My wife and I had been married for twenty-one years. She was the love of my life. We married right out of high school, and she delivered the maiden of our two children, ten months later. We were inseparable.


Ever since I have known Angel Falls, she had taken care of herself. She was a cheerleader in schooling and she worked very hard to keep her trunk in tip top condition. Even after two kids and at forty years old, she still had the Sami toned body she had when I fell in love with her.


The early years were roughly. We had only had ten months of spousal relationship before our son was born. Like all marriages, we had our ups and John L. H. Down, and a lot of clip there were more downs than ups, but we never gave up on each other.


We loved our Kid and spent caliber time with them, but we were both looking forward to our girl going to college so we could have some clip for ourselves. The good thing about having Thomas Kyd so new, is that once they were old enough to pull up stakes house, we were still youthful enough to savor life.


As I said, Angel always took care of her torso. Even before she turned forty, she would nominate would religiously go for her annual checkup. She would also do self examinations on her breasts in between examination, and of course, I kept a close eye on thing as well.


Shortly after our daughter graduated high shoal, Angel called me into the bathroom one morning. She was standing at the lavatory topless, with her remaining hand on her correct breast. As all men would, I made a sexual comment, but the smell she gave me made me regret it.


"tone right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her finger's breadth in a dress circle on the side of meat of her titty. Concerned, I did as she had asked.


I did n't feel anything, and told her so. She smiled and nodded, but I could say that she had felt something. I suggested she induce a Doctor's appointment and she assured me she would.


To make a long floor brusque, Angel was diagnosed with stage one chest Cancer. Luckily, because of her constant monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the Cancer the Crab was only found in her right chest, we decided to have a image mastectomy and once she was able-bodied, have reconstructive surgery.


Angel had always been flyspeck. She was only five feet and two inch magniloquent, and weighed around 120 Egyptian pound. Even during gestation and breastfeeding our children, her breasts were never larger than a B cup. So when it came time for Reconstruction Period, she asked if she could defecate them bigger.


I had no problem with her request. We made arrangements with the doc and insurance to pay any additional fees that would be incurred. We scheduled the reconstructive memory and eventually my wife was the had her new breasts.


Because of her petite stature, Angel had settled on a C cup. She said that she did n't want to look too out of dimension. I thought they looked perfect. They were wax and house.


After the healing process was over, and things were getting back to normal, I began to notice a change in Angel. It was n't a bad change, and almost multitude would probably not even discover it, but I did.


Before her surgery, angel had always dressed conservatively. When we would go to the gym, she would wear her yoga gasp, but always made for sure her tops would deal her tooshie. She never wore tops that sagged when she bent over, or that would indicate even a hint of cleavage, not that she had much to express.


After the surgery though, she was wore tight tank tops and rarely wore a bra. She had always had spiritualist nipples, and her new breasts seemed to suffer enhanced the sensitiveness. As my daughter told her, her headlight were always on bright.


Her attitude in the chamber changed as well. Our love life had always been good, but since her new breasts, it became amazing. When I asked her about her change, her answer was always the same,"You only live once."


Her change really took upshot while on a sail. She and I had been saving up for years for a secondment honeymoon, cruise. The cancer set us back by a duo age, but we had finally put back enough to go.


Angel bought a whole new closet for the cruise, but she would not let me see her in any of her new clothes. She did n't want to ruin the surprise. Her secrecy had me disturbed, but it also excited me. My wife had a new outlook on life, and I never once tried to change it.


The sentence to board the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the loading dock, Angel has worn a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, with no bra. Once we were on the ship, she went to our cabin and into the restroom. When she came out she was wearing a White River sundress with a floral print. Again I could assure from her shining headlamp that she was braless.


We made it to the deck in prison term for the pyrotechnic and Bon Voyage celebration. She hugged me tight and the grin on her face was priceless. I could feel her hard nipples, press into my bureau through the thin clit up shirt I had on. The excitement of the cruise and my sexy wifes visual aspect had an impression. I could find a stir inside my shorts.


Once we were at sea, we headed to the bar. At the bar, Angel was the midpoint of attention. I noticed that every person, male and female, that we past turned to look at her. Her looks and her personality drew tending.


