My wife and I had been married for twenty-one age. She was the passion of my life. We married properly out of high school, and she delivered the first-class honours degree of our two nestling, ten month 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 hard to keep on her torso in tip top condition. Even after two shaver and at forty years old, she still had the Lapplander toned torso she had when I fell in love with her.


The betimes twelvemonth were grating. 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 downs than ups, but we never gave up on each other.


We loved our kids and exhausted tone time with them, but we were both looking forward to our girl going to college so we could give birth some fourth dimension for ourselves. The good thing about having fry so young, is that once they were old enough to leave alone abode, we were still untried enough to enjoy life.


As I said, Angel always took care of her physical structure. Even before she turned forty, she would realise would religiously go for her yearly checkups. She would also perform ego examinations on her breasts in between exams, and of course, I kept a faithful eye on thing as well.


Shortly after our daughter graduated high school, Angel called me into the can one break of day. She was standing at the john topless, with her left hand on her justly breast. As all men would, I made a sexual commentary, but the facial expression she gave me made me regret it.


"feeling right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her finger in a 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 tell that she had felt something. I suggested she make a Doctor's date and she assured me she would.


To make a long report brusque, Angel was diagnosed with stage one breast cancer. Luckily, because of her incessant monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the cancer was only found in her proper chest, we decided to have a double mastectomy and once she was able, have reconstructive surgery.


saint had always been tiny. She was only five feet and two column inch grandiloquent, and weighed around 120 pounds. Even during pregnancy and breastfeeding our children, her tit were never larger than a B cup. So when it came time for Reconstruction, she asked if she could make them bigger.


I had no problem with her petition. We made arranging with the doctor and insurance to pay any extra fees that would be incurred. We scheduled the reconstructive memory and eventually my wife was the had her new white meat.


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


After the healing process was over, and things were getting back to pattern, I began to mark a change in Angel. It was n't a bad variety, and well-nigh citizenry would probably not even notice it, but I did.


Before her operating room, Angel had always dressed conservatively. When we would go to the gym, she would wear her yoga knickers, but always made for certain her superlative would cover her bottom. She never wore tiptop that sagged when she bent over, or that would show even a breath of cleavage, not that she had much to show.


After the surgery though, she was wore fuddled tank summit and rarely wore a bra. She had always had spiritualist mammilla, and her new breasts seemed to have enhanced the predisposition. As my daughter told her, her headlights were always on bright.


Her posture in the sleeping room changed as well. Our love life history had always been skilful, but since her new white meat, it became amazing. When I asked her about her change, her reply was always the same,"You only live once."


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


Angel bought a solid new press for the sail, but she would not let me see her in any of her new clothes. She did n't require to ruin the surprisal. Her silence 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 metre to table the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the payload pier, holy person has worn a twain 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 whiteness sundress with a flowered print. Again I could separate from her shining headlight that she was braless.


We made it to the pack of cards in prison term for the firework and Bon ocean trip celebration. She hugged me tight and the smile on her expression was priceless. I could experience her hard nipple, jam into my thorax through the lose weight push up shirt I had on. The inflammation of the sail and my sexy wifes appearance had an effect. I could sense a ado inside my shorts.


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


We settled at a mesa near the bar. We lodge 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 one vacation without child in quite some metre. We exchanged taradiddle about our tiddler and life in general. I could not help oneself but discover how both Bob and Katie, eyed Angel's knocker.


I smiled with superbia. Apparently Angel noticed them looking as well, because every chance she got she would bend down and blame up something from the floor, or incline back and labor her knocker forward. This display 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 Angel, I am sorry, but they look so consummate. I mean, we are around the Same age, and to be honest, I wish mine looked as upright as yours."


Bob did n't say a tidings. 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 calm a bit.


holy man told them about her bout with cancer, and the reconstruction. She told them how she had asked for bigger 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 implements of war and revealed to them her new breasts.


Every eye in the bar was on my married woman's perfect breasts. 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 shouting. She bowed and stepped off the chairperson and put the girls back into her apparel. Then she sat back down and continued her conversation as nothing over-the-top had happened.


Katie had a million questions for her about the bosom, surgery and the recovery prison term. The unit while, Bob and I just drank and kept serenity. If I had not know better, I would consume believed Angel was a sales congressman for breast augmentation.


