Proposition for Jill, Part 4

Proposition for Jill
Part 4 of 4

Chapter 19  (Part 4)

   Our plane to Jamaica had been in the air about two hours, which meant that
Jill and I had smoked our last cigarettes about three hours ago.  I was
beginning to crave a cigarette and I was no longer paying much attention to
the articles that I was sort of reading in the airline magazine.  I stuffed
the magazine in the pocket in front of me and glanced around the first class
cabinet.  Our meal service had been finished for at least a half hour and now
the cabin was quiet.  I glanced across the aisle to my right and noticed
Heather's head resting softly against Scott's arm.  Both of them were sleeping
soundly.  They had had to get up at 3:30 in the morning to meet us at the
airport and make this 8:30 flight.  Jill and I had the relative luxury of
being able to sleep in until 6:00, so we weren't quite so tired.  I looked to
my left and saw Jill gazing absent mindedly out the window.  She always liked
sitting next to the window and I always liked aisle seats, so we never had any
issues when boarding an airplane.  My gaze shifted downward and I focused on
her right tit.  Her right arm was resting across her lap and her boob was
resting gently on the arm.  For our little ride to the airport and while we
were in the terminal, Jill had worn a lightweight, dark blue, windbreaker
jacket and a denim mini-skirt.  Once we were airborne, however, Jill turned
off her air conditioner control (She always hates the steady breeze that these
things blow at your head.).  Once we reached cruising altitude, we left the
low clouds that were creating a rather dreary day in Chicago and now the sun
shown brightly through Jill's window.  The temperature in her seat rose
quickly and just before breakfast was served, Jill removed her jacket.  Under
her jacket, Jill wore a thin white, tank top style tee shirt.  The top had a
wide and very low cut collar line in front and the armholes were equally large
and extended half way down her sides.  The top was inappropriate for O'Hare
airport, but totally appropriate for our island destination.  Now Jill was
showing ample amounts of velvety white titflesh on the front and sides of this
loose fitting top.

   I glanced at my watch.  We still had about an hour and a half left in the
air.  I looked around the cabin again trying to take my mind off of my
cigarette cravings and Jill's luscious boob resting only inches from my arm.
Nothing had changed in the cabin since the last time that I had looked around
which was only about a minute earlier.

   I turned my head and while Jill continued to stare out the window, I
focused more clearly on her tits.  God, they looked so soft and inviting.  My
air conditioning outlet was still opened to the max and the cooling breeze
from my unit, kept Jill's right nipple semi erect.  The resulting bump in the
front of her shirt looked so suckable.  In the deep recesses of my mind, I was
still slightly envious of my little Fred who had only so recently been able to
enjoy hundreds of hours of suckling pleasure at Jill's teats.  Even though I
had had the extreme pleasure of maybe 40 opportunities to play with Jill's
tits in the last 6 weeks, I still felt like I hadn't made up for lost time.

   I forced myself to look up at Jill's face.  She looked preoccupied.  She
was rapidly chewing her third piece of gum on the flight.  No doubt, her
cigarette cravings were kicking in every bit as strongly as mine were.  I
began to imagine how beautiful she was going to look when she first stepped
outside of the airport and was finally free to light up a cigarette and begin
replenishing the nicotine that her body now desperately craved.  But, I soon
weakened again and focused my gaze back on her right tit.  God, how I yearned
to feel her soft pliable pillow pressed into my hand.  I wanted to move and
caress and squeeze and fondle her big drooping udder.  I craved the sensation
of her nipple elongating and stiffening against the palm of my hand.  Once
more I glanced around and realized that we were as private and safe and
isolated as you could possibly be in the first class cabin of an airplane.

   I reached my left arm around Jill's shoulder, startling her out of her
semi-trance.  She immediately looked at me and I said, "We should be landing
in about an hour and a half.  That means in less than three hours we'll be
relaxing naked on a beautiful sun drenched beach."

   "Oh Jim, That sounds so nice.  I can hardly wait."  She replied wistfully.

   "Yea Baby.  Me too.  Kiss me."  I asked.