We settled at a mesa near the bar. We club boozing and talked. It was n't long before another asked if we minded them sitting with us. Of course of study we welcomed them.


We introduced ourselves and they did the same. Bob and Katie, like us, were on their first vacation without kids in quite some metre. We exchanged stories about our kid and lifespan in superior general. I could not help but notice how both Bob and Katie, eyed Angel's breasts.


I smiled with superbia. Apparently holy person noticed them looking as well, because every luck she got she would bend down and pick up something from the floor, or thin back and tug her tit forward. This show went on for a few minutes and then char I had know for over one-half my aliveness, surprised me.


"Please for yield me for being so upfront, but I have noticed the two of you looking at my young lady,"she said as she took a sip for her fruity cocktail.


Bob and Katie were as shocked as I was."Oh Angel, I am sorry, but they look so perfective. I mean, we are around the Same age, and to be fair, I wish mine looked as good as yours."


Bob did n't say a word. He just looked at me and his face turned about four different shades of red. I gave him a reassuring smile and he seemed to calm a bit.


Angel told them about her bout with cancer, and the reconstructive memory. She told them how she had asked for braggy breasts and that I had allowed her to get what she had wanted. Then without warning, holy person pulled the straps of her sundress down her arms and revealed to them her new white meat.


Every eye in the bar was on my married woman's perfective breasts. She smiled as she twisted back and Forth shaking them for Bob and Katie. When she realized that everyone was looking at her she stood up in her chair and proudly displayed them for everyone.


The bar erupted with clapping and cheering. She bowed and stepped off the chairwoman and put the missy back into her frock. Then she sat back down and continued her conversation as nothing extraordinary had happened.


Katie had a million interrogative sentence for her about the chest, operating room and the recovery fourth dimension. The whole while, Bob and I just drank and kept quiet. If I had not know better, I would have believed saint was a sales voice for breast augmentation.


Angel answered each dubiousness as good as she could, then she suggested that Bob and Katie go back to our cabin so she and Katie could sing More. Bob and I paid our chit and followed the ladies back to our cabin.


Once we were in the cabin, Angel again lowered her strap and freed her breasts. While Katie sat on one side of her, I sat on the other on our bed. Bob stood back and just observed. Katie brought her hands up and squeezed my wife's tit. It wasnt a sexual feel, but Thomas More of an interrogation feel.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on angel's breast, Angel was getting excited. Her mitt had been resting on my leg, but the more Katie touched her the higher up it went. It wasnt long before her paw was cupping my balls through my shortstop.


Angel offered Bob a feel, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it safe. I would have had a arduous time feeling another woman's chest in front of her husband and my wife too. For the succeeding one-half time of day of so, the ladies talked, while Katie touched my married woman's breasts.


Eventually they started getting quick to leave. Angel Falls stood and walked them to the door. They made architectural plan for us to meet for luncheon the next day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my flow situation I was not able to support.


By the meter Angel made it back to me, she had removed the sundress entirely and was naked. She walked seductively toward me. I just sat there and smiled as I waited for her to get nearer.


"Do you know how hot it was having all those people looking at my titty ?"She said in her sexy, gentle voice."And then to get Katie squeezing them and pulling on my pap, oh I am so horny."


She knelt between my stage and unbutton my shorts. She grabbed a hold of my shorts and boxers and yanked them down my leg. My shaft bounced free.


She lowered her point and ran her clapper up and down my cock, then she rose back up and moved closer. She lowered her breasts onto my pecker and pulled them together. She sandwiched my prick between her beautiful new boob and began sliding them up and down it.


They were piano, yet firm. She would lift and completely envelope my cock and the lower until my drumhead slipped from the valley. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would figure out my capitulum, and a couple of times she spat on my cock to keep back it lubed.


"You like fucking my new titties dont you baby ?"


I nodded.


"Show me how much, cover my boob in your cum baby."


The dirty talk sounded like my wife, but again, this was a side of meat of her that I had not seen before. The stimulation of her boob, topped off with her vulgar language made it insufferable for me to deem back. I let out a foresighted moan. She tighten her breasts around my cock and I erupted.


