Chapter 1: The Conversation
Tara was still a beautiful young woman, only thirty-two years old, but she already felt world-weary beyond her years. The sparkle that once shone in her bright green eyes was long gone and it had been ages since her long, dark hair had been properly styled.
She had maintained the façade of a perfect wife and mother for 18 years and she dearly loved her husband, Mark, and her daughter, Clara. However, after hiding her own dark desires for so long Tara knew that she needed to transform into her truest self, or she would be forever lost.
One night, after Clara went to bed, Tara asked Mark to join her on the couch. Tara took his hand and looked deeply into his gray eyes. In a shaky voice, nearly overwhelmed by nerves at what would happen next, she spoke, “Mark, we need to talk. We both know that neither of us has been happy for years. I can’t pretend anymore to be the sweet and innocent wife and mother you have always known. I need to try to find and become my true self, and maybe even save our marriage.”
Mark sighed with sadness and gratitude at Tara's words and her professed willingness, even now, to try to repair their faltering marriage. With a breaking heart, Mark sighed.
"Tara, I think it’s too late. You have been a wonderful wife and mother and I love you so much for that. But I have decided that I can no longer hide my desires, and I could never ask you to be the partner I need right now. I will always love you and Clara, and will continue to support you both, but I think it's best if I just find someone better suited to travel this path with me. I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I need to become the real me – no more pretending - and I hope that you also find a partner who can truly satisfy whoever it is that you wish to become."
Tara felt a wave of emotions wash over her – surprise, anger, hurt, betrayal, and resignation. She knew deep down that, like her, Mark had been hiding his true self for quite some time, and she couldn't blame him for wanting to pursue his true desires. As difficult as it was, Tara understood that they each needed to find their own way forward. The momentum of their past would just inhibit them.
With tears in her eyes, Tara quietly nodded. “I understand, Mark. I wish you all the best on your journey.”
Mark packed his things and left their home, hoping to find someone he could be happy with. And he hoped that Tara would find happiness with another man.
Tara sat on the couch, holding a long, white, Virginia Slims 120’s cigarette in her trembling fingers. It was the first time she had touched a cigarette since she got pregnant with Clara. She knew that Mark was attracted to smoking women and she had hoped to show him that she was prepared to satisfy his desires, and her own. She watched as Mark's car disappeared down the street, feeling a confusing mix of pain and relief washing over her. This chapter of her life was closing, and she knew it was time to embrace the new one awaiting her. With determination in her heart, Tara lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and thought, “Now, where do I begin?”
In the days that followed, Tara tried to maintain her usual routine and respectable appearance. She did her tasks and chores, and parented Clara though, at 18, she was rarely home. But each night she would lock herself in her bedroom with a bottle of brandy, packs of Virginia Slims 120’s and More 120s cigarettes, and her laptop. Mark’s words and sudden departure still stung, but she was resolved to explore her secret dark desires, and did so through the fog of alcohol, and the haze of smoke.
Chapter 2: Karen
A week later, while shopping, Tara saw Mark holding hands with her friend, Karen, as they walked into a bar together. They were chatting and smiling like young lovers. Tara knew that Karen liked to smoke and that when she was partying, she would sleep with damn near anyone who would buy her drinks. Years earlier, she had also confessed to Tara that she had the hots for Mark, and she never missed an opportunity to flirt with him.
Tara felt the flames of anger. It was not that Mark was on a date - she had granted him that in exchange for her own freedom. But she couldn’t believe that Karen would betray her like that. Tara pulled out a pack of Virginia Slims cigarettes and removed one of the long, white, cylinders from its pretty package. She placed it between her sultry red lips, lit it up, and took a satisfying drag, inhaling pure confidence. It was time to show Mark, Karen, and everyone else that she could not be trifled with.
With a set jaw, Tara straightened her shoulders, adjusted her black leather jacket, and marched towards the bar entrance. As she stepped inside, heads turned to look at her. Tara scanned the room until she spotted Mark and Karen sitting at a corner booth, smiling, smoking, holding hands, and making out. Her heart raced as she made her way through the crowd, leaving a trail of smoke in her wake. Upon reaching the booth, Tara leaned down close to Mark's ear, the deep cleavage of her breasts swelling under his nose.
Tara's voice was low and seductive as she whispered her smoky breath directly into Mark's ear, ensuring that only he could hear her words, “Hey, baby,” she purred, “I see you've found yourself a new playmate. I won't interfere with your fun tonight, but I have something to show you later.” She gave him a mischievous smile before turning around and striding away, hips swaying in her tight denim, trailing wafts of smoke behind her.
