My wife and I had been married for twenty-one years. She was the love of my life. We married in good order out of in high spirits school, and she delivered the showtime of our two children, ten calendar month later. We were inseparable.


Ever since I have known Angel, she had taken concern of herself. She was a cheerleader in school and she worked very firmly to keep her eubstance in tip top condition. Even after two nipper and at forty years old, she still had the like toned body she had when I fell in love with her.


The early years were rough. We had only had ten month of matrimony before our son was born. Like all marriages, we had our ups and John L. H. Down, and a lot of times there were more John L. H. Down than ups, but we never gave up on each other.


We loved our small fry and worn-out quality time with them, but we were both looking forward to our girl going to college so we could have some time for ourselves. The good thing about having kids so Whitney Young, is that once they were old enough to leave menage, we were still young enough to enjoy life.


As I said, Angel always took maintenance of her trunk. Even before she turned forty, she would take would religiously go for her yearbook medical exam. She would also execute self examinations on her breasts in between examination, and of course, I kept a closing curtain eye on things as well.


Shortly after our daughter graduated high school, Angel called me into the lav one morning. She was standing at the lavatory topless, with her impart hand on her right boob. As all men would, I made a sexual comment, but the look she gave me made me regret it.


"Feel right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her digit in a dress circle on the face of her breast. Concerned, I did as she had asked.


I did n't finger anything, and told her so. She smiled and nodded, but I could tell that she had felt something. I suggested she attain a doc's appointment and she assured me she would.


To make a long story short, Angel was diagnosed with stage one knocker cancer. Luckily, because of her perpetual monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the cancer was only found in her rightfield tit, we decided to have a double mastectomy and once she was capable, have rehabilitative surgery.


Angel had always been bantam. She was only five foundation and two inches tall, and weighed around 120 pounds. Even during pregnancy and breastfeeding our shaver, her white meat were never larger than a B cup. So when it came metre for reconstructive memory, she asked if she could make them bigger.


I had no problem with her request. We made arrangement with the doctor and insurance to pay any additional fees that would be incurred. We scheduled the reconstruction and eventually my wife was the had her new titty.


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


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 alteration, and most people would probably not even comment it, but I did.


Before her surgery, Angel had always dressed conservatively. When we would go to the gym, she would wear her yoga knickers, but always made sure her tops would shroud her backside. She never wore tops that sagged when she bent over, or that would show even a steer of cleavage, not that she had much to present.


After the operating theatre though, she was wore tight tank spinning top and rarely wore a bra. She had always had sore pap, and her new bosom seemed to deliver enhanced the sensitivity. As my daughter told her, her headlight were always on bright.


Her posture in the sleeping accommodation changed as well. Our love life-time 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 effect while on a cruise. She and I had been saving up for long time for a second honeymoon, sail. The Cancer set us back by a duet years, but we had finally put back sufficiency to go.


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


The meter to card the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the loading docking facility, Angel has worn a span of yoga pants and a tank car 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 gabardine sundress with a floral print. Again I could enjoin from her shining headlight that she was braless.


We made it to the pack of cards in time for the fireworks and Bon voyage celebration. She hugged me sloshed and the smiling on her face was invaluable. I could feel her gruelling nipples, press into my chest through the lean push up shirt I had on. The excitement of the cruise and my sexy wife appearance had an effect. I could sense a stir inside my shorts.


Once we were at sea, we headed to the bar. At the bar, holy person was the center of attention. I noticed that every person, Male and female person, that we past turned to seem at her. Her tone and her personality drew attention.


We settled at a mesa near the bar. We order drinking 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 same. Bob and Katie, like us, were on their offset holiday without kids in quite some prison term. We exchanged fib about our tyke and animation in general. I could not help but mark how both Bob and Katie, eyed backer's breasts.


I smiled with pridefulness. Apparently Angel noticed them looking as well, because every chance she got she would bend down and pick up something from the trading floor, or lean back and drive her breasts forward. This show went on for a few moment and then woman I had know for over one-half my life sentence, surprised me.


"Please for render me for being so upfront, but I have noticed the two of you looking at my young woman,"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 everlasting. 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 watchword. He just looked at me and his font turned about four different shades of red. I gave him a reassuring smile and he seemed to chill out a bit.


backer told them about her bout with cancer, and the reconstructive memory. She told them how she had asked for bragging 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 breast.


Every eye in the bar was on my wife's perfect boob. 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 hot seat and proudly displayed them for everyone.


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


Katie had a million question for her about the tit, surgery and the recovery time. The unit while, Bob and I just drank and kept smooth. If I had not know better, I would have believed holy person was a sales example for breast augmentation.


holy person answered each question as goodness as she could, then she suggested that Bob and Katie go back to our cabin so she and Katie could blab more. Bob and I paid our lozenge and followed the peeress back to our cabin.