"Oh yes, give me that cum, baby. Let me drain your prick so you can fuck me backbreaking later. Give it all to me."


When my orgasm subsided, she took my deflating cock and wiped the excess cum onto her mamilla. The she pulled her nipples up and amaze out her tongue to clean them. I just watched her in astonishment.


Once she was done, she pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on. I had no clue what she was about to do, but I was going to do whatever she wanted me to. She stood up onto the bed and straddled me, it was the first time I noticed her smooth vulva.


The mattress sunk with every footstep she made until she was standing right above me face. She lowered and I watched as her freshly waxed mouth approached. I smelt her intoxicating olfactory property as moment before my spit slithered inside her.


Her hands held the binding of my head as she twisted her slim hips around on my face. I was but an instrument in her lascivious act. I held my spit as steady as I could and let her use it for her pleasure. I had always loved her taste, but this new English of her compound everything she did.


My hands moved up and cupped the cheeks of her ass. I kept just enough pressure on them to keep her from smothering me. My spit worked around her button, and over her sass. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few strokes. The whole clock time her ambrosia pussy and coated my tongue and chin.


About the sentence I felt that my cock was ready for action, I felt her legs tighten around my cheek. Her eubstance began to tremble. I knew she was about to cum because she was telling me. The masses down the hall knew she was about to cum because she was so brassy.


When her climax hit, she almost broke my nozzle. Her rose hip bucked widly on my face and sassing. I gripped her ass and tried to control her. When it subsided she fell forward and her weight pushed against my nuzzle.


She lay motionless for a few moment. I lifted her up and slipped out from under her. I took her leg to stray her onto her rear, but she wasnt having that. With her head still planted on the bed, she began to shake it violently. She lifted it and looked over her shoulder at me.


"Tonight I want to be fucked like a hussy,"she said as she raised her hips from the bed and them lifted her amphetamine body on her arms.


Before, she had never liked doggystyle because she said it lacked intimacy.So when she was in berth, I gave her no sentence to rethink it. With one hard thrust I buried my putz into her tight, wet twat.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For twenty-one asset years, we had made passion, but that dark, we were going to fuck. I slapped her right ass boldness as I began to piston my cock into her. With every inward, my deal slapped her firm ass until it was bright red.


She whimpered each sentence my hired man came in striking with her flesh. As the mania grew I gripped her this waist and pumped into her harder. She lowered her upper physical structure to the bed and encouraged me to keep up the pace.


Sweat began to well out down my aspect and bureau. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the strength. My amphetamine thigh were slapping her ass hard. The sound filled our low cabin. She was not restraining herself either.


She had multiple orgasms as I plowed into her. With each one she seemed to get louder. I reached around her and dally with her nipples and that pushed her over the edge yet again. Her pussy tightened around my lance, and I knew I was close.


I increased my pace, my manus pushing down against her shoulder joint. I was fucking her like a madman. I pushed hard and deep and matched her loudness with my own gaudy moan. I shot Mexican valium of cum into my wife. With each jet I let out a loud grunt.


When the last dip entered her, we both fell to the bed. The last thing I remembered was my cock slipping out of her and her saying,"I love you."


When we woke the next morning, we were in the same position that we had went to kip. She was under me, on her stomach. I slowly lifted off of her and gazed at my beautiful married woman.


When my weight left her consistence, she woke up and rolled over on her book binding. She had the grown smile on her nerve. She slowly sat up and then put her invertebrate foot on the storey and stood. She wrapped her arms around my cervix, and mine went around her waist. We kissed and just held each other for a short moment.


She looked up at me and smiled."Thank you, last nighttime was the honest sex ever."


"No Angel, thank you. It was amazing,"I replied.


She then walked to our baggage and pulled out two small art object of white fabric. She laid the framework onto the bed. It was a g-string bikini. Once it was laid out like she wanted, she turned and looked at me.


"Today, our embrasure of telephone call has a topless beach."


She had a gleam in her centre that I had never seen before. I walked over to her and kissed her.


"I guess we had better get a shower and head down there. ”