Karen looked shocked at Tara's sudden arrival and departure. She felt bad that Tara had caught her with Mark, but she didn't want to let him go. He was just the type of guy she liked to party with, and she had wanted to be with him for ages. Karen asked him in a flirtatious, yet guilty, voice what Tara had said. Mark absently told her that it was nothing important but, while he tried to enjoy Karen’s company as if nothing significant had happened, he was preoccupied with Tara’s bold confrontation, and at her smoking a cigarette. And what on earth did she want to show him later?
Karen distracted him from his thoughts by lighting a cigarette of her own and purring to Mark that she would make his night. Mark tried to cast all thoughts of Tara from his mind and the couple went back to Karen’s place for the evening.
Tara arrived home, her heart still racing from the confrontation at the bar. She slipped off her jacket and kicked off her shoes, feeling the weight of her decision to become her true self begin to settle in. Tara went to her bedroom, poured herself a large glass of brandy and lit a long and elegant Virginia Slims 120’s cigarette. With each sip of her drink, and inhale of smoke, her nerves settled, and her resolve strengthened. There was no way in hell that her backstabbing friend would take Mark from her!
Tara now understood that both she and Mark had secret, dark, desires that had been repressed for the entirety of their marriage. Perhaps if Mark realized that she was not just the sweet and innocent wife that he had known, then they could enjoy discovering and revealing their deepest fantasies together. Tara lit another cigarette and let it dangle between her lips, the sweet smoke filling the room with possibilities.
Tara drank and practiced her smoking tricks: seductive dangle; French inhale; snap inhale; smoke rings; nose exhale and so much more. She realized that smoking was no longer an idle affectation for her. Rather, it had revealed itself as a compelling aspect of her true self.
As Tara finished her cigarette, she couldn't help but think about where Mark might be right now. She wondered if he was having steamy sex with Karen, lost in his own world of passion. A wave of jealousy washed over her, but she quickly pushed it aside. This was her chance to finally live the life she desired – to fully transform into the woman she truly was.
Karen lit a cigarette, performed a triple-pump drag, and took Mark’s cock deep into her warm, smoky, mouth. However good it felt, Mark’s mind kept circling back to Tara's cryptic statement about “showing him something later.” He could not shake the vision of Tara, in her leather jacket, smoking a sexy cigarette. Those thoughts of his wife caused his cock to swell in Karen’s mouth.
Tara dangled another cigarette, the smoke swirling around her head like an angry halo. She knew exactly what needed to happen next. It was time to show Mark who she really was, and how much further she wanted her transformation to take her, and them.
With growing excitement and anticipation, Tara slipped into the sexy latex outfit that Mark had gifted her years ago, but which had gathered dust for ages. She then strapped on the heels that Mark had given her for their honeymoon, but which she had never worn since. Tara admired the confident stranger looking back at her from the mirror, dressed in a shiny red and black latex corset, long black gloves and leggings, crotchless red panties, and six-inch red stilettos.
Tara then reclined on her bed, spread her pussy lips with two fingers, and lit a sexy Virginia Slims cigarette. Tara dangled it from her seductive lips and took a selfie. Without hesitating, she texted the picture to Mark, with the message, “Remember what I said? Come see my dark desires.”
Mark heard the “ping” of Tara’s text and opened the message. What he saw shocked and lured him and filled him with a deep longing to return home to Tara. He told Karen that there was an emergency with his daughter and that he needed to make sure she was okay. Karen suspected that this was a lie, and that he was really going to see Tara. She felt a pang of jealousy and, in a little girl voice, pleaded for Mark to stay with her. Mark smiled at Karen and left her with a snarky pout on her otherwise pretty face.
Chapter 3: Reconciliation
Tara received a notification on her phone, indicating that Mark had read her message. She couldn't help but smile to herself as anticipation built within her. She took another drag from her cigarette, allowing the smoke to fill her lungs and seep into her bloodstream.
Before long, Tara heard Mark open the front door and enter their house. Tara’s heart raced in her chest as she waited for Mark to find her in the bedroom, dressed in latex and seductively smoking.
Mark followed the surprising smell of smoke and saw Tara reclined on the bed, in her latex, smoking a fresh Virginia Slims 120’s cigarette. Her eyes shone with fiery passion, and it was clear that she had been drinking. Mark stood before her, eyes wide with curiosity and desire. He was nonplussed, transfixed by the sight of this woman who looked so familiar, but who he had never seen before. He sputtered, "Tara, what is this? You have always been so sweet and pure. You wouldn't even have sex with the lights on!"
