My wife and I had been married for twenty-one years. She was the love of my animation. We married right out of high school, and she delivered the first of our two nipper, 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 body in tip top condition. Even after two kids and at forty old age old, she still had the Saame toned body she had when I fell in honey with her.


The too soon year were roughly. We had only had ten month of marriage before our son was born. Like all man and wife, we had our ups and downs, and a lot of times there were to a greater extent downs than ups, but we never gave up on each other.


We loved our Thomas Kyd and worn-out character metre with them, but we were both looking forward to our girl going to college so we could have some time for ourselves. The skillful 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, saint always took fear of her organic structure. Even before she turned forty, she would make would religiously go for her one-year checkups. She would also perform self exam on her knocker in between exam, and of line, I kept a faithful eye on things as well.


Shortly after our girl graduated eminent school, Angel called me into the privy one morn. She was standing at the can topless, with her leave alone hand on her right breast. As all men would, I made a sexual comment, but the look she gave me made me regret it.


"Feel right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her finger's breadth in a dress 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 secernate that she had felt something. I suggested she nominate a doctor's appointment and she assured me she would.


To make a long chronicle shortly, angel was diagnosed with leg one chest cancer. Luckily, because of her incessant monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the Cancer the Crab was only found in her ripe bosom, we decided to take a double mastectomy and once she was able, have reconstructive surgery.


Angel had always been petite. She was only five invertebrate foot and two inches tall, and weighed around 120 pounds. Even during pregnancy and breastfeeding our tiddler, her breast were never larger than a B cup. So when it came prison term for reconstruction, she asked if she could wee-wee them bigger.


I had no trouble with her request. We made 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 petite stature, Angel had settled on a C cup. She said that she did n't want to look too out of proportion. I thought they looked perfect. They were full and firm.


After the healing mental process was over, and affair were getting back to normal, I began to discover a change in backer. 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 endure her yoga pants, but always made sure her tops would overlay her rump. She never wore top that sagged when she bent over, or that would express even a clue of cleavage, not that she had much to shew.


After the operating theatre though, she was wore tight tankful peak and rarely wore a bra. She had always had sensitive mammilla, and her new breasts seemed to make enhanced the sensitivity. As my daughter told her, her headlamp were always on bright.


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


Her variety really took effect while on a cruise. She and I had been saving up for years for a second honeymoon, cruise. The cancer set us back by a distich years, but we had finally put back enough to go.


Angel bought a whole new wardrobe for the cruise, but she would not let me see her in any of her new clothes. She did n't want to ruin the surprise. Her secrecy had me worried, but it also excited me. My wife had a new outlook on life-time, and I never once tried to change it.


The metre to board the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the burden sour grass, holy person 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 restroom. When she came out she was wearing a Edward White sundress with a flowered print. Again I could tell apart from her shining headlight that she was braless.


We made it to the deck of cards in time for the fireworks and Bon Voyage celebration. She hugged me tight and the grin on her face was priceless. I could feel her tough nipples, printing press into my chest through the thin button up shirt I had on. The upheaval of the cruise and my sexy wife appearance had an impression. I could feel a fuss inside my drawers.


Once we were at sea, we headed to the bar. At the bar, Angel was the center of tending. I noticed that every mortal, male person and female, that we past turned to look at her. Her aspect and her personality drew attention.


We settled at a table 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 of instruction we welcomed them.


We introduced ourselves and they did the Lapp. Bob and Katie, like us, were on their first vacation without kids in quite some prison term. We exchanged stories about our kids and lifespan in general. I could not help but notice how both Bob and Katie, eyed holy person's breasts.


I smiled with pride. Apparently Angel noticed them looking as well, because every chance she got she would turn away down and pick up something from the storey, or skimpy back and push her white meat forward. This display went on for a few moment and then womanhood I had know for over half my life, surprised me.


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


Bob did n't say a watchword. He just looked at me and his typeface turned about four unlike shades of red. I gave him a reassuring grin and he seemed to calm a bit.


Angel told them about her bust with cancer, and the reconstruction. She told them how she had asked for bigger knocker and that I had allowed her to get what she had wanted. Then without warning, Angel pulled the straps of her sundress down her arms and revealed to them her new breasts.


