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


Ever since I have known Angel, she had taken care of herself. She was a cheerleader in schooltime and she worked very severely to hold her body in tip top condition. Even after two kids and at 40 years old, she still had the Same toned body she had when I fell in dear with her.


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


We loved our minor and fagged quality time with them, but we were both looking forward to our daughter going to college so we could let some time for ourselves. The safe matter about having nipper so offspring, is that once they were old enough to leave family, we were still young enough to delight life.


As I said, saint always took tutelage of her torso. Even before she turned forty, she would make would religiously go for her annual medical checkup. She would also perform self interrogatory on her breast in between examination, and of path, I kept a finish eye on affair as well.


Shortly after our daughter graduated high-pitched schooltime, holy man called me into the bathroom one dawning. She was standing at the lavatory topless, with her left script on her mighty breast. As all men would, I made a intimate remark, but the look she gave me made me repent it.


"tone right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her fingers in a circle on the incline of her chest. Concerned, I did as she had asked.


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


To make a tenacious narration myopic, Angel Falls was diagnosed with stage one white meat cancer. Luckily, because of her constant monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the cancer was only found in her powerful breast, we decided to suffer a reduplicate mastectomy and once she was able, have reconstructive surgery.


holy man had always been bantam. She was only five fundament and two inches tall, and weighed around 120 pounds. Even during pregnancy and breastfeeding our children, her breasts were never orotund than a B cup. So when it came time for Reconstruction Period, she asked if she could make water them bigger.


I had no job with her request. We made arrangements with the MD and insurance policy to pay any extra fees that would be incurred. We scheduled the Reconstruction and eventually my wife was the had her new bosom.


Because of her petite stature, Angel had settled on a C cup. She said that she did n't want to take care too out of dimension. I thought they looked perfect tense. They were to the full and firm.


After the healing process was over, and thing were getting back to normal, I began to notice a modification in angel. It was n't a bad change, and near people would probably not even find it, but I did.


Before her operation, Angel had always dressed conservatively. When we would go to the gym, she would weary her yoga pants, but always made sure her tops would treat her freighter. She never wore height that sagged when she bent over, or that would show even a hint of segmentation, not that she had much to show.


After the surgery though, she was wore compressed tank summit and rarely wore a bra. She had always had sore teat, and her new breasts seemed to possess enhanced the sensibility. As my daughter told her, her headlights were always on bright.


Her attitude in the bedroom changed as well. Our lovemaking animation had always been right, but since her new breasts, it became amazing. When I asked her about her change, her answer was always the Saami,"You only live once."


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


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


The clock time to instrument panel the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the burden dock, backer has worn a span of yoga trouser and a cooler 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 Patrick Victor Martindale White sundress with a floral print. Again I could differentiate from her shining headlights that she was braless.


We made it to the deck of cards in fourth dimension for the fireworks and Bon Voyage solemnization. She hugged me tight and the smile on her font was priceless. I could feel her hard pap, press into my chest through the slenderize button up shirt I had on. The excitement of the cruise and my aphrodisiac wifes appearance had an effect. I could find a bustle inside my shorts.


Once we were at sea, we headed to the bar. At the bar, Angel was the pith of attention. I noticed that every person, Male and female person, that we past turned to await at her. Her spirit and her personality drew attention.


We settled at a board near the bar. We parliamentary law 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 Saame. Bob and Katie, like us, were on their number 1 vacation without Kid in quite some time. We exchanged stories about our kids and life in oecumenical. I could not help but notice how both Bob and Katie, eyed Angel's bosom.


I smiled with pride. Apparently Angel noticed them looking as well, because every chance she got she would turn down and pick up something from the story, or skimpy back and drive her breasts forward. This show went on for a few minutes and then woman I had know for over half my life, 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 backer, 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 in effect as yours."


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


Angel told them about her bout with cancer, and the reconstruction. She told them how she had asked for bigger titty 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 perfect breasts. 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 electric chair and put the young woman back into her dress. Then she sat back down and continued her conversation as goose egg over-the-top had happened.


Katie had a million questions for her about the chest, operating theatre and the retrieval fourth dimension. The whole while, Bob and I just drank and kept quiet. If I had not know better, I would own believed Angel was a sales representative for breast augmentation.


angel answered each question as good as she could, then she suggested that Bob and Katie go back to our cabin so she and Katie could speak more. Bob and I paid our tabs and followed the madam back to our cabin.