Tara laughed lightly, the sound echoing through the room. “Sweet and pure? Is that what you think I really am?” She arched an eyebrow, challenging him with her gaze. “I've been holding back, yes, but not because I'm afraid of the dark.” She stood up from the bed, and stepped up to Mark, their eyes level now because of her high heels. The air between them crackled with tension as she said, with her boozy, smoky, breath, “No, Mark, I've held back because I wanted to keep this part of me hidden from you, from Clara, and from me. But now...now I want you to see every dark corner of my mind. I want you to see who I truly am.”
Mark hesitated, unsure what to do. Should he run back to Karen's easy smile and open legs, or stay to see what Tara, his wife, wanted to reveal to him? Mindful that Tara was more than tipsy, Mark said to her, "Tara, honey, please don't do anything you don't want to do, just for me. I could not live with myself if I messed you up even more than I already have."
Tara's eyes locked onto Mark's, her lips curling into an incredulous smile. “You still want to protect my innocence? Oh, Mark,” she whispered, stepping even closer to him, “You have no idea what a bad girl I already am.” Mark saw a fire in Tara's eyes that he had never seen before. It was like looking into the flaming eyes of a demon. His heart started to beat faster with a mix of confusion and exhilaration.
“Tara,” Mark managed to croak out, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "Do you really want this? You have no idea about the darkness inside me, and my need to share it with someone just as depraved."
“Yes, Mark,” Tara said, “I want this. I need this.”
Mark took Tara into a tight embrace, pulling her close. The smell, feel, and sound of her latex outfit was intoxicating. Their lips came together in a tender kiss, filled with equal measures of relief, excitement, and optimism. As they embraced, Tara could feel the heat radiating between them, igniting an inferno that threatened to consume her.
Tara then pulled away from Mark, her breath ragged and her heart pounding in her chest. She reached for another cigarette, lighting it with trembling hands, so that the smoke gave her some distance from Mark. Tara said softly, between extravagant nose exhales, “Come home, honey. If we can honestly share our true desires, then I think we could go on a really wild ride.”
Mark took in this ravishing scene, like his deepest fantasies coming to life, but he looked at Tara with uncertainty and doubt, and tenderly said, "Tara, it took all my strength to decide to leave, and I did it mostly for you. I’m afraid to reverse paths and try with you again unless I fully understand where you want this journey to take you."
Tara nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of Mark’s words. She inhaled deeply on her cigarette, let a ball of thick white smoke emerge from her mouth, and then snapped it deep into her lungs. She held the smoke inside herself for a moment before exhaling twin jets from her nostrils. “I appreciate your honesty, Mark. My heart ached at the thought of losing you completely, but I thought it was a necessary step for both of us. You deserve to be happy, and if that means finding someone else who can fulfill your desires... well, I'll accept that.” The weight of those words hung heavy in the air between the couple, and Tara felt her eyes well up with tears.
Mark took Tara into his warm embrace again and said to her, "Honey, please don't cry. It seems like we have each kept our secrets for far too long. Maybe if we shared our deepest, darkest thoughts in total honesty, we would learn that we both want the same things."
Tara, nodded, “Perhaps.” The significance of this moment was clear to them both. It was a crucial turning point. Could they really trust each other enough to share their darkest desires? Would the other hear these secrets with thrill and excitement, or with disgust and loathing?
Tara and Mark sat in silence, their hearts pounding with anticipation. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words, hidden truths, and swirling smoke. They locked eyes, silently challenging each other to take the first step into this unknown territory.
Finally, Tara broke the silence.
“Mark,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “I need you to know...there's a part of me that craves things most people wouldn't understand. But I will trust you enough to share it all. It is our only possible path forward together.”
Mark fixed Tara with his gaze and said, "Ok, Tara, let's take turns sharing our deepest, darkest, desires. You go first."
Chapter 4: Dark Desires
Mark's steady gaze bore into Tara, his expression unwavering. She could see the determination in his eyes, a silent promise that he would meet her vulnerability with his own. Nervously, Tara took a deep breath and began, “Alright, Mark. Here's something I've never told you...” As she spoke, her voice trembled with emotion, revealing the depth of her anxiety about sharing this part of herself.
