Lori Ch 09 Nora Holds Again

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Prior to Lori and Erica doing their final exam hold, Nora had an experience of her own. Since Thanksgiving, she had wanted to get extremely desperate again, and ideally, she wanted to have an accident. She didn't want to expose Tom to it, but maybe just have a good part of the hold in front of him while she was trying to appear like she didn't need to go at all. He probably wouldn't react well finding out that his wife enjoyed holding in her bodily functions and had been a holder since long before they met, so she wasn't going to let him in on her secret. Maybe someday if he was open to it.

She had to figure out the logistics of it, primarily how she'd enjoy a hold discreetly in front of Tom, and how she'd escape his presence when she was about ready to lose control. Then, was it going to be a bladder hold, a bowel hold or both?

After some thought, she realized the best way was to plan for her hold to end mid-week so Tom was at work in the morning when she was at her limit. She'd likely need to mask some very serious urgency that morning as Tom was getting ready and out the door, but she knew that wouldn't be a problem. The day before, she'd plan a dinner date with him just to catch up and pretend the whole time she wasn't bursting. To that end, it had to be at least a bowel hold, and likely a bladder hold too.

Nora planned the timing loosely, starting her hold just before the weekend started so she'd be desperate on Tuesday, holding into Wednesday, and that would be day five, her accident day right after Tom left for work. The first few days of the hold weren't too bad. Even on Monday, she really didn't feel like she had to go too badly and could easily hold it. She kept eating heavy foods that would add to the bulk of her bowel movement, hoping for a much more intense end result.

Waking up Tuesday morning, Nora was farting every so often, the pressure building up for a while each time before she'd finally let one rip. That was actually what woke her up that morning. She farted so violently that she thought she was about to shit in her panties and bed. Thankfully it was nothing but gas, but she knew the next twenty-four hours would be quite interesting.

After Tom finally left for work, Nora started keeping herself busy with light house chores. She had arranged to go out to dinner with her husband tonight, knowing she'd be quite desperate to poop, possibly desperate to pee, and would need to suffer in silence pretending she was totally fine. It was a great turn-on, knowing she'd have to conceal her needs. It was also arousing her being so full and desperate already, and knowing how much worse it would get before she'd finally allow herself relief.

As the morning went on, Nora's need to poop continued getting worse. A few times she farted and it was so intense, she felt like her first log was going to explode into her panties. She was able to clench her hole and keep it inside every time, but she was quickly reaching the point where she would likely start prairie dogging. After all, she had now gone four days without a bowel movement, and she was starting to approach her normal limit.

Finally, lunchtime came around, and Nora hadn't started prairie dogging yet, but she felt like it wasn't far away. It was as she was making her sandwich for lunch that she realized she hadn't peed since she woke up, and her bladder was getting extremely full too. She figured she still had some time before Tom came home, so she'd wait a little longer, despite the urgency from her bladder telling her she really couldn't wait much longer. She squirmed as she finished her lunch, and Nora realized her full bladder was arousing her as usual. She'd hold it until she couldn't wait any longer, then... maybe wet her pants? She couldn't decide, but she was on a limited timeline, so she had to make up her mind quickly.

Finally finished her lunch, her bowels started protesting their denial of relief again, and Nora felt her hole gaping open, but as usual she squeezed it shut before anything could poke out. Her bladder was dangerously full now, and if she delayed her relief much longer she'd definitely have an accident. She quickly realized she wanted to masturbate to her agonizingly full bladder, so she grabbed a towel in case of a leak, and laid down on the bed and quickly found herself wrapped up in her arousal, reaching multiple quick orgasms to the feeling of her bladder throbbing and begging for relief.

Nora got up then, but not to pee, as she wanted to stretch the game a little farther. She walked around and locked both bathroom doors, knowing she could easily unlock them once her game was finished. Then she danced around the house, her bladder in agony and throbbing even harder than before, as she waited for her body to finally reach a point of no return. She just hoped she wouldn't lose control of her bowels as she lost her bladder. As she was thinking this, she lost a squirt of pee in her panties and pants, and she thrust her hands to her pussy to stem the flow and wait just a little longer. Another squirt quickly followed, and Nora realized she should get to the bathroom.

