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


Ever since I have known Angel, she had taken care of herself. She was a cheerleader in school and she worked very heavy to hold open her body in tip top status. Even after two kids and at XL class old, she still had the same toned eubstance she had when I fell in love with her.


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


We loved our kids and spent quality time with them, but we were both looking forward to our daughter going to college so we could have some prison term for ourselves. The good thing about having fry so young, is that once they were old enough to give plate, we were still untested enough to enjoy life.


As I said, Angel always took care of her body. Even before she turned forty, she would make would religiously go for her annual checkups. She would also perform self examinations on her boob in between exams, and of grade, I kept a last eye on things as well.


Shortly after our girl graduated heights school, Angel called me into the bathroom one morning. She was standing at the washbowl topless, with her left hired hand on her right titty. As all men would, I made a intimate input, but the feel she gave me made me regret it.


"Feel right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her fingers in a set on the side of her white meat. Concerned, I did as she had asked.


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


To nominate a long story abruptly, Angel was diagnosed with leg one breast cancer. Luckily, because of her constant monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the cancer was only found in her decently breast, we decided to take in a two-baser mastectomy and once she was able, have reconstructive surgery.


Angel had always been tiny. She was only five understructure and two inches tall, and weighed around 120 pounds. Even during maternity and breastfeeding our children, her bosom were never enceinte than a B cup. So when it came prison term for reconstruction, she asked if she could prepare them bigger.


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


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


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


Before her surgical procedure, Angel had always dressed conservatively. When we would go to the gym, she would wear her yoga pants, but always made for sure her tiptop would cover her fanny. She never wore peak that sagged when she bent over, or that would show even a intimation of cleavage, not that she had much to show.


After the surgery though, she was wore fast cooler tops and rarely wore a bra. She had always had sensitive pap, and her new breasts seemed to have enhanced the sensitivity. As my daughter told her, her headlights were always on bright.


Her attitude in the sleeping accommodation changed as well. Our love life history had always been good, but since her new breasts, it became amazing. When I asked her about her modification, 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 years for a second honeymoon, cruise. The Cancer the Crab set us back by a mates twelvemonth, but we had finally put back enough to go.


Angel bought a wholly new wardrobe for the sail, but she would not let me see her in any of her new clothes. She did n't want to ruin the surprise. Her concealment had me worried, but it also excited me. My married woman had a new expectation on life, and I never once tried to change it.


The time to instrument panel the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the loading dock, Angel has worn a couplet of yoga pants and a army 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 ovalbumin sundress with a flowered photographic 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 voyage celebration. She hugged me taut and the smile on her face was priceless. I could feel her firmly nipples, pressure into my pectus through the thin clit up shirt I had on. The fervour of the cruise and my sexy wifes appearance had an effect. I could feel a stir inside my shorts.


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


We settled at a tabular array near the bar. We order of magnitude potable 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 showtime vacation without tyke in quite some time. We exchanged taradiddle about our kids and life in full general. I could not avail but observe how both Bob and Katie, eyed saint's titty.


I smiled with superbia. Apparently Angel Falls noticed them looking as well, because every chance she got she would bend down and beak up something from the base, or lean back and push her breasts forward. This display went on for a few minutes and then woman I had know for over half my lifetime, surprised me.


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


Bob and Katie were as shocked as I was."Oh Angel, I am no-count, but they look so perfect. 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 cheek turned about four dissimilar specter of red. I gave him a reassuring smile and he seemed to calm a bit.


Angel told them about her bust with cancer, and the Reconstruction. She told them how she had asked for vainglorious breasts and that I had allowed her to get what she had wanted. Then without warning, Angel pulled the shoulder strap of her sundress down her arms and revealed to them her new white meat.


Every eye in the bar was on my wife's perfect breast. 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 applause and cheering. She bowed and stepped off the professorship and put the girls back into her attire. Then she sat back down and continued her conversation as nothing extraordinary had happened.


Katie had a million motion for her about the chest, operating theatre and the recovery prison term. The whole while, Bob and I just drank and kept smooth. If I had not know better, I would have believed Angel was a sales representative for boob augmentation.


Angel answered each query as good as she could, then she suggested that Bob and Katie go back to our cabin so she and Katie could spill the beans more. Bob and I paid our tablet and followed the ladies back to our cabin.


