Proposition for Jill, Part 3

Proposition for Jill
Part 3 of 4

Chapter 14  (Part 3)

   When we got back from our wonderful little vacation to Jamaica, it didn't
take long for Jill to act on her plan.  Within two weeks she had improved her
smoking habit to two packs a day and within a month, she topped out at an
average of two and a half packs during the week and always about three packs a
day on the weekends.  As far as I was concerned, the dramatic improvement in
the quantity and quality of our love life made the incremental monetary outlay
for cigarettes more than worth it.  I often thought that it was amazing that
in just a few short months, smoking went from being something that had the
potential for breaking Jill and I up, to being an essential ingredient to our
love affair.  It was actually hard to imagine what life, or love for that
matter, would be like without smoking.

   Beginning with that first night on the balcony, from that point on, we
always smoked during sex.  Now, let me explain.  We weren't always puffing
away during every orgasm.  But, I can't recall any lovemaking sessions that
didn't include lots of smoking during foreplay, right up to and often
including, our orgasms.  And, no joke, during these early days of our love
affair, we fucked at least twice a day!

   Just as we had planned in Jamaica, we got married on the very date of our
one year anniversary, only this time it didn't snow.  Instead, it was an
unusually warm and sunny March day in Chicago; perfect for a wedding.  Heather
and Scott were our Maid of Honor and Best Man, respectively and all told, we
had about 170 guests at our wedding.  This event, the biggest party Jill and I
would probably ever throw, came off flawlessly and we're pretty sure that
everyone had a great time.  I know Jill and I sure did.

   We decided to go to Jamaica again for our honeymoon.  We didn't stay at the
same resort, but the one we did stay at, was just as nice.  Just like our
previous trip, we were naked from dawn to dusk and we ate, we drank, we
smoked, and we fucked to our hearts content.  It was fabulous.  On the flight
home, we vowed that we would spend at least one week a year in Jamaica, at
least until we started our family.

   Speaking of family, Jill and I decided to hold off from having kids until
she was 30.  This would give us over four years of just being a couple.  It
would also allow us to save up some money for the big house in Winnetka that
we wanted.  Well, as luck would have it, four months after our wedding, Jill's
periods became erratic and her Gyno advised her to stop taking her birth
control pills.  Well, for the next couple months we made a pretty feeble
attempt to not fuck during what we figured were Jill's most fertile periods,
but, we were never able to go for more than a day.  I mean, all it took was
for Jill to be reading the newspaper after dinner.  Of course she'd be either
naked or topless.  (Ever since our two trips to Jamaica, not only did she only
wear bras when she absolutely had to, but she liked being naked all the time
whenever we were alone, and I mean all the time.)  All she had to do was light
up, do a couple sexy breathing exhales, maybe itch her boob or absentmindedly
stroke her nipple and I was done.  I couldn't keep my hands off her.
Sometimes she'd protest for a minute or two, and sometimes, like right after
one of our frequent smoky kisses, she couldn't keep her hands off me.

   It didn't come as much of a surprise to either of us when we found out in
November that Jill was two months pregnant.  When Jill missed her first
period, we figured, "No big deal."  She had missed them before.  When she
missed her second in a row, she went to the doctor's and she confirmed what we
already knew.  Actually, we were both thrilled.  We always knew we wanted kids
and, even though we were starting our family a little early, we were very
happy.

   The night of her doctor's appointment, we went out to dinner.  Jill had
just lit a cigarette and finished doing her customary double pump when she
blurted out, "Jim, when the results of my test came back positive, the doctor
went over all kinds of things that I need to do to get ready to have this
baby.  One of the things she was really strong about was that I should quit
smoking."

   "Really!  What did she say?"  I asked.

   Jill took another drag and replied, "She went through a list of all the bad
things that can happen to babies of mothers that smoke.  I think she did this
to scare me more than anything else, but it was really unnecessary because I
already had planned on quitting whenever I got pregnant."

   "Yea, you've mentioned that in the past.  Hey Honey, didn't Heather smoke
during her pregnancies and her two kids are certainly healthy?"  I asked back.

   "Jim, Heather did smoke when she was pregnant, but she cut back a lot.
Still, I think she took too big a risk with her baby's health and I don't
intend to do that.  After I finish this pack, I have three more packs left in
my carton, then, that's it.  I'm quitting."  She said with a strong sense of
conviction to her voice.

   I looked lovingly into her eyes and said, "Darling, remember our deal when
you first started smoking?  Well I do.  Our deal was that we would always quit
together.  So, Baby, if you're going to quit for the good of our baby, then I
will too."

   Jill leaned across the table and gave me a quick kiss.  "Oh Baby, thank
you.  I didn't feel like I could come out and ask you to quit with me, but I
hoped you would.  Honestly, I don't think I could quit if you still smoked
around me."

   Before Jill finished her packs, we had our last two smoking sex sessions
and they were memorable.  I knew that quitting was going to be extremely
difficult for both of us.  In fact, I had a little gnawing fear that maybe our
love might not be strong enough to survive all the changes that we were about
to go through.

   Let me tell you, Jill's strength and resolve were amazing.  She quit cold
turkey.  I was not nearly so strong and it took me a week longer to quit, but
quit we did.  The next week or so was hell on both of us.  We were both moody
and bitchy and honestly, I'm surprised we didn't kill each other. For over a
week, we didn't have sex and that only added to the frustrations of this brief
period.  Thank God within two weeks, things were returning to something
approximating normal.

   Our love life actually picked right back up.  Jill had two insatiable
appetites, one for food and the other for fucking.  For the next three months,
it seemed as if when she wasn't eating, all she wanted to do was fool around.
This was a great way to help us get over our cravings for cigarettes, except
that every time that we had sex, I knew something was missing and that
something was smoking.  Jill and I didn't talk about it, but I knew that she
felt the same thing.  It was funny, there were three or four distinct times
that I swear it seemed as if she was working extra hard at trying to turn a
good fuck into a great one, to try and compensate for the missing cigarettes.
And there were other times that I did the exact same thing.  Bottom line
though was that we sorely missed the combination of cigarettes and sex.  And,
by the end of her fifth month, we still did.

   There was one bonus thing that occurred during this period.  Around the
middle of her third month, Jill's boobs began to get noticeably bigger.
Within a month, she had blown past DD and DDD cup sizes and by the end of the
month, she could easily fill E cups.  Her tits didn't droop any more than
before, they were just bigger, a lot bigger!  She started wearing bras again
when we went out because she was so self-conscious of the size of her breasts.
But, for a couple months anyway, when we were alone, I enjoyed her pregnancy
enhanced jugs immensely.

   Alas, it seems that all good things come to an end.  By the end of her
fifth month, Jill had gained over 30 pounds and was showing a lot.  Her doctor
thought that Jill's weight gain was a little excessive, however, she kept
telling Jill that gaining weight was definitely preferable to smoking.  Jill
had become uncomfortable with her body.  She no longer felt or dressed sexy.
Her boobs had become so sensitive and tender that she had to wear functional,
yet extremely ugly maternity bras all the time, even when sleeping.  Now the
only appetite that she had was for food.  And, it was not good food.  It was
junk food.  She did eat healthy food for her main meals, but in between, she
ate ever increasing quantities of potato chips, french fries, ice cream, etc.
You name it, if it was fatty, she ate it.  The more weight that she gained,
the less often we had sex.  By the end of her seventh month, she had gained 45
pounds and our love life was zero.

   Still, we were happy.  The doctor kept giving her good reports on the
health of our baby and we also began seriously looking for houses in Winnetka.
Within a couple weeks, we found our dream house.  It was one of those unique
50 year old houses that was almost a mansion.  The house had five really good
sized bedrooms and four baths.  It was on a fairly large lot with a couple of
huge oak trees providing plenty of shade.  The rest of the neighborhood
consisted of similar houses on tree lined, narrow streets.  The setting was so
peaceful.  It was just what we had always wanted.  Unfortunately, the mortgage
was so hefty, we weren't going to be able to afford the house just on my
salary.  So, we decided that Jill would go back to work after the baby was
born and Jill told her doctor that she wouldn't be nursing this baby.  Since
the baby wasn't born yet, this seemed like a fairly easy decision for us to
make.

   Jill's last day of work came three weeks before the baby was due and her
office threw her a combination baby shower/going away party.  The very next
day, we moved into our new home and for the next couple weeks, Jill kept busy
with decorating and getting the baby's room ready.  She also took time to
scope out a really nice day care center.  By now, she had gained 60 pounds and
was absolutely huge.  The last day that she went to work, was also the last
day that she put on make-up.  This didn't really bother me much because I
thought and still think, that she looks beautiful without any make-up.  By
now, it had been about three months since we had last had sex, but honestly,
my horniness was kept in check with all the excitement of the move and the
anticipation of our first child's birth.

   Our daughter Gwen was born on June 15th.  She was a perfectly gorgeous,
healthy, 8 pound, 6 ounce little girl.  Jill's mom came to visit for Gwen's
first week home and then Heather came to stay with Jill for week number two.
It was great having both of these old pro's around.  They were a tremendous
help to Jill and she was very happy while they were there.  Heather didn't
smoke when she was around the baby, which pleased Jill and her smoking when
the baby was napping didn't seem to bother Jill in the least.

   Unfortunately, Jill's mood changed quickly after those first two weeks.
Gwen was not much of a sleeper and having to get up every three hours to feed
her took its toll.  At the end of week three, Jill's spirits took a short term
lift when she took the baby into the office to show her off.  For the next
couple of days, all Jill could talk about was the news and gossip that she had
picked up on during her visit.  I could tell that she was beginning to miss
the office.