   Jill leaned toward me and our lips met in a nice, but not overly passionate
kiss.  I took advantage of the situation to reach up and envelop her big soft
jug in my right hand.  Oh God it felt so good.  I squeezed her boob slightly
and began to sense the beginnings of a more intense nipple erection poking
into my palm.  Jill moaned quietly while we continued to stroke each other's
tongues.  Then suddenly, she pulled her lips away from mine.  "Please don't do
that."  She asked with mild firmness.

   I replied as I pulled my hand off of her tit, "Ok Darling.  But, I'm
surprised.  I thought you liked my impromptu little breast massages?"

   She leaned closer to me and answered, "Oh I do baby.  It's just that when
you were squeezing my boob it made me want a cigarette even more than I
already did.  God, I wish I could smoke right now.  I can't wait until we
land."

   I said, "You know Jill, one of the things that is really going to get my
fires burning will be watching you and Heather light up and frantically smoke
that first cigarette when we land."

   "But Jim, aren't you going to be lighting up too.  You must be having some
mean nicotine cravings right about now."

   "Yea, I am.  And, I will be lighting up right away, but my eyes will be
focussed on you girls."  I replied.

   "God you're a sick man."  Jill said with a hint of disgust to her voice.

   I added, "I know I am and I know you love the effect your smoking has on
me."

   "Ok.  I admit it.  You're right.  I get a big kick out of being able to
turn you on just by smoking a cigarette."  She answered with a wicked little
smile on her face.

   "Hey baby?"  I asked

   "What darling?"  Jill responded.

   "Speaking of smoking, I noticed that you've been smoking a little more
frequently around the kids."  I said before Jill interrupted me.

   "Yea I know.  I'm not happy about it.  I don't want to be a bad mother.
It's just that sometimes I really need a cigarette and I can't help myself."
She volunteered.

   I quickly replied, "Hey Jill, let me tell you how I feel.  I don't think
there is anything wrong with smoking an occasional cigarette around the kids.
They're perfectly healthy and it won't hurt them a bit.  Besides, I think
you're an outstanding mother to our kids.  You're there 24 - 7 for them and
your doing a fabulous job of raising them.  And look, if you need a cigarette,
then by all means, smoke a cigarette.  You don't have a thing to feel guilty
about and it certainly doesn't mean you're being a bad mother.  Shit, millions
of mothers smoke around their kids and don't three of the other mothers in
Gwen's play group also smoke?  I'm sure that they're good mothers."

   "Yea they do.  And, you know what, they are good mothers.  Jim, I wish we
had talked about this a few weeks ago.  I was concerned about what you were
thinking and, I really appreciate what you've just said.  You're such a sweet
husband.  I just love you to death."  She answered.

   "Jill, I love you too baby.  You just keep doing what you're doing.  Don't
worry about silly little things like this, or what other people might think.
Hey, I got another hypothetical question for you?"  I asked.

   "What's that darling?"

   "Well, let's just imagine for a minute that you keep smoking for the next
fifteen years or so."  I began.

   "God, I hope I quit sooner than that."  She said, cutting me off.

   "I know.  But, let's just say that you don't quit."  I continued.

   "Ok."  She said.

   "Ok, so now Gwen's a teenager.  How will you react if she comes up to you
and says that she wants to start smoking?  Or, what if you catch her stealing
cigarettes from you and sneaking around trying to smoke?"  I probed.

   Jill looked up at the ceiling of the cabin and breathed in a big sigh.  "Oh
God, I've never thought about that."

   "Well, think about it.  I mean it very much could happen."  I said,
pressing my point.

   "Yea, I know.  You're right.  It could happen.  Well,"  She paused, then
continued.  "Well first of all, I pray to God that she doesn't think about
starting smoking until she's 16 or 17.  I think it's terrible for young girls
to start smoking any earlier than that."  She said as she continued to collect
her thoughts.

   "I agree.  Go on."  I said, urging her forward.

   "Well, I won't be a hypocrite.  I'll sit her down and we'll discuss all the
pro's and con's associated with smoking.  Then, if she still decides that she
wants to start, I'll teach her how to do it the right way, just like Heather
taught me."

   "Heather taught you?"  I asked, faking my ignorance.

   "Yea she did.  Right after I started smoking, Heather and I had a long talk
and she told me about all the little techniques and style points that women
should do to smoke the right way.  In other words, how to smoke with an
elegant, feminine style.  And, her lessons were right on, because I sure keep
your attention whenever I smoke around you, don't I?"  She asked with a little
devilish grin on her face.

