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


Ever since I have known angel, she had taken care of herself. She was a cheerleader in school and she worked very hard to keep her body in tip top shape. Even after two kids and at forty years old, she still had the same toned body she had when I fell in love with her.


The early twelvemonth were rough. We had only had ten month of marriage before our son was born. Like all wedding, we had our ups and John L. H. Down, and a lot of times there were More downs than ups, but we never gave up on each former.


We loved our youngster and spent quality metre with them, but we were both looking forward to our daughter going to college so we could have some time for ourselves. The good thing about having kidskin so young, is that once they were old enough to leave home, we were still Whitney Moore Young Jr. enough to relish life.


As I said, Angel always took care of her body. Even before she turned forty, she would relieve oneself would religiously go for her annual checkup. She would also perform ego examinations on her breast in between test, and of course, I kept a cheeseparing eye on thing as well.


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


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


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


To make a long story short, Angel was diagnosed with level one boob Cancer. Luckily, because of her invariable monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the cancer was only found in her redress titty, we decided to suffer a two-fold mastectomy and once she was able, have reconstructive surgery.


holy man had always been petite. She was only five infantry and two inches marvelous, and weighed around 120 Ezra Loomis Pound. Even during maternity and breastfeeding our fry, her breasts were never turgid than a B cup. So when it came fourth dimension for Reconstruction Period, she asked if she could make them bigger.


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


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


After the healing procedure was over, and things were getting back to pattern, I began to acknowledge a alteration in Angel. It was n't a bad change, and most people would probably not even notice it, but I did.


Before her surgery, holy man had always dressed conservatively. When we would go to the gym, she would wear her yoga trouser, but always made sure enough her tops would cover her nates. She never wore cover that sagged when she bent over, or that would evince even a lead of cleavage, not that she had much to register.


After the surgery though, she was wore tight armored combat vehicle meridian and rarely wore a bra. She had always had raw nipples, and her new knocker seemed to receive enhanced the sensitiveness. As my girl told her, her headlight were always on bright.


Her attitude in the chamber changed as well. Our love life had always been good, but since her new breasts, it became amazing. When I asked her about her modification, her answer was always the same,"You only live once."


Her modification 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 couple days, but we had finally put back enough to go.


Angel bought a unhurt new wardrobe for the cruise, but she would not let me see her in any of her new wearing apparel. She did n't require to ruin the surprisal. Her secrecy had me worried, but it also excited me. My married woman had a new prospect on sprightliness, and I never once tried to change it.


The time to panel the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the loading dockage, Angel has worn a pair of yoga trouser and a tank top, with no bra. Once we were on the ship, she went to our cabin and into the public convenience. When she came out she was wearing a E. B. White sundress with a floral print. Again I could tell from her shining headlamp that she was braless.


We made it to the deck in time for the firework and Bon Voyage festivity. She hugged me tight and the smiling on her look was priceless. I could feel her hard nipples, press into my chest of drawers through the thin push up shirt I had on. The turmoil of the cruise and my aphrodisiac married woman appearance had an impression. I could feel a flurry inside my short.


Once we were at sea, we headed to the bar. At the bar, holy person was the heart of attention. I noticed that every someone, male and female, that we past turned to wait at her. Her looks and her personality drew attending.


We settled at a board near the bar. We Holy Order drinks and talked. It was n't long before another asked if we minded them sitting with us. Of grade we welcomed them.


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


I smiled with pride. Apparently Angel noticed them looking as well, because every chance she got she would bend down and pick up something from the storey, or angle back and push her breasts forward. This appearance went on for a few minutes and then woman I had know for over one-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 saint, I am good-for-nothing, but they look so thoroughgoing. I mean, we are around the same age, and to be honest, I wish mine looked as estimable as yours."


Bob did n't say a tidings. He just looked at me and his boldness turned about four unlike tincture 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 bigger titty 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 white meat.


Every eye in the bar was on my wife's perfective knocker. 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 electric chair and proudly displayed them for everyone.


The bar erupted with clapping and cheering. She bowed and stepped off the chairwoman and put the girls back into her dress. Then she sat back down and continued her conversation as zip sinful had happened.


Katie had a million questions for her about the tit, surgical procedure and the convalescence time. The unit while, Bob and I just drank and kept quiet. If I had not know better, I would ingest believed Angel was a sales representative for breast augmentation.


angel answered each dubiousness as skillful as she could, then she suggested that Bob and Katie go back to our cabin so she and Katie could talk to a greater extent. Bob and I paid our tabs and followed the ladies back to our cabin.


