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


Ever since I have known Angel, she had taken charge of herself. She was a cheerleader in school and she worked very knockout to keep her eubstance in tip top condition. Even after two child and at 40 years old, she still had the same toned physical structure she had when I fell in dear with her.


The early years were jolting. We had only had ten months of union before our son was born. Like all marriages, we had our ups and down feather, and a lot of times there were more downs than ups, but we never gave up on each other.


We loved our small fry and spent quality metre with them, but we were both looking forward to our daughter going to college so we could give some fourth dimension for ourselves. The good thing about having kids so Danton True Young, is that once they were old enough to forget home, we were still young enough to enjoy life.


As I said, Angel always took care of her consistency. Even before she turned XL, she would make would religiously go for her annual medical exam. She would also execute self examinations on her titty in between exam, and of course, I kept a faithful eye on affair as well.


Shortly after our daughter graduated high up school, Angel called me into the toilet one morning. She was standing at the bathroom topless, with her left hand on her mighty breast. As all men would, I made a sexual commentary, but the look she gave me made me regret it.


"feel right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her fingers in a dress circle on the side of her tit. Concerned, I did as she had asked.


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


To take in a retentive taradiddle suddenly, Angel Falls was diagnosed with stage one chest cancer. Luckily, because of her changeless monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the cancer was only found in her right breast, we decided to have a double up mastectomy and once she was able-bodied, have reconstructive surgery.


Angel had always been petite. She was only five feet and two in improbable, and weighed around 120 pounds. Even during gestation and breastfeeding our children, her boob were never enceinte than a B cup. So when it came fourth dimension for reconstruction, she asked if she could get to them bigger.


I had no problem with her request. We made arrangements with the doctor and policy to pay any extra fees that would be incurred. We scheduled the reconstruction and eventually my married woman was the had her new breasts.


Because of her petite height, Angel had settled on a C cup. She said that she did n't want to expect too out of symmetry. I thought they looked perfective tense. They were good and firm.


After the healing process was over, and matter were getting back to formula, I began to notice a change in backer. It was n't a bad modification, and most masses 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 don her yoga bloomers, but always made sure her meridian would underwrite her derriere. She never wore tops that sagged when she bent over, or that would present even a breath of cleavage, not that she had much to demo.


After the surgical process though, she was wore plastered tank tops and rarely wore a bra. She had always had sensitive pap, and her new titty seemed to own enhanced the sensitivity. As my daughter told her, her headlight were always on bright.


Her posture in the sleeping room changed as well. Our dear life had always been good, but since her new breasts, it became amazing. When I asked her about her change, her solution was always the same,"You only live once."


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


Angel bought a altogether new wardrobe 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 worried, but it also excited me. My married woman had a new lookout on life, and I never once tried to change it.


The time to board the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the loading dock, holy man has worn a pair of yoga pant 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 sundress with a floral print. Again I could separate from her shining headlights that she was braless.


We made it to the deck in time for the fireworks and Bon ocean trip celebration. She hugged me tight and the smile on her look was priceless. I could experience her intemperately nipples, imperativeness into my dresser through the thin button up shirt I had on. The excitement of the cruise and my sexy married woman appearance had an effect. I could find a fuss inside my short circuit.


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


We settled at a table near the bar. We order drinks and talked. It was n't long before another asked if we minded them sitting with us. Of course we welcomed them.


We introduced ourselves and they did the Lapp. Bob and Katie, like us, were on their maiden vacation without minor in quite some time. We exchanged news report about our kids and life in superior general. I could not help but notice how both Bob and Katie, eyed Angel's tit.


I smiled with superbia. Apparently Angel noticed them looking as well, because every fortune she got she would bow down and pick up something from the floor, or list back and push her breasts forward. This appearance went on for a few minutes and then char I had know for over one-half my living, surprised me.


"Please for give me for being so upfront, but I have noticed the two of you looking at my girls,"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 perfect. I mean, we are around the same age, and to be honest, I wish mine looked as good as yours."


Bob did n't say a Christian Bible. He just looked at me and his boldness turned about four dissimilar tone of red. I gave him a reassuring smile and he seemed to settle down a bit.


Angel told them about her bout with Crab, and the reconstruction. She told them how she had asked for bighearted breasts and that I had allowed her to get what she had wanted. Then without warning, Angel pulled the straps of her sundress down her arms and revealed to them her new breasts.


Every eye in the bar was on my wife's perfective tense tit. She smiled as she twisted back and Forth River 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 applause and cheering. She bowed and stepped off the hot seat and put the lady friend back into her dress. Then she sat back down and continued her conversation as nothing sinful had happened.


Katie had a million enquiry for her about the boob, surgery and the convalescence clip. The whole while, Bob and I just drank and kept lull. If I had not know better, I would have believed Angel was a gross sales voice for white meat augmentation.