   "Oh God yes."  I answered, then continued.  "I never realized that I owe
Heather a debt of gratitude."

   "Yea, you do, big time.  Anyway, If Gwen ever starts smoking around me,
she's going to have to do it right, or it will drive me crazy.  I've never
told you this, but it bugs me whenever I see a teenage girl smoking like a
guy.  It's just like this week, we'll probably see lots of young girls in
their teens and twenties that may have even been smoking for years, and
they'll be doing it all wrong.  The reason why that will bug me is that I'll
be thinking all the time, what a waste of good cigarettes."  She said this
with a certain passion in her voice.

   "Well what will you tell her?"  I asked, bringing her back on track.

   Jill replied, "Well I'm not going to tell you all the tricks of my trade.
But I will tell her that if she's going to smoke, she has to commit to smoking
at least a pack-a-day, or she'll never be able to do it right."

   "Ok.  Now what if she's sixteen and not working.  Will you buy her
cigarettes for her?"  I continued to probe.

   Jill paused for a second to think carefully about her answer.  "Yea.  I
guess I will.  I mean I'm not going to want her trying to steal my cigarettes
and sneak around my back.  But, I won't buy her more than a carton a week.
That's a pack and a half a day and I don't think teenage girls need to smoke
any more than that when they're that young.  I think, if she wants to smoke
more than that, she'll just have to get a job and pay for her cigarettes
herself."

   "Darling, I'm very proud of you.  That's a very well thought out and
enlightened response.  I think if you treat Gwen like that, you two will
always be very close.  God, you amaze me."  I said lovingly.

   Jill leaned closer to me and gently rested her right hand on my limp cock.
"You know what baby?  You make me so happy.  I love being your wife."

   Due to the fact that my balls hadn't been properly drained since two nights
ago, this little bit of attention that Jill was paying to my cock caused it to
stiffen quickly in her hand.  Jill subtly squeezed the shaft with her delicate
fingers.  "You know what dear?"  She whispered as she raised her head and
looked into my eyes.

   "What baby?"  I whispered back.

   "I think we're going to have to add about thirty minutes to your estimate
of when we'll be sunning on the beach.  I'm going to have to take care of this
little lump in your pants first, or you'll embarrass us both in public."  She
answered mischievously.

   I gave her a hug and chuckled, "You are right.  Baby you are so right."


 Chapter 20  (Part 4)

   As I imagined, the sight of Jill and Heather smoking their first cigarettes
in over four hours was awesome.  Both Scott and I also smoked our cigarettes.
Scott, the doctor, had finally taken up the habit about 6 months ago with
Heather's enthusiastic support.  He smoked Marlboro Lights and I never saw him
smoke more than a pack in a day, but it was nice to welcome him to the club.
During that first cigarette on the sidewalk outside of the Kingston airport,
the girls never stopped dragging on their cigarettes long enough to let their
lungs clean out.  It only took about two minutes for them to wolf down those
first cigarettes and both immediately lit a second smoke as soon as they
finished the first.  It was only after they had lit their second cigarettes
that we were able to walk the short distance to the rental car shuttle bus.

   Our drive to the resort took about a thirty minutes and was uneventful
except that we were all a little anxious to see what this untried resort was
going to be like.  As soon as we pulled into the complex, we were immediately
impressed by how beautiful and carefully maintained the landscaping was.
Scott and I dropped the girls off at the door to the lobby.  They grabbed all
four of our bags, which were understandably light.  Then, Scott and I drove
over to the parking lot while the girls checked in.

   The closest spot that we could find was maybe 100 yards from the lobby
entrance.  By the time we walked back to the lobby and looked through the
glass doors, the girls had apparently already finished checking in and were
nowhere to be seen.  As soon as we stepped into the nicely appointed and air
conditioned lobby, we were greeted warmly by the receptionist standing behind
the counter.  She was a very pretty, deeply tanned and totally naked, blond
girl, perhaps in her early twenties.  Off to the side of the lobby was a
small, but well stocked gift shop.  We were the only guests in the lobby, but
there were two tanned and naked lovelies in the gift shop looking over the
suntan lotion display.  The friendly receptionist said with a fairly strong
Jamaican accent, "Gentleman, your wives have already gone on to your rooms.
Here are your keys and here is a map of the complex that shows you where your
rooms are.  It's ok for you to wear your street cloths on your way to your
rooms, but out of courtesy to the other guests, we request that you refrain
from wearing normal clothing when you're outside of your room.  Thank you for
visiting us.  I hope you have a wonderful time."

