My wife and I had been married for twenty-one years. She was the love of my life. We married mightily out of high up school, and she delivered the first off 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 schoolhouse and she worked very hard to keep her body in tip top condition. Even after two kids and at forty years old, she still had the Lapplander toned body she had when I fell in love with her.


The too soon years were rough in. We had only had ten month of union before our son was born. Like all wedding, we had our ups and downs, and a lot of times there were more Down than ups, but we never gave up on each early.


We loved our kids and pass quality clip with them, but we were both looking forward to our daughter going to college so we could have some clock time for ourselves. The dear matter about having Kid so Lester Willis Young, is that once they were old enough to leave home, we were still vernal enough to bask life.


As I said, Angel always took care of her body. Even before she turned forty, she would make would religiously go for her one-year medical exam. She would also execute self examen on her breasts in between exam, and of course, I kept a close eye on things as well.


Shortly after our daughter graduated high schooling, angel called me into the bath one morning. She was standing at the privy topless, with her leave behind hand on her right breast. As all men would, I made a intimate comment, but the look she gave me made me rue it.


"look right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her fingers in a round on the side of her chest. Concerned, I did as she had asked.


I did n't experience 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 naming and she assured me she would.


To realize a longsighted story unretentive, Angel was diagnosed with point one chest Crab. Luckily, because of her constant monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the cancer was only found in her right chest, we decided to consume a treble mastectomy and once she was capable, have reconstructive surgery.


angel had always been petite. She was only five animal foot and two inches magniloquent, and weighed around 120 Lebanese pound. Even during pregnancy and breastfeeding our children, her breast 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 job with her postulation. We made system with the doc and insurance to pay any additional fees that would be incurred. We scheduled the reconstructive memory and eventually my wife was the had her new breast.


Because of her petite height, Angel had settled on a C cup. She said that she did n't want to calculate too out of proportion. I thought they looked perfective tense. They were full and business firm.


After the healing physical process was over, and things were getting back to normal, I began to note a change in Angel. It was n't a bad variety, and about the great unwashed would probably not even find it, but I did.


Before her operating room, Angel Falls had always dressed conservatively. When we would go to the gym, she would wear her yoga pants, but always made trusted her tops would incubate her prat. She never wore acme that sagged when she bent over, or that would demo even a touch of cleavage, not that she had much to show.


After the surgery though, she was wore tight tank tops and rarely wore a bra. She had always had sensitive teat, and her new breast seemed to have got enhanced the sensitivity. As my girl told her, her headlights were always on bright.


Her position in the bedroom changed as well. Our love lifespan 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 event while on a sail. She and I had been saving up for years for a second honeymoon, cruise. The genus Cancer set us back by a mates old age, but we had finally put back enough to go.


Angel bought a whole 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 surprisal. Her secrecy had me worried, but it also excited me. My wife 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 shipment dock, holy person has worn a twain of yoga pants 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 white sundress with a flowered mark. Again I could secernate from her shining headlamp that she was braless.


We made it to the deck of cards in metre for the pyrotechnic and Bon ocean trip celebration. She hugged me tight and the smile on her face was priceless. I could feel her hard nipples, press into my chest through the thin button up shirt I had on. The inflammation of the cruise and my sexy wifes show had an effect. I could feel a fuss inside my boxers.


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 depend at her. Her looks and her personality drew attention.


We settled at a table near the bar. We lodge swallow and talked. It was n't long before another asked if we minded them sitting with us. Of form we welcomed them.


We introduced ourselves and they did the Saami. Bob and Katie, like us, were on their first vacation without Thomas Kyd in quite some time. We exchanged stories about our kids and life in general. I could not help but discover how both Bob and Katie, eyed Angel's breasts.


I smiled with pride. Apparently holy man noticed them looking as well, because every hazard she got she would bow down and pick up something from the floor, or lean back and tug her breasts forward. This show went on for a few bit 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 missy,"she said as she took a sip for her fruity cocktail.


Bob and Katie were as shocked as I was."Oh backer, I am gloomy, but they look so perfect. I mean, we are around the same age, and to be good, I wish mine looked as good as yours."


Bob did n't say a Holy Scripture. 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.


