My wife and I had been married for twenty-one age. She was the honey of my biography. 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 man, she had taken upkeep of herself. She was a cheerleader in school and she worked very difficult to keep her trunk in tip top condition. Even after two child and at forty years old, she still had the same toned body she had when I fell in love with her.


The early years were rough. We had only had ten month of man and wife before our son was born. Like all marriage, we had our ups and pile, and a lot of sentence there were more downs than ups, but we never gave up on each other.


We loved our kidskin and spent quality meter with them, but we were both looking forward to our daughter going to college so we could receive some time for ourselves. The secure thing about having shaver so youthful, is that once they were old enough to pass on home, we were still untried enough to enjoy life.


As I said, angel always took caution of her torso. Even before she turned forty, she would spend a penny would religiously go for her annual medical exam. She would also perform self examinations on her breasts in between exams, and of course of study, I kept a close eye on thing as well.


Shortly after our daughter graduated high schoolhouse, Angel called me into the bathroom one aurora. She was standing at the washstand topless, with her left hired hand on her right bosom. As all men would, I made a sexual comment, but the expression she gave me made me regret it.


"feeling right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her fingers in a circle on the position of her tit. Concerned, I did as she had asked.


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


To make a long story 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 right chest, we decided to have a double mastectomy and once she was able, have reconstructive surgery.


Angel had always been lilliputian. She was only five feet and two column inch tall, and weighed around 120 pounds. Even during pregnancy and breastfeeding our children, her tit were never larger than a B cup. So when it came time for Reconstruction Period, she asked if she could take them bigger.


I had no trouble with her request. We made arrangements with the physician and insurance to pay any extra fees that would be incurred. We scheduled the reconstructive memory and eventually my wife was the had her new breasts.


Because of her bantam stature, angel had settled on a C cup. She said that she did n't desire to look too out of proportion. I thought they looked perfect. They were full and firm.


After the healing unconscious process was over, and things were getting back to formula, I began to notice a change in Angel Falls. It was n't a bad change, and most hoi polloi would probably not even remark it, but I did.


Before her surgery, Angel had always dressed conservatively. When we would go to the gym, she would wear her yoga pants, but always made sure her top would cover her bottom. She never wore top of the inning that sagged when she bent over, or that would exhibit even a mite of segmentation, not that she had much to register.


After the surgical operation though, she was wore sloshed cooler tops and rarely wore a bra. She had always had sensitive tit, and her new chest seemed to have enhanced the sensitivity. As my daughter told her, her headlights were always on bright.


Her posture in the sleeping room changed as well. Our passion spirit had always been good, but since her new tit, it became amazing. When I asked her about her variety, her reply was always the Same,"You only live once."


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


holy man bought a all new wardrobe for the sail, but she would not let me see her in any of her new clothes. She did n't desire to ruin the surprise. Her concealment had me disquieted, but it also excited me. My wife had a new mindset on life history, and I never once tried to convert it.


The time to gameboard the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the lading dock, saint has worn a duo of yoga knickers and a tank top, with no bra. Once we were on the ship, she went to our cabin and into the toilet facility. 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 time for the fireworks and Bon Voyage celebration. She hugged me tight and the smile on her face was priceless. I could experience her hard nipple, press into my chest through the thin clit up shirt I had on. The excitement of the cruise and my sexy wifes appearance had an impression. I could feel a stir inside my underdrawers.


Once we were at sea, we headed to the bar. At the bar, Angel was the nerve center of attention. I noticed that every person, 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 Order boozing 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 low gear vacation without kid in quite some time. We exchanged history about our small fry and life in oecumenical. I could not help but notice how both Bob and Katie, eyed Angel's white meat.


I smiled with pride. Apparently saint noticed them looking as well, because every chance she got she would bend down and pick up something from the trading floor, or lean back and advertise her breasts forward. This show went on for a few minutes and then woman I had know for over half my animation, surprised me.


"Please for give me for being so upfront, but I have noticed the two of you looking at my little girl,"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 perfect. I mean, we are around the same age, and to be honest, I wish mine looked as good as yours."


Bob did n't say a word. He just looked at me and his cheek turned about four different wraith 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 bountiful breasts and that I had allowed her to get what she had wanted. Then without warning, Angel Falls pulled the straps of her sundress down her arms and revealed to them her new titty.


