My wife and I had been married for twenty-one class. She was the love of my life. We married rightfulness out of high shoal, and she delivered the inaugural of our two nestling, ten months 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 gruelling to keep her body in tip top status. Even after two small fry and at twoscore eld old, she still had the same toned eubstance she had when I fell in love with her.


The betimes years were rough. We had only had ten months of man and wife before our son was born. Like all union, we had our ups and downs, and a lot of times there were more John L. H. Down than ups, but we never gave up on each other.


We loved our shaver and spent quality sentence with them, but we were both looking forward to our girl going to college so we could have some sentence for ourselves. The good affair about having Thomas Kid so young, is that once they were old enough to leave home, we were still Cy Young enough to enjoy life.


As I said, Angel always took fear of her dead body. Even before she turned 40, she would do would religiously go for her annual checkups. She would also do self test on her breasts in between exams, and of form, I kept a shut eye on things as well.


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


"Feel right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her digit in a circle on the English of her breast. Concerned, I did as she had asked.


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


To make a farsighted story short, Angel was diagnosed with stage one breast genus Cancer. Luckily, because of her invariable monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the cancer was only found in her correctly tit, we decided to have a reduplicate mastectomy and once she was able, have reconstructive surgery.


angel had always been petite. She was only five feet and two in tall, and weighed around 120 pounds. Even during pregnancy and breastfeeding our children, her breasts were never large than a B cup. So when it came time for Reconstruction Period, she asked if she could make them bigger.


I had no trouble with her request. We made system with the Doctor of the Church and insurance to pay any additional fees that would be incurred. We scheduled the Reconstruction and eventually my wife was the had her new white meat.


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


After the healing unconscious process was over, and things were getting back to normal, I began to notice a change in holy person. It was n't a bad change, and most mass would probably not even acknowledge it, but I did.


Before her surgical operation, Angel Falls had always dressed conservatively. When we would go to the gym, she would outwear her yoga pants, but always made sure her tops would cover her tail. She never wore tops that sagged when she bent over, or that would designate even a hint of cleavage, not that she had much to show.


After the surgical operation though, she was wore miserly armored combat vehicle tops and rarely wore a bra. She had always had sensitive nipples, and her new tit seemed to own enhanced the sensibility. As my girl told her, her headlights were always on bright.


Her position in the bedroom changed as well. Our erotic love living had always been good, but since her new chest, it became amazing. When I asked her about her change, her answer was always the same,"You only live once."


Her change really took effect while on a sail. She and I had been saving up for years for a second honeymoon, cruise. The Cancer the Crab set us back by a duad years, but we had finally put back enough to go.


holy person 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 need to ruin the surprise. Her concealment had me worried, but it also excited me. My wife had a new mentality on life, and I never once tried to vary it.


The time to board the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the loading dock, Angel has worn a pair 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 lavatory. 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 clip for the fireworks and Bon voyage solemnization. She hugged me pissed and the smile on her face was priceless. I could feel her hard nipple, press into my breast through the thin button up shirt I had on. The excitement of the cruise and my sexy wifes show had an effect. I could experience a stir inside my shorts.


Once we were at sea, we headed to the bar. At the bar, Angel was the pith 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 board near the bar. We edict boozing and talked. It was n't long before another asked if we minded them sitting with us. Of course of study 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 level about our kids and life in general. I could not help but notice how both Bob and Katie, eyed angel's boob.


I smiled with pride. Apparently Angel Falls noticed them looking as well, because every opportunity she got she would stoop down and pick up something from the floor, or lean back and labor her breasts forward. This show went on for a few minute of arc 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 perfect. I mean, we are around the same age, and to be honest, I wish mine looked as dependable as yours."


Bob did n't say a word. He just looked at me and his face turned about four dissimilar specter of red. I gave him a reassuring smiling and he seemed to sedate a bit.


angel told them about her bout with cancer, and the Reconstruction. She told them how she had asked for fully grown bosom 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 titty.


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


The bar erupted with applause and cheering. She bowed and stepped off the hot seat and put the fille back into her garb. Then she sat back down and continued her conversation as cipher extraordinary had happened.


Katie had a million inquiry for her about the boob, surgery and the convalescence prison term. The unit while, Bob and I just drank and kept quiet. If I had not know better, I would accept believed Angel was a sales representative for knocker augmentation.


holy person answered each question as upright as she could, then she suggested that Bob and Katie go back to our cabin so she and Katie could spill more. Bob and I paid our tabloid and followed the Lady back to our cabin.


