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."
