He Loves My Curves (2 page)

I texted my friend Sian to let her know that I had finally become a convert and would meet her later at the gym. Sian was in a similar situation as mine in some ways; she was married and no longer the same size as she was in her wedding photos, but those were the only similarities. She hadn’t slept with her husband Antonio in years and he’d told her why as he made cruel jibes about her weight. Sian had caught him in bed with another woman and after giving her marriage another shot, she spent of her days at the gym. I first met Richard at university and her jaw dropped when she first saw him. She was venomously jealous of the way that he fawned over me and after she tried to kiss him at a party, we didn’t talk for years until she found out that we were getting married and begged me for forgiveness. I forgave her because she was easy to talk to and always upbeat despite her marital problems. She had beautifully long, wavy, blonde hair that she let hang down over her shoulders and a killer smile, so I always struggled to see why Antonio focused on her weight. I received a text from her,

“Oh My God, it’s finally happened! So excited to see you. Xoxoxo” Her excitement got me even more pumped up and I went upstairs to find my old gym clothes. I found them in the bottom of my closet and I instantly knew that they wouldn’t fit. I felt deflated and sat down on my bed fearing that I had a bigger mountain to climb than I’d first thought. I convinced myself that maybe I could fit into them if I tried to, so I tugged on my jogging bottoms and wriggled my thighs and ass to pull them up but I couldn’t rake them up any higher than my thighs. I pulled them off and angrily threw them into a pile to put in the bin later.

I rushed downstairs and drove to the nearest clothes store to get a new outfit. Everywhere that I looked I saw hot skinny women parading around like they were on a cat walk and it made me crave something calorific to ease my feelings of inadequacy. All of a sudden it felt like these women were watching me, judging me and laughing. I looked along the clothing rails for something that would conceal my curves and maybe even make me look sexy, but the pressure of being stared at was getting to me and my hands trembled as I searched through the rail. I found an outfit that was a size too small but I couldn’t find it in my size. I didn’t want to ask a shop assistant as I didn’t want to draw any more attention to myself, so I picked it up and hurried off into the changing rooms. The lights in here were too harsh to ever be flattering, so I took a deep breath and tried to prepare myself for how I’d look. I managed to squeeze into the clothes, although it did require enough effort that it turned my cheeks red. The shirt squashed against my big breasts and the trousers pinched against my hips. I felt trapped as the clothes stuck to me and as I pulled my top over my head, I became even more frustrated than before. I was angry and sweaty by the time I was finally back into my normal clothes and leaving the changing room. I felt humiliated when I walked out like somehow everyone knew about my shameful incapability to squash into them.

“Are they all right?” A shop assistant asked.

“No,” I mumbled, “they’re the wrong colour.” As soon as I said that, I realised how stupid I sounded. Why would I pick up and go and try on an outfit that was the wrong colour? She smiled and took them off of me and I could swear that she knew.

I picked up another outfit in my size without really even looking at it because there was no way that I was going to try something on again. I waited in a queue and my frustration was making me sweatier and sweatier. I finally got to the till and as the assistant scanned my outfit, my size showed up on the till’s screen and I felt so humiliated. I quickly paid but my hands were shaking as I put in my PIN number.

I ran out of the store and quickly drove home as I berated myself for being so embarrassing. I hurried into my house and tried on my new outfit. It wasn’t something that I’d have chosen if I wasn’t panicked into buying something, but it actually looked good on me and I admired my figure in the mirror. I had such a confidence boost that I decided to go to the gym early, so I texted Sian to meet me there. I pulled my cap down as I made my way to my car, as I didn’t want my neighbours to think that I needed to lose weight.

After signing up, I slowly walked the steps towards the gym door and my couch potato body was about to find hell on the other side of it. Sian was already inside somewhere so I took a deep breath and opened the door. Loud pop music blasted out as I entered and a wave of anti-bacterial spray mixed with sweat fluttered up my nose. It wasn’t just my paranoia now, everyone here was stick thin and better placed on magazine covers. I was no longer surprised about why Richard liked it here so much because the eye candy was everywhere. I found Sian at the other side of the gym on a stair master talking to a line of women who were on the same type of machine next to her and I presumed that she’d kept the machine at the side of her free for me.