Once we were in the cabin, Angel again lowered her straps and freed her breast. 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 manpower up and squeezed my married woman's breast. It wasnt a sexual smell, but Sir Thomas More of an examen feel.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on Angel's breasts, holy person was getting energise. Her script had been resting on my leg, but the more Katie touched her the higher up it went. It wasnt long before her hand was cupping my balls through my shorts.


backer offered Bob a smell, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it safe. I would own had a hard time feeling another adult female's breasts in front of her husband and my wife too. For the next half minute of so, the dame talked, while Katie touched my wife's chest.


Eventually they started getting cook to result. Angel stood and walked them to the room access. They made plan for us to meet for luncheon the next day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my stream situation I was not able to stand.


By the clock time saint 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 multitude looking at my knocker ?"She said in her sexy, balmy voice."And then to have Katie squeezing them and pulling on my nipples, oh I am so horny."


She knelt between my legs and unbutton my shorts. She grabbed a hold of my short and boxers and yanked them down my pegleg. My cock bounced unloose.


She lowered her head and ran her knife up and down my stopcock, 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 cock and the lower until my head slipped from the vale. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would cream my head, and a couple of times she spat on my stopcock to observe it lubed.


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


I nodded.


"appearance me how lots, cut across my breast in your cum baby."


The muddied talk sounded like my married woman, but again, this was a side of her that I had not seen before. The stimulation of her breasts, topped off with her vulgar nomenclature made it unimaginable for me to hold back. I let out a tenacious groan. She tighten her breasts around my cock and I erupted.


"Oh yes, give me that cum, baby. Let me debilitate your dick so you can fuck me hard later. Give it all to me."


When my orgasm subsided, she took my deflating dick and wiped the overabundance cum onto her nipple. The she pulled her nipples up and hold fast out her natural language 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 clock time I noticed her smoothen vulva.


The mattress sunk with every step she made until she was standing right above me aspect. She lowered and I watched as her pertly rise lips approached. I smelt her intoxicating perfume as moments before my tongue slithered inside her.


Her hands held the backbone of my pass as she twisted her slim pelvic girdle around on my boldness. I was but an instrumental role in her lubricious act. I held my tongue as corpse as I could and let her use it for her delight. I had always loved her gustation, but this new side of her intensified everything she did.


My hands moved up and cupped the boldness of her ass. I kept just enough pressure on them to keep her from smothering me. My glossa worked around her clitoris, and over her sassing. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few virgule. The unanimous clip her nectar pussy and coated my lingua and Kuki-Chin.


About the time I felt that my cock was ready for natural process, I felt her wooden leg tighten around my face. Her soundbox began to tremble. I knew she was about to cum because she was telling me. The people down the Charles Francis Hall knew she was about to cum because she was so loud.


When her climax hit, she almost broke my nose. Her rose hip bucked widly on my boldness and mouthpiece. I gripped her ass and tried to control her. When it subsided she fell forward and her exercising weight pushed against my poke.


She lay motionless for a few instant. I lifted her up and slipped out from under her. I took her peg to roll her onto her back, but she wasnt having that. With her forefront 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 hip from the bed and them lifted her upper berth eubstance 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 hard thrust I buried my cock into her tight, wet pussy.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For xxi plus age, we had made love, but that night, we were going to make out. I slapped her right ass cheek as I began to piston my cock into her. With every inward, my hand slapped her firm ass until it was bright red.


She whimpered each fourth dimension my bridge player came in contact with her soma. As the passion grew I gripped her this shank 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 face and thorax. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the force. My amphetamine thighs were slapping her ass hard. The phone filled our humble 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 make for with her mammilla and that pushed her over the sharpness yet again. Her pussy tightened around my shaft, and I knew I was close.


I increased my pace, my hand pushing down against her berm. I was fucking her like a lunatic. I pushed hard and late and matched her loudness with my own tatty moan. I shot roach of cum into my married woman. With each jet I let out a loud grunt.


When the utmost drop cloth entered her, we both fell to the bed. The utmost matter I remembered was my pecker 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 sleep. She was under me, on her stomach. I slowly lifted off of her and gazed at my beautiful married woman.


When my weightiness left her trunk, she woke up and rolled over on her dorsum. She had the biggest smile on her typeface. She slowly sat up and then put her pes on the floor and stood. She wrapped her 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, finally night was the best sex ever."


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


She then walked to our baggage and pulled out two small pieces of blanched textile. 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 port of cry has a topless beach."


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


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