My husband is getting fat
My husband is getting fat. He used to be slim and in shape, and now, he looks like a butterball. When we were dating, he was 170 pounds. He stepped on the scale the other day and he has gained 50 pounds!
The problem is I feel guilty watching him fatten up and liking it. I feed him well, he likes to snack and his fat belly and mushy chest are a turn on for me. I prefer it much more than the flat stomach he had years ago. He has a slight double chin now that I also think is **.
I hope he still gains in the coming years. I had to buy him size 40 pants (used to be a size 32), and I was so happy to watch him try them on. He complained about the new size, so I walked over to him, patted his bulging tummy, grabbed his love handles and told him how attractive he is to me. It’s not a lie, though, because I really do enjoy his new size and I love his fat belly!
Hopefully he gains another 50 pounds! I wouldn’t mind a chubby hubby! What’s better than eating what you want and getting your wife excited to be with you in the bedroom?
A lot of guys can't handle staying in great shape in an old fashioned relationship. They can't resist the onslaught of continued interest from other women or the temptation to flirt.
If their in a ** (Dual Income, No Kids) relationship, maybe it's not a big deal if they hang out and then part ways. But if he's really desiring an old school, 1950s-style thing where wifey stays home and takes care of the house and kids, and if he finds a woman willing to drop everything else and take on that vulnerable role...
Well, wifey might just need to fatten up hubby to make fidelity a little easier for him. Relieve the poor guy of parading around that restless dating-site-ready body.
Sometimes a dad bod is good. But some guys need a little more help than that, and if she's serving up his plate, she's got just the tool to make life a little easier -- old-fashioned style just like he likes it. He'll be so loud bragging to his buddies that he's living like a king that he won't even here the hot chicks giggling now when he goes jiggling by.
That makes a lot of sense, actually. With more men working outside of the home and more women in the workplace, there is some natural friction and opportunities if a dirt bag wants to pursue them. I think it makes a lot of sense to keep him happy at the table and in the bedroom and keep the prowling women off that porker.
I heard a very true monologue about the challenge of indulging temptation in the 50s. Good luck sneaking in a subscription to play boy every month. Drive down to x,x,x store where everyone will recognize your car? Flirt with the one girl in the office who's probably already seeing the boss? S-ex-ting over snail mail? You have a 2 week business trip to Tokyo and can't take phone calls? -- yeah right.
Ward had eyes only for Ms. Cleaver back then, because he hardly had opportunity for anyone else.
Relationships have of course changed for many people nowadays, so it might be irrelevant or even repulsive to most. But quite a few couples still yearn for some aspect of that time-honored love. And in the spirit of letting people live as they please, they have every right to purse that. But it shouldn't be surprising if it takes a little more creativity and even "planning" to make it work nowadays.
I for one know if some special woman told me that my beach body was vestigial, obsolete and risky baggage leftover from my dating days, which we intended to never let return, I'd be all too accepting of her plans to help me trade up to a settled man's fat and happy body.
If I have a loving wife who take care of me and makes my life wonderful, that’s worth 50 extra lbs., a dad bod, and less attention from random women.