I apologize for the time gaps in this story but I can't write a novel, yet this is too wonderful of a relationship not to record and share.
Ever since I saw the photos her husband had sent, I was captivated by this little blonde beauty. He had sent me several photos before we met. They all show a beautiful blonde with a very pretty face, enchanting grin, short blonde hair with some high lights. Although the photos were all clothed they did show her fair skin, her nice breasts, a perfectly flat tummy, thin thighs topping long legs and pretty dainty feet. I wasn't sure which photo of Linda was my favorite. One showed her face and great smile better, another her tummy, another her breasts, and yet another her long thin legs. Although I almost never masturbate looking at photos of women on the internet the looks of this woman mixed with the possibility of actually meeting her made it impossible not to.
I will fast forward a bit to the first meeting at their home. Her husband greeted me at he door and he was as friendly as he had been in our email exchanges and over the phone. When he stepped aside to let me in there she was. As great as her pictures looked she looked far better in person.
Over the weeks and months to come she would only become more attractive to me as I got to know her, and her personality came through. As is required in these situations, I needed to not push. As a result instead of walking over to the couch that first night as she sat there with her husband and taking her right then, it was about a month later until we had our first kiss. We were all at a club, and she and I were dancing. Watching this little hottie moving her body so close to me, and looking so seductively at me I decided it was a good time to kiss her. It was a soft tentative kiss at first, then as she responded it quickly grew more passionate. That kiss and everyone since then, has shown proved to me that she and I are the most compatible kisser for me I have ever found.
The passion between us has always been there since that first kiss. It doesn't matter whether we are naked in bed with my cock buried inside her, or sitting across the table having dinner talking about our work. A touch of her hands, a bump of her foot, or her look into my eyes with her head slightly down sends my heart racing.
Fast forwarding again to about two years later when we had our first opportunity to be alone. I'm not sure about her, but I was as nervous as I was at seventeen on my first date. As she approached my car we acted pretty much like we were teenagers, holding hands, kissing, and grouping each other. During our meetings that followed they were just as thrilling weather she was just sitting on my lap and we were looking into each others eyes, or she was on her hands on her hands and knees sucking my cock while her little hands massaged my cock and balls trying her best to extract all the cum from me she could.