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The sudden loud, long blare of the ship’s horn signified the end of a yearlong naval tour and the approach of U.S. soil, home! I had been relaxing all day in my bunk fantasizing about having sex with my wife again. I hadn’t had sex since I left, only orgasms from masturbation. But that wasn’t because there weren’t opportunities to have real sex - because there were - but because there weren’t any women who turned me on. You see, I’m a just a huge-breast man. Nothing else attracts me, not facial beauty nor a nice ass or legs, or anything else - just tits, but huge ones. They have to be big, really big - and natural - and there just aren’t that many women who have them, especially where I was deployed. My wife does though. She wears a 36 DDD bra but that still belies how big and low-hanging her boobs really are. I still remember the first time I saw her get topless. I literally squirted cum across the bed when she lowered them down in front of me. In fact, I can remember lots of times when I’ve come from just looking at her boobs, which is why it’s so easy for me to masturbate when I imagine them. As the ship rounded the bend in the port’s canal I could start to see the large gathering of wives and fiancees waiting for our arrival. They sat on upholstered bleachers that faced the dock where we would disembark. The ship finally moored about 100 yards away, just far enough that I couldn’t make out individual faces. Nevertheless I carefully looked for anything that might identify my wife. She was about five foot eight, brunette and slightly heavy, although she said in her emails that she had gotten a little bigger. I felt a twinge in my cock as I thought about that. I wondered if it was her tits that may have gotten bigger. They may have, and she may have worded her message that way on purpose to make me horny. She would do that! I continued to look for my wife but didn’t see her. “There she is!,” I suddenly heard a shipmate yell out. I looked over at him and saw he was using binoculars. Evidently he was able to spot his sweetheart. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of that myself. I opened my duffle bag and grabbed my own, confident that they would enable me to find my wife. I zoomed in and focused on those in the lower front section who were the first to arrive, figuring my wife was probably down there. I scanned across the front row but didn’t see her, and then started to scan the second row. I noticed one woman looked to be pregnant and that surprised me. I couldn’t help but wonder who the father was because the tour lasted a year and even if she got pregnant the night before we sailed the child would have been born by now. Curious, I scanned the row again to look at her more closely. I found her right away because she stood out. I focused in on her as much as the binoculars would go and began to realize she wasn’t pregnant at all, or even fat, but HUGE BREASTED! I could clearly see even from that distance that her big belly bulge was all because of her tits! ‘Holy fuck!’ I said to myself, ‘that’s incredible!’ I strained my eyes to discern as much as I could. I knew I was horny from thinking about my wife’s tits for the last few days but this lady’s udders were like a dream come true. I imagined they hung down to her waist and my dick started to stiffen. I looked at her face but didn’t recognize her. She had light blond hair and wore big dark sunglasses. I wondered if she was with some one so I surveyed those around her and not only did she seem to be alone but no one was even looking at her. I know most women say huge breasts are ugly, but still, they’re jealous of them and a bust like hers is an astonishing sight. If my wife were anywhere near she would have been staring at them with concern, knowing that I was going to show up soon. She knew well that I have a fetish for enormous all-natural boobs and that I married her for her own. That spurred me to look for my wife even more vigorously, but until I was ashore I could do little more than scan the crowd with my binoculars. I began to wonder if she simply wasn’t there, ‘Maybe something happened ... Maybe she was delayed for some reason,’ I thought. My mind began to race as all kinds of other thoughts came rushing in. ‘What if she’s gone?’ I continued to scan the crowd but I couldn’t help continually looking back at the huge-titted mystery woman. ‘Maybe if my wife isn’t here - yet - I could meet this woman, or at least get a closer look at her.’ My thoughts grew bolder as I shuffled along with the ship’s crew down the gang plank to dry land. At the same time the visitors began their descent from the bleachers to join us. I tried to keep track of the mystery lady but lost her. ‘Oh my God,’ I thought, ‘She may be gone by the time I get down there! She may leave with someone else!’ I caught myself thinking that and felt desperate and guilty. ‘What am I thinking, damn it! I’m supposed to be looking for my wife!’ Finally, down on the tarmac, I looked around frantically for both women - my wife and the other one - not knowing who I would find first. I loved my wife and her boobs and had been looking forward to sucking them and fucking her hard for weeks, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted to see up close this woman who seemed to have such enormous bulbous bosoms. “Hey honey! It’s me! Over here!” I heard a woman call. I looked around but all I could see were hundreds of men and women hugging and kissing each other. Everyone was talking and yelling at once. I was surrounded by a cacophony of laughter and glee. “Hey sailor!” I heard a woman say behind me. I turned around and gasped. Standing before me was the mystery lady and her gallon-size mammaries. My eyes were drawn to her chest and I stared at them with my mouth agape. I tried to say something but couldn’t talk. I wanted to usher her aside, even though we were in the middle of a crowd, so as to hide her from my wife in case she was there. I didn’t want my wife to see me with her, or even to know that I noticed her, and thought about her so much, and felt so attracted. I wasn’t sure I could hide those feelings from her. “What’s the matter hon’? Cat got your tongue?” She asked coyly as she took off her sunglasses. As if I weren’t emotionally whipsawed enough, now I was blown away. “Marlene?” I asked incredulously, “Is that you?” Despite her blond hair and unfamiliar haircut, without sunglasses I immediately recognized her as my wife. “Oh my God!,” I said, “I didn’t recognize you!” I know that was a monumental understatement, but it wasn’t a lie either. I hate lying. “Why the disguise?,” I asked. “I wanted to surprise you,” she said, beaming with joy and bouncing lightly on her toes, making her flesh balloons jiggle and shake. “Uh, I think you would have anyway!,” feeling my cock stiffen even more at the sight of that, “You really ARE ‘a little bigger’.” “It’s all for you baby,” she said lovingly, “I had them increased 3 cup sizes. They injected fat from my butt and thighs so they’re completely natural.” I couldn’t have felt more relieved, happier or hornier. “So why don’t we go to the hotel room I got so you can see them?,” she suggested, as she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the parking lot. “God! I love you!,” I gushed, “You wouldn’t believe how much I’d like that!”
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