Mark saw Tara’s hesitation, and her fear that he would judge her harshly. "Please, Tara, it's ok, just tell me honestly."
As Mark's soothing words washed over Tara, she found the courage to continue. “After you left our home, I drank a lot and smoked up a storm. I wanted to begin my own new life of crazy adventures but didn’t know where to start. So, I went online to explore things that I might enjoy.” Tara’s words drifted off for a moment, like smoke on a breeze, before she continued.
“Mark, the things I saw online were a revelation to me. I realized that so many others had their own dark desires and it made me feel less alone. I think that maybe I sort of passed out from the brandy, but the next day several large packages arrived, and I saw what I must have purchased. When I opened the packages, it was like looking into my own depraved soul.”
Tara then brought two boxes out from under the bed. She opened the first box to reveal an assortment of bondage gear: a riding crop; a flogger; a whip; handcuffs; restraints; a ball-gag; ropes; nipple clamps, and so much more.
Tara looked at Mark to gauge his reaction. He took Tara’s trembling hands and sincerely thanked her for opening the box for him to see. He said, “I had no idea.” After a brief pause, he continued, “Sweety, if you are into kinky play then I would love to explore that with you.”
Mark raised an eyebrow at the second box, encouraging Tara to show him what it hid. Tara suddenly jumped up and shook her arms, as if to cast off her jittering nerves. She took a Virginia Slims 120’s cigarette from its pack, brought it to life, closed her eyes, and took a deep drag. Tara smoked the entire cigarette, letting the smoke drift from her pretty lips, before she opened her eyes again, and looked at Mark.
Tara opened the second box. Mark saw an array of items from an adult store. There was a small purple dildo, a medium flesh-toned one, and a massive black dildo bigger than Tara’s arm. Mark also saw a variety of butt-plugs, the largest being a cone of impossible dimensions. Peering further into the box, he saw a powerful vibrator, a large bottle of lube, and a box of XXXL condoms.
Mark turned to Tara with a grin on his face and excitement in his eyes, “Have you used these yet?”
Tara shook her head and said, honestly, “Not yet, but I sure want to!”
“Sweetheart,” Mark said, “you have no idea how much of a pleasant surprise this is for me, but now it’s my turn to tell you a dark secret.” Mark continued, “It is not only that I am ‘attracted’ to women who smoke. It is actually the only thing that makes me fully aroused. I tried to fight it, but I can only be happy in a relationship with a truly committed smoker. That's why I went to Karen. She understands my smoking fetish and is happy to satisfy even my dirtiest fantasies."
Hearing Mark's confession, Tara felt a wave of emotions wash over her. Her pulse quickened as she listened to Mark’s admission about his smoking fetish and his reason for connecting with Karen. She couldn't help but feel a mix of pain and jealousy, yet also understanding.
Tara lit a Virginia Slims cigarette and exhaled a tight cone of smoke into Mark’s face. “Baby, I don’t think smoking will be a problem for me. It has become essential to who I truly am, and whenever I possibly can you will see me enjoying a cigarette or, who knows, maybe even a cigar.” Tara playfully licked Mark’s ear and whispered, “I will be your smoking slut-wife if you will have me!”
Waves of relief crossed Mark's face and his eyes welled up with emotion. He thought Tara had only started to smoke to please him, but now he understood that it had become a crucial aspect of her own identity. Tara had accepted his smoking fetish with love and excitement. She did not recoil in disgust. Turning to Tara, he whispered, "I would love having you as my smoking slut-wife.” Mark then said to Tara, “It's your turn again. Smoke and tell me another of your dark desires."
Tara reached for her cigarettes and put a fresh one between her crimson lips. Sparking it to life with a flick of her lighter, she savored the taste and smell of the smoke as it filled her lungs. Exhaling slowly, she looked into Mark's eager eyes and began to speak, but her voice faltered.
Mark took Tara's hand and said, "Darling, I know it’s hard to speak dark truths. But we need to be specific and clear about our desires and fantasies. Please trust me enough to tell me exactly what you long for."
Tara began again, her voice barely above a whisper, “Mark, I want to explore my darkest fantasies. I crave the sensation of latex, the taste of tobacco on my lips, and the thrill of pushing my sexual boundaries.”
Mark smiled and said, "I can see your love for latex, Tara. If that reflects who you truly are, then I would be happy. With a smirk, he added, “I can see you dressed in latex, smoking, and playing dominatrix in a dungeon!"
Grinning at Mark's enthusiasm, Tara nodded in agreement.
