Doubling Standard: Part 1 There is no better feeling in the world than pulling up on my driveway after a long hard days work. Especially knowing how hard me and my wife had to work in order to save enough money to buy our own house and finally make it on our own without the help from our parents. ‘Honey! I’m home!’ I say sarcastically as I step inside our modest little 3 bedroom house. Yeah it’s not much to look at from the outside but it’s the inside that counts. It’s our little corner of the world, it’s our safety blanket. ‘Hey Danny!’ My wife Bethany calls back, she’s probably sick of me saying the same thing every time I return from work. I just can’t help myself, although it already been 4 months of living here, I still can’t get over how much I love the independence. Don’t get me wrong I love my folks and I’m sure Beth loves hers to but I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was good to get out of there. My parents had their own way of living, their own set of house rules that I had to follow, which was fair enough because it was their house. I met Beth at the tender age of 22, I was a up and coming hotshot in the competitive world of used car sales. Quite literally wheeling and dealing 7 days a week, i absolutely loved it! Knowing that I’d made a sale was addicting to me. Getting some sucker to sign on the dotted line meant money in my pocket, money to buy myself expensive things like designing clothes, jewellery, flash cars. Everything I did was peacocking, showing off just to impress gold digging girls. It worked most of the time, being 6’1, 190 pound athletically built and dashingly handsome, if I do say so myself, the girls were like putty in my hands! I liked being a player, one night stands and hooks up were ideal for a workaholic like me. When I laid my eyes on Beth, I knew I had to have her. Yeah I was an asshole. Yeah I only wanted Bethany for sex at first. But I’m my defence, she was stunning. Beth was 19 at the time. She was the new parts deliver girl for the garage that got our sales cars in tiptop condition. My jaw almost unhinged itself as I watched her strut her stuff across to car park and into the office. Her long, straight brunette hair flowed behind her in the wind, the slight wiggle in her hips made her eye catching cleavage jiggle with each step she took. Her crop top exposed her flat tanned stomach and the denim cut down shorts was the icing on the cake! They just about covered the bottom of her smooth ass cheeks. At roughly 5’6 and 150 pound, Beth was curvy in all the right places with a face carved by angels! For months I tried to hook up with her but she kept shutting me down. I couldn’t quite figure out why, she was the only girl that’s ever said no to me. I lost interest at that point, there was plenty more fish in the sea after all! But truthfully there wasn’t, the more I spoke to Beth the more I realised I wanted more than just sex, I wanted to talk, I wanted to listen, I wanted to marry. I had fallen in love. ‘So glad it’s Sunday tomorrow, I’m absolutely exhausted!’ I sigh collapsing onto our 4 person sofa next to Beth and loosening my tie. ‘Aw babe, you work so hard! I’m so proud of you!’ Beth replies giving me a warm smile before turning back towards the television. Beth has always been a TV addictive. Should can sit for hours on end with her eyes glued to it! Falling for Beth soon changed me, I was no longer the loudest one in the room. I was sensible and focused on my work. Eventually she agreed to finally go on a date with me. I was ecstatic! I knew Beth was the one. After just 9 months of dating, I popped the big question! We tied the knot 15 months ago and worked extra hard to save enough money to buy our own place. I’m currently only doing 6 full days a week, after securing the mortgage I decided to cut back a bit and enjoy our new home. Beth now only works 4 days a week, which is fine because she does the laundry and housework etc. ‘Thanks honey, we getting takeout tonight?’ I ask casually. ‘Yeah, can do’ Beth shrugs, like we haven’t had a takeout every Saturday for the past 4 months. ‘Chinese?’ ‘Naa’ ‘Indian?’ I ask again. ‘Definitely not!’ ‘The standard?’ I ask once more giving her a grin. ‘Pizza, booze, telly?’ She asks quoting a line from one of our favourite tv shows, Doctor Who. ‘Pizza, booze, telly!’ I reply enthusiastically. ‘Although, maybe we shouldn’t, I’ve put on a bit of weight since moving in…’ Bethany says looking down at herself and squeezing a roll of her belly fat. She wasn’t wrong, she had gained weight in the last few months. He flat stomach isn’t flat anymore, her belly folds into 2 chunky rolls when she’s sitting, her tits now fill out her bras completely and her ass has developed just a few ripples of cellulite. Although she’s not longer the supermodel looking woman I married, I still find her incredibly attractive! I guess love triumphs over beauty. ‘Maybe start hitting the gym again babe?’ I say offering a helpful suggestion. ‘Double standards much?’ She laughs looking over to my midsection. She was right again. I wasn’t exactly the athletic built Adonis she married. My belly is straining against the buttons of my shirt and I can feel it laying over the waistband of my pants. Being comfortably married was definitely effecting both our waistlines! ‘You’ve got a point Beth!’ I laugh jiggling my belly. ‘Maybe we should both start training again’ I follow up. ‘Maybe…anyway back to pizza, booze, telly….there’s wine and beer in the fridge, I’ve found a brilliant new series on Netflix to watch and about our standard pizza order…’ ‘What about it?’ ‘I was thinking we should double it?’ Beth asked greedily. ‘Seriously?’ I chuckle. ‘Yeah why not? We’ve both still been hungry the last couple of times, we may as well just get a pizza each and whatever we don’t eat, we can have for breakfast…sound good?’ She insists. ‘Yeah, whatever makes you happy Beth!’