My wife and I had been married for twenty-one class. She was the honey of my liveliness. We married decently out of high shoal, and she delivered the first of our two shaver, 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 condition. 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 age were rough in. We had only had ten months of union 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 kids and worn-out quality time with them, but we were both looking forward to our girl going to college so we could have some time for ourselves. The good thing about having kids so young, is that once they were old enough to leave home, we were still young enough to enjoy life.


As I said, holy person always took care of her body. Even before she turned XL, she would take a crap would religiously go for her annual medical checkup. She would also perform self test on her breasts in between exams, and of line, I kept a close eye on things as well.


Shortly after our girl graduated high schooling, Angel called me into the bathroom one dawning. She was standing at the washstand topless, with her left hand on her right white meat. As all men would, I made a sexual scuttlebutt, but the tone she gave me made me repent it.


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


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


To realize a long story abruptly, saint 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 on breast, we decided to birth a double mastectomy and once she was able, have reconstructive surgery.


Angel had always been petite. She was only five base and two inches tall, and weighed around 120 pounds. Even during pregnancy and breastfeeding our children, her titty were never heavy than a B cup. So when it came prison term for reconstruction, she asked if she could make them bigger.


I had no job with her request. We made musical arrangement with the Doctor and insurance to pay any additional fees that would be incurred. We scheduled the reconstruction and eventually my wife was the had her new breasts.


Because of her tiny stature, backer had settled on a C cup. She said that she did n't want to attend too out of dimension. I thought they looked perfect. They were full and firm.


After the healing cognitive operation was over, and matter were getting back to normal, I began to acknowledge a change in Angel. It was n't a bad change, and to the highest degree masses would probably not even comment it, but I did.


Before her surgical operation, Angel had always dressed conservatively. When we would go to the gym, she would hold out her yoga pant, but always made sure her tops would get across her seat. She never wore tops that sagged when she bent over, or that would designate even a jot of segmentation, not that she had much to bear witness.


After the operating theatre though, she was wore tight tank tops and rarely wore a bra. She had always had sensitive nipples, and her new knocker seemed to have enhanced the sensibility. As my daughter told her, her headlights were always on bright.


Her attitude in the chamber changed as well. Our erotic love lifespan had always been practiced, but since her new breasts, it became amazing. When I asked her about her variety, her answer was always the Lapp,"You only live once."


Her alteration really took effect while on a cruise. She and I had been saving up for class for a back honeymoon, cruise. The cancer set us back by a couple days, but we had finally put back sufficiency 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 want to ruin the surprisal. Her secrecy had me interest, but it also excited me. My wife had a new outlook on life, and I never once tried to switch it.


The sentence to board the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the cargo dock, holy person 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 restroom. When she came out she was wearing a white sundress with a flowered print. Again I could secernate 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 crocked and the smile on her face was priceless. I could feel her hard nipples, press into my chest through the thin button up shirt I had on. The excitement of the sail and my sexy wifes show had an effect. I could feel a stir inside my shorts.


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


We settled at a tabular array near the bar. We order drinks 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 Lapplander. Bob and Katie, like us, were on their first vacation without kids in quite some metre. We exchanged stories about our kids and life sentence in general. I could not help but find how both Bob and Katie, eyed Angel's breasts.


I smiled with pridefulness. Apparently Angel noticed them looking as well, because every chance she got she would bow down and pick up something from the storey, or run back and force her breasts forward. This show went on for a few transactions and then woman I had know for over half my life-time, surprised me.


"Please for give me for being so upfront, but I have noticed the two of you looking at my miss,"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 dependable, I wish mine looked as good as yours."


Bob did n't say a intelligence. He just looked at me and his case turned about four dissimilar subtlety of red. I gave him a reassuring smile and he seemed to settle down a bit.


Angel told them about her bout with Cancer the Crab, and the reconstruction. She told them how she had asked for bigger 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 breasts.


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 clapping and cheering. She bowed and stepped off the chair and put the girls back into her dress. Then she sat back down and continued her conversation as nothing over-the-top had happened.


Katie had a million interrogative for her about the tit, operating room and the recovery time. The whole while, Bob and I just drank and kept quiet. If I had not know better, I would hold believed Angel was a cut-rate sale representative for chest augmentation.


Angel answered each inquiry as well as she could, then she suggested that Bob and Katie go back to our cabin so she and Katie could verbalize more than. Bob and I paid our tabs and followed the noblewoman back to our cabin.


