My Wife 'S New Tatas


My married woman and I had been married for twenty-one years. She was the love of my life. We married right out of in high spirits school, and she delivered the first of our two kid, ten month later. We were inseparable.


Ever since I have known angel, she had taken fear of herself. She was a cheerleader in schooltime and she worked very difficult to sustain her physical structure in tip top condition. Even after two nestling and at xl years old, she still had the same toned physical structure she had when I fell in dearest with her.


The betimes old age were rough. We had only had ten month of marriage before our son was born. Like all wedding, we had our ups and pile, and a lot of times there were more downs than ups, but we never gave up on each former.


We loved our shaver and spent character time with them, but we were both looking forward to our girl going to college so we could give some time for ourselves. The good thing about having kids so young, is that once they were old enough to leave house, we were still Lester Willis Young enough to enjoy life.


As I said, Angel Falls always took care of her soundbox. Even before she turned forty, she would make would religiously go for her annual checkup. She would also perform self examinations on her breasts in between exam, and of course, I kept a close eye on matter as well.


Shortly after our girl graduated high schooling, Angel called me into the bath one morning. She was standing at the lavatory topless, with her left hand hand on her right-hand breast. As all men would, I made a sexual comment, but the feeling she gave me made me regret it.


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


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


To puddle a long story short, Angel was diagnosed with stage one titty cancer. Luckily, because of her constant monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the cancer was only found in her right bosom, we decided to have a double mastectomy and once she was able, have rehabilitative surgery.


angel had always been petite. She was only five feet and two inches magniloquent, and weighed around 120 pounds. Even during maternity and breastfeeding our children, her breasts were never larger than a B cup. So when it came fourth dimension for Reconstruction, she asked if she could make them bigger.


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


Because of her tiny stature, backer had settled on a C cup. She said that she did n't want to depend too out of proportion. I thought they looked perfective. They were wax and firm.


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


Before her surgery, holy person had always dressed conservatively. When we would go to the gym, she would wear her yoga trouser, but always made for sure her whirligig would cover her bottom. She never wore elevation that sagged when she bent over, or that would show even a pinch of segmentation, not that she had much to exhibit.


After the surgical operation though, she was wore mean tankful cover and rarely wore a bra. She had always had medium nipples, and her new breasts seemed to have enhanced the sensibility. As my daughter told her, her headlight were always on bright.


Her attitude in the bedroom changed as well. Our love lifetime had always been good, but since her new titty, it became amazing. When I asked her about her change, her answer was always the Saami,"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 genus Cancer set us back by a couple days, but we had finally put back enough to go.


Angel Falls 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 want to ruin the surprise. Her secrecy had me concern, but it also excited me. My married woman had a new outlook on life, and I never once tried to change it.


The meter to display panel the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the lading dock, Angel has worn a pair of yoga knickers 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 in fourth dimension for the pyrotechnic and Bon Voyage celebration. She hugged me slopped and the smile on her face was priceless. I could feel her hard teat, imperativeness into my dresser through the slenderize button up shirt I had on. The excitement of the sail and my aphrodisiac wife coming into court had an effect. I could feel a stir inside my short.


Once we were at sea, we headed to the bar. At the bar, Angel was the plaza of aid. I noticed that every soul, Male and female, that we past turned to look at her. Her looks and her personality drew attending.


We settled at a table near the bar. We ordination crapulence 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 kids in quite some meter. We exchanged stories about our Thomas Kyd and living in superior general. I could not serve but discover how both Bob and Katie, eyed Angel's white meat.


I smiled with superbia. Apparently Angel noticed them looking as well, because every chance she got she would bend down and pick up something from the storey, or lean back and push her boob forward. This display went on for a few minutes and then woman 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 girls,"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 honest, I wish mine looked as expert as yours."


Bob did n't say a Holy Writ. He just looked at me and his look turned about four different shades of red. I gave him a reassuring smile and he seemed to becalm a bit.


Angel told them about her bout with cancer, and the reconstruction. She told them how she had asked for bigger white meat 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 coat of arms and revealed to them her new bosom.


Every eye in the bar was on my wife's perfect knocker. She smiled as she twisted back and Forth River 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 chairperson and put the young lady back into her frock. Then she sat back down and continued her conversation as zip over-the-top had happened.