   We thanked her and headed out the back doors that led to the rest of the
complex.  The path to our rooms took us past the massive pool and Jacuzzi
complex.  There were maybe 100 people either laying out on deeply cushioned
lounges or swimming in the pool.  All the guests were completely naked and for
every couple that you'd define as being over weight or unattractive, there
were at least 10 couples that you'd have to say were simply beautiful looking
people.  At least a third of the guests around the pool were smoking and I
noticed stand up ashtrays were located between each lounge chair.  I said to
Scott, "Well Doctor, it looks like smoking certainly won't be any problem
while we're here."  He quickly agreed.

   After we were past the pool area and our building was in sight, Scott
quietly said to me, "Jim old boy, I think this is going to be the most
fabulous vacation that we've ever taken.  This resort is simple, but beautiful
and I can't believe all the eye candy that is running around."

   I laughed at his dirty old man comment and nodded my head in agreement
while we walked up the single flight of stairs to our second floor rooms.  We
finally got to our respective doors which, were only three feet apart and I
said to Scott, "See you in a half hour."  Then I slipped the key, which was
attached to a long lanyard for wearing around your neck, into the door lock
and entered our room.

   As soon as the door closed behind me, I stepped into the living room and
looked around the place.  At this time of day, the room was brightly lit by
natural sunlight streaming through the sliding doors.  Off to my immediate
left was a small, but fully functional little efficiency kitchen.  Off to my
right was the door that led to Scott and Heather's room.  The bedroom door was
just past the kitchen on the left wall.  The furnishings in the room were
pleasant and seemed comfortable.  There was a large, beige, canvas covered
couch facing a 30 inch screen TV.  The TV sat on a large, wall sized, shelving
unit.  Surrounding the couch were two reclining chairs, a coffee table, two
end tables.  Just past the couch area was a small kitchen table surrounded by
4 matching chairs.  And, just past the table were two large sliding glass
doors that opened up to a deck that over looked the beach and ocean.  "This is
every bit as nice as I had hoped."  I thought.

   Jill called out to me from the bedroom.  "Darling, I'm in the bedroom
unpacking some things."

   I paused to peel off my golf shirt and light up a Camel.  Then I wandered
into the bedroom which didn't seem quite as bright as the living room, since
the sunlight was somewhat muted by the thin white cotton drapes that covered
the large picture window at the end of the room.  The first thing that I saw
was the king sized bed that I knew I'd be taking advantage of very shortly.
The next thing that I saw was Jill, standing topless in front of the mirror
that hung above a long low dresser that was placed against the right side
wall.  A freshly lit Capri dangled from her lips and she was digging through
one of our two carry on bags.  I stuck my cigarette between my lips and moved
in behind her.  I reached up and cupped a velvety soft tit in each of my
hands.  She raised her head and our eyes connected with the help of the
mirror.  She smiled around her cigarette, took a small drag and then moaned,
"Uuummmm that feels so nice.  Don't stop rubbing my tits baby.  I love it when
you rub and squeeze them."

   "Honey, I could do this all day long."  I said as I exhaled some smoke
around my own cigarette.

   While my hands still played with her tits and the smoldering cigarette
still dangled from her lips, she resumed digging through the luggage.  "Baby,
I can't find my carton of Capri's.  I could have sworn I packed it and now I
can't find it in either of our bags."

   Jill's carton of Salem's and my carton of Camel's were already sitting on
the dresser.  "Honey, don't worry about it.  We'll get more at the gift shop."
I assured her.

   "Damn.  I bought the Salem's and Camel's two days ago and packed them
yesterday morning.  The Capri's I bought yesterday afternoon and I must have
left them in the fridge.  Now I only have the unopened pack in my purse and
this half smoked pack."  She continued, obviously a little upset.

   "Jill, seriously, it's no big deal.  If we can't find some Capri's in the
gift shop, I'm sure you could bum a pack or two off of Heather."  I countered.