   Jill's maternity leave was supposed to end after 2 months.  But, as luck
would have it, I was promoted to Partner and with the hefty pay raise that
came with the promotion, we could now (just barely) afford the house without
Jill's income.  Jill decided that she wanted to be a stay at home mom and I
fully supported her decision.  Her boss took her decision with a lot of class,
telling Jill that he'd have a spot for her if and whenever she decided to come
back to work.  Jill was very happy with the way the whole thing had worked
out.

   I had hoped that by the time Gwen was three months old, Jill and I would
resume our sex life.  That didn't happen.  Jill was pretty much immersed in
the home routine and she was not very happy.  Jill missed not having any
contact with adults during the day and Gwen was still not sleeping through the
night.  We were both constantly exhausted.  Jill's diet was still poor.  To
alleviate the stress of being constantly stuck home and being being in a
permanent state of semi-exhaustion, Jill snacked all day long.  She had only
lost about 20 of the 60 pounds that she had gained while pregnant.  Now she
hated her figure.  From my perspective, the only good thing about her figure
was that her boobs stayed at the E cup size, never retreating back to her
pre-pregnant D cup level.  But, I wasn't able to enjoy this.  As soon as Gwen
went to sleep around 9:00 pm, the only thing that Jill wanted to do was also
sleep.  Now Jill's idea of a sexy nightie was an oversized, purple,
Northwestern football jersey.  During the day, Jill wore baggy jogging suits
or sweat shirts.  Despite the fact that she wasn't nursing, her bigger boobs
were still too sensitive for her to let them bounce around, so she kept them
caged up in really ugly minimizer bras.

   When Gwen was four months old, Heather and Scott brought their kids for a
weekend visit.  Over the next two and a half days, the sparkle returned to
Jill's eyes.  She was temporarily happy and we actually made love both nights.
Over the course of the weekend, Heather purposely didn't smoke as much as
normal when she was around us, but, a couple times, when Heather was smoking,
I saw Jill staring at her with a wistful look on her face.  I sensed that Jill
really wished she could be smoking with her sister.  After they left, by
mid-week, Jill had returned to her normally miserable mood.  I decided to test
the waters and said, "Jill, I remember you once saying that the key to your
sister being so skinny was the fact that she controlled her appetite by
smoking.  Have you thought about maybe starting up again?"

   I guess I didn't phrase my question very well because Jill more or less
blew up at me.  She firmly replied, "So what?  Are you saying I'm fat?
Besides, it was too hard to quit smoking before and I don't want my kids
growing up in a house where the parents smoke.  So, to answer your question,
the answer is no."

   After I did some fast back peddling, I decided to never ask that question
again.  Or, at least I would never ask her that question, that way.

Chapter 15  (Part 3)

   Gwen finally started sleeping for 5 and 6 hour stretches when she was about
five months old.  Jill's spirits brightened a little.  She still weighed in at
a hefty 170, but it was nice that her mood was generally a little better, most
of the time.  Our love life started to return to normal.  By "Normal" I mean
about once a week.  Jill's tits were still too sensitive for me to fondle and
squeeze them the way that I used to and this frustrated me.  Still, it was
nice to get my rocks off once in a while.

   It was a Thursday night, I think, when I came home from work.  Gwen was in
her playpen amusing herself with some blocks and chew toys.  Jill was in the
kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner.  I stepped up behind her to
give her a hug.  She turned in my arms and I immediately noticed that she had
been crying.  What's the matter Darling?"  I asked.

   She immediately became weepy as she answered, "Jim, today I went to the
doctor for a routine checkup and she said I was almost two months pregnant."

   By now she was sobbing.  I gave her a big hug and said, "Darling, now, now,
that's all right.  How can this be?  We've only had sex a few times."

   "I, I, I know.  I haven't even had a real period yet.  But, the tests don't
lie.  I'm 7 weeks pregnant.  Oh God, I'm going to have two kids in diapers at
the same time.  This is going to be just awful.  I so wanted to space the kids
out a little more.  I mean, I wanted to enjoy Gwen while she's still a baby
and now this whole time is just going to be a blur."  She sobbed.

   I comforted Jill as best I could.  A few days later, we went to Peoria and
spent a week bouncing between Heather's place and Jill's parents.  We kept
busy and the trip did wonders to lift Jill's spirits in the short run.

   By the time Jill was five months pregnant her weight had ballooned back up
to 190, but she didn't gain any more after that.  She now had to cram her
boobs into EE sized maternity bras.  But, once again, I wasn't able to enjoy
her voluptuous body.  It was constantly covered with oversized sweat suits and
baggy maternity dresses.

   Unlike the first time she was pregnant, Jill never went through a horny
stage and her mood never really improved.  She seemed happy whenever she was
playing with Gwen and she was a very good mother to our daughter, but when we
were alone, she was always bitchy and miserable.  The only time we actually
made love during the entire pregnancy was when Scott and Heather came to visit
one weekend during Jill's sixth month.  Just being around her sister perked
Jill up noticeably.  This happiness translated over to me and for a brief
period, I felt that Jill still loved me and loved being with me.  That weekend
we made love three times and I vowed that I would try to figure something out
to keep the flame from going back out.  Unfortunately, within a week after
they left, Jill's moods dropped right back down.  I tried to keep an upbeat,
happy disposition, figuring that once this new baby was born, I'd get my wife
back.  But, honestly, I was getting very frustrated.  I loved the way that our
life was before kids.  I knew that kids were going to change our life, but I
never dreamed how much it would change.

   During Jill's 8th month, she and I talked about me getting a vasectomy.  In
fact, I pushed the issue.  At first Jill had mixed feelings on the subject,
but eventually, she concluded that two kids were all she could handle and she
began to support the idea.  We decided that once we were certain that this new
baby was healthy, I would have the procedure.

   On September 9th, Jill delivered a perfect little 8 pound, 2 ounce baby
boy.  We named him Alfredo after Jill's dad and decided we would call him
Fred.  Once again, Jill's mom and sister came for extended visits to help her
out once she brought the baby home.  This time around, Jill decided to nurse
little Freddie since there was no question about whether she would be going to
work.  My role during this three week transition period was to pay a lot of
attention to Gwen.  She really had no idea what all the commotion was all
about.  She just didn't understand why mom wasn't paying as much attention to
her any more.

   Six weeks after Freddie was born, I had my vasectomy.  The procedure was a
little more painful than I had anticipated and the recovery period lasted a
full month.  This was ok by me as I knew I wasn't going to get any sex during
this period anyway.  Once I had fully healed, however, I began to want sex
more and more.  Jill, on the other hand, was an even more reluctant partner.
She concluded that her body belonged primarily to Freddie and what little
energy she had left over after feeding and taking care of him, was devoted to
Gwen.  As the months passed, I desperately wanted to rekindle our love affair.

   Since Jill was nursing this baby, she still ate a lot.  However, the
quality of her diet improved greatly.  She avoided all chocolate and stayed
away from fatty and greasy foods.  Whenever Jill ate these foods, it seemed to
give Freddie an upset stomach.  Within six months, Jill had lost 40 pounds and
was starting to look pretty damn good.  As far as I was concerned, this was a
big positive from when Gwen was a newborn.  However, Jill didn't seem any
happier.  I know she was pleased to have finally lost the weight she'd been
carrying for almost two years, but I think having two babies in diapers just
wore her out.  Freddie turned out to be a little better sleeper than Gwen had
been.  That meant that he slept for four hour stretches compared to Gwen's
three.  So, the two of us were still exhausted most of the time.  It was
roughest on Jill though.  She was so connected to Freddy and I got to go to
the office everyday where I didn't exactly sleep, but I was able to
recuperate.

   It would soon be summer and I needed to get my wife back.  But, her life
seemed to totally revolve around feeding Freddie.  Whenever she nursed little
Freddie she went through the same routine.  She would sit on the couch, lift
up her shirt and pop the clasps on each cup of her bra.  Her milk laden,
udders would literally burst out of the bra cups.  She would then lay Freddie
on her lap and within seconds, he'd be draining her left boob.  While he
suckled on her left teat, her right would begin flowing freely and she would
have to hold a cloth diaper to her tit to keep from leaking all over herself.
After about fifteen minutes, he'd be finished milking her left boob.  Jill
would raise him to her shoulder and gently burp him.  At this point, her left
nipple would be clearly exposed.  It would be glistening with moisture and, as
a result of little Fred's intense sucking, it would be stretched to over an
inch in length and as thick as my thumb.  She then repeated the process with
her right tit, only this time, her left nipple wouldn't be leaking and she'd
usually leave it uncovered to air dry.  Once he was done draining her right
tit, he was usually sound asleep.  Jill would carefully cover each tit with a
nursing pad and then re-fasten her bra cups.  Then she'd get up slowly and
plop him into bed.

   Over the ten months that she nursed him I witnessed this process hundreds
of times.  Not only was I going through a small fortune in diapers, I was also
going through a small fortune in nursing pads.  Freddie ate every four hours
like clockwork.  But, after about three hours, Jill's boobs would be so
swollen, they would usually start to leak.  If for some reason, Freddie got an
hour or two behind schedule, Jill would become very uncomfortable and her milk
would begin leaking even through the pads.  This situation only added to
Jill's depression.  She knew that many nursing mothers didn't have to go
through this hassle.  But, the fact that her boobs never cooperated, only
served to keep her more homebound than usual.

   I'm ashamed to say that there were a few times that I actually became
jealous of my son.  He was able to freely enjoy Jill's luscious tits and I
could only sit on the sidelines and watch.  It seemed like an eternity since I
had last been able to fondle and suck on Jill's fabulous jugs.  God I missed
them and I missed sex terribly.

   Fred was probably seven months old before Jill and I finally made love.  It
was so awkward.  It almost seemed as if we had never done it before.  And, the
worst thing was that Jill couldn't even take off her bra, since it had quickly
become soaked from the brief stimulation of our meager foreplay.  By the time
I had finished draining my balls, I could tell from the expression on Jill's
face that her pussy was sore and that she had not come close to having an
orgasm.  The next night, I tried to make love to my wife again, but she
quickly cut me off saying, "Jim, I'm still sore from last night and I'm just
too tired.  Maybe tomorrow."