“There she is!” I heard Sian call out as I walked towards them. I stood on the machine and was met with a consecutive, “Hi!” from all the girls.

“Hi everybody!” I laughed nervously. Sian showed me how to change the settings on my machine and assured me that all of them worked in the same way. We all had some getting-to-know-you idle chitchat but one woman who I later found out to be called Emily, kept looking me up and down and scowling. She had dyed red hair and green eyes that contrasted her creamy skin. She was a bit shorter than me but thinner. She wore a top that showed off her toned belly and tight yoga pants but she had nothing to really show off as she lacked any tits or ass and I wondered if that’s why she worked out because she had the type of body where she’d have a flat chest and ass no matter how big she got. At first I thought that it was because she was stick thin and so she judged me for my curvy body, until she confronted me in the showers.

*

I didn’t realise how much effort I could put in if I was focused. The girls were blown away by how fast I was going on the treadmill. Sweat was streaming down my back but I didn’t care.
This must be what runner’s high feels like
I told myself as I walked into the changing rooms. I felt so proud like I’d finally taken the first step towards a new me and it felt great. I took a shower to rinse off the products of my dedication and listened out for if the room was empty so that I could scurry off into a changing room and get dressed. The room was dead silent so I wrapped my hair and body into a towel and slowly crept out.

“So you’re Richard’s wife then?” I turned around and saw Emily stood there. She was staring at me with a furrowed brow and anger in her eyes but my brain didn’t quite register it as she’d only just met me.

“Woah, you scared me there!” I laughed, while making sure my towel hadn’t left any part of my body exposed. “Yes, I’m Richard’s wife. Are you a friend of his from the gym?”

“You could say that.” Her statement caught me off guard as I didn’t understand what she meant by it, so my face involuntarily gave her a funny look. “You know the way he talks about you, I thought that you’d be a supermodel. I mean don’t get me wrong, you’re pretty but you’re definitely not a supermodel,” she laughed, as she looked me up and down.

“Well okay then, I’m going to go and get changed.” I didn’t know what she expected me to say to that.

“Don’t you ever feel guilty?”

“About what?”

“Well Richard looks like he does and could get any girl that he wants and well, you look like that.” I was about to interrupt her but she talked over me. “I mean like I say, you’re pretty and all but it’s not exactly fair on him is it?” I felt a lump in my throat forming as she reflected my own feelings back towards me.  Even though I knew that she was right, it hurt to hear anyone tell me that I’d let down my husband.

“I don’t think that it’s appropriate for you to concern yourself with my marriage and apart from clearly having a crush on Richard, I don’t think you know anything about him, seeing as he didn’t even want me to start up at the gym.”

She started laughing, “You actually think that he’d want to walk around with a great mess like you latched onto his arm?” It felt like she was giving my already fragile self-esteem unforgiving blows. “I’ll concern myself with whatever I like because I care deeply for Richard and I’m not the only woman crushing on him, I have no doubt about that.” Her words grated on me as she failed to understand that no-one knew him better than his wife and she was acting as if she could please him more than me.

“You’re clearly a jealous, bitter woman and you should figure out what it is about yourself that made you come in here and attack a woman that you don’t even know.” I faked my confidence as I marched off into a cubicle. I was livid but I was even angrier at myself. I placed my head into my hands and felt the tears leak out onto my palms. I silently sobbed because I didn’t know if she was still outside and I didn’t want her to feel as though she’d won. I got dressed and bolted out of there, but luckily she was nowhere to be seen. All I could think about on the way home were her poisonous words and I desperately wanted to purge on some junk food but I kept focusing on my goal and managed to make it home.

I came in through my front door to find that Richard had come home early.

“Richard? I called out as I shut the door.