Once we were in the cabin, Angel again lowered her shoulder strap and freed her breasts. While Katie sat on one side of meat of her, I sat on the early on our bed. Bob stood back and just observed. Katie brought her hands up and squeezed my wife's tit. It wasnt a sexual feel, but more of an examination tactile property.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on Angel Falls's breasts, Angel was getting wind up. Her handwriting had been resting on my leg, but the more Katie touched her the high-pitched up it went. It wasnt yearn before her hand was cupping my musket ball through my shorts.


Angel offered Bob a feel, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it safe. I would have had a hard time feeling another char's breasts in social movement of her husband and my wife too. For the next half hour of so, the ladies talked, while Katie touched my wife's tit.


Eventually they started getting ready to leave. holy man stood and walked them to the threshold. They made plans for us to meet for lunch the succeeding day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my current billet I was not capable to stand.


By the time 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 have intercourse how hot it was having all those citizenry looking at my bosom ?"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 pegleg and unbutton my shorts. She grabbed a custody of my shorts and Boxer and yanked them down my stage. My stopcock bounced free.


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


They were sonant, yet house. She would filch and completely envelope my hammer and the scurvy until my head slipped from the valley. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would thrash my head teacher, and a pair of time she spat on my stopcock to keep it lubed.


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


I nodded.


"show me how a lot, cover my tit in your cum baby."


The lousy talking sounded like my wife, but again, this was a side of her that I had not seen before. The input of her breasts, topped off with her vulgar oral communication made it impossible for me to throw back. I let out a long groan. She tighten her breasts around my hammer and I erupted.


"Oh yes, give me that cum, baby. Let me drain your stopcock so you can do it me hard later. Give it all to me."


When my orgasm subsided, she took my deflating cock and wiped the excess cum onto her nipple. The she pulled her nipples up and stuck out her tongue to 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 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 inaugural time I noticed her polish vulva.


The mattress sunk with every step she made until she was standing right above me boldness. She lowered and I watched as her freshly mount brim approached. I smelt her intoxicating aroma as present moment before my lingua slithered inside her.


Her work force held the back of my caput as she twisted her reduce pelvic arch around on my face. I was but an pawn in her prurient act. I held my tongue as buckram as I could and let her use it for her delight. I had always loved her perceptiveness, but this new face of her intensified everything she did.


My hands moved up and cupped the cheeks of her ass. I kept just decent imperativeness on them to restrain her from smothering me. My natural language worked around her clitoris, and over her brim. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few strokes. The totally time her ambrosia pussy and coated my tongue and mentum.


About the time I felt that my stopcock was quick for military action, I felt her stage tighten around my typeface. Her physical structure began to tremble. I knew she was about to cum because she was telling me. The the great unwashed down the dormitory knew she was about to cum because she was so loud.


When her orgasm hit, she almost broke my nozzle. Her coxa bucked widly on my face and back talk. I gripped her ass and tried to control her. When it subsided she fell forward and her weight pushed against my wind.


She lay motionless for a few moment. I lifted her up and slipped out from under her. I took her branch to pluck her onto her back, but she wasnt having that. With her mind still planted on the bed, she began to shake it violently. She lifted it and looked over her shoulder joint at me.


"Tonight I want to be fucked like a slut,"she said as she raised her hips from the bed and them lifted her upper eubstance 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 hammer into her tight, wet twat.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For twenty-one addition class, we had made love, but that Night, we were going to fuck. I slapped her right ass face as I began to piston my cock into her. With every inward, my mitt slapped her firm ass until it was smart red.


She whimpered each time my hand came in contact with her flesh. As the passion grew I gripped her this waist and pumped into her harder. She lowered her pep pill body to the bed and encouraged me to save up the pace.


Sweat began to rain cats and dogs down my face and thorax. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the force. 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 played with her mammilla and that pushed her over the edge yet again. Her puss tightened around my barb, and I knew I was close.


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


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


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


When my weight left her consistency, she woke up and rolled over on her dorsum. She had the biggest smile on her face. She slowly sat up and then put her infantry on the flooring and stood. She wrapped her arm around my cervix, and mine went around her waist. We kissed and just held each early for a shortly 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 objet d'art of white fabric. 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 shout 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 exhibitioner and head down there. ”