   Two nights later, Jill tried to initiate sex, and I admired her for that.
For the first time in months, she came to bed without a bra on.  We kissed for
a couple of minutes and my hands instinctively reached for her boobs, but as
soon as I touched them, I saw her grimace in pain.  I immediately removed my
hands and we kissed for a few more minutes.  I felt her relax and begin to
enjoy the kissing.  Then suddenly, she gasped and sat upright, reaching over
to the nightstand for the ever present, diaper.  Milk had begun flowing from
her tits and we actually had to lay a towel over the puddle they had made in
the bed.  She was so upset, she began to cry and I comforted her and told her
it was all right.  A few minutes later, Jill's tits were securely encased in a
perfectly ugly nursing bra and a half hour later we were asleep.  That was the
last time we tried to make love while she was still nursing.

   Freddie grew rapidly.  At nine months he was walking and by ten months he
was almost running.  Jill began to supplement his nursing with cereal and
jarred food and Freddie began to sleep a little longer each night.  One day
Jill mentioned that maybe it was time to start weaning him.  But it was the
foloowing Saturday morning when little Freddie actually convinced her to do it
right away.  Jill was sitting on the couch watching cartoons.  Gwen was
snuggled up next to her.  Fred was playing with blocks on the floor.
Suddenly, he stood up and ran over to Jill.  He climbed up on the couch and
roughly slapped Jill's boob.  Even though she was wearing a nursing bra, it
still hurt like hell.  Jill scolded him and he did it again.  I grabbed him
and he started crying as Jill was fighting back her own tears.  "Damn, that
hurt.  I know he's only hungry, but he's definitely ready for a bottle and I'm
weaning him today."

   She nursed him for the last time right there on the couch.  About three
hours later, she used a breast pump that she had bought to express a bottle
and that's what Freddie had the next time he was hungry.  He didn't seem to
mind the bottle at all.  So over the next two weeks, Jill gradually spaced out
her pumping until her boobs had pretty much dried up.

   Once her boobs had stopped leaking, Jill stopped wearing bras to bed.  But,
she was still constantly tired and her boobs were still terribly sensitive, so
my increasingly frustrating sexless situation continued.  Ironically, for the
first time in more than two years, I was actually able to see my wife naked
once in awhile.  Primarily out of my constant state of horniness, I paid close
attention to what child birth and nursing had done to her body.  Jill's weight
had dropped all the way to 140.  Her figure was almost identical to the way it
had been before Gwen was born.  Her stomach was almost perfectly flat but, her
ass was a little wider and her boobs were bigger and that pretty much
accounted for the extra ten pounds.  She looked every bit as hot as she had
before becoming pregnant with Gwen.  Just as Scott had predicted, Jill's
experience with childbirth and nursing had the same effect on Jill as it had
on Heather.  Despite the fact that she had worn bras non-stop for the last two
years, her boobs had evolved into the heavy, hanging jugs of my dreams.  When
Jill stood up straight, her tits stretched to about four inches above her
navel and when she sat, her hangers drooped all the way to her navel.  My
guess is the constant filling and draining cycle that she had gone through
with Fred, probably overwhelmed the tissues that had kept her boobs perky
before she was pregnant.  Unfortunately, Jill's wardrobe of choice still
consisted of baggy sweat suits and floor length denim dresses, so, I got to
look at her for maybe ten seconds a day, if I was lucky.

Chapter 16  (Part 3)

   Things finally reached a head at the end of August.  It was a Monday night
and little Freddie was up most of the night with what we guessed was an
earache.  Jill and I took turns being up with him and we each got maybe four
hours of sleep.

   Around 10:00 am the next morning my phone rang at work.  It was Jill and
just by the way that she said "Hello."  I could tell that she was upset.
"Jimmy, do you have a few minutes?  I need to talk to somebody."

   I immediately said, "Sure honey.  What's up."

   Jill started out by saying that she had just gotten back from the doctor's
and Fred did indeed have an ear infection.  But, that was only the tip of the
iceberg.  She proceeded to unload months of pent up frustrations on me
including the fact that she had already gained five pounds since she had
stopped nursing Freddie.  Within minutes she was weeping and all I could do
was listen.  She talked about how she felt so lonely.  She desperately missed
her friends from work and just being around adults in general.  She didn't
feel like she controlled herself or her schedule.  As much as she loved her
kids, she felt she was a slave to them.  Then, she reminded me that I was
going out of town tomorrow morning and that I wouldn't get back home until
Friday night.  She was part angry with me for deserting her and part fretting
at the thought of being confined at home with no relief for the next three
days.  I tried to offer suggestions about things that she could do with the
kids, but she cut me off, saying forcefully, in between tears.  "Oh you don't
understand.  You don't have to solve my problems.  I don't even want you to
solve my problems.  I just want you to listen and understand and be
sympathetic.  I want you to feel what I'm feeling."

   I retreated and did just as she requested.  Then, she started sobbing even
harder, "God Jim, I don't even have any time to buy new cloths.  All my cloths
look terrible.  I only have ugly nursing bras that are falling apart and I
don't even have time to go to the store and get new ones.  Can you skip your
golf game on Saturday so that I can just go to a store, by myself, without two
crying babies screaming for me?"

   I assured her that this would be fine and that seemed to calm her for a
bit.  Still, when I hung up the phone, I knew I had to do something major.
Our love affair needed to be jump-started and quickly.

   Surprisingly, my presentations and materials were in great shape for the
meetings that I would have over the next three days.  Normally, the day before
a big trip, I get frantic trying to tie up loose ends.  Today, however, thanks
to a really sharp intern that had been working for me for the last month, I
was almost 100% prepared.  I had planned on using the afternoon to practice
two different speeches that I would be giving.  Instead, I used the time to
cook up a plan and put it into action.

   I took a two hour lunch and I had to go to three different exotic lingerie
shops before I found exactly what I was looking for.  I wanted to get Jill a
gown.  It had to be elegant and feminine, but also obscenely sexy.  It also
had to be purple, Jill's favorite color from her Northwestern days.  Finally,
I found the perfect garment.  It was a bright purple, almost lilac colored,
shiny silk, floor length gown.  It had long, billowing sleeves and a very
feminine high collar.  The bodice of the robe was designed to fit tight,
almost like a bustier and the robe was held together by about ten tiny satin
buttons that started at the collar and continued to the waist.  The long,
flowing skirt was cut in a sweeping arch in the front so that Jill's pussy
would be completely visible and showcased by the flowing material.  With every
step, she would be putting on an incredible leg display.  But, the best
feature of this gown was the top.  There were two large, teardrop shaped holes
cut about two inches on either side of the buttons.  Based on her height and
weight, I bought Jill a "Large" which had holes that were just barely big
enough for her boobs to fit through.

   For the rest of the afternoon I sat in my office trying to work on my
speeches.  But, my mind was preoccupied with fantasizing over of how Jill was
going to look in this gown.  On my way home I stopped off at Osco's and picked
up a few items that I needed in order to pull off my plan.

   I stepped into the kitchen around 7:00, which was my normal time.  Jill was
in the middle of feeding the kids.  Her mood was calmer, but not really any
better.  She just seemed like she was going through the motions.  Literally, a
new day, but the same old shit.  The kids were happy to see me and I guess
Jill was too.  Although, I think the only reason why she was happy was because
now she could escape and do her weekly shopping.

   About a month before, I had tried to think of something that I could do to
give Jill some relief.  We came up with this idea where one night a week I
would take care of the kids while Jill went shopping by herself.  Once I had
put the kids to bed, I would make us a light supper and we would eat together
and in peace once Jill returned from the store.  I had foolishly thought that
Jill would find these evenings romantic and that maybe they would lead to some
good old-fashioned sex.  As I've already mentioned, they didn't.  I know Jill
enjoyed them however.  She usually came home in a better mood than when she
had left and during dinner she took advantage of my undivided attention to
tell me about all the new things my kids were doing.  Unfortunately, this
always segued into how exhausting and stressful it was raising two kids.

   So, as far as Jill was concerned, this was going to be her normal weekly
shopping night.  She didn't even bother to ask me what I had in mind for our
meal.  She left the house around 7:30.  I figured this gave me until 9:00 to
put all the pieces of my plan together.  I got the kids to sleep by 8:30 and
then whipped together a chicken Caesar salad for Jill and I.  I wrote a tender
note to Jill and slipped it into the box that held the gown, then I placed it
on the bed, so that I knew she wouldn't miss it.  During my shopping trip for
the gown I had also picked myself up a nice pair of golden brown silk pajamas.
The pants were very loose and comfortable and the buttonless shirt was
designed to be worn open, like a jacket.

   Right on schedule, Jill got home at 9:00.  I helped her haul the eight bags
of groceries in from the car and when we finished, Jill thanked me, said she
was starving and asked me what was for dinner.  Then, she said she was going
upstairs to get into her pajamas before we ate.  I figured she'd either call
me or immediately come bounding down the stairs or, I hoped, she'd take about
five minutes to get changed into her new gown and the next time I that I'd see
her, she'd be a vision of loveliness.

   Jill walked slowly up the stairs.  Her feet ached from the new, and as yet,
not broken in pair of Nike's that she wore.  She was dead tired and couldn't
wait to get out of her baby formula stained sweat shirt and sweat pants.  When
she finally stepped through the door into our bedroom and turned on the light,
she immediately noticed the box on the bed.  Jill thought about calling down
to me, but decided that I must have wanted her to open it in private, or I
would have handed it to her in the kitchen.  She gently lifted the top off the
box and instantly noticed the white envelope that held my card.  When she
picked up the envelope, she spotted a small glass ashtray that I had hidden
under the envelope.  The ashtray held an opened pack of Capri Menthol 120's
and a very elegant, white gold trimmed lighter.