“Yes.” With her own excitement building, she said, “A latex-clad dominatrix, smoking and commanding my harem of slaves in my dungeon. That vision excites me too.”
Amazed and aroused at Tara’s boldness, but worried about his own impending confession, Mark haltingly said, "It's my turn again, Tara. I must say that this fantasy fills me with shame and fear that you will hate me for it." His voice trailed off as he considered whether he could truly share this dark desire with his wife. Tara met his gaze and gave a slight nod of encouragement.
Mark hesitated; his eyes clouded with uncertainty. Taking a deep breath, he gathered his courage and looked into her eyes.
“Tara,” he began, his voice wavering slightly. The tension in the room grew palpable as the couple both waited for Mark to reveal his next desire. Mark started again to explain, "Tara, you might find my next fantasy disgusting. If so, I will understand. And don't pretend to embrace it just for me..."
Tara said, with calm resolve, “Go ahead, Mark, whatever it is, I want to hear it.” As Mark struggled to find his words, Tara silently vowed to accept whatever his secret may be. She knew all too well the cost of keeping primal drives locked away.
Mark blushed in shame and then gathered his nerve to speak. "I can't really say why or when this fantasy took root in my mind, but it is now a central part of me. I can't shake it. I think about it all the time." Mark paused, then added, "Tara, I can't explain this obsession without using bad language. Is that okay?"
Nervously watching Mark struggle with his thoughts, Tara sensed the gravity of what he was about to reveal. As he sought permission to use foul language, she nodded reassuringly, “Of course, Mark. I want you to share everything with me however you want to do it.” Inside, she braced herself for the impact of his revelation, knowing that their journey forward hinged upon their ability to navigate these uncharted waters together.
Mark took a deep breath, closed his eyes and let out a torrent of tortured words. "Tara, for whatever reason, I want to be with a woman who loves to have her pussy stretched. A woman who will do daily exercises to make her pussy as wide and deep as possible. A woman who will always feel empty without something large inside her, filling her up and stretching her even more. I want a woman who will stretch herself whenever she is alone and who will find ways to stretch herself even when she is in public. I need a woman who wants to turn her pretty pussy into a huge gaping cunt." Exhausted by his confession, and expecting Tara's horrified response, Mark slumped forward and clutched his face in his hands.
The room fell silent. Tara was stunned by Mark’s words and struggled to process them.
Mark kept his eyes averted from Tara and said, "I'm sorry, Tara, I knew that this would be too much for you, which is why I never dared mentioned it."
Tara shook her head, still processing Mark's words. “No, Mark,” she replied softly, her voice firm yet gentle, “This isn't about too much or too little. It's about us understanding each other completely.” She paused, taking a deep breath as she tried to find the right words. “What you just shared...it's not easy to digest, but in some ways, it echoes my own dark desires. Even without your confession I also want to feel my pussy stretched out and used. Why else do you think I got that giant black dildo?”
Mark laughed at Tara’s joke and said, in a more serious tone, "Tara, a big dildo is one thing but, like I said, I will want you to obsessively stretch your pretty pussy into a gaping cunt. Is that something you might really enjoy, and not merely endure?"
Tara took a deep breath, contemplating Mark's question. She glanced down at her hands, feeling the weight of his hope pressing against her chest. Slowly, she raised her gaze to meet his, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and uncertainty. “Yes, Mark,” she whispered softly, “I'll try. In fact, it might be necessary before I can live out one of my own dark desires.” The words hung in the air as Tara watched him exhale slowly, relief washing over his features.
Mark broke into an excited grin, "Tara, it might seem odd, but I promise you will enjoy it. If you follow my lead, I will ensure that you have multiple orgasms every day!"
As Mark's grin spread across his face, Tara felt a twinge of nervousness mixed with anticipation. She watched him closely, noting the pleading excitement in his eyes. His words sent shivers of electricity down her spine. “Multiple orgasms, every day?” she mused to herself, and nodded her acquiescence to Mark.
Mark, now giddy, said, "It's your turn, Tara, tell me another of your deepest, darkest desires."
Tara’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Could she really say this to her husband? She took a deep breath, steeling herself to reveal another layer of her hidden self. “Okay, Mark,” she responded, her voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “There's another secret I haven't told you.” She paused, watching him lean forward in anticipation. “Sometimes...sometimes I imagine having multiple sexual partners,” she admitted quietly, feeling heat rush to her cheeks as she uttered the words.
