I never see her naked. That’s the rule I struggle with every day. The fact is, she caught my eye because every part of her was what I wanted in a woman- thick, long legs with strong thighs, full round ass and curves that guide your eyes as they stretch the confines of whatever she’s wearing.

I can’t describe any more because, though we’ve been together for years, the most I’ve seen if a low neckline. Pressing herself against me the first night we danced together she could tell how much I wanted her.

Wanted her? I was aching for her. Since my engagement had ended I had gone into a semi-voluntary period of celibacy so my orgasms were few and far between. As she bent her knee over my thigh to pin me against the wall I worried she’d noticed the wetness in center of my crotch. I couldn’t hide my hardness so the least I could hope for was how long it had been since I’d been with a woman.

Instead she breathed to me, her lips almost stroking my ears. “I’m not going to take you tonight. Don’t get too excited.” She leaned back to study my expression and I knew she could see my helplessness. In her hands I couldn’t move. At that moment I would have given everything up just to spend the night with her.

And now it wouldn’t happen. I’m sure I groaned and she must have laughed at that. My cock throbbed, which only made my humiliation even worse. The scent of her was fresh and warm so I breathed her in. I wanted to taste her, swim in her. For me, good sex felt like swimming inside a woman and I wanted to plunge deeper and deeper.

Instead she stroked my cheek. With my eyes closed I could feel her fingers tracing soft lines over my lips, my brow, even the line of my jaw as every touch brought another groan of need.

I never wanted her to leave but spending the night with her felt like torture. While I tried to ignore the ever pressing urge between my thighs, she stayed in the room with me to make sure I couldn’t. First she reclined against the unused twin but when I took the other she had me join her.

When she spoke her voice seemed to come from all around me. Amid the crowd on the dance floor I barely noticed but here, alone, it was soft and inviting, sensual but...somehow teasing. I tried to hide what was obvious but women see it more than men and I felt her eyes on the now painful bulge as I tried to angle it away from her.

If she saw it how desperate I was she’d laugh until morning. Maybe she’d run out of the room and call me a jerk or criticize me because I’m not man enough to just take her like we both wanted but she did none of those things. Instead, the moment I sat next to her, she pushed me onto my back and possessively climbed on top. Then she rested with her arms folded beneath her like a cat while her elbows held my arms immobile.

I heard that beautiful whisper again, so soft and alluring I felt another drop wet the crotch of my boxer briefs. “I said don’t get too excited. If I wanted you I could have you.” She leaned down to place a kiss on my lower lip. “Anyway I wanted. I could lay back like a queen and make sure you stay hard enough that I’m satisfied. I could ride you and get what I wanted with one hand over your mouth so you don’t distract me with all that groaning,” I noticed a wicked smile when she said that. “But the fact is you’ll never see me naked. If I decide to have you I’ll enjoy you and I promise I’ll be the best you ever had, but you’ll never see my body.” She repeated that word to make sure I heard it. With a hand around my neck, she waited until I opened my eyes and raised her voice just enough. “EVER.”

Since then we’ve shared almost everything. We’ve never been apart since that night and I’ve taken her into my home, opened my life to her and shared the darkest secrets I have but still, three years after she told me she was going to marry me, I haven’t seen her body without clothes.

Sure, I want to. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized about it, but she won’t allow it. When she’s in the shower the door is locked and is only opened once she’s fully dressed and ready. At night she wears a full gown or pajamas that keep her body hidden.

Not to say we don’t have sex. I don’t think anyone could have a better sex life than we do. Every time she comes into the room I feel myself staring at the slightest hint of her body. The way the button down blouses she wears to work pull over her breasts or her pencil skirts hug her waist make me think of her all day so when I see her again there’s nothing I won’t do.

Maybe that’s what she wanted. There have been some nights of frustration, I’ve pushed her and even had some low key arguments, but I’ve never demanded to break the rule she made that first night.

Everyone would say it’s not fair. She’s seen me countless times. When she tells me, I strip everything off and get in position. Flat on the bed, arms above my head, she’ll straddle me and put a blindfold over my eyes. Once she makes sure it’s secure she may continue to my arms and legs.

At first I was barely more than a toy to her. Hard and throbbing, she climbed on top of me with my limbs tied down so she wouldn’t have to worry about being grabbed or having me twist out from beneath her. Her passion has been the same since the end of our first weekend when she bucked hard, slamming her body against me until the initial orgasms screamed out of her. She’d cry out, fingers clawing down my bare chest as I felt her twisting upward. The beginning of our love making is the only time I ever see her lose control.

Then she remembers herself and slows down, taking my tortured cock full inside her passage as her movements slowed until they were rhythmic. That gentle massage of her canal over my needy cock was my favorite part; she’d recline on top of me and study me.

