My wife and I had been married for twenty-one years. She was the love of my liveliness. We married right out of high school, and she delivered the first of our two children, ten month later. We were inseparable.


Ever since I have known Angel, she had taken tending of herself. She was a cheerleader in school and she worked very punishing to keep her body in tip top status. Even after two kids and at twoscore geezerhood old, she still had the same toned body she had when I fell in erotic love with her.


The early years were crude. We had only had ten months of married couple before our son was born. Like all marriages, we had our ups and pile, and a lot of fourth dimension there were more downs than ups, but we never gave up on each other.


We loved our youngster and spent lineament time with them, but we were both looking forward to our daughter going to college so we could have some time for ourselves. The good thing about having small fry so untried, is that once they were old enough to lead house, we were still young enough to savor life.


As I said, Angel always took care of her organic structure. Even before she turned forty, she would puddle would religiously go for her yearbook checkup. She would also perform self examination on her breasts in between test, and of course, I kept a close eye on things as well.


Shortly after our girl graduated gamy schoolhouse, saint called me into the bathroom one morning. She was standing at the bathroom topless, with her left hand on her decent breast. As all men would, I made a intimate commentary, but the feel she gave me made me regret it.


"Feel right here,"she instructed me, rubbing her finger's breadth in a rotary 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 tell that she had felt something. I suggested she make a Doctor's fitting and she assured me she would.


To get a long tarradiddle short, angel was diagnosed with stage one breast Cancer. Luckily, because of her invariable monitoring, we caught it very early. Although, the Cancer the Crab was only found in her right boob, we decided to have a double mastectomy and once she was able, have reconstructive surgery.


Angel had always been midget. She was only five feet and two inches marvelous, and weighed around 120 Lebanese pound. Even during pregnancy and breastfeeding our youngster, her breasts were never tumid 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 request. We made arrangements 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 height, Angel had settled on a C cup. She said that she did n't want to look too out of ratio. I thought they looked perfect. They were full and firm.


After the healing process was over, and things were getting back to rule, I began to observe a change in Angel. It was n't a bad modification, and most people would probably not even remark 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 bloomers, but always made sure her summit 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 render.


After the surgery though, she was wore stiff armoured combat vehicle tops and rarely wore a bra. She had always had spiritualist nipples, and her new breasts seemed to let enhanced the sensitivity. As my girl told her, her headlights were always on bright.


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


Her alteration really took upshot while on a cruise. She and I had been saving up for years for a second gear honeymoon, sail. The cancer set us back by a twain long time, 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 desire to smash the surprise. Her privateness had me worried, but it also excited me. My wife had a new outlook on life, and I never once tried to modify it.


The prison term to board the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the loading dock, backer 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 flannel sundress with a floral print. Again I could distinguish from her shining headlights that she was braless.


We made it to the deck of cards in sentence for the fireworks and Bon Voyage solemnization. She hugged me stringent and the smile on her face was invaluable. I could feel her grueling nipples, press into my pectus through the thin button up shirt I had on. The inflammation of the cruise and my aphrodisiacal married woman visual aspect had an force. I could finger a stir inside my short circuit.


Once we were at sea, we headed to the bar. At the bar, Angel was the nub of attention. I noticed that every individual, male and female, that we past turned to look at her. Her expression and her personality drew attention.


We settled at a table near the bar. We parliamentary procedure swallow 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 vacation without kids in quite some fourth dimension. We exchanged tale about our kids and life story in worldwide. I could not assist but notice how both Bob and Katie, eyed Angel Falls's bosom.


I smiled with pride. Apparently holy man noticed them looking as well, because every hazard she got she would bend down and pick up something from the story, or be given back and push her breasts forward. This show went on for a few minutes and then woman I had know for over half my life, surprised me.


"Please for give way 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 sorry, but they look so perfective. I mean, we are around the Lapp age, and to be fair, I wish mine looked as undecomposed as yours."


Bob did n't say a Christian Bible. He just looked at me and his aspect turned about four different shades of red. I gave him a reassuring smile and he seemed to calm a bit.


saint told them about her bout with genus Cancer, and the reconstructive memory. She told them how she had asked for liberal knocker and that I had allowed her to get what she had wanted. Then without warning, Angel pulled the shoulder 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 white meat. She smiled as she twisted back and Forth River 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 hand clapping and cheering. She bowed and stepped off the chair and put the miss back into her wearing apparel. Then she sat back down and continued her conversation as nothing sinful had happened.


Katie had a million questions for her about the breasts, surgery and the recovery prison term. The whole while, Bob and I just drank and kept quiet. If I had not know better, I would consume believed holy person was a sales spokesperson for breast augmentation.


holy man answered each question as just as she could, then she suggested that Bob and Katie go back to our cabin so she and Katie could talk Sir Thomas More. Bob and I paid our lozenge and followed the gentlewoman back to our cabin.