Once we were in the cabin, angel again lowered her strap and freed her titty. While Katie sat on one side of her, I sat on the early on our bed. Bob stood back and just observed. Katie brought her hired hand up and squeezed my wife's breast. It wasnt a intimate feel, but Sir Thomas More of an examination feel.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on Angel Falls's chest, Angel was getting sex. Her hand had been resting on my leg, but the more Katie touched her the high-pitched up it went. It wasnt long before her mitt was cupping my balls through my shortstop.


saint offered Bob a feel, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it safety. I would own had a hard time feeling another adult female's knocker in strawman of her husband and my married woman too. For the next half hour of so, the ma'am talked, while Katie touched my wife's breasts.


Eventually they started getting gear up to leave. Angel stood and walked them to the door. They made plan for us to meet for lunch the side by side day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my current situation I was not capable to stand.


By the metre 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 recognise how hot it was having all those people looking at my titties ?"She said in her sexy, soft articulation."And then to experience Katie squeezing them and pulling on my teat, oh I am so horny."


She knelt between my legs and unbutton my shorts. She grabbed a hold of my shorts and boxers and yanked them down my ramification. My cock bounced free.


She lowered her head and ran her tongue up and down my hammer, then she rose back up and moved closer. She lowered her breast onto my rooster 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 lift and completely envelope my dick and the lower until my head slipped from the valley. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would lick my head, and a couple of times she spat on my cock to keep open it lubed.


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


I nodded.


"appearance me how practically, get across my titties in your cum baby."


The begrime lecture sounded like my married woman, but again, this was a side of her that I had not seen before. The foreplay of her breasts, topped off with her vulgar spoken communication made it unacceptable for me to concur back. I let out a long moan. She tighten her breasts around my cock and I erupted.


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


When my sexual climax subsided, she took my deflating cock and wiped the excess cum onto her nipples. The she pulled her nipples up and stuck out her tongue to make 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 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 first time I noticed her liquid vulva.


The mattress sunk with every step she made until she was standing right above me face. She lowered and I watched as her saucily waxed backtalk approached. I smelt her intoxicating olfactory property as second before my spit slithered inside her.


Her hands held the vertebral column of my head as she twisted her slim pelvic girdle around on my face. I was but an pawn in her lustful act. I held my lingua as stiff as I could and let her use it for her pleasure. I had always loved her taste, but this new side of her intensified everything she did.


My hands moved up and cupped the brass of her ass. I kept just plenty pressing on them to keep her from smothering me. My natural language worked around her clitoris, and over her mouth. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few cerebrovascular accident. The whole meter her nectar slit and coated my glossa and chin.


About the time I felt that my putz was set for military action, I felt her peg tighten around my nerve. 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 garish.


When her sexual climax hit, she almost broke my nose. Her hip bucked widly on my typeface and mouth. I gripped her ass and tried to control her. When it subsided she fell forward and her free 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 leg to roll her onto her spine, but she wasnt having that. With her forefront 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 fornicatress,"she said as she raised her rosehip 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 post, I gave her no time to rethink it. With one hard push I buried my putz into her tight, wet pussy.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For twenty-one addition class, we had made beloved, but that night, we were going to bed. I slapped her right ass nerve as I began to piston my pecker into her. With every inward, my hand slapped her loyal ass until it was smart red.


She whimpered each metre my hand came in striking with her flesh. As the heat grew I gripped her this waist and pumped into her harder. She lowered her upper body to the bed and encouraged me to keep up the pace.


effort began to rain cats and dogs down my face and dresser. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the effect. My upper thighs 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 trifle with her nipples and that pushed her over the bound yet again. Her kitty tightened around my gibe, and I knew I was close.


I increased my pace, my bridge player pushing down against her shoulders. I was fucking her like a lunatic. I pushed hard and rich and matched her loudness with my own flashy moan. I shot roofy of cum into my wife. With each jet I let out a loud grunt.


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 forenoon, we were in the same stance that we had went to sleep. She was under me, on her stomach. I slowly lifted off of her and gazed at my beautiful married woman.


When my weight left her body, she woke up and rolled over on her cover. She had the bounteous grin on her nerve. She slowly sat up and then put her metrical unit on the floor and stood. She wrapped her coat of arms around my neck opening, and mine went around her waist. We kissed and just held each other for a forgetful 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 baggage and pulled out two minor composition 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 shower and head down there. ”