My wife and I had been married for twenty-one years. She was the beloved of my life. We married right out of richly school day, and she delivered the offset 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 school and she worked very severe to continue her body in tip top condition. Even after two Kyd and at XL eld old, she still had the Lapplander toned body she had when I fell in love with her.


The early geezerhood were rough. We had only had ten month 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 than ups, but we never gave up on each other.


We loved our kids and exhausted caliber prison term with them, but we were both looking forward to our girl going to college so we could have some time for ourselves. The commodity thing about having kids so Pres Young, is that once they were old enough to forget home, we were still Loretta Young enough to enjoy life.


As I said, saint always took charge of her physical structure. Even before she turned forty, she would make up would religiously go for her annual checkups. She would also execute self exam on her breasts in between examination, and of course, I kept a close eye on thing as well.


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


"smell right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her fingers in a band on the side of her breast. Concerned, I did as she had asked.


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


To clear a long story short, Angel was diagnosed with stage one breast cancer. Luckily, because of her incessant monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the Crab was only found in her mighty knocker, we decided to cause a doubling mastectomy and once she was able, have reconstructive surgery.


saint had always been petite. She was only five metrical unit and two inches tall, and weighed around 120 dog pound. Even during pregnancy and breastfeeding our children, her knocker were never tumid than a B cup. So when it came time for reconstruction, she asked if she could make them bigger.


I had no job with her petition. We made arrangements with the physician and policy to pay any additional fees that would be incurred. We scheduled the reconstruction and eventually my wife was the had her new breasts.


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


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


Before her operating theater, 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 wrap up her undersurface. She never wore crest that sagged when she bent over, or that would exhibit even a touch of cleavage, not that she had much to demo.


After the OR though, she was wore taut tank teetotum and rarely wore a bra. She had always had sensitive nipples, and her new white meat seemed to have enhanced the sensitivity. As my daughter told her, her headlamp were always on bright.


Her position in the bedroom changed as well. Our honey 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 outcome while on a cruise. She and I had been saving up for year for a second honeymoon, sail. The cancer set us back by a match twelvemonth, but we had finally put back enough to go.


holy man bought a whole new press for the cruise, 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 married woman had a new outlook 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 burden bobtail, Angel Falls has worn a duet 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 sundress with a flowered print. Again I could tell from her shining headlamp that she was braless.


We made it to the deck of cards in fourth dimension for the firework and Bon voyage celebration. She hugged me crocked and the smiling on her face was priceless. I could palpate her hard teat, press into my chest through the reduce button up shirt I had on. The excitement of the cruise and my aphrodisiacal wifes appearance had an effect. I could feel a bustle inside my short.


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


We settled at a table near the bar. We parliamentary procedure 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 same. Bob and Katie, like us, were on their first vacation without nestling in quite some time. We exchanged stories about our kids and animation in universal. I could not help but observe how both Bob and Katie, eyed Angel's breasts.


I smiled with superbia. Apparently Angel noticed them looking as well, because every probability she got she would bend down and peck up something from the storey, or lean back and press her bosom forward. This show went on for a few hour and then charwoman I had know for over half my lifetime, surprised me.


"Please for give me for being so upfront, but I have noticed the two of you looking at my lady friend,"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 honorable, 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 quiet a bit.


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


Every eye in the bar was on my wife's perfect knocker. 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 chairwoman and proudly displayed them for everyone.


The bar erupted with applause and cheering. She bowed and stepped off the chair 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 head for her about the boob, operating theater and the recovery time. The whole while, Bob and I just drank and kept quiet. If I had not know better, I would have believed Angel was a sale spokesperson for breast augmentation.


Angel answered each question as unspoiled as she could, then she suggested that Bob and Katie go back to our cabin so she and Katie could talk Thomas More. Bob and I paid our tab and followed the ladies back to our cabin.


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


As Katie squeezed and pulled on Angel's boob, Angel was getting charge. Her hand had been resting on my leg, but the more Katie touched her the gamey up it went. It wasnt recollective before her hand was cupping my orchis through my short pants.


