him, engrossed in the lights and noise. He remembered a perverted game they used to play. When one of them was distracted, the other would sneak up behind them, then grab them and hump their ass. He usually got into it when he was the one getting humped telling her to go harder, which both amused and grossed her out.
He knew that she wasn't in the mood for that kind of bullshit first thing in the morning, so instead he draped a leg over her hip. His cock was pressed against her ass, and he knew that he was pressing his luck by doing that much. It was as close to sex as he was going to get in a long time, so he didn't want to screw it up.
Looking behind him after hearing a floorboard creak, he saw his sister in law standing in the doorway with a shocked grin on her face. She was younger than his wife by five years and besides that same long blond hair, they didnt look much alike. Seeing a smile on her face was like seeing a unicorn, it made you want to take a picture but you knew it would be gone before you could take the photo.
Her sister was shorter and much thinner. She wasnt quite a stick, she did have some width to her hips but nothing to grip. Her breasts were harder to get a handle on. They were much smaller than her sister's, surprisingly so. It made you wonder how they could come from the same family. On the other hand, there were times that they did remind him of his wife, just scaled down and better fitting for her frame. If she intentionally hid her curves, she did it well.
When they visited his parents in law, the sister often was on the couch playing video games. She'd be in a fog, staring blankly at the TV screen. The positive side was that she wore loose fitting short pants, giving a look all the way down to the top of her leg. If she were absentmindedly swaying a leg back and forth, you could almost see a flash of white cloth a little further inside. It was always a maddeningly close glimpse and he knew that the concealed genitals he must have been seeing, were at the very least, the outer lips of her pussy. He was so close to seeing his sister in law's cunt as she unknowingly flashed herself and everyone was busy with something else.
The sister stood there in the doorway, still with an amused and surprised grin. The husband wasn't sure what to do. The only thing between him and her was a thin layer of cotton. Who let her into the house anyway, he thought. I guess her family just walks in whenever they want. He wasnt going to move his leg off of his wife all of a sudden just because she saw them not having sex. He gave her a long look, waiting for her to leave. She didnt move. She's got some spine on her, he thought. She's still standing there. Giving up, he cuddled up to his wife, wrapping his arm above her belly, letting it touch the bottom of her breasts. She grumbled.
Months later, the husband followed his common sense as well as the advice of many others, and left his wife. She was shocked and blindsided and had never known that their problems were so serious that he would leave her. It was the last straw for her. She'd been fucked over for the last time, and would never trust anyone ever again.