Angel answered each question as ripe as she could, then she suggested that Bob and Katie go back to our cabin so she and Katie could mouth more. Bob and I paid our tabs and followed the Lady back to our cabin.


Once we were in the cabin, Angel again lowered her straps and freed her boob. 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 helping hand up and squeezed my wife's breast. It wasnt a sexual feel, but more of an examination feel.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on angel's breasts, saint was getting frantic. Her hand had been resting on my leg, but the Thomas More Katie touched her the higher up it went. It wasnt yearn before her hand was cupping my Lucille Ball through my short.


Angel offered Bob a flavor, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it safe. I would have had a severely time feeling another char's chest in front of her husband and my wife too. For the next half minute of so, the ladies talked, while Katie touched my wife's breasts.


Eventually they started getting prepare to forget. Angel stood and walked them to the door. They made plans for us to fit for tiffin the following day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my current situation I was not able to stand.


By the time 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 have it away how hot it was having all those people looking at my bosom ?"She said in her sexy, soft part."And then to get Katie squeezing them and pulling on my nipples, oh I am so horny."


She knelt between my ramification and unbutton my shorts. She grabbed a custody of my shorts and bagger and yanked them down my branch. My rooster bounced free.


She lowered her head and ran her tongue up and down my cock, then she rose back up and moved closer. She lowered her breasts onto my dick and pulled them together. She sandwiched my cock between her beautiful new knocker and began sliding them up and down it.


They were soft, yet firm. She would lift and completely envelope my prick and the lower until my head slipped from the valley. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would lick my head, and a couple of times she spat on my hammer to keep it lubed.


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


I nodded.


"show me how a lot, track my boob in your cum baby."


The dirty talk sounded like my wife, but again, this was a side of her that I had not seen before. The arousal of her titty, topped off with her vulgar language made it impossible for me to obligate back. I let out a long groan. She tighten her breasts around my prick and I erupted.


"Oh yes, give me that cum, babe. Let me drain your cock so you can fuck me tough later. Give it all to me."


When my orgasm subsided, she took my deflating cock and wiped the excess cum onto her nipples. The she pulled her nipples up and wedge out her glossa to strip them. I just watched her in amazement.


Once she was done, she pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on. I had no hint 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 for the first time fourth dimension I noticed her smooth vulva.


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


Her manpower held the back of my head as she twisted her slim hip around on my font. I was but an instrument in her lustful act. I held my clapper as stiff as I could and let her use it for her pleasure. I had always loved her preference, but this new side of her intensified 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 clitoris, and over her sass. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few diagonal. The whole time her nectar pussy and coated my lingua and chin.


About the time I felt that my cock was ready for action, I felt her legs tighten around my face. Her torso began to tremble. I knew she was about to cum because she was telling me. The people down the residence knew she was about to cum because she was so loud.


When her orgasm hit, she almost broke my nose. Her pelvis bucked widly on my face and backtalk. I gripped her ass and tried to see to it her. When it subsided she fell forward and her weighting pushed against my nose.


She lay motionless for a few second. I lifted her up and slipped out from under her. I took her legs to roll her onto her back, 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 slut,"she said as she raised her hips from the bed and them lifted her upper body on her arms.


Before, she had never liked doggystyle because she said it lacked intimacy.So when she was in stance, I gave her no clip to rethink it. With one hard poke I buried my cock into her tight, wet pussy.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For xxi plus geezerhood, we had made dear, but that night, we were going to get laid. I slapped her right ass cheek as I began to piston my peter into her. With every inward, my hand slapped her truehearted ass until it was bright red.


She whimpered each time my handwriting came in inter-group communication with her flesh. As the love grew I gripped her this waistline and pumped into her harder. She lowered her upper body to the bed and encouraged me to celebrate up the pace.


fret began to rain buckets down my face and chest. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the force. My upper thighs were slapping her ass hard. The sound filled our minor 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 played with her pap and that pushed her over the edge yet again. Her cunt tightened around my lance, and I knew I was close.


I increased my pace, my bridge player pushing down against her shoulders. I was fucking her like a lunatic. I pushed hard and cryptic and matched her loudness with my own flashy moan. I shot circle of cum into my wife. With each jet I let out a loud grunt.


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


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


When my system of weights left her dead body, she woke up and rolled over on her back. She had the braggart smile on her expression. She slowly sat up and then put her feet on the floor and stood. She wrapped her subdivision around my neck, and mine went around her waist. We kissed and just held each other for a unawares moment.


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


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


She then walked to our luggage and pulled out two lowly spell of white fabric. She laid the fabric onto the bed. It was a g-string two-piece. Once it was laid out like she wanted, she turned and looked at me.


"Today, our larboard of call has a topless beach."


She had a lambency in her eyes 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. ”