Hot Bath
It's just after midnight on our anniversary, and my wife tells me to go take a hot bath to relax before bed. I'm in there for fifteen or twenty minutes when she texts me, saying to grab the cigarettes.
She used to smoke before we met; now it's an occasional thing she does when she's feeling kinky, so I know where this is going.
I throw on a towel, run into the basement to grab them from their hiding spot, and leave them on the kitchen table before getting back into the bath.
She comes in a few minutes later, lighter in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and sits down on the side of the tub. "Happy anniversary, " she says, before lighting up and blowing hot smoke in my face as she wraps her hand around my cock.
She teases the tip with mouthfuls of smoke while she works with her hand, licking and sucking between drags before she motions for me to take over. She continues teasing with her smoke and ashing in the water next to me.
"Time for my snack?" she asks before taking another long drag and leaning down, wrapping her lips around the tip as I finish in her mouth.
She sits back up, wipes her mouth, and finishes her cigarette.
"Still feel lucky to have me?" she asks, putting the cigarette out in the water.
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Home Movies
I was downstairs at my desk working well past midnight when I got a text from my wife. "Getting in the shower. Fix me a shot...and play with your cock."
Just like that, I had zero ability to think about work. I ran upstairs to pour her a drink before going back downstairs, pulling up one of our home movies and getting back to work, as it were.
Before long, I get another text that she's in the bedroom and to grab the smokes--she used to smoke; now it's just when she's feeling kinky--so I dig them out of their hiding spot and gun it upstairs.
I walk into the bedroom, and she's lying in a black dress, wearing a leather harness and latex gloves, drink in hand. She sips her drink and tells me to strip. I lose the pants, hand her the cigarettes, and lie down.
She crawls across the bed, spreads my legs, and sits on her knees. Looking down at me, she lights up before taking a deep drag and lowering herself to bathe my cock in hot smoke. I grab my phone and start recording--you can never have too many home movies.
She starts to work the shaft with one hand, the tip in her mouth, stopping every so often to take a drag. I feel the heat of the smoke in her mouth, and her glove glides over my cock, wet with her spit.
She stops to ash, but accidentally loses the cherry.
"It's okay," I say, "your turn."
We switch positions. I go to move down between her legs, and she stops me. "Want me to light another?" she asks, knowing the answer. I grab another cigarette, place it between her lips, and light it for her.
I make my way between her legs, and watch her take a drag and moan as I work my tongue around her clit. She grabs at my hair with her gloved hands, cigarette between her fingers.
She finishes and takes another drag. "Now fuck me," she says, exhaling smoke.
I climb on top as she pulls my lips to hers and fills my mouth with her smoke while I fill her with me.
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Sneakin' Around
It was getting hard to find time alone, so my wife had an idea. "Park the car in the garage tonight."
We snuck out just before dawn to be sure we wouldn't be interrupted. We were taking a break from being mature, grown, 401k-owning (in theory) adults.
My wife climbed into the back of the SUV and stretched out on a blanket while I locked the door. I turned
She slid a cigarette out, placed it between her teeth, and wrapped her full, pink lips around it.
I dropped my pants as she lit up and took off her glasses, tossing them to the side with a sly smile. She took a hungry drag and wrapped her warm mouth around my cock in a cloud of smoke.