   Jill's immediate reaction was one of intense anger.  She thought, "How dare
he try to get me to start smoking again!  God, he knew how hard it was for me
to quit before."  She was so outraged that she came ever so close to calling
out to me.  But, then she thought, "He's gone through a lot of bother here.  I
might as well read his card."  She quickly tore open the envelope.  The cover
of the card said simply, "For the Love of my Life."  She stared at the cover
and re-read the words a couple of times, then she slowly opened the card.
Here's what I had written:

	  My Dearest Jill,

   Let me begin by saying how much I truly love you.  You have brought me
untold happiness over the years.  I thank you for giving me two wonderful
children and I am amazed at what an outstanding mother you are to them.  My
undying wish is to make sure that you are happy and that our love continues to
grow and strengthen as the years go by.  I wish I knew what you are thinking
right now as you read this.  Perhaps you are happy.  But, most likely you are
not.  I'm sure that by now you have seen the pack of cigarettes that I have
placed in this box.  I certainly know how hard it was for you to quit smoking
when you became pregnant with Gwen.  It was just as hard for me to quit.
Please let me explain why I've done this.  Over the last two years, I feel
that we've grown apart.  With the addition of our two beautiful children to
our family, our lives changed forever.  That's ok with me.  I wouldn't trade
our kids for anything.  But, with these changes, our life together has been
strained.  I know that there are frequent periods when you are not happy and
this pains me greatly.  When we fell in love and got married, the only thing
that I wanted was for you, and us, to be happy.  This is still the only thing
that I want, except now I want our whole little family to be happy.  I know
that being a devoted mother has created voids in your life.  I believe that
one of those voids is the passion that we once felt for one another.  I'm
convinced that if we were, somehow, able to rekindle that passion, some of the
other voids would be more tolerable and you (and we as a family) would be
happier.  Now this one pack of cigarettes is certainly not going to rekindle
any passion or solve any problems.  Think of it as a symbol.  When we were at
our happiest and when our love for each other was most passionate, we were
smokers.  Whether that was right or wrong is irrelevant.  It is simply a fact.
Here's my promise to you.  I desperately want to rekindle the passion and love
that We once had.  Whether you choose to smoke any of these cigarettes or not,
is not important to me.  If you decide to not smoke them, that's fine and I
will certainly understand and respect your decision.  Either way, I promise
you that I am going to do everything in my power to re-ignite the passion in
our relationship.  To be honest, I confess that I was so nervous about this
evening and how you would react to the gifts that I brought you, that I smoked
three of these cigarettes earlier today.  I hope you don't mind and I hope you
like the gown that I bought.  I think it combines the perfect mix of elegance
and sexiness.  Jill, please accept my gifts in the spirit of love with which
they are intended.  Carefully consider my words.  I wrote them with the utmost
love and sincerity.

							Passionately Yours,

								Jim


   By the time that Jill had finished reading the note, she was crying.  She
wasn't sobbing, but tears were rolling down her cheeks like they'd do at the
end of a good, sentimental, tear jerker movie.  Her mood had changed
completely.  Through her tears, she re-read the note and now she was sobbing a
little.

   Meanwhile, downstairs I feverishly changed out of my business suit in the
first floor bathroom.  As soon as I pulled my new pajama bottoms over my limp
cock, I instantly enjoyed the cool, satiny smooth feeling of the material as
it brushed loosely over my unit.  My cock instinctively began to stiffen, but
I had no time to enjoy this sensation.  I had work to do.  I rushed into the
dining room and set two place settings.  I lit two long candles to set the
perfect romantic mood and then I filled a couple large wine goblets from an
expensive bottle of red wine that I had bought earlier in the day.  Back in
the kitchen, I grabbed our large glass ashtray that we had stored away in a
high cupboard and carried it out to our coffee table in the living room, with
the hope that we would be using it tonight.  I glanced at the clock and all of
this activity had taken me exactly five minutes.  Not having heard any sounds
from upstairs, I assumed that Jill would be coming downstairs in a matter of
minutes.  I plopped down in my recliner, which would give me a perfect view of
Jill when she entered from the stairway and waited impatiently.  After twenty
minutes, I realized my five minute estimate was absurd.  A couple of times I
almost went upstairs to see what had happened to Jill, but I decided that I
simply had to wait her out.

   Jill wiped the tears from her eyes with a tissue.  She reached down and
held the pack of Capri's in her hands for a moment.  She instinctively tapped
out a cigarette and held it in her fingers.  It seemed so long ago since she
had last done this.  When she quit smoking, she had convinced herself that it
would be for good.  But, she had never really stopped longing for a cigarette.
Over the years, whenever she saw someone enjoying a cigarette, for an ever so
brief instant, she'd wished she could do the same.  She brought the cigarette
to her lips and pretended that she was doing a smoking dangle.  She began to
re-read the card again and actually took a couple fake drags on the cigarette.
When she finished reading the card for the fifth time, she dropped it on the
bed and grabbed the slim and elegant lighter.  Despite the fact that her hands
were nervously shaking, she effortlessly flicked it to life.  Then, she stared
at the perfect flame for a moment as if she needed to perform one last
non-smoking ritual before re-joining the ranks of happy smokers.  She slowly
raised the flame to the tip of the cigarette.  The instincts developed from
having lit thousands of cigarettes years ago, kicked in and she took a perfect
drag on the filter to ignite the cigarette.  She slowly, but not deeply,
inhaled that first drag.  She gazed towards the ceiling and before she
exhaled, she thought, "God, I've missed this."

   When Jill took her second drag, she attempted to inhale a rather large
cheek hallowing drag and this time, when she inhaled, she felt a little
uneasiness in her pristine lungs and she had to fight the urge to cough.
"Whoa."  She thought, "I'm not ready for this.  I better take these drags a
little slower."  During the first four or five drags that she took, she stared
at herself in the mirror on her dresser, just as she had done following
Heather's first lessons on proper smoking technique years earlier.  Jill now
studied her form as she smoked.  Her instincts for the proper hand and finger
positions as well as the correct ash flicking techniques quickly kicked back
in.  But, she was bummed at how weak her drags, inhales and exhales were and
she decided she would have to work quickly on these things.  It was apparent
that after only half a cigarette, Jill was already re-casting her life as a
born-again smoker.

   By the time Jill had finished with this first cigarette, she had pulled off
her shoes and stepped out of her sweat suit.  She shucked off her bra and
then, held up the gown for the first time.  She fell in love with the color
and the feel of the material.  At first, in the rather dim light, she didn't
make out all the little features.  But when she inadvertently stuck her hand
through one of the breast openings, she realized this was no ordinary gown.
Her heart rate quickened with anticipation.  She was dying to see what this
naughty outfit was going to look like.  Jill thrust her arms through the
sleeves and quickly fastened all the buttons down the front of the robe.  Then
she gently tugged on her tits to make sure that they protruded properly
through the openings and then she gazed at her figure in the full length
mirror on the back of the door.  She thought, "This is beyond risqué.  It is
totally obscene.  And, I know exactly why my husband would buy it."

   For the next few seconds, Jill glanced at her vision in the mirror.  She
reached up and cupped her tits in the palms of her hands.  "God, my breasts
are so big and droopy."  She thought.  "Oh well, that's exactly how my husband
likes them and, Lord knows, this gown really shows them off."  She dropped her
hands back to her sides and looked down at the decidedly un-sexy white cotton
panties that she wore.  She realized that the way that the front slit of this
robe rose all the way to her waist, it was meant to either show off a sexy
pair of panties or, her bare pussy.  She slid her panties to the floor and
gasped out loud, "Shit, my pussy's a mess.  Look how long and gross my hair
is."  Then, she thought, "It's been months since I last trimmed my bush.  It's
so ugly and still my loving man wants it.  Thank you Lord for giving me such a
sweetheart.  I've got to fix this problem."

   She turned and grabbed the cigarettes, lighter and ashtray and headed into
the bathroom.  She lit a fresh cigarette, paused to enjoy the first drag, then
let it dangle from her mouth as she started up her electric trimmers.  While
she trimmed off inches of long, curly dark pubic hair, she only took one weak
drag on the cigarette.  Still, she enjoyed the long absent feeling of having a
freshly lit cigarette burning leisurely from her lips.  When she was just
about done with her trim, she glanced in the mirror and noticed that her
nipples were nice and stiff.  She remembered that they usually stiffened up
whenever she smoked without a bra on and she knew that I enjoyed that.  She
switched off the trimmers and wetted a washcloth with nice warm water.  She
held the washcloth over what remained of her pubic hair while she found her
can of shaving gel in the cabinet.  She sprayed a little line of cooling gel
onto her left hand and rubbed her muff with the lubricating gel until she had
built up a nice, thick layer of lather.  She shaved the remains of her hair
until all that was left was what strippers called a "Landing strip" of soft
and short pubic hair.  She wiped all the remaining traces of cream off her
mound with the warm washcloth and then left the bathroom to gaze at herself,
once again, in the full length mirror.  This time she liked what she saw.  She
moved closer to the mirror to look at her face.  "Make-up time."  She decided.

   Jill sat down at her make-up table for the first time in months.  She
decided to light another cigarette and even though she only took maybe seven
drags off the tasty, white cylinder, she was pleased at the fact that she was
already able to handle slightly longer and deeper drags.  Her long dormant
make-up instincts kicked in again and it only took her about ten minutes to
re-create her sexiest face.  When she was satisfied with her make-up job, she
took one last long drag on the cigarette.  She inhaled deeply and felt
slightly dizzy but a couple of quick breaths squelched the feeling.  She stood
and paused to read my note for the sixth time, and, by the time she finished
with it, tears were, once again, welling up in her eyes.  She placed the note
on the dresser, grabbed her cigarettes and lighter, slipped her feet into the
sexy little four inch heeled sandals that she hadn't worn since before Gwen
was born and headed down the stairs.

