My wife and I had been married for twenty-one years. She was the love of my life. We married right out of high school, and she delivered the first of our two children, ten months later. Eighteen months after our son was born, she gave birth to our daughter. 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 years 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 kids and spent quality 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 kids so young, is that once they were old enough to leave home, we were still young enough to enjoy life.
As I said, Angel always took care of her body. Even before she turned forty, she would religiously go for her annual checkups. She would also perform self examinations on her breasts in between exams, and of course, I kept a close eye on things as well.
Shortly after our daughter graduated high school, Angel called me into the bathroom one morning. She was standing at the lavatory topless, with her left hand on her right breast. As most 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 fingers in a circle on the side of her breast. Concerned, I did as she had asked.
I didn't feel anything, and told her so. She smiled and nodded, but I could tell that she had felt something and it was bothering her. I suggested she make a doctor’s appointment and she assured me she would.
To make 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 feet and two inches tall, and weighed around 120 pounds. 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 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 petite stature, Angel had settled on a C cup. She said that she didn't want to look too out of proportion. I thought they looked perfect. They were full and firm.
After the healing process was over, and things were getting back to normal, I began to notice a change in Angel. It wasn't a bad change, and most people would probably not even notice 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 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, all she wore was tight tank tops and rarely wore a bra. She had always had sensitive nipples, and her new breasts seemed to have enhanced the sensitivity. As my daughter told her, her headlights were always on bright.
Her attitude in the bedroom changed as well. Our love life had always been good, but since her new breasts, it became amazing. When I asked her about her change, her answer was always the same, “You only live once.”
Her change really took effect while on a cruise. She and I had been saving up for years for a second honeymoon, a cruise. The cancer set us back by a couple 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 before the cruise. She didn't want to ruin the surprise. Her secrecy had me worried, but it also excited me. My wife had a new outlook on life, and I never once tried to change it.
The time to board the ship had finally come. On our way from the hotel to the dock where we were to board, Angel wore 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 floral print. Again I could tell from her shining headlights that she was braless. When the light hit the thin fabric just right, I could see her tanned skin through it. From what I had saw, Angel was not wearing panties either.
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 feel her hard nipples press into my chest through the thin button up shirt I had on. The excitement of the cruise and my sexy wife's appearance had an effect. I could feel a stir inside my shorts.
Once we were at sea, we headed to the bar. At the bar, Angel was the 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 everyone's attention.
We settled at a table near the bar. We order drinks and talked. It wasn'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 first vacation without kids in quite some time. Bob was a few years older that we were. He had thinning hair and a plump belly. Katie was about the same age as Angel and I. Her hips were full and a her breast were rather large. They were both pleasant people and we enjoyed their company.
We exchanged stories about our kids and life in general. I could not help but notice how both Bob and Katie, eyed Angel’s breasts. Angel had always been one that used her hands when she talked. Each time her arms moved up, Bob and Katie were given a perfect side view of her breasts.
I smiled with pride. Apparently Angel noticed them looking as well, because every chance she got she would bend down and pick up something from the floor, or lean back and push her breasts forward. This show went on for a few minutes and then the woman 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 keep 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 perfect. I mean, we are around the same age, and to be honest, I wish mine looked as good as yours,” Katie replied apologelically.
Bob didn't say a word. He just looked at me and his face turned about four different shades 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 bigger breasts 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 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 chair and proudly displayed them for everyone.
The bar erupted with applause 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 out of the ordinary had happened.
Katie had a million questions for her about the breasts, surgery and the recovery time.