"You'll have to help me with the zipper, honey." Linda stood and turned her back to her husband.

"Glad to." Bob pulled the zipper down to her waist. As she eased out of the dress his hands glided over her slip, cupping under the breasts from behind, holding her close to him, his cock pressing to the small of her back. He left a trail of kisses along her shoulders, savoring the delicate perfume and tender softness of the skin.

Linda pulled the straps of her slip from her shoulders and stepped out of the garment, leaving it rumpled on the floor. Bob's fingers unhooked her bra and she turned to present her breasts to her husband.

Full, high mounds of pale flesh, pink and white, moved toward him. The nipples were already firm, sticking up, the breasts pointing slightly apart, so large they touched at the middle of her chest.

"Oh, God." Bob pulled off his T-shirt and took the woman in his arms. Their bare torso's met and a kiss soon brought full passion racing through them. Bob, ran his hands all over the blonde. He held her close, leaning forward with his hips to let her feel the hardness of his dick.

"Beautiful! Oh, so beautiful." He moved to slide her tits on his skin.

"Love me, Bob. Love me." She kissed him deeply, offering her body, her entire self.

"Yes, yes." He fumbled with the top of her panties.

"I'll do that." Linda stepped back, sat on the edge of the bed and peeled down the pale blue panties and let her nylons fail to the floor.

Naked, Linda stretched back on the bed. "I love you, Bob. I love you."

Bob gazed at his bride's naked figure. She was nineteen, slender, waist trim, legs long. Her gold-blonde hair was natural, matched by a patch of the same color over her pussy. Bob got out of his shoes and dropped his pants. His eyes went over the luscious figure and he slipped out of his shorts. His dick sprang up to full length instantly and Bob put one knee on the bed and advanced toward the woman.