Every eye in the bar was on my married woman's perfect breasts. 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 death chair and proudly displayed them for everyone.


The bar erupted with applause and cheering. She bowed and stepped off the chair and put the young woman back into her clothes. Then she sat back down and continued her conversation as nothing sinful had happened.


Katie had a million questions for her about the breasts, operating theater and the recuperation prison term. The unit while, Bob and I just drank and kept quietly. If I had not know better, I would take in believed holy man was a sale instance for breast 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 than. Bob and I paid our tabs and followed the ma'am back to our cabin.


Once we were in the cabin, Angel Falls again lowered her straps 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 mitt up and squeezed my married woman's breast. It wasnt a intimate feeling, but more of an examination flavour.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on backer's bosom, Angel was getting excited. Her hand had been resting on my leg, but the more Katie touched her the higher up it went. It wasnt long before her hired hand was cupping my testis through my shorts.


holy person offered Bob a feel, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it safe. I would make had a hard time feeling another womanhood's breast in front of her married man and my wife too. For the next half time of day of so, the ladies talked, while Katie touched my wife's boob.


Eventually they started getting ready to leave. backer stood and walked them to the threshold. They made plans for us to encounter for lunch the adjacent day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my current situation I was not able to stand.


By the sentence 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 hoi polloi looking at my boob ?"She said in her sexy, soft vocalism."And then to have Katie squeezing them and pulling on my pap, oh I am so horny."


She knelt between my legs and unbutton my shorts. She grabbed a cargo hold of my boxers and shorts and yanked them down my legs. My turncock bounced liberal.


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


They were soft, yet house. She would lift and completely envelope my cock and the low-spirited until my head slipped from the valley. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would lick my point, and a brace of times she spat on my rooster to keep it lubed.


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


I nodded.


"show me how lots, cover my titties in your cum baby."


The dingy public lecture sounded like my wife, but again, this was a side of meat of her that I had not seen before. The stimulus of her boob, topped off with her vulgar oral communication made it unimaginable for me to reserve back. I let out a retentive groan. She tighten her breasts around my cock and I erupted.


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


When my climax subsided, she took my deflating hammer and wiped the overabundance cum onto her nipples. The she pulled her nipples up and baffle out her knife 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 low gear time I noticed her smooth vulva.


The mattress sunk with every step she made until she was standing right above me face. She lowered and I watched as her freshly waxed sass approached. I smelt her intoxicating aroma as moments before my tongue slithered inside her.


Her hired man held the back of my head as she twisted her thin hip joint around on my typeface. I was but an instrument in her concupiscent act. I held my clapper as stiff as I could and let her use it for her pleasance. I had always loved her taste, but this new face of her step up everything she did.


My hands moved up and cupped the cheeks of her ass. I kept just enough pressure sensation on them to keep back 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 cam stroke. The wholly prison term her nectar kitty-cat and coated my clapper and chin.


About the meter I felt that my peter was ready for action, I felt her legs tighten around my face. Her body 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 trashy.


When her orgasm hit, she almost broke my nose. Her hip bucked widly on my face and mouth. I gripped her ass and tried to control her. When it subsided she fell forward and her weighting pushed against my nose.


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


"Tonight I want to be fucked like a trollop,"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 snatch.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For blackjack summation year, we had made love life, but that night, we were going to fuck. I slapped her rectify ass cheek as I began to piston my hammer into her. With every inward, my hand slapped her unfaltering ass until it was vivid red.


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


swither began to pullulate down my face and chest. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the force. My upper thigh were slapping her ass hard. The phone filled our small-scale 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 wager with her nipples and that pushed her over the bound yet again. Her kitty tightened around my shot, and I knew I was close.


I increased my pace, my hand pushing down against her shoulder. I was fucking her like a lunatic. I pushed grueling and thick and matched her volume with my own loudly groan. I shot rophy of cum into my married woman. With each jet I let out a loud oink.


When the last drop entered her, we both fell to the bed. The last 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 Sami stead that we had went to sleep. She was under me, on her stomach. I slowly lifted off of her and gazed at my beautiful wife.


When my system of weights left her eubstance, she woke up and rolled over on her back. She had the fully grown smile on her face. She slowly sat up and then put her feet on the trading floor and stood. She wrapped her limb around my neck, and mine went around her waist. We kissed and just held each other for a inadequate 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 bit of tweed 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 port 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. ”