Context: We are all about the sane age (early 40s). He's jelly-fat. I'm less fat, with hard muscle from my job as a workman aka hauling heavy stuff around (just started to cut down on the carbs, fliur, and sweets. Turns out, I like to look like a Greek statue). She used to be my boss (and a slim looker), has ballooned up from eating far too much bread (she cracks jokes about that), and has a pregnancy-seeming belly (I have a huge fetish for pregnant women but get squeamish about harming the baby -discovered that with my ex-wife and our three kids) so I can unleash with her without risking a bad delivery or worse. Yes, she knows about my fetish. Yes, she lets me do whatever I want. Yes, as an absolute hottie until about 7 months ago she is used to draw lustful looks bt just showing up so she has trouble taking the initiative. Yes, I have reminded her MANY times that a firm belly without pregnancy is a massive red flag about her health and that she wants to see her "babies" grow up (her youngest is 8, and her clone). Yes, hubby knows and seems not to care.