“California?” She asked, raising a ginger-red eyebrow and smiling at you with clear curiosity. “What’s there?”
“Well, it was going to be a surprise, but I suppose the cat’s out of the bag,” You said with a smile, pulling your other hand from behind your back to reveal a second pair of printed paper tickets. “We’re going to be taking a cruise to Hawaii!”
Steph’s eyes lit up at that. Yours had too when her parents had told you the plan. They’d explained in the email you’d received not long before the elopement that they’d booked you at least passage to your honeymoon, and Steph had, they said, always wanted to go on a cruise. She’d been on one when she was still in college, but she had loved the experience so much that she always brought it up.
So you, being the loving then-fiance and more loving now-husband to your fiery-haired feedist, had quickly agreed and printed them out to be tucked away. The only flight you’d been able to find to California was a bit of a drive away, but the port town you’d be setting sail from was supposedly quite nice.
“I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii! And a cruise? Oh, honeybun, you shouldn’t have!” Steph practically cooed, launching forward and wrapping her arms around you. She squeezed you tightly, her python-like grip strength crushing a lower rib or two, and her hands gave an appreciative squeeze of your still-forming lovehandles as she released you. “I love cruises! The food is always so good.” She placed one hand on your chest, reached up to tuck a lock of her long red hair back behind her ear and over a freckled shoulder. You could feel her soft middle pressing into your own as she did, and a wide grin split those pretty, pink lips of hers. “I’m going to totally just pig out. Ooh, I’m going to need a swimsuit! And some sunglasses… We’ll have to go shopping when we get to California.”
Typical Steph. Even being surprised, she was already formulating a game plan as though the whole thing had been her idea to begin with. You smiled, wrapping an arm around her still-slim shoulders and pulling her close, rubbing at the growing patch of softness that rounded out her upper arms. You really were grateful that her parents had emailed you these tickets because the look on your wife’s face was almost as pretty as it had been when you’d signed the papers at the courthouse.
“You’re gonna need one too, mister,” She said, prodding you in the middle where your rounded middle made its impression known. “Two weeks is a long time for us to hit the buffets and laze by the pool.”
Steph always made sure there was food wherever you both were going, and this luxury cruise boasted some of the finest dining establishments and-
“Hey, how did you know it’s two weeks long?”
Steph tilted her head. “Huh? Oh, lucky guess. That’s how long my last one was.” She shrugged and smiled, giving you a pat on the rump and then nodding off towards the security checkpoint. “Now c’mon, I want to take my belt off in front of the security guard so he can see how round I’m getting lately,” She said, grabbing your hand and tugging you forward, “Ooooh, I’m glad I wore the skinny jeans. I’m gonna really make a show out of bending over to take my shoes off. These things make my ass look huge, right babe?”
She reached up, cupped your cheek, and kissed your other, whispering to you, “Better pay attention, cutie.” Steph was almost giggling as she practically skipped towards the baggage scanners, leaving you breathing heavy, red in the face, and able to look at nothing but the restrained bounce of your wife’s ass in skintight denim. It really did look bigger than ever. Well, maybe when she was naked.
You thought of the honeymoon as you both walked to your terminal, Steph biting her lip and whispering something to you about how fun it would be to need two seats the next time you flew.
She tugged you into the airport’s small food court, sat you down, and returned with two hefty trays of chinese. And then another of a pair of burger meals. And two slices of pizza for each of you.
“Okay… Hour and a half until we board,” Steph said, eyes gleaming in the fluorescent airport lights, her green eyes cast in technicolor hues by the faded pink and blue tiling which had probably looked alright at some point, “I don’t want to see anything but wrappers and empty plates by then, okay?” She picked up a thick, fried chicken sandwich and tore a thick bite from it. You picked up your own pizza and took a bite and she looked at you expectantly. You took a bigger one, gulped it down, and she smiled and returned to stuffing her face with… Remarkable dedication.
Just another thing you loved about her.
“C’mon, slim, I can’t finish this on my own and you know how I feel about wasting food.”
You did and had always loved that about her, so you grabbed an egg roll and choked it down in two bites.
“Mmm~ Fuck, that’s hot.”
By the time your boarding number was called, the two of you were stuffed to the gills. Steph had loosened her belt by a notch, the strained button on her jeans causing a pretty noticeable rolling of pudge that hadn’t been possible when you’d met not that long ago. That was a muffintop. Your hand reached out and squished it; she bit her lip, her eyelids fluttering as she bit back a moan. “Oof, e-easy, tiger, I’m sensitive,” She said, “And very fuckin’ full. Oogh, I think I may have overdone it.”
That was an understatement. You’d each had practically three meals. While you’d encouraged Steph to stuff herself a lot, this had been one of the first times she’d really pushed just as much on to you… But the show had made it well worth it. Watching her squirm and pant and struggle to finish that last bite of fried rice had been… Well, you were glad that her parents had booked the honeymoon suite.
Still, you’d been forced to unbutton your own pants, a tight ball of food pressing against your shirt and making you look like you’d swallowed a basketball. By the time you both were seated on the plane, you were just grateful for the opportunity to sit and digest for a while.
Of course, Steph had ordered each of you an in-flight meal once you’d reached altitude, asked for two snacks, and chugged soda throughout the flight, so you both stepped off totally stuffed and both eager for what your trip entailed.
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