Chapter 3 - exploring new weight, and preparing to leave again

Getting into the house, getting our clothes off, and getting to the bed seemed to happen in the blur. My body kept trying to do several things all at once. I had to get both of our clothes off, I had to kiss her, I had to look at her, and I had to let my hands explore her. It was a very frustrating and wonderful problem to have. The first thing I noticed is how much softer she was than when I left. Her ass and thighs were always a little soft, given where she carried her weight, but now my hands sunk her to her meaty butt. As she got on top of me, the first thing I noticed (besides the extra weight) was how much wider she was now. 60 lbs is not a ton, but it is enough to noticeably change how you take up space. When she rode on top before I left, she felt so much smaller than me. Now she actually weighed more than I did and there was so much more to run my hands over. With each thrust every shook and jiggled to some degree. Her new belly and larger, softer boobs bounced with every move and I found myself mesmerized. I didn't even realize right away when she started talking. "You like what you see, don't you baby?" "Yes," I said stupidly. She still could render me stupid, and I was definitely not in a place at that point where I could think in complete sentences. It was fine though, it was better to let her do the talking. "After the first month, I figured out some great ways to really put on weight, and it turned me on knowing I would get to surprise you like this." "Baby, I love it. You're amazing," I managed to get out before cuming.

The next 5 days, we rarely got out of bed. Neither of had to work, so we just passed the time eating, sleeping, and having sex at all hours of the day and night. Sex had never been a problem for us. It was always great, but now there was this new energy. Granted some of that was because I had been gone for 6 months, but a much larger part was because we were both excited about this new, realization in our relationship. Not only did my most intense fantasy come true, but something had awoken in her. Maybe the reason she was so nonchalant about gaining after the wedding, was because secretly a part of her looked forward to it. The strongest women in her life, her mother and aunts, were all big women and they were happy. She was built just like them, why wouldn't she be big and happy too. Add to that her husband actually being turned on by her weight, and it just seemed right.

In the 5 months before I had to leave again, Ruby lost 10 lbs, putting her at 210. We stayed very active (and had a lot of sex) as we tried to fit in a year's worth of living into less than half a year. I would miss our 1 year anniversary by a few weeks, but with my deployment schedule, we still felt like newly weds. During that five months, we tried not to think about the next deployment. I actually had been picked up for an overseas assignment that would take me away for 10 months. Furthermore, the area I was going to be would limit my ability to communicate with her as easily as I did on board the ship during a more routine deployment. Emails would have to be more sporadic, and video calls would maybe happen only a handful of times throughout the year. Its a hard reality for all married military members. You end up spending more time away from your spouse than you do with them. We would endure though, and in a way I think it made us stronger.

Even though these circumstances were killing me inside, I did my best to stay positive. I really did not want to leave her for that long. She was hurting too, but she was also way more wonderful than I deserve, and did her best to keep things light and make me feel better. The night before I left I barely slept. I did not want to miss a moment of being near her. I eventually did dose off, and woke up to the sounds of her making breakfast. She pulled out all the stops and made a huge breakfast and had a big mug of coffee already on the table for me. There was a sealed envelop next to the coffee that I instinctively picked up to open. "Oh no you don't," she said sternly, and took it out of my hand and put it back on the table. "That's a surprise for when you're gone. Do not open it until you're alone." She smiled and winked at me. After breakfast she drove me to the Naval Air Station and walked me to the door. I hugged her close to me and gave my hands one more moment to quickly run across her insane curves. She kissed me deeply, and then said "You have your letter, right?" "Yes, dear." I said, feigning exasperation. She play slapped me, and then planted another quick kiss on my lips. "Come home to me, sailor."

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As I sat on the plane, I did what I could to stay positive. The next year was going to be rough, but I knew we would get through it. The plane was not full and thankfully I had a row to my self. About 2 hours into the flight I pulled the envelope from breakfast out of my pack, and opened it. Inside were some pictures wrapped in a one page note. I flipped through the pictures of my wife in her underwear from all different angles. They were hot, but strangely formal. Not really meant to be sexy exactly, although they were. In one of them she was holding a newspaper from a few days earlier. Then I read the note, which said "Honey, consider these my 'before' photos. :-) Love, Ruby" I nearly passed out with sudden anticipation.