   It had been a full half hour since Jill had left me.  By now the candles on
the dining room table had already burned down a couple of inches.  In the
interim, I had glanced through the latest issue of Time magazine and surfed
through all the channels on the TV, twice.  Finally, I heard footsteps on the
stairs.  When Jill stepped into full view, my jaw hit the floor.  She looked
so gorgeous.  The way that the gown framed her luscious tits exceeded even my
wildest imagination.  My eyes darted to her feet and I was pleased that she
was wearing the four inch heels.  This meant that when we embraced, my cock
would be at the same level as her pussy.  And God, her pussy never looked
prettier.  But, being the unwavering tit man that I am, my gaze quickly
re-focused on her bounteous breasts.  Her boobs bounced ever so slightly with
each little baby step that she took as she made her way over to me.  When she
was half way to me, I stood and she held out her arms.  "Jimmy, hug me."  She
asked.

   We wrapped our arms around each other and I squeezed her tightly to me.
The feeling of her bare breasts squishing into my equally bare chest was
heavenly.  The smell of fresh cigarette smoke on her breath was strong and
intoxicating.  I whispered, "Darling, you look sensational tonight."

   "Thank you honey.  I love this gown and I love you so much.  Kiss me."  She
whispered back.

   Our lips met in a perfectly delightful tongue kiss.  Jill's taste of
cigarettes brought back such good memories.  My cock was already rock hard and
I couldn't help rubbing it across Jill's naked pussy.  "Oh Jill baby, you
taste delicious, but it looks like you've been crying."  I said.

   She pulled back from me a little and said, "Baby I have been crying."  And,
with that, she started sobbing all over again.

   I pulled her to me again and said in my most comforting voice, "What's the
matter darling?  Did I do anything wrong?  Now, now, don't cry darling."

   Jill reached up and wiped the tears off her cheek with her fingers, "Oh
shit, my makeup is going to run."  She paused and gathered herself.  Then she
put her arms back around my waist and smiled at me saying, "Jim.  It was your
letter.  It was just so beautiful.  But I can't talk about it right now or
I'll start crying all over again.  Just kiss me again."

   I obliged.  I dove my tongue deep into her warm mouth and I sensed her
breathing quicken.  Thirty seconds later she pulled her lips from mine and
said, "You know what I really want right now?"

   "No what?  My gorgeous wife."  I answered, while continuing to brush my
cock against her bush with gentle little hip rotations.

   She paused for a second and looked into my eyes.  Her face broke into a
devilish grin and she said, "What I really want is a smoky kiss.  I think I've
missed those the most."

   "Well let's go."  I said enthusiastically.

   Jill nervously popped a cigarette out of the pack and I grabbed the lighter
from her and brought the flame to the end of her cigarette.  She took a small
drag to light it, exhaled a thin stream of smoke toward the ceiling and then
she took a nice big cheek hallowing drag.  Our lips locked together just like
they'd done hundreds of times before.  As we kissed, our breathing was deep
and passionate and my cock began to literally throb in anxious anticipation.
Jill broke off the kiss and said, "Whoa baby.  I am so dizzy.  I guess my
lungs aren't ready for smoky kisses yet.  But God, was that nice."  She paused
and continued, "I can't wait to be able to do this again whenever we want."

   I replied breathlessly, "Oh Jill darling, I can't wait either.  Why don't
we go up stairs and finish that cigarette?"

   Jill snaked her hand down to my cock and gave my throbbing unit a gentle
squeeze.  "Oh Jim, we are definitely going to have some great sex tonight, but
I see the beautiful table that you've set and I'm starving.  But honestly,
this is the most romantic evening I think you've ever given me and I don't
want it to end too soon.  Can we just eat our dinner and enjoy each other's
company for a little while?  I promise you that I'll give you a fuck to
remember.  But just a little later, ok?"

   I assured her that this was fine and she squeezed my cock one more time.
"Oh Jim, you're so big and hard.  I've missed you and I've missed us for so
long, but I can't imagine how horny you must be.  The last couple years must
have been hell on you.  But, I'm going to make it up to you."

   "Jill, you're right, the last couple years have been rough, but I always
knew in the back of my mind that we'd get through this period and our kids
certainly make it seem all worth while.  Hey, if we're going to eat the salads
that I've made, can I borrow one of your cigarettes?"

   "Oh sure baby."  She answered as she stuck her cigarette in her mouth and
pulled a fresh one out of the pack for me.  Then she flicked her lighter and
lit my cigarette for me and before she pulled her cigarette from her lips, she
sucked in a nice drag and inhaled fairly deeply.  "Jim, you have no idea how
much I'm enjoying this."  She said.

   We sat down at the dining room table and started to eat our salads.
Honestly, I don't really remember actually eating.  I was much too distracted
by the sight of my wife's beautiful tits shimmering in the faint light of the
candles.  While we ate, we talked.  Not about anything in particular, but one
thing I remember is that Jill seemed totally relaxed and happy.  By the time
we finished eating, we had each drained our glasses of wine and I refilled
them for a relaxing after dinner drink.  Jill and I both lit fresh cigarettes
and I paid close attention to her style.  She didn't employ any of her
previous, sexy smoking techniques that used to drive me wild.  She almost
looked as if she were experimenting with each drag that she took.  Her inhales
were tentative at first, but as we made it to the bottom of our second glass
of wine, she was inhaling a little deeper and longer.  It was pretty clear to
me that she was enjoying each and every puff.  I know I enjoyed every drag
that I took.

   When we finished our wine and our cigarettes, she reached over and gently
grabbed my hand.  "Let's go upstairs lover."  She said with a seriously
seductive look on her face.

   When we entered our bedroom, I turned the lights on low, pulled back the
covers and propped a couple of pillows against the headboard and sat up,
waiting for Jill to join me.  My heart was beating so hard, it was almost as
if I were a teenager trying to fuck my girlfriend for the very first time.
Jill crawled onto the bed and made her way right between my legs.  While she
was still on all fours, we kissed.  God she tasted so good.  I concentrated
mostly on the kiss, but I instinctively raised my hands to capture her
dangling udders into the palm of my hands.  Her heavy and velvety soft tits
felt so wonderful.  She started to moan contentedly while we continued our
kiss.  Her breathing quickened and I began to sense her nipples stiffening in
my palms.  I savored this delightful feeling as it had been such a long time
since I had enjoyed the sensation of my wife getting totally turned on.  Then,
Jill suddenly broke off our kiss and said, "Darling, that feels so nice.  I
know I'm not ready to smoke during sex, but I'd love it if you'd let me smoke
another cigarette while you play with my tits."

   I answered an enthusiastic "Of course my love."

   She turned around and sat between my legs with her back against my chest.
I slouched a little so that she could feel how hard my cock was against her
back and she reached over to the nightstand and fired up a cigarette.  As soon
as she was ready, I reached around her and began to squeeze her cushy melons,
just like old times.  She took her deepest drag of the evening and I could
feel her chest rise as she inhaled deeply.  She began to exhale immediately,
but then she decided she was going to talk dirty while she smoked.  "Oooohhh
Baby.  That's it.  Squeeze momma's titties.  Ooooohhhh I like that.  Yea
that's it.  Make my nipples all hard."

   She paused to hit her cigarette again.  Then, she did her first talking
exhale of the night.  "That's it.  Oh yea.  Make my nipples so hard.  Make
them suckable.  When I'm done with this cigarette, I'm going to want you to
suck my nipples just like a baby.  Oooooo shiiiiittt you're hands fell so
good.  God, my pussy is getting real wet.  Are you going to fuck my pussy when
I'm done with this smoke?"

   I answered breathily, "Damn right.  You are such a hot smoking women, I'm
going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

   "Oh Jim.  I want you to fuck me so bad.  Keep squeezing my titties.
Ooooohhhh harder baby.  Tug my nipples.  I want to feel how hard you can make
my nipples.  Oh yea.  Oh yea.  That's it.  Oh Jimmy.  God your hands feel so
fucking good."

   She sucked down another impressive drag and now her cigarette was over half
gone.  "Jimmy, I want you to fuck me with this gown on.  I just love it.  It
makes me feel so sexy."

   "Jill Baby, I'm glad you like it and let me tell you, it sure makes you
look sexy."

   As soon as she snuffed the cigarette out in the ashtray, she was all over
me.  I hadn't even touched her pussy and it was so wet and slippery, I was
able to stuff my cock into it with ease.  Jill didn't wait for me to get into
any kind of fucking rhythm.  Right off the bat, she banged her pussy onto my
cock hard and fast.  I tried to reach up and capture her boobs, but they were
shaking too violently.  I laid back and let my lust crazed wife do all the
work.  God, she never looked so beautiful as she looked right now.  She was
moaning and panting and doing her little quiet screams that turned me on so.
I knew I wasn't going to last long, but I didn't have to.  I could tell by the
look on her face and the muscle spasms deep within her womb that Jill was
being wracked by one massive orgasm after another.

   Moments after I shot my, long over due, load, Jill simply collapsed onto my
chest.  In silence, we hugged for a few minutes and every few seconds, Jill's
body trembled with residual little orgasms while she slowly regained control
of her senses.  While my, now limp, cock was still wedged deep into her cunt,
our lips met in a very tender and passionate kiss.  When our lips finally
parted, Jill took a deep breath and rolled over to my side.  She whispered,
"Jim, thank you darling.  That was so wonderful.  Let's smoke."

Chapter 17  (Part 3)

   The next morning (Wednesday) I got up at 6:00 and by 6:50 I was ready to
leave for my business trip.  The house was totally quiet as I moved my bags
into the hall.  I stepped back into the bedroom on the off chance that maybe
Jill would be awake and I could kiss her goodbye.  I glanced down at my
gorgeous spouse and she was sleeping so soundly and peacefully, I decided not
to wake her.  I noticed the pack of Capri's sitting on the nightstand.  I
picked it up and pressed it between my fingers.  It felt like there were maybe
eight cigarettes left and, even though I wanted to smoke one, I decided that
I'd pick up my own pack at the airport and leave the rest of this pack for
Jill.  The airport limo service showed up promptly at 7:00 and I was off to
Dallas.

