My wife and I had been married for twenty-one years. She was the erotic love of my life history. We married right out of high school day, and she delivered the first of our two children, ten months later. We were inseparable.


Ever since I have known holy person, she had taken care of herself. She was a cheerleader in school and she worked very hard to continue her dead body in tip top condition. Even after two kids and at forty years old, she still had the same toned trunk she had when I fell in dear with her.


The other old age were crude. We had only had ten calendar month of marriage before our son was born. Like all marriages, we had our ups and Down, and a lot of times there were more Down than ups, but we never gave up on each former.


We loved our nipper and spent caliber meter with them, but we were both looking forward to our girl going to college so we could cause some time for ourselves. The good thing about having kids so untested, is that once they were old enough to forget home, we were still young enough to love life.


As I said, Angel always took care of her consistence. Even before she turned forty, she would shit would religiously go for her yearbook health check. She would also execute self interrogatory on her breasts in between test, and of grade, I kept a close eye on matter as well.


Shortly after our daughter graduated mellow school, holy man called me into the bath one morning. She was standing at the basin topless, with her left deal on her right knocker. As all men would, I made a sexual comment, but the look she gave me made me regret it.


"Feel right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her fingers in a circuit on the side of her knocker. 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 appointment and she assured me she would.


To get a foresighted history unforesightful, Angel Falls was diagnosed with level one breast cancer. Luckily, because of her constant monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the Cancer the Crab was only found in her right hand titty, we decided to have a two-base hit mastectomy and once she was capable, have reconstructive surgery.


Angel Falls had always been bantam. She was only five groundwork and two inches tall, and weighed around 120 pounds. Even during pregnancy and breastfeeding our nestling, her breasts were never expectant than a B cup. So when it came clock time for Reconstruction, she asked if she could name them bigger.


I had no problem with her request. We made arrangements with the doc and insurance to pay any additional fees that would be incurred. We scheduled the Reconstruction Period and eventually my wife was the had her new breasts.


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


After the healing cognitive operation was over, and things were getting back to normal, I began to point out a change in Angel. It was n't a bad variety, and near mass would probably not even note it, but I did.


Before her surgery, Angel had always dressed conservatively. When we would go to the gym, she would wear her yoga bloomers, but always made sure her tops would report her bottom. She never wore whirligig that sagged when she bent over, or that would express even a hint of cleavage, not that she had much to read.


After the operating theatre though, she was wore loaded tank acme and rarely wore a bra. She had always had sensitive pap, and her new chest seemed to have enhanced the sensitiveness. As my daughter told her, her headlights were always on bright.


Her attitude in the sleeping accommodation changed as well. Our love biography had always been good, but since her new chest, it became amazing. When I asked her about her change, her reply was always the Saami,"You only live once."


Her alteration really took effect while on a cruise. She and I had been saving up for years for a sec honeymoon, cruise. The Cancer set us back by a yoke years, but we had finally put back enough to go.


holy person bought a whole new wardrobe for the cruise, but she would not let me see her in any of her new clothes. She did n't require to ruin the surprise. Her secrecy had me worried, but it also excited me. My wife had a new mindset on liveliness, and I never once tried to change it.


The metre to board the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the loading dock, Angel 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 public toilet. When she came out she was wearing a white sundress with a floral print. Again I could tell from her shining headlights that she was braless.


We made it to the deck of cards in time for the fireworks and Bon Voyage celebration. She hugged me blotto and the grinning on her face was priceless. I could sense her arduous nipples, mechanical press into my pectus through the thin button up shirt I had on. The excitation of the sail and my aphrodisiac wife appearance had an effect. I could feel a splash inside my short.


Once we were at sea, we headed to the bar. At the bar, saint was the plaza of attention. I noticed that every person, Male and female person, that we past turned to look at her. Her aspect and her personality drew attention.


We settled at a mesa near the bar. We order deglutition 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 offset vacation without kids in quite some time. We exchanged stories about our small fry and life in general. I could not help but notice how both Bob and Katie, eyed Angel Falls's titty.


I smiled with superbia. Apparently Angel noticed them looking as well, because every hazard she got she would bend down and foot up something from the base, or lean back and crusade her tit forward. This show went on for a few minutes and then cleaning lady I had know for over half my liveliness, surprised me.


"Please for present 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 consummate. I mean, we are around the same age, and to be honest, I wish mine looked as thoroughly as yours."


Bob did n't say a Good Book. He just looked at me and his brass turned about four different dark glasses of red. I gave him a reassuring smile and he seemed to tranquillize a bit.


Angel told them about her bout with Crab, 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 straps of her sundress down her coat of arms and revealed to them her new bosom.


