No touching

You will have read my other stories, and gathered that My wife (Vanessa) had acquired a rather odd sexual appetite over the last few years. She never ceases to surprise me. This next story will prove interesting to you, and if you are married, give it a go, and see if it does for you, what it did for us both….

I came home from work one evening, and headed for the shower, (my job isn’t white collar). While rinsing off and getting the soap out of my eyes, I heard Vanessa’s car pull into the driveway and the door slam shut, then I heard her footsteps on the stairs, she came into the bedroom (we have a shower in the bedroom, as well as a separate bathroom). Hi Darling, she shouted, I returned the greeting. I stepped out of the shower and reached for the towel hanging up on the rail next to the cubical, but it wasn’t there. No towel I pointed out to her. She was taking off her work clothes as we spoke, ah no she remarked, I washed them this morning, I will get you a fresh one from the linen cupboard.

She walked past me wearing just her bra and knickers, as she strolled past, she ran a hand over my penis and said “Hello there” with a smile on her lips, then left the room, she returned with a clean towel, and handed it to me, as she did so, she gave me a kiss on the lips and fondled my penis again, this time, not just a passing greeting, this time she stroked it and fondled my balls, kissed me again and smiled as she looked into my eyes, my penis reacted to her touch and just and so mad an effort to stiffen a little. She then announced that she was going to have a shower and get into something more comfortable before sorting dinner out.

I dried myself off slipped my trunks on and some clean jeans, sprayed some deodorant under my arms and put on a shirt, and went in search of a malt. I was sitting in the dining room watching the news on the tv, when I heard the hair drier start up, upstairs. I poured another Malt, and also one for Vanessa, the hairdryer stopped, and a few mins later, she called down, can you come up Darling, please. I shouted back, I have poured you a drink, bring it with you she replied.

I picked up both glasses and mounted the stairs, went into the bedroom, but she wasn’t there, I’m in the guest bedroom Darling, she shouted, so I went onto the landing, and turned into the guest bedroom. Vanessa was stood by the window looking down at the rear lawn, her elbows on the window sill and resting her chin on her fists. She was wearing a burgundy sating nighty with thin shoulder straps, an open back down to about 6” up from her bottom, it had a gold cotton hem which ended just above her knees, because she was leaning forward, I could see the matching knickers, high wasted V nickers.

I joined her at the window and handed her the glass, we clinked glasses and took a sip, what are you looking at I asked, oh nothing she replied, I was just day dreaming, it’s such a lovely warm evening, the windows were wide open, and the lace curtains were just and so, moving with the slight breeze which drifted through, I could smell the lavender in the garden below. Vanessa turned and kissed me on the neck, I turned and kissed her on the shoulder and then the back of her neck, she immediately came out in goose bumps, and gave a little shiver. You know what that does to me she said and smiled.

I want to do something she said, so you will have to play along, no questions, she added. Ok, as long as it doesn’t hurt or cost me a fortune I replied. It won’t cost you a penny, as for hurting, I don’t think, so she replied, with a cheeky grin. Sit on the bed she ordered. The guest bed had a wrought iron style head board and foot board with scrolls and flowers on it. I did as I was ordered, as I sat on the edge of the bed, Vanessa went to a draw in the bedside cupboard and produced a pair of tights, I have no idea how long she had, had these, as she never wears them, it’s either hold up’s stockings or bare legs, she has nice tanned legs.

She came over to the bed and said turn around and put your hands behind your back, I looked a little confused, but did as I was bid, she tied one hand with a leg of the tights, and then the other hand with the other leg, now stretch your arms out, see how far you can get them she ordered. I did this, and I could just get my arms to the side of my body, to my hips in fact. Good she said, she plumped up a couple of willows and said lay back and make yourself comfortable, but sitting up slightly. I did this; she noticed the quizzing look on my face; all will be revealed in due course she said, and kissed me on the lips. Now stretch your legs straight, I did this, and she produced another pair of tights, which she bound my ankles with.

She left the room, I shouted, hey this isn’t funny, you can’t just tie me up and leave me. But she returned with a small cloth bag which she placed at the foot end of the bed, she then climbed onto the bed, plumped up a couple more pillows and placed them at the foot board end of the bed; she then sat up, her legs alongside mine, we were facing one another. What now, I asked.

She put her finger to her lips in a gesture for me to shut up. Then she started following the contours of her head with her hands and fingers, slowly moving down to her face, then her neck, just gently tickling herself with her finger nails, she slipped a finger into her mouth, closed her lips around it and sucked on it, as the other hand was tracing her right breast, she pulled out her finger, and began stroking both boobs with both hands, she started to fondle them, and massage them, both hands on one boob, then a hand on each, she pushed them up, down, round and round, squeezed them, she was doing all the things I love to do to them, her nipples were beginning to become erect, and as they did, she tantalised them and excited them more, until they were protruding fully, she rubbed them through the sating nighty, she legs were moving up and down a little, and side to side, my eyes were glued to her hands, I was watching every movement she made with them.