“In here babe,” he shouted from the living room. I walked in and found an array of snacks spread across the coffee table. “I’ve been shopping so we don’t have to go later in the week.” His smile was beaming like he was expecting some praise and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Oh wow, you’re so sweet but I told you, it’s just a chicken salad for me tonight.”

“Come on now, you’ve never turned down your favourite snacks before.”

“I’m sorry Richard, but I can’t.”

His jaw tensed up as I refuted him. “Of course you can! I’ve seen how happy you are when you’re all comfy and enjoying your food.”

“But I’ve been to the gym, I don’t want it to be a wasted effort.”

“Christ Amy! Can’t a man treat his wife?” He began storming off towards the kitchen.

“Hold on, come back,” I grumbled, as I unwrapped a chocolate bar and started chowing down on it. “Better?”

“Much,” he said, as he excitedly walked over to me. “I’ve got you a gift!” He pulled out a pair of fluffy purple pyjamas from behind our armchair. “Try them on!” I quickly put them on and as I looked at my frumpy self in the mirror, I decided that he really must love me. “Do you like them?”

“Yeah, they’re so soft,” I wasn’t lying, but I couldn’t understand why he hadn’t brought home some sexy and incredibly uncomfortable lingerie. He pulled me into him and his cock was already noticeably hard. He ran his hands across my ass and thrust his tongue into my mouth. He started pushing me back against the sofa and the force of his passion made it scrape backwards.

“I’ve got to have you,” he breathed. He lifted up my top and groped at my tits as he pushed his head in between my cleavage and began kissing my breasts. He pulled down my pyjama bottoms and moved his head down in between my legs. He started giving me light kisses up my thighs and worked his kisses along my pussy until I was soaking. “You taste so sweet,” he growled. He gently began kissing at my clit and each one felt like a lightning bolt of pleasure. I ran my fingers through his hair as I let out soft moans and he took that as his queue to put more pressure against my soft spot. He firmly glided his tongue up and down my clit and his perfect rhythm made me rock against him as my soft moans became loud groans. He slid his hand up my thigh and placed two of his fingers into me. My pussy soaked into him as he stroked my G-spot. My legs started twitching as I was reaching my release and as his flawless rhythm brought me to climax, I gripped his hair and the cushion that I was leaned up against. My groans became uncontrollably loud and I bucked my hips towards him. I laid there overwhelmed and breathless. Richard loved going down on me even more than I enjoyed tasting him. He didn’t give me long to catch my breath before he was unzipping his trousers and unleashing his aching bulge.

“Take your shirt off,” I exhaled and he eagerly obliged. I ran my hands across his hard pecs and then stroked along his shoulders as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He laid down on top of me and urgently found his way into my wet slit. I felt his pre-cum catching on my labia as he entered me.  He dragged me closer to the end of the sofa so that he could get in deeper thrusts. I felt his strong shoulder muscles contract each time that he pounded me. He started sucking my earlobe as my body quivered underneath him. I could hear my pussy squelch as his balls slapped against my ass and he seemed to like hearing it as he grunted. He slid his hands along my thighs and squeezed at my ass as he came deep inside of me. His hands gripped tighter at my curves with each pulse of his fluid. He kissed my neck as he finished. He never liked to get out straight away because he said that the best part of his day was being inside of me.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, as he kissed along my chest. He sat beside me and I cuddled into him as he put on a comedy film. I felt his cum seeping out of my hole, so I stood up. “Where are you going?”

“Your cum’s leaking out of me babe, I’m going to clean myself up,” I smiled.

“Leave it,” he pleaded, as he pulled me back into him and cocooned me. He picked up a few snacks and began feeding them to me. He stroked my hair as I leaned against his chest and I imagined that this must be how heaven feels. I snorted a laugh while watching a funny part of the movie but he just kissed the top of my head. As I laid there in his arms, I no longer cared about my two pounds and I didn’t worry about next Monday’s weigh in either because I was cuddled up to the man who loved me and my curves.