She got to her bathroom door and twisted the handle, and made a show of desperation as she discovered the locked door. "Oh God, I have to pee so badly! How is this door locked?? I'm bursting, I'm going to have an accident!!"

The desperate dance continued for a few minutes as Nora groaned in agony unable to get her relief. As she was realizing she might be at her limit, her poop started poking at her hole, and she felt her ass gaped open again. She couldn't afford to let her poop come out, but she quickly figured out she could only hold one need back, not both. Without thinking she squeezed her asshole tightly shut, then immediately felt a tingle in her bladder and peehole as she started forcefully flooding her pants and creating an enormous puddle on the hardwood floor of her bedroom. Her bladder released for over a minute and a half, during which she had two incredible orgasms, then stood there in her puddle for a few minutes composing herself. She finally stripped out of her wet clothes and cleaned up so she could continue with her day.

The desperation in her bowels continued to get worse as the afternoon went on, and Nora continued the struggle to keep her load in her desperately full bowels. She kept trying to force her mind off her desperation, but it was working less and less as time went on, her bowels seemingly more angry by the hour. She was getting worried that she might not be able to wait until Tom left the house tomorrow morning. Still, she was hell bent on not letting the game end prematurely, so she kept holding, willing her bowels to be strong just a little longer.

Just before Tom got home, Nora had a sudden curious thought. When would age start to mess with her ability to hold it? It seemed that wasn't the case yet, but now in her 40's, it was possible that would start to happen sooner rather than later. She briefly thought about it, but told herself it wasn't important just yet and forced the thought from her mind. "Focus Nora," she told herself, "you can't shit until tomorrow."

Tom came home at just about half past four, and Nora heard his car pull up. She silently reminded herself that he wasn't supposed to notice that she was bursting for a shit, and that she needed to maintain her outward composure. Still, it seemed like sometimes Tom would notice something was different but couldn't figure out what. Sometimes, that resulted in him getting turned on and sex would follow. Nora hoped that wasn't the case this afternoon, because she had to shit really badly, and wasn't sure she'd make it through sex without something sneaking out.

Tom walked in a moment later giving Nora a hug and kiss, as she pretended she didn't need to poop really badly. Tom did notice immediately she was a little tense, and started fondling her ass, making her need to shit just a little worse. He was immediately hard from the tension he felt in her body, not making the connection to the why, but immediately telling Nora he had a good way of making her less tense if she was interested. Nora said she was a little tired and not feeling great, testing to see if he'd back off, but he insisted it would make her feel better as he continued touching her in just the right places to get her extremely aroused. She momentarily forgot how badly she needed to poop as she got lost in the moment with her husband, and they made their way to the bedroom, getting undressed as they went.

Foreplay was somewhat quick, though Tom never complained about that. Nora was just trying not to let her bowels get angrier than they already were. She knew if this took too long, she was at risk of not only losing out on her game lasting until tomorrow, but potentially letting Tom know her deepest secret. She committed to quickly getting on top and riding him as aggressively as she could without causing an inadvertent release. As she kept bouncing up and down, she could feel her asshole flexing, almost teasing her inevitable release, but she kept squeezing it to hold it shut. It took Tom no time to get there for himself, likely Nora thought because of how tightly she was squeezing trying to keep from shitting on Tom and the bed.

She kept pretending she was just lost in the arousal of the moment, not letting on that she was also trying desperately not to shit. As Tom was about to cum, Nora felt her asshole open wide, and she and Tom orgasmed together as she felt her massive log turtlehead briefly and she loosed a tiny fart. She quickly acted like she was just tightening up with her orgasm and squeezed her asshole shut to keep her log inside her rectum. The cramping was intense, but she finally got it squeezed back in and collapsed on Tom for a moment of snuggling before getting up to wash herself with their bidet.

Tom was still none the wiser to Nora's plight, still unaware that his gorgeous wife was struggling badly to hold in a massive dump as she pulled her panties and pants back on, straightened her blouse and pulled her hair back again to look less conspicuous for dinner. She didn't pee either, but Tom simply thought she didn't need to. The reality was that Nora was starting to feel quite full just in time for their dinner date.