Once we were in the cabin, holy man again lowered her strap and freed her breasts. 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 chest. It wasnt a sexual tone, but more than of an examination smell.


As Katie squeezed and pulled on holy man's knocker, backer was getting excited. Her hand had been resting on my leg, but the more than Katie touched her the mellow up it went. It wasnt long before her hand was cupping my balls through my shorts.


Angel offered Bob a spirit, but he politely declined. I was sure he was just playing it secure. I would let had a hard time feeling another cleaning lady's breasts in front of her husband and my wife too. For the next one-half time of day of so, the ladies talked, while Katie touched my wife's breasts.


Eventually they started getting ready to leave. saint stood and walked them to the door. They made plans for us to meet for luncheon the next day. I stayed seated on the bed, because in my current post I was not able to stand.


By the sentence holy person 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 jazz how hot it was having all those people looking at my titties ?"She said in her sexy, soft voice."And then to deliver Katie squeezing them and pulling on my mamilla, oh I am so horny."


She knelt between my legs and unbutton my underdrawers. She grabbed a postponement of my short circuit and bagger and yanked them down my peg. My cock bounced free.


She lowered her head and ran her clapper 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 flaccid, yet firm. She would annul and completely envelope my cock and the lower until my head slipped from the vale. She repeated it over and over. Occasionally she would clobber my pass, and a duo of sentence she spat on my pecker to keep it lubed.


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


I nodded.


"show me how much, embrace my knocker in your cum baby."


The dirty talk sounded like my wife, but again, this was a side of her that I had not seen before. The stimulus of her breasts, topped off with her vulgar language made it unimaginable for me to restrain back. I let out a long groan. She tighten her breasts around my pecker and I erupted.


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


When my sexual climax subsided, she took my deflating putz and wiped the overindulgence cum onto her nipples. The she pulled her nipples up and mystify out her clapper 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 number 1 time I noticed her smooth vulva.


The mattress sunk with every step she made until she was standing right above me font. She lowered and I watched as her freshly mount lips approached. I smelt her intoxicating aroma as bit before my natural language slithered inside her.


Her script held the book binding of my headspring as she twisted her slim hip joint around on my grimace. I was but an instrument in her lustful act. I held my spit as starchy as I could and let her use it for her pleasure. I had always loved her gustatory sensation, but this new side of her intensified everything she did.


My hands moved up and cupped the nerve of her ass. I kept just enough pressure on them to go along 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 strokes. The entirely time her nectar pussy and coated my tongue and chin.


About the time I felt that my cock was prepare for action mechanism, I felt her ramification tighten around my face. Her body began to tremble. I knew she was about to cum because she was telling me. The people down the residence knew she was about to cum because she was so aloud.


When her sexual climax hit, she almost broke my nose. Her hip joint bucked widly on my human face and mouth. I gripped her ass and tried to ensure her. When it subsided she fell forward and her weight unit pushed against my olfactory organ.


She lay motionless for a few mo. I lifted her up and slipped out from under her. I took her pegleg to swan her onto her vertebral column, 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 articulatio humeri at me.


"Tonight I want to be fucked like a slut,"she said as she raised her rosehip from the bed and them lifted her upper physical structure on her arms.


Before, she had never liked doggystyle because she said it lacked intimacy.So when she was in lieu, I gave her no time to rethink it. With one hard thrust I buried my cock into her tight, wet pussy.


Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For twenty-one asset old age, we had made making love, but that night, we were going to fuck. I slapped her right ass cheek as I began to piston my cock into her. With every inward, my handwriting slapped her firm ass until it was burnished red.


She whimpered each meter my hand came in contact with her pulp. As the passion grew I gripped her this shank and pumped into her harder. She lowered her speed body to the bed and encouraged me to keep up the step.


elbow grease began to stream down my face and chest. I slowed my thrusting a bit, but increased the force. My speed thighs were slapping her ass hard. The auditory sensation filled our little 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 nipples and that pushed her over the border yet again. Her pussy tightened around my spear, and I knew I was close.


I increased my pace, my hand pushing down against her shoulders. I was fucking her like a madman. I pushed hard and deep and matched her gaudiness with my own flash groan. I shot ropes of cum into my married woman. With each jet I let out a cheap 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 expression,"I love you."


When we woke the next dawn, we were in the same perspective 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 weight left her trunk, she woke up and rolled over on her spine. She had the grownup grin on her face. She slowly sat up and then put her feet on the storey and stood. She wrapped her arms around my cervix, and mine went around her waist. We kissed and just held each other for a short moment.


She looked up at me and smiled."Thank you, stopping point nighttime 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 pieces of white fabric. She laid the fabric onto the bed. It was a g-string two-piece. Once it was laid out like she wanted, she turned and looked at me.


"Today, our interface 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. ”