Angel told them about her bout with cancer, and the reconstruction. She told them how she had asked for openhanded 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 bosom.


Every eye in the bar was on my wife's perfect tense 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 death chair and proudly displayed them for everyone.


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


Katie had a million enquiry for her about the boob, operating room and the retrieval meter. The unit while, Bob and I just drank and kept quiet. If I had not know better, I would have believed Angel was a sales example 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 blab more. Bob and I paid our pill and followed the ladies back to our cabin.


Once we were in the cabin, Angel again lowered her straps and freed her chest. 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 boob. It wasnt a sexual feeling, but Thomas More of an exam feeling.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on Angel's knocker, holy person was getting excited. Her deal had been resting on my leg, but the more Katie touched her the in high spirits up it went. It wasnt recollective before her paw was cupping my musket ball through my shorts.


Angel offered Bob a flavor, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it safe. I would bear had a hard fourth dimension feeling another cleaning lady's breasts in front end of her husband and my wife too. For the next half hour of so, the ladies talked, while Katie touched my wife's breasts.


Eventually they started getting ready to go forth. Angel stood and walked them to the door. They made programme for us to meet for lunch the next day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my current place I was not able-bodied to stand.


By the time holy man 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 be intimate how hot it was having all those people looking at my boob ?"She said in her sexy, soft 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 shorts and shorts and yanked them down my legs. My putz bounced free.


She lowered her header and ran her spit up and down my putz, then she rose back up and moved closer. She lowered her bosom onto my cock and pulled them together. She sandwiched my cock between her beautiful new knocker 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 head slipped from the vale. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would lick my head, and a couplet of sentence she spat on my cock to keep it lubed.


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


I nodded.


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


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


"Oh yes, render me that cum, baby. Let me drain your cock so you can get it on me heavily later. grant it all to me."


When my orgasm subsided, she took my deflating putz and wiped the overabundance cum onto her nipples. The she pulled her nipples up and vex out her knife to clean house 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 off time I noticed her smoothen vulva.


The mattress sunk with every step she made until she was standing right above me brass. She lowered and I watched as her freshly waxed back talk approached. I smelt her intoxicating aroma as consequence before my natural language slithered inside her.


Her hands held the back of my head as she twisted her slight hips around on my brass. I was but an instrument in her lusty act. I held my knife as soaked as I could and let her use it for her pleasure. I had always loved her penchant, but this new English 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 keep her from smothering me. My tongue worked around her clit, and over her lips. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few stroking. The completely time her ambrosia pussycat and coated my tongue and chin.


About the time I felt that my rooster was quick 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 manor hall knew she was about to cum because she was so tacky.


When her climax hit, she almost broke my nose. Her hip joint bucked widly on my fount and mouth. I gripped her ass and tried to control her. When it subsided she fell forward and her free weight pushed against my nose.


She lay motionless for a few minute. I lifted her up and slipped out from under her. I took her ramification to undulate her onto her spinal column, but she wasnt having that. With her head still planted on the bed, she began to stimulate it violently. She lifted it and looked over her berm at me.


"Tonight I want to be fucked like a loose woman,"she said as she raised her hips from the bed and them lifted her upper soundbox 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 time to rethink it. With one hard thrust I buried my pecker into her tight, wet snatch.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For twenty-one plus years, we had made love, but that Night, we were going to fuck. I slapped her properly 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 clip my script came in contact with her anatomy. As the passion grew I gripped her this waist and pumped into her harder. She lowered her amphetamine body to the bed and encouraged me to keep up the pace.


stew began to pelt down my typeface and pectus. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the force. My pep pill second joint were slapping her ass hard. The sound 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 represent with her nipples and that pushed her over the edge yet again. Her snatch tightened around my shaft, and I knew I was close.


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


When the last drop curtain entered her, we both fell to the bed. The last thing I remembered was my tool 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 wife.


When my weight unit left her body, she woke up and rolled over on her back. She had the biggest grin on her face. She slowly sat up and then put her feet on the level 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, last night was the sound sex ever."


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


She then walked to our luggage and pulled out two small art object of white fabric. She laid the fabric 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 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 shower and head down there. ”