Tom and Nora decided to go somewhere casual so they didn't have to dress up. Nora felt more comfortable in casual clothes when she was holding like this, as they were usually less tight and restrictive when her bladder and bowels were super full. They drove to the restaurant shortly after five, and Nora thought to herself she'd maybe have to survive an hour and a half of squirming inconspicuously under the table to make it through dinner, then would have to at least pretend she wasn't bursting for a shit. She could admit her need to pee in the car, then rush for their bathroom upon entering the house, as that was common enough for her.

When they got to their table a few minutes later, they ordered a small appetizer and drinks along with their dinner, and they started just talking about random things as Nora struggled silently against her bladder and bowels which were now desperately full. Nora kept balancing priorities between eating and talking as the minutes ticked by, hoping Tom would keep eating too, which he did. Nora wanted to enjoy their date, but knew if she dragged it out too much, she'd regret it, and staying committed to finishing her meal quickly was the best way to get back home in a timely manner to avoid pissing herself or worse.

Dinner went on just under an hour and a half, during which Nora's invisible potty dance became more intense. She was just hoping her leg jiggling and crossing wasn't showing anywhere above her waist. At the moment, as she was observing Tom, he didn't seem to realize that she was quietly bursting. And truly, Nora was bursting. Her bladder was hard as a rock, bulging out against her pants, and she could feel her asshole flexing as her poop kept threatening to come out in her panties. She kept passing little farts which stunk, but Tom didn't seem to smell or hear them. Unbeknownst to Nora, Tom was noticing some of these farts, but he just didn't say anything.

Just as Nora thought they were about to be done, she felt her bladder pulsate, and she knew what that meant. She was dangerously close to losing control. She started wondering if she'd make it home, and tried not to let the panic she felt show on her face. She couldn't wet herself in front of Tom, there was about zero reason he'd believe it was an accident, as she hadn't even made an outward sign that she needed to pee. As she was thinking this, she felt a sharp pain at her peehole, and she forced herself to have a calm face as she felt a long leak soaking into her panties and wetting her crotch. How the hell would she get away with this? She had to walk behind Tom, and sit down before him in the car, hoping he wouldn't notice the wet spot that was sure to be on the front of her pants, and the one she'd absolutely leave on the car seat. She might make it home without giving herself away as long as she didn't leak anymore. The problem is she'd never been known to leak until now, so this was new and uncharted territory. Was this her age catching up with her? She forced the thought to the back of her mind, and simply focused on holding everything in as Tom got up ahead of her, and they walked to the car.

Nora followed her plan and got in ahead of Tom, ensuring he wouldn't see the wet spot on her ass or crotch. Thankfully she managed to remain undetected, but she still had to make the nearly ten minute drive home without wetting herself more. The first few minutes went well if not a bit anxiously. About four minutes in though, Nora felt the pain at her peehole again, and knew she was about to leak again. She forced herself to maintain a straight face as she suddenly leaked in her pants again, and felt it soak through to her ass and the car seat. When she clamped herself shut again with tremendous difficulty, she said as casually to Tom as she could, "I just realized how badly I have to pee, I'm going straight to the bathroom the moment we get back."

"Okay," Tom said, "sounds good." He didn't let on anything else, but he was silently wondering why Nora hadn't shown any need earlier.

Nora wouldn't let on that she had already started pissing her pants, or that she was squeezing her asshole to contain an imminent and desperate load. Tom had to remain clueless to her true state if she was going to continue her game and get away with it. She would remain outwardly composed despite her inward desperation to sit on a toilet and absolutely explode both ways.

They finally got home, and Nora hardly waited for Tom to put the car in park before she twisted out of her seat to block Tom's view of her ass and bolted into the front door, hoping Tom wouldn't catch an accidental glance at her growing wet spot. She quickly unlocked the door and bolted to their bathroom, holding herself the whole way. She grabbed a bathrobe and fresh panties along the way to mask the evidence, and rushed into the bathroom tugging her pants to her knees as she locked the door doing an aggressive potty dance.

