My wife and I had been married for twenty-one years. She was the sexual love of my life. We married right out of high school, and she delivered the first of our two tike, 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 hard to keep her eubstance in tip top condition. Even after two tike and at xl years old, she still had the same toned body she had when I fell in love with her.


The other long time were rough. We had only had ten calendar month of marriage before our son was born. Like all marriages, we had our ups and down feather, and a lot of metre there were more John L. H. Down than ups, but we never gave up on each other.


We loved our tiddler and dog-tired timber metre with them, but we were both looking forward to our daughter going to college so we could get some fourth dimension for ourselves. The unspoilt matter about having kids so young, is that once they were old enough to leave dwelling, we were still youth enough to enjoy life.


As I said, backer always took charge of her body. Even before she turned forty, she would do would religiously go for her one-year medical exam. She would also perform ego examinations on her bosom in between exam, and of row, I kept a closemouthed eye on things as well.


Shortly after our girl graduated high gear school, Angel Falls called me into the can one break of the day. She was standing at the toilet topless, with her leftover script on her right breast. As all men would, I made a sexual comment, but the facial expression she gave me made me rue it.


"tactile property right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her fingers in a forget me drug on the slope 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 tell that she had felt something. I suggested she piddle a doc's appointment and she assured me she would.


To make a retentive tarradiddle short, Angel was diagnosed with microscope stage one breast cancer. Luckily, because of her constant monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the cancer was only found in her redress breast, we decided to sustain a doubled mastectomy and once she was able, have rehabilitative surgery.


Angel had always been petite. She was only five metrical unit and two inches tall, and weighed around 120 pounding. Even during pregnancy and breastfeeding our nipper, her breast were never larger than a B cup. So when it came time for reconstruction, she asked if she could pee them bigger.


I had no problem with her postulation. We made system with the doctor and insurance policy 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 diminutive stature, Angel had settled on a C cup. She said that she did n't want to reckon too out of balance. I thought they looked perfect. They were full and firm.


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


Before her surgery, Angel had always dressed conservatively. When we would go to the gym, she would fatigue her yoga pant, but always made sure as shooting her whirligig would enshroud her bottom. She never wore tops that sagged when she bent over, or that would show even a pinch of cleavage, not that she had much to indicate.


After the surgery though, she was wore nasty army tank crown and rarely wore a bra. She had always had medium nipples, and her new chest seemed to have enhanced the sensitivity. As my daughter 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 boob, it became amazing. When I asked her about her change, her answer was always the Saami,"You only live once."


Her change really took outcome while on a cruise. She and I had been saving up for years for a second honeymoon, cruise. The malignant neoplastic disease set us back by a couple year, 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 require to destroy the surprise. Her secrecy had me disturbed, but it also excited me. My married woman had a new mentality 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 cargo sour grass, holy man has worn a pair of yoga drawers and a tank 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 livid sundress with a floral photographic print. Again I could tell from her shining headlight that she was braless.


We made it to the deck in time for the firework and Bon voyage celebration. She hugged me tight and the smile on her facial expression was priceless. I could feel her hard teat, crush into my pectus through the fragile button up shirt I had on. The excitement of the cruise and my sexy married woman visual aspect had an effect. I could sense a stir inside my shorts.


Once we were at sea, we headed to the bar. At the bar, Angel was the center of tending. 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 table near the bar. We edict drinks 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-class honours degree vacation without kids in quite some time. We exchanged level about our Thomas Kyd and life in general. I could not avail but notice how both Bob and Katie, eyed Angel's breasts.


I smiled with pridefulness. Apparently Angel noticed them looking as well, because every luck she got she would bend down and pick up something from the floor, or lean back and bear on her bosom forward. This show went on for a few minutes and then woman I had know for over half my life, surprised me.


"Please for grant 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 pitiful, but they look so complete. I mean, we are around the same age, and to be true, I wish mine looked as good as yours."


Bob did n't say a Bible. He just looked at me and his nerve turned about four different specter of red. I gave him a reassuring smile and he seemed to settle down a bit.


holy man told them about her turn with genus Cancer, and the reconstruction. She told them how she had asked for fully grown breasts and that I had allowed her to get what she had wanted. Then without warning, Angel pulled the 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 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 chair and proudly displayed them for everyone.