Once we were in the cabin, saint again lowered her strap and freed her knocker. While Katie sat on one side 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 feel, but more of an examination look.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on Angel's chest, Angel was getting excited. Her paw had been resting on my leg, but the more Katie touched her the higher up it went. It wasnt farsighted before her helping hand was cupping my ballock through my boxers.


Angel offered Bob a feel, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it condom. I would have had a unvoiced meter feeling another womanhood's breasts in front of her husband and my wife too. For the next half hour of so, the ladies talked, while Katie touched my wife's white meat.


Eventually they started getting set to leave. holy person stood and walked them to the threshold. They made design for us to meet for luncheon the next day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my current situation I was not able to resist.


By the time Angel Falls 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 multitude looking at my titties ?"She said in her sexy, soft voice."And then to feature Katie squeezing them and pulling on my nipples, oh I am so horny."


She knelt between my legs and unbutton my drawers. She grabbed a delay of my shorts and boxers and yanked them down my ramification. My cock bounced give up.


She lowered her head and ran her natural language up and down my stopcock, then she rose back up and moved closer. She lowered her bosom onto my turncock and pulled them together. She sandwiched my putz between her beautiful new tit and began sliding them up and down it.


They were soft, yet firm. She would move up and completely envelope my cock and the lower until my header slipped from the valley. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would lick my mind, and a dyad of times she spat on my cock to keep it lubed.


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


I nodded.


"Show me how much, encompass my boob in your cum baby."


The dirty talk sounded like my wife, but again, this was a side of her that I had not seen before. The stimulation of her knocker, topped off with her vulgar speech made it impossible for me to concord back. I let out a recollective moan. She tighten her breasts around my tool and I erupted.


"Oh yes, hold me that cum, baby. Let me run out your cock so you can have a go at it me intemperately later. Give it all to me."


When my orgasm subsided, she took my deflating shaft and wiped the excess cum onto her nipples. 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 kickoff time I noticed her smoothen vulva.


The mattress sunk with every footmark she made until she was standing right above me face. She lowered and I watched as her pertly waxed sassing approached. I smelt her intoxicating aroma as here and now before my knife slithered inside her.


Her hands held the spine of my headland as she twisted her slim coxa around on my face. I was but an instrument in her lustful act. I held my tongue as buckram as I could and let her use it for her pleasure. I had always loved her taste sensation, but this new side of her compound everything she did.


My hands moved up and cupped the impudence of her ass. I kept just enough pressing on them to go along her from smothering me. My tongue worked around her clitoris, and over her lips. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few fortuity. The whole time her nectar pussy and coated my natural language and chin.


About the time I felt that my cock was ready for military action, I felt her ramification tighten around my aspect. Her consistence began to tremble. I knew she was about to cum because she was telling me. The multitude down the hall knew she was about to cum because she was so loud.


When her orgasm hit, she almost broke my nose. Her articulatio coxae bucked widly on my case and mouth. I gripped her ass and tried to ensure her. When it subsided she fell forward and her weight pushed against my olfactory organ.


She lay motionless for a few moment. I lifted her up and slipped out from under her. I took her stage to roll her onto her rachis, but she wasnt having that. With her head still planted on the bed, she began to excite it violently. She lifted it and looked over her berm at me.


"Tonight I want to be fucked like a adulteress,"she said as she raised her hips 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 position, I gave her no time to rethink it. With one hard thrust I buried my cock into her tight, wet cunt.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For xxi plus years, we had made love, but that night, we were going to hump. I slapped her right ass cheek as I began to piston my prick into her. With every inward, my mitt slapped her stiff ass until it was bright red.


She whimpered each fourth dimension my hand came in contact with her anatomy. 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 hold up the footstep.


Sweat began to stream down my face and chest. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the military unit. My upper thighs were slapping her ass hard. The speech sound filled our minuscule 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 nipples 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 helping hand pushing down against her shoulder. I was fucking her like a madman. I pushed hard and deep and matched her loudness with my own loudly moan. I shot ropes of cum into my wife. With each jet I let out a loud oink.


When the last drop entered her, we both fell to the bed. The net 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 situation that we had went to catch some Z's. She was under me, on her stomach. I slowly lifted off of her and gazed at my beautiful wife.


When my weight left her dead body, she woke up and rolled over on her rachis. She had the biggest grinning on her expression. She slowly sat up and then put her feet on the floor and stood. She wrapped her blazonry around my neck, and mine went around her waist. We kissed and just held each other for a unforesightful moment.


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


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


She then walked to our baggage and pulled out two small piece of music 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 port of Call has a topless beach."


She had a gleaming in her center 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. ”