Nora could feel herself losing the battle against her bladder, feeling it pulsate angrily at being denied relief so long. She could feel her poop pushing hard on her asshole too, and she knew she'd need her bladder empty if she wanted to hold her load much longer. Still, she was so turned on, she had to do something about it. Stripping her pants off, Nora sat on the toilet in her wet panties and immediately started rubbing herself. It took only a couple minutes of agonizing full bladder masturbation to bring herself to an absolutely mind-blowing couple of orgasms, at which point her desperately full bladder spent the next two minutes flooding her panties. She couldn't stop if she wanted to, but she didn't want to, the relief felt too damn good.

As she was finishing and feeling her bladder finally assume a normal size, Nora's poop made a hard push as a reminder that it was not happy being held in for so long. With her attention on her bladder for some time now, Nora nearly started losing her bowel movement there on the toilet seat. She felt the massive head of her first log crowning, and her initial clenching couldn't keep it from coming out. The thick log exited a couple of inches before Nora's body started obeying her commands again, and she was able to stop her shit from advancing any further. She was in agony trying to keep this load from filling her panties, but the arousal was more than sufficient to keep her focused on holding longer. Without so much as a second thought, Nora put a couple fingers against her log, and slowly pushed against its rock solid surface, slowly inserting it back into her rectum with some difficulty before clenching her asshole tightly around it until the urge finally passed.

As she was stripping her panties off, wiping and putting clean panties on, she heard Tom come into the bedroom. She had to try to make it as obscure as possible what had just happened, so that Tom wouldn't start asking any questions. She finally decided to roll her soaked panties into her mostly dry pants, along with the rest of her clothes wrapped around the pants. That should keep the pee smell and wetness contained, and should keep Tom from recognizing what had just transpired, and what was still happening. Nora executed her plan perfectly a moment later, and when Tom asked if she was okay, Nora responded, "Man did I ever have to pee! I leaked a little, and barely made it!"

Tom smiled, but didn't say anything much about it other than to say he was glad she didn't have an accident. He was starting to recognize a pattern with his wife, but wouldn't let on what he was piecing together. Nora had seemingly gotten away with having a mild accident right in front of her husband followed by a full wetting on the toilet without him sensing a thing. It was arousing that she could keep this secret for herself even after all this time.

They finally settled down to a movie before bed, Nora silently struggling as her massive load kept trying to open her asshole and fill her panties. Finally the movie ended, and Nora suggested going to bed, which Tom agreed to. They locked doors, then went to brush their teeth and go to bed a few minutes later. Nora was feeling a slight need to pee, but decided against going as it would be more fun to wake up bursting. Tom went to sleep completely oblivious, or so Nora believed, to the fact that his gorgeous wife was desperately holding back a huge shit, and would likely be desperate to pee in the morning too. Nora fell asleep with some difficulty to the sensual feelings of her desperate load knocking hard on her back door.

When she woke up Wednesday morning, Nora woke up a little more suddenly than expected to the feeling of her thick and hard monster log pushing her asshole open, and her bladder feeling like a large rock in her belly. She immediately squeezed her asshole shut in a panic, pushing her cheeks together as she looked for Tom, but he was already in the shower. She knew from habitual tracking of his routine that Tom would be out of the house inside an hour, so she told herself, albeit anxiously, that she'd simply have to wait a little while longer until she could use the bathroom. She wasn't entirely sure how much longer she could hold everything in after Tom left, but she decided she'd take it one step at a time.

With Tom still in the shower a few minutes later, Nora realized she should get out of bed and not lay there listening to the running shower water. She slowly rose out of bed, trying her best not to cause any inadvertent release of her bladder or bowels. She did lose a small leak out of her bladder, but her panties absorbed it well enough. She threw her bathrobe on over her nightgown, stepped into her slippers and quickly ran her fingers through her long hair to put it into a ponytail. She left the bedroom then, her bowels full to bursting, her bladder feeling like a painful bowling ball in her belly now that gravity was acting on it. She knew this game wouldn't last much longer, but it wouldn't be too long before Tom left for work. Nora told herself she could fidget openly for now, then she had to keep her composure until Tom left to keep up the illusion that she wasn't bursting.