   On the flight down, I read an article about Jamaica in the airline
magazine.  It rekindled old memories and got me thinking about another little
plan.  But, by the time the plane landed I had stopped daydreaming about long,
leisurely walks on the beach.  My mind was now focused on work ahead.

   The day was long, but productive.  It ended with a nice group dinner and I
didn't get into my hotel room until 8:45.  I immediately lit a Marlboro, only
my sixth of the day, and called Jill.

   I expected that we would talk about last night.  Instead, I talked about my
day for maybe five minutes and then she told me all about her day.  Halfway
through the conversation, I sensed a calmness, almost happiness in her voice.
She had signed up Gwen for a play group that started tomorrow and she seemed
genuinely excited about the prospect of meeting other moms in her same
situation.  We must have talked for a half hour and during our conversation,
there were a couple of distinct moments where it sounded as if she were
lighting and dragging on a cigarette.  I decided to say nothing.  I figured if
she wanted to talk about starting smoking again, then we'd talk.  Otherwise, I
wasn't going to pressure her into doing anything she didn't want to do.  Once
we hung up, I got busy.  I needed to make a couple phone calls and get on the
internet.

   Thursday was a little more stressful than Wednesday.  The meetings were
less formal and more intense.  We were there to hammer out production sharing
agreements between two competitors and the polite formalities of the day
before had now deteriorated into more predictable competitive posturing.  When
the day was done however, we had made progress on many issues and I felt
confident that we would wrap up our work on time the next day.  Once again, I
made it into my room just before 9:00 and called Jill right away.

   The conversation went about the same as the night before.  Once again, I
noticed more excitement, more happiness in Jill's voice.  She had taken Gwen
to her play session in the morning and it went great.  Jill met a couple other
moms and she found out that she had so much in common with them, she was
confident that she had made some new friends.  I only talked about my day for
a few minutes.  I was content to just listen to my wife tell me about her day.
I was enjoying her renewed spirit.  And, I was cautiously optimistic that we
were accomplishing something of a breakthrough.  Twice during the conversation
I was certain that she was smoking, as was I.  But, once again, I decided not
to say anything.  I wanted this aspect of our life to pursue its own course.
I figured that we'd have ample time to talk about it when we were together
again tomorrow night.  Before we hung up, Jill told me that she'd have a
surprise for me when I got back in town tomorrow.  I spilled the beans a
little and told her that I too, had a surprise for her.  When we hung up, I
got back on the phone.  I still had a couple more calls to make before I could
ice my plans.

   Friday proved to be a long and discouraging day.  Our negotiations did not
go nearly as smoothly as I had hoped.  By mid-afternoon, it was obvious that
we would have to pick up the process again on Monday and I would have to be
back in Dallas.  When I stepped onto the plane at 5:00, I was exhausted.
Except for the fact that we sat on the runway for 45 minutes for no apparent
reason, the flight was smooth and I probably slept for an hour.  Normally, I
don't sleep on planes, but I needed this rest.  The plane landed in Chicago
around 8:30.  It was only a half hour late and there was a gentle rain falling
outside.  I glanced at my watch and figured if everything worked out with the
limo service, I'd be home in an hour.

   I stepped out of the jetway into the brightly lit terminal and didn't even
bother to look around.  I simply began to take the long walk to the limo pick
up door.  This was a walk that I had taken hundreds of times before and I
believed that tonight was not going to be any different than any other night.
I had just walked past the first of many gates when I felt a gentle tap on my
shoulder.  This startled me.  I stopped and turned and it took me a moment to
recognize Jill.  Her hair was nicely curled and she was wearing lots of
makeup.  Except for the coat that she wore, the only other pieces of clothing
that I could see were her 4 inch black pumps.  As soon as I got over my
surprise at seeing her, I dropped my bag and gave Jill a quick hug and a kiss.
"Darling, what a nice surprise.  I never would have guessed that I'd see you
in the airport.  What's the occasion?"

   She smiled at me and said, "We're the occasion.  Grandma is back home
watching the kids and you and I have the whole night all to ourselves."

   Now I was very happy that I had managed to sleep on the plane because I
realized that I was going to need a little energy for the rest of the evening.
I picked up my bag, held Jill around her waist then, we began the long walk
down the terminal corridor.  "Well what have you got planned for us tonight my
romantic little wife?"

   "Oh nothing wild.  I've just booked a suite across the street at the
Hilton.  I've already checked in and I figured we'd drop your stuff off in the
room and then I made reservations at the hotel restaurant for 9:15 so we have
a few minutes."  She replied.

   As soon as we stepped outside of the airport, despite the fact that it was
damp and misty, Jill said, let's have a quick cigarette before we walk over to
the hotel.  I pulled out a fresh pack of Marlboros that I had bought in the
Dallas terminal and Jill fished a cigarette out of her purse.  In the dim
light, I didn't realize that it wasn't a Capri.  I fired up my lighter and lit
both of our cigarettes.  Jill took a nice long drag and held in the inhale for
about 3 seconds.  I had hoped that I might see her do a double pump for the
first time in over two years, but, apparently she wasn't ready for that yet.
Still, it was so nice being able to watch her enjoy a cigarette in public
again.

   Jill had already checked us in and unpacked her overnight bag, so all I had
to do was drop off my luggage.  As soon as we stepped through the door into
our room, I flicked on the lights.  The room was real nice.  It had a big
screen TV in a small living room area.  There was a very plush leather sofa
and a coffee table facing the TV.  A matching easy chair was off to the left.
The drapes were pulled wide open and the fact that we were 10 floors up, gave
us a nice view of planes and the runway.  The room must have been well
insolated, because you couldn't hear a sound from outside.

   I helped Jill get out of her raincoat and paused to look her over.  She was
wearing a dark gray suit with a matching skirt and jacket.  The collarless
jacket had four buttons in the front that closed the jacket almost to her
neck.  It was a fairly form fitting jacket and it did a nice job of subtly
showing off her curves.  Under the jacket was a white turtleneck sweater.  Due
to the elevation of her tits, it looked as if she was wearing a bra.  Now,
from my point of view, that was the only negative aspect of this outfit.
"Darling, you look fabulous.  When did you have time to shop for that new
suit?"  I asked.

   "Honey, this outfit isn't new.  You just probably don't remember this suit
because I bought it just before I got pregnant with Gwen.  All I did was
adjust the hemline a little with my sewing machine."  She answered.

   Now I remembered the suit.  By "Adjust the hemline a little" she meant that
she had raised the skirt at least six inches.  Now the skirt fit her like a
glove and only came down to mid-thigh.  God, she looked so sexy as she sat
down on the sofa, with her legs crossed while she lit another cigarette.  I
sat next to her and lit one of my own.  This time, I noticed that she actually
took a medium strength double pump.  Yet, her exhale seemed a little denser
than what I remembered with her Capri's.  With her legs crossed, out of the
corner of my eye, I could make out the top elastic band around her nylons and
realized that she was wearing garters.  "God she's suddenly become so sexy."
I thought as my heartbeat quickened a little in anticipation for what the
night might have in store.

   As soon as we finished our cigarettes, Jill said, "It's getting late.  I'm
starving.  So, we better get down to the restaurant."

   After a quick elevator ride down to the lobby and a leisurely walk through
the lobby, we arrived at the door of the restaurant.  The place was fairly
busy, but, within a few minutes we were seated at a nice table along the back
wall of the restaurant.  The lighting was subdued, which made the setting more
romantic.  After we gave the waiter our drink order, Jill pulled her pack of
cigarettes out of her purse.  I immediately noticed that they weren't Capri
120's, they were Salem 100's.  While I fired up my lighter to light our
cigarettes, I asked Jill, "Darling, you've switched brands.  How come no
Capri's?"

   After taking a nice long cheek hallowing drag, she sucked the smoke deep
into her lungs, then said with a perfect talking exhale, "Jim, on Wednesday
morning I didn't smoke any cigarettes until after I had put the kids down for
their morning nap.  So as I was sitting at the dining room table, I was paging
through my latest Cosmo and I noticed an ad for Capri's.  I didn't pay much
attention to it, but then, about 10 pages later, I saw an ad for Salems.  The
ad also included a $3.00 off coupon.  I started to compare the ads and noticed
that the Salems had about a 30% higher nicotine count than the Capri's."

   She paused to take another nice big drag.  Then she continued, "So I got to
thinking, I didn't want to smoke around my kids and, if I went back to my two
pack-a-day habit, I'd have to.  But, after Tuesday night, I really want to get
back to the point where we can smoke during sex.  Don't you want the same
thing?  I know I've missed it terribly."

   "Oh yea Jill.  That's precisely what I want."  I replied sincerely.

   She went on after inhaling another drag, "Well, I figured if I only smoke a
pack-a-day of Capri's, I won't have to smoke around the kids, but I also
probably won't ever get to the point where we can enjoy cigarettes while we
make love.  So, my theory is that if I practice enough and get used to smoking
the Salem's during the day, the higher nicotine level will let me go a couple
hours between cigarettes.  Which, should be enough time to avoid smoking when
I'm around the kids, but, because the Salem's are stronger than the Capri's,
maybe I can still smoke the Capri's at night, before and during sex.  That
way, I'm not smoking more.  I'm just smoking better.  Anyway, that afternoon I
bundled up the kids and we went to Osco's where I bought a carton of Salem's
and a carton of Capri's.  I was going to buy you a carton of Marlboro's, but I
wasn't sure if that was what you wanted to smoke."

