Forbidden Touch: A Restrained Desire

I had been put on probation. Not official, legal probation, but our counselor, Sharon, had handed me a virtual sexual restraining order. It was sort of my fault. No, it was my fault. Jasmine, for a long time, had been difficult about having intercourse with a frequency I considered acceptable. Finally, after a few fights over the simple act of giving me some action, I sought a relationship/sex counselor. Jasmine was not thrilled but accepted it.

During the course of our conversation, Sharon discussed with Jasmine things that caused her to push me away. Jasmine, being candid, had a short list but focused on the amount of touching I did. She described it as groping and fondling. This behavior I intended as a compliment put her off. I enjoyed every single time I patted and squeezed her ass. I did not usually paw at her breasts unless it was a special occasion, and I saved grabbing her crotch for foreplay and sex, but I love feeling her bottom. To me, it feels like getting a new high score on a game every time I touch it. It’s not a habit to grab it, but a goal. There is not a day that goes by I don’t want my hands to caress that sweet piece of God-sculpted flesh. It is magnificent, smooth, soft, firm, glorious!

Have you ever watched people in the produce aisle? They touch everything, feeling the fruits; Is it ripe? Is it sweet? Is it juicy? How good will this one taste? When they find a good one, they feel it again, just to be sure. That’s me, except I have only one butt to enjoy, and I already know it is glorious, ripe, sweet, juicy, mesmerizing, intoxicating, luscious, beautiful, amazing, and tasty. Every day, I walk to my produce aisle and see it, and I want to touch it so I can remember what an awesome delicacy I have to savor later.

So, while I viewed smacking, squeezing, caressing, or fondling my wife’s hind parts as a near-religious experience, my wife came to see it as overdone and boring. This reality hit very hard. How can one’s intentions be so positive and yet be received so negatively? Apparently, Sharon had seen this before because that’s when I got put on probation.

“Okay, Sean, as long as you both agree to this…” we both nodded, “you can only touch her in a non-sexual way for the next seven days. That means anything a standard bikini covers, you can’t touch.” We nodded again in agreement, and just like that, my hope for more sex got me put on probation.

Fast forward a few days. I had been good. My brain had to work hard, actively telling my hands not to touch the hiney. Oh, I wanted to, but I did not. I forced myself to place my palm in the small of Jasmine’s back or just totally not make contact at all. I was dying. It seemed to work on my wife too.

Jasmine and I had carved out some alone time. It was afternoon, the kids were at school, and we were free. Being on probation, I hoped, would not adversely affect the natural outcome of this alone time. It did not. To set the mood, I offered to massage Jasmine’s back and legs, which meant she had to be mostly naked. My neurons were high-fiving themselves over and over for that one.

I started at her neck with the massage oil. Using my whole hand, I slowly worked the knots and kinks out of her muscles of her neck and shoulders. On most massages, I would snag a boob graze or quick descent toward a butt cheek now and then, but today was different. I had not yet been released from probation. I worked slowly. I felt very strongly that if I were not going to get my groping in, at least she would get a decent massage. She gave several relaxed sighs as I worked.

“Would you like me to move to your legs now?” I whispered.

At that, she reached down and shimmied off her leggings and panties. Oh, land of Canaan, how beautiful! My mouth watered, my cock leapt, and my eyes stared, beholding the magnificence of the vista. My heart and breath waited, hoping to make the moment last.

Jasmine interrupted my trance. “Can you cover my shoulders? I’m a little cold.”

I snagged a towel I had procured before our session began and arranged it to cover her back. To help minimize my temptation, I covered her lovely, gorgeous butt as well. As the towel fell across her ass, it felt as though the curtain had fallen for intermission. I applied oil to my hands and began to massage her legs and her feet. All the while, my eyes kept locking in on her elegant vagina, which remained in plain view.

After some time, I switched legs and replicated the technique. Without fault, my eyes returned to that sublime pussy peeking at me. At the end of massaging Jasmine’s left leg, I sat up and began to set in motion my plan to move us from “non-sexual touching” to “hardcore sexual touching.”

Jasmine again interrupted me. “Could you do the fronts of my legs a little?” she quietly murmured.

“Do you want to roll over?”

“No, just like this,” she whispered.

My head was wheeling, and my eyes nearly proptosed from staring at her pussy. My cock was a statue of pent up passion. Swallowing hard, I dutifully endured. Again, I applied oil to my hands and began to work the muscles of her legs.

As I started, Jasmine adjusted her hips to allow me to better service the fronts of her thighs. The move also improved my view of her pussy, and now the bottom of her ass came into view as well. Oh, the amazement and wonder of such delights! I worked closer to the tops of her thighs, and her hips wriggled just a bit. At first, I thought I had imagined the response, but as I changed legs, it continued. The rhythm followed mine. Each time I massaged up her thigh, her hips arched up, exposing her ass and pussy fully.

Desire boiled within me. My heart raced, and my mouth salivated. My tongue ran over and around my lips as if they were the ones before my eyes. Again, I got closer. When her lips puckered open again, her scent entranced me. My mind begged for release, and my mouth hungered for a taste. Suddenly, my ears engaged, as well.

“Ahhhh, Sean, lick it,” she hissed.

All previously placed governors were gone. My face plunged instantly into heaven. I grasped an ass cheek in each hand and pressed my nose against her perineum. My mouth and tongue unleashed their gluttonous lust on Jasmine’s mind-blowing vagina. Her hips undulated with my licks, my nose delighting in tickling her anus as my face pounded her pussy.

Keeping control, Jasmine threw her leg over and pulled my face back into her pussy. The pure intoxication of cunnilingus became a cloud about my head. The aroma and taste defy poetic description; only their effect of hypnosis and euphoria can I truly express. I was consumed and enthralled.

Jasmine pressed my face more firmly as she pumped her clitoris against my tongue and lips. I slipped two fingers into her and massaged her G-spot slowly.

“Oh yeah,” she groaned.

I could feel her walls begin to tighten as her pelvis gyrated with more intensity. Jasmine was a bombshell. Each stroke of her vaginal wall yielded a tighter squeeze. With each pump of her hips, more tasty nectar flowed forth. She grasped her breasts and arched. Her vagina clenched. Then.

“MMMMMMMMMM. Ohhhhhh. Uhhhhhhh.” Her orgasm clamped my fingers. Her hips convulsed. Sweet juices poured out. I slowed the licking as my cock throbbed.

Jasmine pushed back into the bed. “Fuck me now.”

Without hesitation, I sank my cock in her hot pussy. Once more, words scarce hold a candle to the feeling of intercourse after such a build-up. My dick felt electric. Every nerve was in overdrive, trying to absorb the sensations. I plunged in and out, her hips and pussy gyrating along. I was the new time bomb, ticking down to explosion. The enormity of the tension of sexual chemistry breeched all other thoughts. My cock reached deep and erupted with an orgasm of seismic proportions. My scrotum and testicles spasmed, emptying their load. We fell together, sexually gratified, haunted by lust, and covered in sweat and cum. It was beautiful.

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