My wife and I had been married for twenty-one twelvemonth. She was the love of my living. We married right out of senior high school, and she delivered the firstly of our two children, ten months later. We were inseparable.


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


The early eld were rough. We had only had ten months of marriage before our son was born. Like all marriages, we had our ups and downs, and a lot of times there were More downs than ups, but we never gave up on each other.


We loved our tyke and worn-out quality fourth dimension with them, but we were both looking forward to our daughter going to college so we could suffer some time for ourselves. The good thing about having tyke so young, is that once they were old enough to provide home, we were still young enough to enjoy life.


As I said, saint always took upkeep of her soundbox. Even before she turned forty, she would make would religiously go for her annual checkups. She would also perform self examinations on her breasts in between exams, and of trend, I kept a last eye on thing as well.


Shortly after our daughter graduated mellow school, Angel Falls called me into the lavatory one dawning. She was standing at the bathroom topless, with her left manus on her right breast. As all men would, I made a sexual commentary, but the feel she gave me made me regret it.


"Feel right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her fingerbreadth in a roundabout on the English of her titty. Concerned, I did as she had asked.


I did n't find anything, and told her so. She smiled and nodded, but I could tell that she had felt something. I suggested she gain a doc's appointment and she assured me she would.


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


Angel had always been petite. She was only five foot and two column inch tall, and weighed around 120 lb. Even during pregnancy and breastfeeding our children, her breasts were never larger than a B cup. So when it came time for reconstruction, she asked if she could make them bigger.


I had no problem with her asking. We made organization with the doctor and 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 look too out of symmetry. I thought they looked perfect. They were full and firm.


After the healing cognitive process was over, and affair were getting back to formula, I began to point out a change in Angel. It was n't a bad change, and most mass would probably not even acknowledge it, but I did.


Before her operating theater, Angel had always dressed conservatively. When we would go to the gym, she would wear her yoga gasp, but always made for certain her tops would cover her bottom. She never wore tops that sagged when she bent over, or that would show even a hint of cleavage, not that she had much to show.


After the surgery though, she was wore tight tank superlative and rarely wore a bra. She had always had sensitive nipple, and her new bosom seemed to throw enhanced the predisposition. As my daughter told her, her headlamp were always on bright.


Her attitude in the bedroom changed as well. Our lovemaking life-time had always been good, but since her new breasts, it became amazing. When I asked her about her change, her answer was always the like,"You only live once."


Her variety really took effect while on a cruise. She and I had been saving up for years for a endorse honeymoon, cruise. The Cancer set us back by a mates age, 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 wearing apparel. She did n't want to break the surprise. Her secrecy had me care, but it also excited me. My wife had a new outlook on life, and I never once tried to alter it.


The clock time to board the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the freight loading dock, backer has worn a twain of yoga bloomers 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 T. H. 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 fireworks and Bon Voyage celebration. She hugged me tight and the smile on her face was invaluable. I could feel her severe nipples, press into my chest through the thin release up shirt I had on. The excitement of the cruise and my sexy wifes appearance had an effect. I could feel a fuss inside my shorts.


Once we were at sea, we headed to the bar. At the bar, backer was the essence of attention. I noticed that every person, male and female person, that we past turned to depend at her. Her looks and her personality drew attention.


We settled at a table near the bar. We social club drinks and talked. It was n't long before another asked if we minded them sitting with us. Of form we welcomed them.


We introduced ourselves and they did the Lapplander. Bob and Katie, like us, were on their first off vacation without Kyd in quite some meter. We exchanged tarradiddle about our kids and lifespan in general. I could not aid but acknowledge how both Bob and Katie, eyed saint's tit.


I smiled with superbia. Apparently angel noticed them looking as well, because every chance she got she would flex down and plunk up something from the floor, or thin back and crowd her boob forward. This show went on for a few minutes and then charwoman I had know for over half my life, surprised me.


"Please for return 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 regretful, but they look so perfect. I mean, we are around the Same age, and to be reliable, I wish mine looked as good as yours."


Bob did n't say a password. He just looked at me and his face turned about four different sunglasses of red. I gave him a reassuring smile and he seemed to cool off 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 Falls pulled the strap of her sundress down her munition and revealed to them her new chest.


Every eye in the bar was on my married woman's perfective bosom. 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 chair and put the daughter back into her garb. Then she sat back down and continued her conversation as nothing extraordinary had happened.


Katie had a million questions for her about the breasts, operating theatre and the recuperation time. The unit while, Bob and I just drank and kept quiet. If I had not know better, I would have believed Angel was a sales instance for knocker augmentation.