   I paused to take a hit off my Marlboro and said, "Oh that's ok Jill.  As a
matter of fact, when I was in Dallas, I bummed a Camel filter off of a guy and
I really liked it.  So I think after I'm done with this pack, I may try a
carton.  By the way, I think your plan's a good one.  And, one thing I've
noticed while we've been sitting here is that it seems like your exhales are a
little denser or richer with the Salem's."

   "Is that a good thing?"  She asked back.

   "Oh God yes.  You know, in certain lighting, a nice dense exhale takes on
an almost rich, creamy look.  I find it very interesting and extremely sexy."
I replied.

   "Well then, that's an added bonus.  So, I think I'll keep practicing with
the Salem's tonight.  But, just to be on the safe side, I also have a pack of
Capri's in my purse."  She said.

   After we finished our first cigarette, I stood and said, "You know Jill,
it's a little warm in here.  I think I'm going to take off my jacket."

   She said, "You know, it is warm in here.  That's a good idea."

   Jill stood with her back facing me and after she unbuttoned her jacket, I
helped her take it off and placed it over the back of her chair.  When she
turned back to face me, I was rendered momentarily speechless.  She was not
wearing any normal turtleneck.  This one had a nice big triangular shaped cut
out of the front.  The thin sweater clung to her chest so tightly that it
actually came all the way up under each boob.  It looked like a band of
material straining to support each of her heavy jugs.  From the side, you
could make out a detailed profile of each tit and, the broad opening was cut
so low that if it were another inch lower, both of her nipples would have
easily popped free.  Her tits were unsupported enough so that they drooped
about half way down to their normal position, but the sweater gave her just
enough support so that her tits were suspended in mid air.  It was almost as
if they were placed on a platter for my viewing pleasure.  The sides of the
sweater were tight enough so that her boobs were pressed firmly together,
creating about a 6 inch deep valley of cleavage.  The upper halves of her
boobs were so perfectly framed, I had to fight off an overwhelming urge to
reach up and grab a handful fluffy tit.

   I gasped, and then as soon as I recovered, I said, "Jill, now I know that
you went shopping because I certainly would have remembered this sweater.  I
think it's the sexiest thing you've ever bought."

   Once we were reseated across the table from each other, Jill looked at me
with a devilish look in her eyes and replied, "Honestly Jim.  There's no way I
could go cloths shopping while dragging along two crying babies.  Here's what
I did.  I had bought this sweater when I bought the suit.  So, I wanted to
wear it because it was such a perfect match.  Well, when I tried it on it was
way too tight, especially across my boobs.  I could hardly breath.  I also
thought it looked a little too boring, so I made a few cuts.  Then I tried it
on and made a few more cuts.  Finally, I settled on this look.  But the
material was so stretched out, I needed to reinforce the area under my boobs
and across the front.  So basically, you're looking at the results of a
scissors happy wife and about $2.00 worth of elastic.  What do you think?

   "I think you're in the wrong business.  You should be a fashion designer.
I can't believe how sexy you've made a simple turtleneck sweater."  I replied.

   For the next half hour, we smoked two more cigarettes while we nursed our
drinks and waited on our meals.  It became very obvious that Jill had not only
been practicing getting used to the Salem's, she had also practiced all of her
old sexy smoking techniques.  Between her smoking and the outrageously sexy
sweater that she was wearing, my attention was helplessly transfixed on her.
During those very brief moments that I was able to pry my eyes away from Jill,
I noticed that every guy within eyesight was staring at my lovely wife.  The
effect only served to elevate my desire for this beautiful creature sitting
across from me.  Just before our meal was served, she leaned towards me and
reached for my hand.  Her tits were gently mashed into the table and for a
moment, I thought one of her nipples might just pop free.  As she held my
hand, she looked into my eyes and said quietly, "Jim, I've been wanting to
tell you something about the other night."

   I foolishly interrupted her.  "I know dear.  It was very special for you
and it was very special for me."

   Ignoring my rudeness, she continued.  "Yes.  It was special.  But, not
because we had great sex, what made it special for me was for the first time
in what seems like forever, I felt like a real women.  For a brief moment I
was no longer just a mom who's only role in life was to tend to her children.
I felt independent.  I felt desired.  For so long, I felt like you no longer
found me attractive and I certainly didn't feel attractive.  What you proved
to me in just one special night was that I was still a woman.  I was still
desirable and most importantly, you still desired me.  Jim, I just can't thank
you enough for that.  I love you so much.  I'm never going to let our
relationship digress back to that level."

   All I could do was lean over and give her a very nice and passionate kiss.

   Not thirty seconds after our lips parted, our food was served and the topic
of our conversation changed to lighter matters.  Still, I was glad that Jill
felt the way she did and that she was able to communicate her feelings to me.
I loved her so much.  I decided I would wait until we were done eating before
I would tell her about my surprise.

   Once we finished eating and Jill and I had both lit after dinner
cigarettes, I leaned closer to Jill and said, "Honey, don't make any plans for
the last week of October."

   Jill immediately tuned into the fact that I was about to tell her about the
surprise I had hinted at last night.  She finished inhaling the drag that she
had just taken and then said anxiously, "Why Baby?  What's happening the last
week of October?"

   I quickly spilled the beans.  "Well Darling, you know that surprise I told
you about last night?  Well here it is.  We're going back to Jamaica for a
week."

   Her response was priceless.  She started jumping a little in her seat.  "Oh
my God!  Really?  How can we possibly do this?  Are we really going to go?
For a whole week?  Are we taking the kids too?"

   I cut her off.  "Jill, calm down.  Ok, here's what's happening.  We're not
going to take the kids.  I had a couple long conversations with your mom and
dad and we've worked out all the details.  They're going to watch the kids."

   Jill hit her cigarette again, inhaled deeply, then said, "God, I'm shocked.
I can't believe this.  I'm surprised my mom said yes.  And, this does not seem
like something my dad would want to do."

   I replied, "Honey, I think you underestimate your parents.  They seemed
thrilled.  In fact, I think if we were to cancel these plans for some reason,
their feelings would be hurt."

   Jill rested her half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray and then reached both
hands across the table to hold mine.  In the process, she squished her boobs
together between her arms.  The view was awesome.  "Jim, you are such a
sweetie.  I can't believe you thought of this all by yourself.  You are
turning into such a romantic guy.  Tell me all about the plans.  Which resort
are we going to stay at?"

   "Well Jill, I checked both of the resorts that we've stayed at and neither
had the kind of rooming options that I was looking for.  So I got on line and
found a third alternative.  It doesn't sound quite as plush as the other two,
but, I think we'll have a good time anyway."  I answered.

   Jill picked up her cigarette, took a final drag and then anxiously asked,
"Does it have a pool, how about a nightclub?  What's the beach like?  Is it
couples only?"

   I reassured her, "It looks like it has a very nice pool.  The nightclub and
restaurant are all in one.  The beach looks beautiful in the web-site pictures
and yes, it is couples only."

   Then she asked with a concerned look on her face, "What's wrong with it?
Does it have a swimsuit optional beach?"

   I sat back and took a long drag from my Marlboro, "Actually Jill, it
doesn't have a swimsuit optional beach."

   Jill interrupted me.  "Oh Jim, that bums me out.  God, the best part about
Jamaica is being able to get an all over tan."

   "Darling the reason the resort has no swimsuit optional beach is because
it's a nudist resort."

   Jill looked at me kind of funny, "You mean no swimsuits, no cloths, all the
time, totally naked?"

   "That's what I mean Darling.  Totally naked, all the time."  I said.

   "Oh excellent.  That's even better.  This is going to be so much fun."  She
said enthusiastically.  Then she added, "Darling, I'm curious.  Were the other
two resorts sold out?  You said they didn't have the rooming options available
that you were looking for."

   I took another drag on my cigarette.  Jill leaned closer to me so that I
could light a fresh cigarette for her.  Then I answered, "Yea, I wanted
adjoining rooms with an ocean view."

   "Why do we need adjoining rooms?"  She asked with a puzzled look on her
face.

   I replied, "We need adjoining rooms because Heather and Scott are going
with us."

   Once again she was literally bouncing in her seat with enthusiasm.  "You're
kidding right?  Heather and Scott are going with us?  Who's going to watch
their kids?"

   "Scott's mom is going to watch their two kids.  We're going to fly first
class together and the four of us will be able to spend a whole week together
without having to worry about jobs or kids or anything."  I assured her.

   A worried look came over her face.  "Jim, did you tell them that we're
going to a nudist resort?  I know Heather likes to sunbathe topless, but, I
can't imagine they'd like to spend a whole week with no cloths on."

   "O contraire my sexy bride.  I talked to both of them at length and they
seem genuinely thrilled with the idea.  In fact, Heather helped me put these
plans together by making the actual reservations and Scott kicked in some
frequent flyer miles so that we could all upgrade to first class."  Jill had a
big smile on her face as I answered her question.

   She took another heavy drag on her Salem 100 and then leaned across the
table, "Come here lover.  I want to give you another kiss."

   This time, when our lips parted, my eyes immediately glanced down at her
dangling boobs and I noticed that her left nipple actually had popped free.
Jill obviously felt this and quickly tugged her sweater back over the exposed
teat.  Still, that ever so brief, glimpse of her hard nipple had me wishing
that we were done with dinner and back in our room.

   A half hour later, I got my wish.  As we locked the door behind us, I
grabbed my gorgeous wife and held her close to me.  The feel of her pillowy
soft tits crushed against my chest was heavenly.  We kissed deeply for a
couple minutes, then, Jill asked me to pour out the rest of the wine and
select an appropriate movie while she changed out of her suit.