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


Katie had a million questions for her about the breasts, surgery and the retrieval time. The whole while, Bob and I just drank and kept quiet. If I had not know better, I would have believed Angel Falls was a sales spokesperson for breast augmentation.


Angel answered each interrogation 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 strap and freed her knocker. While Katie sat on one position 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 intimate feel, but more of an examination feel.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on Angel's breast, angel was getting energize. Her helping hand had been resting on my leg, but the Thomas More Katie touched her the higher up it went. It wasnt farseeing before her hand was cupping my orchis through my shortstop.


Angel offered Bob a feel, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it good. I would throw had a hard sentence feeling another womanhood's breasts in strawman of her husband and my wife too. For the adjacent half hour of so, the ladies talked, while Katie touched my wife's bosom.


Eventually they started getting ready to bequeath. Angel stood and walked them to the door. They made plans for us to adjoin for lunch the succeeding day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my electric current situation I was not able to stand up.


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 eff how hot it was having all those people looking at my boob ?"She said in her sexy, gentle voice."And then to have Katie squeezing them and pulling on my nipple, oh I am so horny."


She knelt between my legs and unbutton my short circuit. She grabbed a detention of my shorts and boxers and yanked them down my legs. My cock bounced resign.


She lowered her head and ran her tongue up and down my cock, then she rose back up and moved closer. She lowered her breasts onto my prick 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 firm. She would bring up and completely envelope my stopcock and the humbled until my head slipped from the valley. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would lap my head, and a duet of clip she spat on my cock to keep it lubed.


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


I nodded.


"show me how often, traverse my knocker in your cum baby."


The soil lecture sounded like my wife, but again, this was a face of her that I had not seen before. The input of her breasts, topped off with her vulgar language made it unimaginable for me to hold back. I let out a long groan. She tighten her breasts around my shaft and I erupted.


"Oh yes, give me that cum, baby. Let me debilitate your cock so you can fuck me hard later. Give it all to me."


When my orgasm subsided, she took my deflating turncock 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 astonishment.


Once she was done, she pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on. I had no cue 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 beginning meter I noticed her unruffled vulva.


The mattress sunk with every footstep she made until she was standing right above me facial expression. She lowered and I watched as her freshly waxed back talk approached. I smelt her intoxicating perfume as instant before my tongue slithered inside her.


Her manpower held the vertebral column of my head as she twisted her slim coxa around on my face. I was but an pawn in her lustful act. I held my knife as stiff as I could and let her use it for her pleasance. I had always loved her taste, but this new incline of her deepen everything she did.


My hands moved up and cupped the nerve of her ass. I kept just plenty pressure on them to retain 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 strokes. The completely time her nectar puss and coated my natural language and chin.


About the clip I felt that my cock was prepare for activity, I felt her peg tighten around my case. Her body 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 garish.


When her orgasm hit, she almost broke my nose. Her hips bucked widly on my face and oral cavity. I gripped her ass and tried to manipulate her. When it subsided she fell forward and her weight pushed against my nuzzle.


She lay motionless for a few moment. I lifted her up and slipped out from under her. I took her legs to roll her onto her back, but she wasnt having that. With her chief still planted on the bed, she began to stir it violently. She lifted it and looked over her shoulder 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 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 meter to rethink it. With one unvoiced push I buried my cock into her tight, wet snatch.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For twenty-one positive twelvemonth, we had made love, but that dark, we were going to have it away. I slapped her right ass cheek as I began to piston my cock into her. With every inward, my hired hand slapped her firm ass until it was promising 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 upper berth body to the bed and encouraged me to stay fresh up the tempo.


effort began to rain cats and dogs down my face and chest of drawers. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the force. My upper second joint were slapping her ass hard. The auditory sensation 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 teat and that pushed her over the boundary yet again. Her pussy tightened around my dig, and I knew I was close.


I increased my rate, my hand pushing down against her berm. I was fucking her like a madman. I pushed hard and deep and matched her volume with my own loud groan. I shot ropes of cum into my wife. With each jet I let out a tawdry oink.


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


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


When my weight left her body, she woke up and rolled over on her dorsum. She had the bragging smile on her face. She slowly sat up and then put her feet on the floor and stood. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and mine went around her shank. We kissed and just held each former for a brusk moment.


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


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


She then walked to our baggage and pulled out two small patch 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 larboard of call 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 and head down there. ”