Katie had a million doubt for her about the boob, operating room and the recovery time. The whole while, Bob and I just drank and kept placid. If I had not know better, I would have believed Angel was a sales congresswoman for chest 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 talk more. Bob and I paid our tabs and followed the ladies back to our cabin.


Once we were in the cabin, Angel again lowered her shoulder strap and freed her bosom. 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 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 backer's breast, Angel was getting energize. Her hand had been resting on my leg, but the more Katie touched her the mellow up it went. It wasnt long before her hand was cupping my balls through my drawers.


angel offered Bob a look, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it safe. I would make had a hard time feeling another woman's knocker in strawman of her husband and my wife too. For the future one-half time of day of so, the ladies talked, while Katie touched my wife's breasts.


Eventually they started getting set to leave. Angel Falls stood and walked them to the threshold. They made programme for us to play for lunch the adjacent day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my current berth I was not able to stand.


By the time backer 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 titty ?"She said in her sexy, soft phonation."And then to have Katie squeezing them and pulling on my mammilla, oh I am so horny."


She knelt between my legs and unbutton my shorts. She grabbed a hold of my short and bagger and yanked them down my peg. My turncock bounced free.


She lowered her head and ran her spit up and down my cock, then she rose back up and moved finisher. She lowered her bosom 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 house. She would lift and completely envelope my cock and the lower until my head word slipped from the valley. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would puzzle out my capitulum, and a couple of time she spat on my hammer to proceed it lubed.


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


I nodded.


"appearance me how a lot, cover my titties in your cum baby."


The muddy talk sounded like my wife, but again, this was a side of her that I had not seen before. The input of her white meat, topped off with her vulgar voice communication made it impossible for me to hold back. I let out a farsighted groan. She tighten her breasts around my cock and I erupted.


"Oh yes, give me that cum, baby. Let me run out your peter so you can make out me heavily later. turn over it all to me."


When my orgasm subsided, she took my deflating putz and wiped the excess cum onto her tit. The she pulled her nipples up and stuck out her lingua 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 time I noticed her polish vulva.


The mattress sunk with every step she made until she was standing right above me grimace. She lowered and I watched as her freshly wax backtalk approached. I smelt her intoxicating scent as moments before my spit slithered inside her.


Her hands held the book binding of my head as she twisted her svelte hips around on my face. I was but an instrument in her lubricious act. I held my clapper as besotted as I could and let her use it for her pleasure. I had always loved her taste, but this new side 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 button, and over her lips. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few strokes. The unharmed time her nectar pussycat and coated my tongue and mentum.


About the time I felt that my turncock was ready for action mechanism, I felt her legs tighten around my face. Her consistency 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 coming hit, she almost broke my nose. Her hips bucked widly on my look and mouth. 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 stage to ramble her onto her cover, but she wasnt having that. With her headway still planted on the bed, she began to excite it violently. She lifted it and looked over her shoulder joint at me.


"Tonight I want to be fucked like a loose woman,"she said as she raised her articulatio coxae 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 view, I gave her no time to rethink it. With one heavy thrust I buried my prick into her tight, wet snatch.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For twenty-one plus long time, we had made passion, but that nighttime, we were going to screw. I slapped her right ass cheek as I began to piston my turncock into her. With every inward, my script slapped her firm ass until it was shining red.


She whimpered each sentence my hand came in tangency with her flesh. As the passion grew I gripped her this shank and pumped into her harder. She lowered her upper consistency to the bed and encouraged me to keep up the pace.


lather began to stream down my face and breast. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the force. My amphetamine thighs were slapping her ass hard. The sound filled our pocket-sized 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 work with her teat and that pushed her over the edge yet again. Her pussy tightened around my shaft, and I knew I was close.


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


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


When we woke the following morning, we were in the Saame position that we had went to log Z's. 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 great smiling on her face. She slowly sat up and then put her feet on the floor and stood. She wrapped her coat of arms around my neck, and mine went around her waist. We kissed and just held each former for a short moment.


She looked up at me and smiled."Thank you, utmost dark 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 musical composition of white fabric. 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 porthole of call has a topless beach."


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


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