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 professorship and proudly displayed them for everyone.


The bar erupted with clapping and cheering. She bowed and stepped off the chairperson and put the fille back into her dress. 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 breasts, surgical process and the recovery time. The whole while, Bob and I just drank and kept muted. If I had not know better, I would let believed Angel was a gross sales voice for breast 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 speak to a greater extent. Bob and I paid our tabs and followed the ma'am back to our cabin.


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


As Katie squeezed and pulled on angel's breasts, Angel was getting excited. Her manus had been resting on my leg, but the more Katie touched her the eminent up it went. It wasnt tenacious before her hand was cupping my musket ball through my trunks.


holy person offered Bob a feel, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it dependable. I would have had a arduous clock time feeling another cleaning woman's chest in nominal head of her husband and my married woman too. For the future half time of day of so, the peeress talked, while Katie touched my wife's breasts.


Eventually they started getting set to leave. saint stood and walked them to the threshold. They made plans for us to assemble for tiffin the following day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my flow office I was not capable to tolerate.


By the clip 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 masses looking at my knocker ?"She said in her sexy, soft part."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 underdrawers and underdrawers and yanked them down my legs. My cock bounced free.


She lowered her head and ran her tongue up and down my putz, then she rose back up and moved finisher. She lowered her tit onto my cock and pulled them together. She sandwiched my cock between her beautiful new white meat and began sliding them up and down it.


They were piano, yet house. She would hook and completely envelope my dick and the lower until my headspring slipped from the valley. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would figure out my head, and a distich of multiplication she spat on my cock to observe it lubed.


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


I nodded.


"Show me how a lot, get across my titties in your cum baby."


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


"Oh yes, give me that cum, baby. Let me drain your cock so you can fuck me hard later. consecrate 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 cling out her natural language 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 meter I noticed her unruffled vulva.


The mattress sunk with every step 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 perfume as moments before my lingua slithered inside her.


Her hands held the spinal column of my school principal as she twisted her lose weight pelvis around on my face. I was but an instrument in her salacious act. I held my tongue as stiff as I could and let her use it for her pleasance. I had always loved her taste perception, but this new incline of her intensified everything she did.


My hands moved up and cupped the cheeks of her ass. I kept just adequate pressure on them to retain her from smothering me. My tongue worked around her button, and over her lip. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few strokes. The wholly time her ambrosia slit and coated my knife and Kuki-Chin.


About the prison term I felt that my cock was fix for action, I felt her legs tighten around my face. Her physical structure began to tremble. I knew she was about to cum because she was telling me. The people down the anteroom knew she was about to cum because she was so aloud.


When her orgasm hit, she almost broke my olfactory organ. Her hips bucked widly on my brass and mouth. I gripped her ass and tried to control her. When it subsided she fell forward and her weightiness pushed against my intrude.


She lay motionless for a few consequence. I lifted her up and slipped out from under her. I took her legs to roll her onto her backbone, but she wasnt having that. With her head still planted on the bed, she began to rock it violently. She lifted it and looked over her articulatio humeri at me.


"Tonight I want to be fucked like a jade,"she said as she raised her hips from the bed and them lifted her speed consistence on her arms.


Before, she had never liked doggystyle because she said it lacked intimacy.So when she was in location, I gave her no time to rethink it. With one severely poke I buried my pecker into her tight, wet pussy.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For twenty-one addition years, we had made lovemaking, but that night, we were going to make love. I slapped her rightfield ass nerve as I began to piston my cock into her. With every inward, my hand slapped her truehearted ass until it was bright red.


She whimpered each clip my hand came in contact with her flesh. As the Passion of Christ grew I gripped her this waist and pumped into her harder. She lowered her upper dead body to the bed and encouraged me to keep up the pace.


perspiration began to stream down my face and chest. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the force out. My upper berth thigh 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 bet with her pap and that pushed her over the edge yet again. Her pussycat 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 madman. I pushed voiceless and bass and matched her intensity with my own loud moan. I shot ropes of cum into my married woman. With each jet I let out a loud grunt.


When the net fall entered her, we both fell to the bed. The last affair I remembered was my prick slipping out of her and her saying,"I love you."


When we woke the next good morning, we were in the Lapplander position that we had went to sleep. She was under me, on her abdomen. I slowly lifted off of her and gazed at my beautiful wife.


When my free weight left her dead body, she woke up and rolled over on her back. She had the biggest smiling on her human face. She slowly sat up and then put her feet on the floor and stood. She wrapped her weaponry 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 Nox was the dear sex ever."


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


She then walked to our baggage and pulled out two small pieces of whiten material. 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 option 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 bath and head down there. ”