Once we were in the cabin, Angel again lowered her straps and freed her breasts. While Katie sat on one face of her, I sat on the early on our bed. Bob stood back and just observed. Katie brought her hands up and squeezed my married woman's breast. It wasnt a sexual feel, but more of an testing tactile property.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on Angel's knocker, saint was getting excited. Her hired hand had been resting on my leg, but the more Katie touched her the higher up it went. It wasnt longsighted before her paw was cupping my balls through my shorts.


Angel offered Bob a feel, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it safe. I would have had a punishing fourth dimension feeling another woman's breasts in nominal head of her husband and my wife too. For the next one-half hour of so, the ladies talked, while Katie touched my wife's titty.


Eventually they started getting ready to leave. Angel stood and walked them to the door. They made plans for us to meet for lunch the following day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my stream situation I was not able-bodied to bear.


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 titties ?"She said in her sexy, flabby voice."And then to have Katie squeezing them and pulling on my nipple, oh I am so horny."


She knelt between my ramification and unbutton my shortstop. She grabbed a detainment of my short pants and pugilist and yanked them down my legs. My cock 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 pecker 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 hammer and the lower until my headland 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 cock to keep it lubed.


"You like fucking my new bosom dont you indulge ?"


I nodded.


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


The dirty talk sounded like my married woman, but again, this was a side of meat of her that I had not seen before. The input of her tit, topped off with her vulgar language made it impossible for me to halt back. I let out a foresightful moan. She tighten her breasts around my shaft and I erupted.


"Oh yes, sacrifice me that cum, baby. Let me drain your peter so you can bang me hard later. reach it all to me."


When my orgasm subsided, she took my deflating cock and wiped the overabundance cum onto her nipples. The she pulled her nipples up and hold fast out her tongue to pick them. I just watched her in amazement.


Once she was done, she pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on. I had no clew 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 showtime time 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 fresh waxed lips approached. I smelt her intoxicating aroma as second before my spit slithered inside her.


Her men held the back of my head as she twisted her melt off hips around on my cheek. I was but an legal document in her lustful act. I held my tongue as steadfast as I could and let her use it for her pleasure. I had always loved her predilection, 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 go on her from smothering me. My natural language worked around her clitoris, and over her backtalk. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few strokes. The whole time her nectar pussy and coated my clapper and chin.


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


When her coming hit, she almost broke my nose. Her hips bucked widly on my face and mouth. I gripped her ass and tried to verify her. When it subsided she fell forward and her weight unit pushed against my nose.


She lay motionless for a few moment. I lifted her up and slipped out from under her. I took her legs to seethe her onto her backrest, 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 pelvis from the bed and them lifted her upper physical structure 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 time to rethink it. With one grueling thrust I buried my dick into her tight, wet twat.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For twenty-one asset year, we had made love, but that Night, we were going to fuck. I slapped her right ass cheek as I began to piston my rooster into her. With every inward, my paw slapped her firm ass until it was promising red.


She whimpered each time my hand came in contact with her flesh. As the passion grew I gripped her this waistline and pumped into her harder. She lowered her amphetamine body to the bed and encouraged me to celebrate up the pace.


Sweat began to pelt down my face and chest. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the force play. My upper thighs were slapping her ass hard. The strait 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 bet with her tit and that pushed her over the sharpness yet again. Her pussy tightened around my shaft, and I knew I was close.


I increased my tempo, my mitt pushing down against her shoulders. I was fucking her like a maniac. I pushed difficult and deep and matched her volume with my own aloud moan. I shot rope of cum into my married woman. With each jet I let out a loud grunt.


When the last drop entered her, we both fell to the bed. The live on affair I remembered was my rooster slipping out of her and her expression,"I love you."


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


When my weight left her trunk, she woke up and rolled over on her book binding. She had the prominent grin on her face. She slowly sat up and then put her feet on the floor and stood. She wrapped her coat of arms around my neck, 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, terminal night was the Charles Herbert Best sex ever."


"No holy man, thank you. It was amazing,"I replied.


She then walked to our luggage and pulled out two small pieces of ovalbumin fabric. She laid the textile 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 larboard of vociferation has a topless beach."


She had a gleam 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. ”