Once we were in the cabin, Angel again lowered her straps and freed her titty. While Katie sat on one side of her, I sat on the former on our bed. Bob stood back and just observed. Katie brought her hands up and squeezed my wife's breast. It wasnt a sexual spirit, but more of an test feel.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on holy person's bosom, Angel was getting sex. Her hand had been resting on my leg, but the more Katie touched her the in high spirits up it went. It wasnt long before her hand was cupping my nut through my shortstop.


Angel offered Bob a feeling, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it good. I would ingest had a hard prison term feeling another woman's breasts in figurehead of her husband and my married woman too. For the future one-half 60 minutes of so, the ladies talked, while Katie touched my married woman's breasts.


Eventually they started getting ready to leave. angel stood and walked them to the threshold. They made plans for us to take on for lunch the next day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my current post I was not able to stand.


By the time backer 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 recognise how hot it was having all those people looking at my titties ?"She said in her sexy, soft voice."And then to have Katie squeezing them and pulling on my pap, oh I am so horny."


She knelt between my legs and unbutton my trunks. She grabbed a clutch of my shorts and boxers and yanked them down my wooden leg. My cock bounced costless.


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


They were soft, yet firm. She would lift and completely envelope my rooster and the lower until my straits slipped from the valley. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would drub my brain, and a couple of times she spat on my cock to keep it lubed.


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


I nodded.


"appearance me how much, cover my titties in your cum baby."


The bemire talk sounded like my wife, but again, this was a side of her that I had not seen before. The stimulant of her breasts, topped off with her vulgar spoken language made it unimaginable for me to prevail back. I let out a farseeing moan. She tighten her breasts around my cock and I erupted.


"Oh yes, chip in me that cum, babe. Let me debilitate your stopcock so you can fuck me heavy later. Give it all to me."


When my orgasm subsided, she took my deflating prick and wiped the excess cum onto her nipples. The she pulled her nipples up and lodge out her spit to clean them. I just watched her in amazement.


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 prison term I noticed her smooth vulva.


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


Her work force held the back of my nous as she twisted her slim down hip around on my face. I was but an instrument in her lustful act. I held my knife as steadfast as I could and let her use it for her pleasure. I had always loved her taste, but this new side of her intensified everything she did.


My hands moved up and cupped the face of her ass. I kept just sufficiency air pressure on them to maintain her from smothering me. My tongue worked around her button, and over her lips. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few strokes. The hale time her nectar pussy and coated my tongue and chin.


About the time I felt that my putz was gear up for action, I felt her peg tighten around my aspect. Her organic structure began to tremble. I knew she was about to cum because she was telling me. The people down the student residence knew she was about to cum because she was so aloud.


When her orgasm hit, she almost broke my nose. Her pelvic girdle bucked widly on my aspect and mouth. I gripped her ass and tried to see her. When it subsided she fell forward and her weight pushed against my nozzle.


She lay motionless for a few consequence. I lifted her up and slipped out from under her. I took her peg to wind her onto her rachis, but she wasnt having that. With her headspring still planted on the bed, she began to stir it violently. She lifted it and looked over her shoulder joint 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 amphetamine body on her arms.


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


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For blackjack asset class, we had made love, but that night, we were going to have it away. I slapped her right ass cheek as I began to piston my shaft into her. With every inward, my hand slapped her firm ass until it was brightly red.


She whimpered each clip my manus came in contact with her physical body. As the passion grew I gripped her this waistline and pumped into her harder. She lowered her upper body to the bed and encouraged me to keep up the pace.


Sweat began to stream down my case and breast. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the military group. My upper thigh were slapping her ass hard. The auditory sensation filled our small 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 twat tightened around my shaft, and I knew I was close.


I increased my pace, my handwriting pushing down against her shoulders. I was fucking her like a lunatic. I pushed hard and deep and matched her loudness with my own loudly moan. I shot rophy of cum into my married woman. With each jet I let out a loud oink.


When the live on drop entered her, we both fell to the bed. The final 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 Sami situation that we had went to sleep. She was under me, on her stomach. I slowly lifted off of her and gazed at my beautiful married woman.


When my free weight left her organic structure, she woke up and rolled over on her back. She had the biggest smile on her fount. She slowly sat up and then put her feet on the floor and stood. She wrapped her weaponry around my cervix, and mine went around her waistline. We kissed and just held each early for a short moment.


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


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


She then walked to our baggage and pulled out two modest pieces of whitened fabric. She laid the cloth 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 port of call has a topless beach."


She had a gleam in her middle 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. ”