   Not having any pajamas with me, I decided to strip down naked.  I poured
the wine and then began to peruse the selections of in room movies.  I decided
on a soft porn spoof of office sex called "Business Meetings".  The movie was
just coming on screen when Jill appeared from the bedroom wearing the gown
that I had given her a few nights before.  She looked better than ever.  Her
deliciously bare boobs looked so spectacular as they bounced gently against
her chest.  The Capri 120 that dangled from her lips completed the cock
hardening look.  She snuggled in next to me and we proceeded to smoke a couple
cigarettes, drink our wine and engage in a little light petting while we made
a feeble attempt at watching the movie.

   A half hour later, my wife was laying across my lap, our lips locked in a
deep tongue kiss.  She was rapidly stroking my rock hard cock and I had two
fingers buried in her sopping wet pussy.  I figured we were only a couple
minutes away from another cigarette break and then we'd be banging each other
silly when the phone suddenly rang.  It rang two more times before Jill had
gathered herself enough to answer it.

   "Hello."

   "Hi mom...Oh nothing really...No we're still up...Oh no, the poor dear...Oh
you must be exhausted."  She held her hand over the phone and said to me,
"Jim, apparently Freddy's ear infection has flared up again.  Mom says he has
been crying all night and she can't get him to sleep."

   "Tell her we'll be home in 45 minutes."  I said in support.

   "Are you sure that's ok?"  Jill asked.  The motherly look on her face
making it obvious that she hoped I would say "Yes".

   "Absolutely Darling.  Your mother needs a break and our place is with our
sick kid.  We can pick up where we left off later."

   She gave me a quick peck on the lips and then resumed talking to her
mother.  "Mom, we'll be home in about 45 minutes...No, it's
ok...Really...Don't worry, we'll see you in a little bit...Bye."

   We dressed and packed quickly.  I put my suit back on and Jill slipped into
the sweat suit that she had apparently planned to wear home the next morning.
We didn't say much on the drive home.  I could tell that Jill was worried.
She nervously smoked three more Capri's by the time we pulled into our
driveway.  As luck would have it, little Fred had calmed down and was actually
sleeping by the time Jill's mom greeted us at the door.  I could tell that
both moms were tremendously relieved.  We sat up and talked to Jill's mom for
maybe the next half hour and it was about 1:00am when we finally headed back
to our respective bedrooms.

   Within minutes Jill and I were naked.  But, because she had not smoked in
front of her mom, Jill wanted another cigarette.  This time, she smoked a
Salem while I gently massaged her tits.  By the time she was half done with
the cigarette, her mind was no longer on her smoking and she was taking some
really nice long drags on the stronger cigarette and inhaling them as if she
were smoking a Capri.  My cock responded accordingly and I couldn't wait to
bury it into her, once again, hot, wet pussy.

   The next day, I skipped golf as I had promised and Jill went shopping with
her mother.  I had expected her to come home with two or three new bras.
Instead, she had taken advantage of some end of season sales and came home
with some tee shirts, halters and short sets.  I was silently delighted,
hoping that maybe her ugly bra phase was soon to be a thing of the past.

Chapter 18  (Part 3)

   I had assumed that the six weeks that we had to wait before our trip would
drag by slowly.  Instead, they seemed to fly by quickly.  I'm convinced that
the reason for this was the dramatic improvement in Jill's day to day outlook.
I'm sure my attitude improved noticeably as well.  Maybe it was just my
imagination, but our kids seemed happier and more content as well.  It could
have just been the fact that they were a little bit older and a little bit
easier to manage, but, I like to think that the fact that our generally
happier household had a positive impact on them as well.

   Jill eventually did by a couple new bras.  And, I assumed she wore them
during the day, but, by the time I got home from work every night, the bras
were off and Jill never had to complain to me about pinching or pulling or
straps that cut into her shoulders.  Jill began to wear makeup almost every
day.  The casual cloths that she wore never approached the consistently sexy
levels of when we were single, but, she began to wear form fitting sweaters
and tight blue jeans and short little dresses.  She had rediscovered the fact
that she was a desirable woman and, at least when I was home, the cloths that
she wore showcased her beauty nicely.

   Jill's plan for managing her smoking habit worked almost as she had
planned.  During that first weekend, she never smoked around the kids.  But
then, she was just rebuilding her tolerance for nicotine.  Within two weeks
her habit had improved to the point where she was smoking a pack of Salem's
and a half a pack of Capri's a day.  One of the things that made it easier for
Jill to improve her smoking levels quickly was the fact that 3 of the other 5
women in her every Tuesday and Thursday play group also smoked.  When the
women got together for their 3 hour sessions, the women pretty much sat around
the table, chatted and chain smoked.  During these sessions, Jill had no
qualms about smoking in front of her kids.  But, when she returned home, she'd
religiously try to avoid smoking when the kids were up.

   The daily routine that Jill settled into began with two or three cigarettes
in the morning before the kids woke up.  Then, she'd go a couple hours without
a smoke and then smoke 5 or six cigarettes when they took their morning nap.
After lunch, the kids usually played quietly for an hour or so and Jill would
be able to smoke three or four cigarettes in the kitchen while they played.
When the kids settled down for their long afternoon naps, Jill would get in as
many as seven cigarettes over a two plus hour period.  The toughest period of
the day for her was always the 5:00 until they went to bed at 9:00 stint.
Jill would have to sneak in an occasional cigarette until they were asleep.
Then, from 9:00 until we went to bed she would freely smoke her Capri's.

   By the beginning of the third week, we were back into our old ways of
smoking before, during, and after sex.  We were both overjoyed.  Our love life
was finally half way back to where it once was.  The reason why I say "Half
way" is because we never had enough time or energy to have sex in the morning.
But, I wasn't complaining at all.

   The one minor glitch in Jill's plan was probably a result of the way that
she binge smoked during key periods of the day.  Just as Jill had predicted,
the higher nicotine levels delivered by the Salem's helped her hold off
between cigarettes for a couple hours.  But, after a couple hours her nicotine
cravings would kick in.  Because her body now needed the higher levels of
nicotine, the cravings were stronger than any cravings she had previously
experienced with the Capri's.  After about two and a half hours, she would
have to have a cigarette, regardless of what the kids were doing.  She would
light up and wolf the cigarette down, trying to smoke it as quickly as
possible and provide her body with the nicotine that it now had to have.

We never really talked about this, but I know it bothered her.  Still, she
resolved herself that this was simply an aspect of her habit that she would
have to live with.

   As we got closer to our Jamaica vacation, Jill began to smoke a little more
frequently around the kids.  Probably the most memorable time that I remember
occurred a couple days before we left on our trip.  Jill had been shopping
on-line for a few outfits that she thought she would need for our trip.  I
reminded her that we were going to a nudist resort, but she assured me that we
would probably leave the resort at times for dinners and sight seeing and she
would need new cloths for these occasions.  I kept my mouth shut and let her
buy what she wanted.

   I think it was the Tuesday before we left.  I got home from work around
6:30.  We ate and then we played with the kids until 8:30.  Jill had smoked a
quick cigarette while cleaning up the dishes, but then she hadn't smoked for
the next two hours.  About 10 minutes to 9:00, I told her that I would put the
kids to bed.  She thought that was a great idea because she had gotten a
package earlier in the day from an on-line lingerie shop and she wanted to
show me some new pajamas that she had bought for the trip.

   While I washed up the kids and got them in their pajama's, Jill changed
into her new outfit.  Jill must have thought that I was going to just pop them
into bed.  But, as I dressed Gwen, she started pestering me to have mommy read
her a story.  I gave in and promised her that mommy would.  When I walked
downstairs with both kids in my arms, Jill was sitting on the couch.  She had
just lit a cigarette only moments before and Gwen immediately leaped from my
arms and grabbed her favorite Cat In The Hat book.  Then raced over to Jill.
While Gwen kept repeating "Mommy read.  Mommy read."  Jill looked up at me as
if to say "Thanks a lot Hun."

   I shrugged my shoulders and said "Sorry Honey.  I owe you."  Then, I
lowered Fred onto her lap and noticed that she was wearing an incredibly sexy
little silk top and bottom.  The bottoms were loose  fitting little short tap
pants and the top was a little camisole that draped loosely over her tits and
was held closed by only a single little ribbon tie at the neck.  While Fred
sucked contentedly on his bottle, Jill adjusted his head between her tits and
adjusted the top to make sure that she was not falling out of it.  Gwen
plopped down on Jill's left side and Jill put her left arm around her
shoulder, drawing Gwen tightly against her left boob.  Jill opened the book,
but before she started reading, she reached over to the end table and grabbed
her gently burning cigarette from the ashtray.  She took a nice double pump on
the Salem and inhaled deeply, then she began to read.

   I sat in the easy chair, opposite the couch and just watched.  Little wisps
of smoke flowed continuously from Jill's mouth while she read the first two
pages.  Then she paused to take another drag and repeated the same talking
exhale.  By the time she had read maybe six pages, both Gwen and Fred looked
like they were in a trance.  Gwen was resting her head gently against the soft
upper portion of Jill's left tit and sucking her thumb.  Fred held his bottle
with his left hand and occasionally sucked on it while he stared at the book.
He had worked his right hand up and under the flap of Jill's camisole and was
actually stroking and squeezing her, now hard, right nipple as if it were his
security blanket.  Jill managed to ignore his innocent manipulation of her
teat and finished her cigarette while she read the book.  The whole scene was
so peaceful and loving.  I committed it to my memory because I doubted if I
would ever see something like this again.

   By the time Jill had finished the book, both kids were sound asleep and we
each carried a kid up to their bedrooms.  As soon as Jill and I got back
downstairs, I apologized to her again while she lit another cigarette and
then, she forgave me with a nice, wet, smokey kiss.  I raved over how sexy she
looked in her new pajamas and for the next half hour, she modeled all the
other outfits that she had bought for me.  These were the sexiest cloths that
she had bought in years and by the time she peeled off the last outfit, my
cock was throbbing with desire.  An hour later, we were both asleep after yet
another night of exceedingly great smoking and sex.

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