Angel answered each interrogation as effective as she could, then she suggested that Bob and Katie go back to our cabin so she and Katie could talk Thomas More. Bob and I paid our tabs and followed the lady back to our cabin.


Once we were in the cabin, Angel Falls again lowered her shoulder strap and freed her white meat. While Katie sat on one incline of her, I sat on the other on our bed. Bob stood back and just observed. Katie brought her hands up and squeezed my married woman's white meat. It wasnt a sexual flavour, but Thomas More of an examination feel.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on Angel's tit, Angel Falls was getting excited. Her mitt had been resting on my leg, but the more Katie touched her the higher up it went. It wasnt yearn before her paw was cupping my ballock through my shorts.


Angel offered Bob a feel, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it safety. I would have had a hard time feeling another woman's breasts in straw man of her husband and my wife too. For the next half 60 minutes of so, the ladies talked, while Katie touched my wife's chest.


Eventually they started getting ready to leave. Angel stood and walked them to the doorway. They made plans for us to meet for tiffin the next day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my current place I was not able to bear.


By the clock 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 know how hot it was having all those people looking at my titty ?"She said in her sexy, soft vocalization."And then to have got Katie squeezing them and pulling on my nipple, oh I am so horny."


She knelt between my wooden leg and unbutton my shorts. She grabbed a hold of my boxershorts and pugilist and yanked them down my leg. My peter bounced gratis.


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


They were soft, yet firm. She would nobble and completely envelope my dick and the glower until my headland slipped from the valley. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would lick my chief, and a twosome of clock time she spat on my shaft to restrain it lubed.


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


I nodded.


"show me how often, cut through my breast in your cum baby."


The dirty talk sounded like my married woman, but again, this was a incline of her that I had not seen before. The stimulation of her breasts, topped off with her vulgar lyric made it impossible for me to hold back. I let out a long moan. She tighten her breasts around my cock and I erupted.


"Oh yes, move over me that cum, baby. Let me run out your cock so you can fuck me hard later. Give it all to me."


When my orgasm subsided, she took my deflating cock and wiped the excess cum onto her teat. The she pulled her nipples up and stuck 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 hint 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 world-class fourth dimension I noticed her smoothen vulva.


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


Her hands held the back of my mind as she twisted her slim hips around on my font. I was but an instrument in her salacious act. I held my tongue as stiff as I could and let her use it for her joy. I had always loved her taste, but this new face of her intensified everything she did.


My hands moved up and cupped the impudence of her ass. I kept just enough pressure on them to hold on her from smothering me. My lingua worked around her clit, and over her mouth. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few strokes. The totally time her nectar pussy and coated my tongue and chin.


About the time I felt that my cock was quick for action at law, I felt her ramification tighten around my aspect. Her organic structure began to tremble. I knew she was about to cum because she was telling me. The the great unwashed down the hall knew she was about to cum because she was so loud.


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


She lay motionless for a few mo. I lifted her up and slipped out from under her. I took her legs to roll her onto her dorsum, but she wasnt having that. With her straits still planted on the bed, she began to sway 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 posture, I gave her no time to rethink it. With one hard driving force I buried my pecker into her tight, wet snatch.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For twenty-one summation years, we had made love, but that nighttime, we were going to fuck. I slapped her right ass cheek as I began to piston my cock into her. With every inward, my deal slapped her steady ass until it was bright red.


She whimpered each time my bridge player came in contact with her flesh. As the Passion grew I gripped her this shank and pumped into her harder. She lowered her amphetamine body to the bed and encouraged me to keep back up the tempo.


Sweat began to stream down my face and chest. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the power. My pep pill thighs were slapping her ass hard. The sound filled our minor 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 edge yet again. Her pussy tightened around my shaft, and I knew I was close.


I increased my pace, my mitt pushing down against her shoulder. I was fucking her like a madman. I pushed hard and cryptical and matched her meretriciousness with my own flash groan. I shot roach of cum into my wife. With each jet I let out a loud oink.


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


When we woke the next morning, we were in the Saame positioning that we had went to sleep. She was under me, on her tummy. I slowly lifted off of her and gazed at my beautiful wife.


When my weight left her soundbox, she woke up and rolled over on her backbone. She had the biggest grinning on her face. She slowly sat up and then put her animal foot on the flooring and stood. She wrapped her arms around my cervix, and mine went around her waist. We kissed and just held each other for a shortsighted moment.


She looked up at me and smiled."Thank you, hold out Nox was the best sex ever."


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


She then walked to our baggage and pulled out two little pieces of Stanford White fabric. She laid the fabric onto the bed. It was a thong bikini. Once it was laid out like she wanted, she turned and looked at me.


"Today, our port of song has a topless beach."


She had a gleaming 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 bath and head down there. ”