Number 2

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by MPZ1968

by MPZ1968

"Thanks, babe. Dinner was great.", you tell your wife. "I ate way too much." You sigh heavily. You light a cigarette because for some reason they always taste better after a good meal.

You finish your smoke and you help your wife clean up the table and put the food away. As all men should do, after all, she cooked for you. You can clean up for her, right? Right!!!

You and your wife sit on the couch and relax, maybe watch a little TV. You start to doze off.

"Honey, that dinner really did me in, I'm gonna go lay down.", you say. "Okay, hon, I'll be in in a minute.", she replies

It doesn't take you long to fall asleep, the quietness of the room, and your overfilled stomach help you drift off into la-la land.

Your wife slowly crawls into bed, so not to disturb you. She puts her arm around you, and snuggles in close. Feeling the warmth of your body, she drifts to sleep herself.

Hours go by

You wake up, it's the middle of the night. Your stomach is tied in knots. You have the sudden urge to go Number 2.

So, you slowly slide out of bed, so not to wake your wife, clinching your butt cheeks together, praying that you don't shit yourself before you can make it to the bathroom

You stumble out of the bedroom door, down the hallway, and in to the bathroom, to handle your business

You sigh a sigh of relief, as your stomach cramps slowly fade away. Convinced the torture is over, you scan the bathroom with your eyes, only to realize, the torture has just begun,

There's no toilet paper