Chapter 4 (weight change)
It's fascinating how quickly we adapt to new circumstances. Just a few months ago, my family was ordinary and unremarkable. Yet now, I find myself barely paying attention to my wife squatting the children, their laughter and joy filling our small world. The atmosphere has improved significantly, thanks to her playful interactions with them.
On a Friday evening, we found ourselves alone at home, with the kids scheduled for a sleepover party. As is customary with such occasions, we were running late, and naturally, the children were uncooperative. Erin came up with a brilliant solution to keep them occupied while she sorted out some last-minute issues. It required her to make several trips upstairs, and although I usually try to assist, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the captivating sight of her moving gracefully, her backside swaying with each step. The fact that the kids wouldn't be home for the night made it easier for me to agree to drive them without questioning her plan.
During the drive, time seemed to stretch, lost in my thoughts as I reflected on the past few months. I wasn't sure how to react to my wife's newfound obsession with sports. On one hand, I appreciated the way her legs had become more toned and shapely. On the other hand, I couldn't ignore the fact that she was growing stronger, potentially even surpassing my own strength. She could undoubtedly perform more squats than I could and effortlessly raced up the stairs with the kids in tow. The implications of this newfound strength worried me, wondering how both she and I would navigate this new dynamic. However, for the time being, my plan was to embrace and enjoy my wife's newfound passion. All I could think about when I returned home was having a good time with Erin, but it seemed she had different plans.
As I entered our house, there she was, engrossed in her usual activity—squatting. Not wanting to interrupt her or risk her anger, I asked, "Do you still have a long way to go?"
"About 10-15 minutes, maybe more. You know, you can always join me, and time will pass quicker," she replied, a hint of playfulness in her voice.
"No, thanks. I'll just enjoy my free time," I said, retreating to my chair, ready to immerse myself in my phone.
However, before long, an unsettling feeling crept over me. Something was amiss, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. The room was too quiet. Setting my phone aside, I turned to see my wife slowly approaching me, wearing a mischievous smile and a look that clearly conveyed her desire for something. There was a momentary pause as she looked at me, then glanced at the floor, unsure of how to broach the subject. So, I took the initiative and asked, "What's up?"
"I'm not sure how to bring this up, but since the kids aren't here, and I've become accustomed to squatting with them... Would you mind if I tried my routine with you? I mean, you're not much heavier than our children combined, so I think I could handle your weight. Please?" Her request caught me off guard. In retrospect, considering all the events leading up to this moment, it shouldn't have been a surprise that Erin would outgrow squatting with our kids and seek a bigger challenge. Yet, I found myself intrigued. She looked so endearing, her eyes cast downward, waiting for my response.
"Well, if you're confident you can handle my weight, we can give it a try. But just for today, since the kids aren't home," I agreed, unable to resist her adorable plea.
"You're the best! I've seen how it's done on the internet," she exclaimed, revealing that she had already pondered the idea beforehand, waiting for the right moment to suggest it. "Stand up on the chair and lean your stomach against my shoulders, with your back behind me. I'll guide your legs and arms in front of me."
After a few attempts and fits of laughter, we finally found the correct position, and I was securely perched on her shoulders. Trying to encourage her, I asked, "How many repetitions do you plan to do? Should we watch a movie while you squat?"
"Let's start with ten. I've never lifted this much weight before, and it's better not to risk it," she replied, preparing herself for the challenge. And so, she began squatting, a mixture of fun and fear coursing through me. I wasn't afraid that she would drop me; rather, I was astonished by how effortlessly she handled my weight, especially considering she had already completed her regular workout routine. Amidst the whirlwind of emotions and conflicting thoughts, there was one part of me that knew the answer without hesitation. And I hope it was not that noticeable to her. She did ten good reps but instead of putting me down, she walked towards the stairs.
"Are you finished? Was it challenging?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity. However, looking into her eyes, I realized that perhaps I should have inquired about something deeper.
"Yes, almost. But we need to address that thing of yours," she replied, her words carrying a hint of playfulness. Ah, so she did notice, but it didn't seem to bother her. Well, that's a relief, I thought to myself.
"It seems you enjoy being part of my workout routine. You should have mentioned it earlier!" she teased, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.
"I didn't even know it myself, and to be honest, I'm still trying to make sense of it, but..."
"No need to explain further. I can sense what you're thinking anyway," she interrupted, taking charge of the situation. With that, she walked to the stairs still carrying me. However, after a few steps, she had to put me down. It proved challenging and uncomfortable for her to navigate the stairs with me on her shoulders.
"Don't worry, soon, I hope, I'll be able to manage it," she reassured me.
For the next hour, she took care of "that thing" of mine, and not just once. Today, it was different. She seized control of the situation, and I found myself experiencing a new level of intimacy in our sex life. Normally, I would be the one on top, but this time, she rode me with vigor and confidence. At one point, I contemplated reversing the roles, but her legs appeared incredibly strong and enticing (which I had no objections to savoring). I hesitated, unsure how it would appear if I struggled to take control. Instead, I allowed myself to fully immerse in the moment, surrendering to the pleasure that her newfound strength provided.