Her gaze was on my eyes, she was just looking at me all the time, she started rubbing my leg with hers, I couldn’t do anything, my hands were clamped by my sides, I couldn’t move them to the front, my legs were tied together, I was useless to do anything, either to her or myself. She continued to fondle and play with her nipples and tits with one hand, as I watch the other trace its way down her body. I was starting to become erect, but my penis was stuck, it couldn’t fight past the leg of my trunks, as the jeans were tight on my thigh. I watched as she ran her hand between her legs, and stroked her pussy through the satin knickers. She was smiling at me, and I noticed her looking at the bulge which was sideways across my thigh. She smiled at it, then continued to stroke her pussy, her other hand had pulled the strap off of her shoulder exposing a breast with an erect nipple, she started to rub the nipple between thumb for finger, tweaking it occasionally, and pulling it away from her breast, she threw her head back, and gave sighs of sexual pleasure every time she did this, he hand was still stroking her pussy, but now she was tickling it with her fingers, the nighty was high up on her waist now, and I could see a darker burgundy where she was playing with herself, she was wet. At the same time, I felt a bud of pre-cum emerge from my tip. My cock was feeling a tad painful now, unable to escape its prison of underpants and jeans.

She removed her hand from her boob and sucked on a few fingers, then she took her hand away from her pussy, replacing it with the wet fingers, she slowly slipped them under her knickers, and began to rub her pussy, the other hand slipped the remaining shoulder strap off, and the top of the nighty fell to her tummy, exposing her gorgeous pair of tits, in full glory, nipples erect and hard. I just wanted to get my mouth around them, I wanted to taste her, her fingers were working on her clit, her hand moving in and out of her knickers, her eyes were closed now, her mouth open, I wished I could put my cock into it. I was wriggling my legs, and twisting my hips, trying to release my cock. But it was useless, it was stuck, and I was in pain. More pre-cum emerged, and I could feel the wetness in my trunks.

She was moaning now, her hand pulling at her nipples, first one then the other, her fingers were working on her pussy and squelching noises were coming from within her knickers. V I said, my cock is stuck, it’s hurting, you’re driving me mad, and I can’t do anything about it. She opened her eyes, kept massaging her boobs, leaned forward and said, that is the idea, it’s like torture, then she giggled. But it’s stuck V, it’s hurting, please just let it free to get up in my jeans.

Ok she said, I can’t see you in pain. With that she knelt in front of me, unzipped my fly, but couldn’t get her hand into my trunks, so she undid the top button and opened up my jeans, popped her hand down the front of my trunks and took hold of my penis. My God she said, your soaking down there, the pain eased as my cock was allowed to point north free from its shackles. I was hoping that she would now give me a hand job or a blow job, but instead she removed her hand, put it in front of her mouth, stuck a finger up to show my pre-cum on it, then slowly and deliberately took a long lick of it, smiled at me, and went back into the position she had left.

My penis was now free from its odd position, but it was still clamped to my body buy the waistband of my trunks, the tip was out of the top swollen and wet, I could smell my pre-cum and watched as yet another droplet emerged out of the tip. Vanessa was back to playing with herself, alternating hands from her boobs to her pussy, take off your knickers V I asked her, no she said, I like the feel of them. She had reclined now, pillows under the small of her back, her body arched, her pussy just by my thigh, her toes next to my ears, her tits were so firm, that even laying down they didn’t sag, they were pyramids, with large dark pink nipples, and I just wanted to suck on them. Her fingers were squelching in and out of her pussy now, the knickers soaking with the aromatic juices, she sat up again, brought her boob playing hand down to join the other, she held the knicker waist band away from her to allow the masturbating hand easier access to her soaked pussy. I began to feel the urge, I needed my cock pulling up and down, I needed to hold it, put it into her, something, even rub against the bed, her leg, anything.

Vanessa was on the verge of a climax, I could tell, she was wet with sweat, her breathing fast and short, her muscles starting to tense up. But so was I, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Then she came, she was loud and in fits, her fingers were a blurrrr, she was pulling at a nipple as she let the waist band flick back, and fingered herself. She looked at me, as she came, laughing in fits, breathlessly she soaked her knickers, her love juices filling the air, then it happened, I felt myself begin to pump, my balls were hard, my shaft solid, the tip bursting, I erupted, cum flowing from my cock, not shooting everywhere, just coming out of the tip and running down onto the waistband of my trunks, my muscles were pumping well after I was empty. Vanessa slowed down as her climax ended, out of breath and smiling, she looked at my cock. What a bloody mess you have made. She said, and laughed, me I replied, it wasn’t my fault, you got me like this, and made me suffer, and your fingers and knickers aren’t exactly dry are they I retorted.

She pulled her straps back up over her shoulders hiding her tits from view, she knelt up and pulled her nighty back over her waist and to her thighs, then she came and sat next to me, rested her head on my tummy, and began to finger the tip of my cock, electric shocks went through my body, she tweaked the tip (which was trying hard to retreat into my trunks) and another shock went through me, no stop I asked, that isn’t fare. She rubbed her fingers in the cum on my trunks and messed it into them, she squeezed my balls and said all empty now, I didn’t know you could cum, without the assistance of one form or another. No neither did I, I relied upon .  I wonder if I can she said, if I was turned on enough, could I climax with assistance she asked. But that’s for another time she added.

O, what was in the little bag I asked, oh yes, I forgot about that, that will be for another time too she said.