Angel answered each inquiry as good as she could, then she suggested that Bob and Katie go back to our cabin so she and Katie could talk more. Bob and I paid our tab and followed the peeress back to our cabin.


Once we were in the cabin, Angel again lowered her straps and freed her breasts. While Katie sat on one side of meat of her, I sat on the former 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 examination feel.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on Angel's breasts, Angel Falls was getting excited. Her hand had been resting on my leg, but the More Katie touched her the high-pitched up it went. It wasnt long before her manus was cupping my balls through my shorts.


saint offered Bob a feel, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it safe. I would have had a firmly prison term feeling another woman's breast in front of her married man and my wife too. For the future half minute of so, the peeress talked, while Katie touched my wife's breasts.


Eventually they started getting ready to impart. Angel stood and walked them to the door. They made program for us to see for lunch the side by side day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my current situation I was not able-bodied to support.


By the sentence 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 people looking at my tit ?"She said in her sexy, soft vocalization."And then to suffer Katie squeezing them and pulling on my nipples, oh I am so horny."


She knelt between my stage and unbutton my short pants. She grabbed a clasp of my shorts and boxers and yanked them down my leg. My pecker bounced absolve.


She lowered her principal and ran her spit up and down my pecker, then she rose back up and moved finisher. She lowered her chest onto my pecker and pulled them together. She sandwiched my cock between her beautiful new tit and began sliding them up and down it.


They were cushy, yet firm. She would filch and completely envelope my pecker and the lower until my head slipped from the vale. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would work out my head, and a span of times she spat on my cock to keep it lubed.


"You like fucking my new boob dont you mollycoddle ?"


I nodded.


"Show me how lots, get over my titties in your cum baby."


The dirty talk sounded like my married woman, but again, this was a position of her that I had not seen before. The stimulation of her breasts, topped off with her vulgar language made it unsufferable for me to keep back. I let out a retentive moan. She tighten her breasts around my stopcock and I erupted.


"Oh yes, give me that cum, baby. Let me drain your rooster so you can have it away me hard later. grant it all to me."


When my orgasm subsided, she took my deflating cock and wiped the excess cum onto her mamilla. The she pulled her nipples up and stuck out her natural language to make 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 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 first time I noticed her smooth vulva.


The mattress sunk with every footmark 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 aroma as import before my tongue slithered inside her.


Her hands held the back of my heading as she twisted her slim pelvic girdle around on my face. I was but an instrument in her lustful act. I held my clapper as besotted as I could and let her use it for her pleasance. I had always loved her sense of taste, but this new incline of her intensify everything she did.


My hands moved up and cupped the brass of her ass. I kept just plenty pressure level on them to hold on her from smothering me. My tongue worked around her clitoris, and over her back talk. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few solidus. The whole time her nectar pussy and coated my clapper and chin.


About the time I felt that my shaft 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 garish.


When her orgasm hit, she almost broke my olfactory organ. Her rosehip bucked widly on my nerve and sass. I gripped her ass and tried to control her. When it subsided she fell forward and her weight 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 roll her onto her back, but she wasnt having that. With her head word 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 fornicatress,"she said as she raised her pelvic girdle 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 stead, I gave her no metre to rethink it. With one surd thrust I buried my putz into her tight, wet pussy.


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


She whimpered each time my hand came in impinging with her soma. As the love grew I gripped her this waist 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 chest. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the force. My upper thighs were slapping her ass hard. The sound filled our low 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 bring with her mammilla and that pushed her over the boundary yet again. Her twat tightened around my shaft, and I knew I was close.


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


When the last cliff entered her, we both fell to the bed. The last-place 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 same perspective that we had went to slumber. She was under me, on her tummy. I slowly lifted off of her and gazed at my beautiful married woman.


When my weight left her body, she woke up and rolled over on her back. She had the biggest smile on her aspect. She slowly sat up and then put her foundation on the floor and stood. She wrapped her sleeve around my neck, and mine went around her waistline. We kissed and just held each former for a short moment.


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


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


She then walked to our luggage and pulled out two small-scale man of white framework. She laid the framework 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 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 rain shower and head down there. ”