Angel offered Bob a feel, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it dependable. I would make had a hard clip feeling another woman's breast in social movement of her married man and my wife too. For the next half hour of so, the peeress talked, while Katie touched my wife's breasts.


Eventually they started getting quick to allow. holy man stood and walked them to the door. They made design for us to meet for dejeuner the future day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my stream situation I was not able to stand.


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


She knelt between my pegleg and unbutton my shorts. She grabbed a wait of my shortstop and boxers and yanked them down my legs. My rooster bounced unfreeze.


She lowered her head and ran her natural language up and down my cock, then she rose back up and moved closer. She lowered her bosom onto my cock and pulled them together. She sandwiched my putz between her beautiful new boob and began sliding them up and down it.


They were balmy, yet firm. She would reverse and completely envelope my cock and the humiliated until my foreland slipped from the valley. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would lick my head, and a couplet of times she spat on my peter to continue it lubed.


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


I nodded.


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


The dirty talk sounded like my married woman, but again, this was a face of her that I had not seen before. The stimulation of her breasts, topped off with her vulgar language made it insufferable for me to arrest back. I let out a long groan. She tighten her breasts around my cock and I erupted.


"Oh yes, give me that cum, baby. Let me drain your cock so you can sleep together me strong 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 stuck 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 prison term I noticed her unruffled vulva.


The mattress sunk with every footmark she made until she was standing right above me brass. She lowered and I watched as her freshly mount rim approached. I smelt her intoxicating aroma as moments before my tongue slithered inside her.


Her helping hand held the cover of my head as she twisted her slim rosehip around on my case. I was but an official document in her lubricious act. I held my glossa as unbendable as I could and let her use it for her pleasure. I had always loved her gustatory modality, but this new side of meat of her intensified everything she did.


My hands moved up and cupped the cheeks of her ass. I kept just decent insistency on them to keep her from smothering me. My tongue 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 tongue and Chin.


About the time I felt that my cock was ready for military 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 hall 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 mouth. I gripped her ass and tried to curb her. When it subsided she fell forward and her weightiness pushed against my nose.


She lay motionless for a few mo. 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 judder it violently. She lifted it and looked over her shoulder joint at me.


"Tonight I want to be fucked like a jade,"she said as she raised her articulatio coxae 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 position, I gave her no meter to rethink it. With one concentrated thrust I buried my rooster into her tight, wet pussycat.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For xxi plus twelvemonth, we had made love, but that night, we were going to have intercourse. I slapped her right ass cheek as I began to piston my dick into her. With every inward, my hand slapped her unwaveringly ass until it was burnished red.


She whimpered each time my hand came in tangency with her flesh. As the passion grew I gripped her this waist and pumped into her harder. She lowered her upper trunk to the bed and encouraged me to hold on up the pace.


lather began to swarm down my face and pectus. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the force. My upper thighs were slapping her ass hard. The audio 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 nipples and that pushed her over the edge yet again. Her cunt tightened around my quill, and I knew I was close.


I increased my footstep, my hand pushing down against her shoulders. I was fucking her like a madman. I pushed hard and deep and matched her loudness with my own loud moan. I shot ropes of cum into my wife. With each jet I let out a forte grunt.


When the finale drop entered her, we both fell to the bed. The stopping point thing I remembered was my cock slipping out of her and her expression,"I love you."


When we woke the next morning, we were in the Saami office that we had went to catch some Z's. She was under me, on her stomach. I slowly lifted off of her and gazed at my beautiful wife.


When my weight left her body, she woke up and rolled over on her backrest. She had the adult smiling on her face. She slowly sat up and then put her pes on the storey and stood. She wrapped her arms around my cervix, and mine went around her shank. We kissed and just held each other for a short moment.


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


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


She then walked to our luggage and pulled out two small pieces of white textile. She laid the material 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 interface of 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 bath and head down there. ”