I’m not sure what she was looking at in those times. My face was always covered with a wide blindfold so only my mouth and the bottom of my nose was free. I could feel her inches away from my lips as if she was counting my breaths.

That’s when I imagined her body. All those times I’d seen her in gowns or tight spandex for the gym revealed the slight swell of her mound that the barely there hint of pubic bush that softened against me as he squeezed my length. The size of her bras told me she was well endowed and I would feel her spilling against me when she was fully naked. Thick pink nipples brushed my bare skin as she hugged my tied body.

It wasn’t just sex. Together we explored places I never imagined. Without her body to focus on every act was enough to make me stiffen. It could be just a look or a playful rise in her voice that would make me melt.

Then there was the afternoon she came back from a work trip and peeled off her top right in front of me. Shocked that she was finally getting naked, I leaned forward only to feel her undershirt pressed against my face. There in the living room she straddled me on the soft and moved over me so her armpit was right over my nose. Unable to contain myself I breathed deeply. Then she allowed my tongue over the smooth skin of her inner arm to the heat of her sweat.

Before her I never would have imagined such a thing. I couldn’t understand how it could excite a man, now I was starving and I would take whatever she would give me. Days of a long work trip left her fresh and I didn’t even think of what the act meant to our relationship. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to lower myself for her.

That was the longest we’d been apart but we didn’t have sex that night. Not in the way you would imagine.

When she got off my lap giggling I stared at the ass I missed for so long as she ran to the bedroom. I could hear her searching the drawer on her nightstand and watched her come dancing back, twisting the blindfold between her fingers as she returned.

I realized how out of place I was when I felt the living room carpet on my naked body. I could hear her quickly undressing and then standing over me so even just the presence of her had me throbbing. My mind was filled with thoughts of what I’d see if I broke free and tore the blindfold off but both of us knew that would never happen.

Instead I stayed in place as she came closer...and closer...I don’t know how, but I knew exactly what she was doing. I could feel her ass above me so when smooth cheeks gripped my face there was no surprise. I knew enough to lay back until she got comfortable.

She settled on me as my senses took her in. I could feel the weight of her and the smooth skin of firm muscle of her ass clenched against me. When I breathed her familiar scent filled my lungs and as I opened my mouth I tasted her heat on my tongue.

I was desperate for her. First she stayed motionless until her breath calmed from the long trip. As excitement overcame her I felt her legs open so she angled her body against me. My tongue traced the tight outline of her anus as a pleasure shiver ran through her and as she rose her body moved back so my lips pressed against her vulva.

She was drenched and swollen. Our time apart might have left her even more wanton that I was because she wasted no time rubbing her sex against my face. I felt every moment of her rise to orgasm as I struggled to breath under her.

Maybe that was her plan; if I pass out she can go naked without worrying I would see her. After a long trip she could get naked and relax instead of her husband staring at her, cock dripping precum over the slightest thing she did.

I tried to say something; maybe I was begging for air, but she brought her thighs close together, cutting off any chance of speaking. I gulp a full breath and felt her orgasm wash over my. I tasted her, felt her go up my nose, in my eyes and down my face as she gave a final jerk and one last teasing caress of her soaked pussy over my lips.

What came next might have been a dream. I was dizzy and gulping chestfuls of air as she slinked down my body and kicked my legs open. I was hoping to be inside her and finish my week long orgasm fast but instead she kissed and licked my cockhead.

She had always been reluctant to take me in her mouth. Though she never officially refused, she always laughed it off or changed the subject when I brought it up. There were more important battles to fight so I never pushed it.

But her mouth...the sound that came from me was embarrassing. I yelped a thank you and swore, thanking her, the her mouth, everything that brought her into my life. Her body was a gift but her mouth was a jackpot. I tried to hold it a

s long as she could as she giggled and made it more difficult.

If she allowed me to look I wouldn’t be able. It was all I could do to feel the slick tease of her tongue over the shaft of my manhood. Reaching the tip her pointed tongue did a quick dance on the very center of my cockhead and then down beneath where I was the most sensitive.

I begged harder than I had to see her body. I was going to lose and she knew it.

It’s not fair. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to be buried inside, her on top of me. Fucking. I don’t care if she came first, second and third, as long as I could be inside her.

I groaned so pitifully I could hear her pout. “Poor thing.”

That was enough. I exploded with her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft. To this day I still remember that as the best orgasm of my life, even as the thought of laying naked in the middle of the living room so when she returned from her shower and in fresh clothes I hadn’t moved and the difference between us was impossible to ignore.

To this day I’ve never seen her naked. I’m sure I never will but I want her more every day.