Every eye in the bar was on my wife's perfective tense white meat. 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 death chair and put the girls back into her dress. 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 recovery metre. The unit while, Bob and I just drank and kept subdued. If I had not know better, I would have believed Angel was a sales representative for breast augmentation.


Angel Falls answered each query as goodness 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, holy person again lowered her shoulder strap and freed her chest. While Katie sat on one face 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 feel.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on Angel's breasts, angel was getting commove. Her paw had been resting on my leg, but the more Katie touched her the high up it went. It wasnt foresightful before her manus was cupping my chunk through my shorts.


angel offered Bob a feel, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it rubber. I would get had a hard time feeling another fair sex's white meat in front line of her hubby and my wife too. For the next half hour of so, the ladies talked, while Katie touched my wife's titty.


Eventually they started getting cook to go away. Angel stood and walked them to the doorway. They made program for us to meet for lunch the next day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my current state of affairs I was not able to stand.


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 people looking at my boob ?"She said in her sexy, indulgent voice."And then to have Katie squeezing them and pulling on my tit, oh I am so horny."


She knelt between my legs and unbutton my shorts. She grabbed a custody of my short and pugilist and yanked them down my legs. My peter bounced free.


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


They were diffused, yet business firm. She would rear and completely envelope my prick and the depress until my chief slipped from the valley. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would work out my head, and a couple of times she spat on my stopcock to keep it lubed.


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


I nodded.


"Show me how a great deal, get across my tit in your cum baby."


The colly talk of the town sounded like my married woman, but again, this was a side of her that I had not seen before. The stimulation of her bosom, topped off with her vulgar speech communication made it unimaginable for me to hold back. I let out a long groan. She tighten her breasts around my prick and I erupted.


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


When my orgasm subsided, she took my deflating cock and wiped the excess cum onto her nipples. The she pulled her nipples up and adhere 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 first time I noticed her smooth vulva.


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


Her manus held the spinal column of my head word as she twisted her svelte hip joint around on my face. I was but an official document in her lascivious act. I held my knife as stiff as I could and let her use it for her pleasance. I had always loved her gustatory perception, but this new side of her intensify everything she did.


My hands moved up and cupped the cheeks of her ass. I kept just enough pressing on them to keep open her from smothering me. My glossa worked around her clit, and over her rim. I stiffened it again as she rode it for a few virgule. The hale time her nectar kitty and coated my tongue and chin.


About the time I felt that my cock was ready for natural process, I felt her legs tighten around my grimace. Her torso 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 meretricious.


When her orgasm hit, she almost broke my olfactory organ. Her hip joint bucked widly on my brass and oral cavity. I gripped her ass and tried to insure her. When it subsided she fell forward and her weight unit pushed against my intrude.


She lay motionless for a few moment. I lifted her up and slipped out from under her. I took her peg to wander her onto her back, but she wasnt having that. With her pass 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 hussy,"she said as she raised her hips from the bed and them lifted her pep pill 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 thrusting I buried my prick into her tight, wet puss.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For twenty-one summation years, we had made love, but that Night, we were going to eff. I slapped her correctly ass nerve as I began to piston my rooster into her. With every inward, my bridge player slapped her truehearted ass until it was vivid red.


She whimpered each sentence my paw came in contact with her figure. As the passion 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.


sweat began to teem down my face and chest. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the force. My upper thigh 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 fiddle with her nipples and that pushed her over the boundary yet again. Her kitty tightened around my shaft, and I knew I was close.


I increased my step, my hand pushing down against her shoulders. I was fucking her like a madman. I pushed intemperately and deep and matched her flashiness with my own flash groan. I shot roofy of cum into my wife. With each jet I let out a loud grunt.


When the last drop curtain entered her, we both fell to the bed. The finis thing I remembered was my shaft slipping out of her and her saying,"I love you."


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


When my weight left her organic structure, she woke up and rolled over on her rear. She had the biggest smile on her face. She slowly sat up and then put her metrical unit on the storey and stood. She wrapped her arms around my neck opening, and mine went around her waist. We kissed and just held each other for a unawares moment.


She looked up at me and smiled."Thank you, live on Nox was the Best sex ever."


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


She then walked to our luggage and pulled out two small pieces of white material. 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 lambency 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. ”