   "I know, but that's not fair to Heather."  She responded.

   "Well then, why don't you trade her.  I'm sure she wouldn't mind smoking
some of your Salem's." I suggested.  Then, I added, "Listen Jill, let's not
worry about this right now.  What was that you were saying on the plane about
relieving the lump in my pants before we headed to the beach?"

   She was in the process of taking a long deep drag on her cigarette.  She
placed her cigarette in the ashtray while she inhaled deeply.  Then, she held
the smoke in her lungs while she slowly turned in arms.  "Oh yea.  I vaguely
remember saying something about that."  She joked as fairly dense smoke flowed
freely from her mouth and nostrils.

   I took a quick drag on my cigarette and then placed it next to Jill's in
the ashtray.  Then, I tilted my head down and locked my lips onto hers for a
real nice smokey kiss.  While we kissed, my nerves were tingling with the
exquisite sensation of her luscious boobs and rock hard nipples mashed into my
chest.  When our first smokey kiss was finally over, Jill whispered, "Darling,
I promise to take care of you, but can we just keep kissing while we finish
our cigarettes?"

   "Absolutely darling."  I answered immediately.

	While we were in the midst of our third smokey kiss, Jill snaked her
hands between our bodies and expertly unbuttoned and unzipped my Bermuda
shorts.  While our lips remained cemented together, I executed one little
wiggle of my hips and the shorts dropped to the floor.  We paused to hit our
cigarettes a fourth time and soon as we resumed our kiss, I reached around to
the back of Jill's mini-skirt and slipped the zipper all the way down.  Now it
was her turn to easily wiggle out of her skirt.  I was pleasantly surprised to
find both of her ass cheeks totally bare.  I gently massaged her ass and drew
her recently trimmed pussy mound tightly into my throbbing cock.  When our
fourth smoky kiss had ended, I asked my not so blushing bride, "Darling, don't
tell me you were pantyless during that entire flight from Chicago."

   A devilish grin came over her face and she said, "Yea baby, I was.  You
know Jim, I kind of felt a little slutty, but honestly, I'm out of practice."

   I laughed and hugged her tightly and then she added, "Honey, I really don't
want to have to take another shower before we head to the beach.  And, I think
if we fucked each other right now, I probably would, so, would you mind
terribly if I just gave you a little blow job instead?"

   "Oh God no dear."  I answered in an instant.

   "Good .  Then let's go into the living room so you can sit on the couch."
She said as she grabbed her cigarettes and motioned me towards the door.

   I plopped my ass on the couch and spread my legs wide while she lit up a
new cigarette.  She executed a perfect double pump and then knelt down on the
floor between my legs.  She held her cigarette in her right hand and gently
grabbed my cock with her left.  While she slowly squeezed and stroked my cock,
she lowered her lips until they were only an inch above my throbbing cock
head.  Then she bathed my cock and balls with a long stream of smoke emanating
from deep within her lungs.  I was so turned on, I almost came on the spot,
but I had enough control to force myself to wait, because I knew the best was
yet to come.  She glanced quickly up at me and I smiled at her like a
contented little puppy dog.  Without easing her grip on my cock, she paused
long enough to take a strong drag on hr cigarette and this time when she moved
her lips toward my cock, she slipped her wet lips over the top of the purple
head.  Jill's breathing rate quickened as it was obvious that she was getting
more than a little turned on by this blow job.  Smoke poured heavily out of
her nose as she gently began to suck my cock while flicking the tip with her
talented tongue.  She only sucked me for maybe 30 seconds and then she paused
again to take another hit off her cigarette.  Only this time, while she was
dragging on her cigarette, she kept pumping my cock with a nice steady up and
down pace.  Before she resumed sucking, she took another smaller drag on her
cigarette and then shifted her left hand way down to the base of my cock.
This created enough space so that she could stuff about 5 good inches of cock
meat into her mouth.

   This time while the little wisps of smoke flowed continuously out of her
nose, She bobbed her suckling mouth up and down my shaft slowly at first.  But
she rapidly increased the speed of her bobbing and the strength of her
sucking.  God the sight of her beautiful face paying homage to my cock and the
sight of her dangling tits swaying gently with each bobbing motion of her head
was more than I could stand.  I couldn't hold out much longer and Jill knew
it.  Somehow she managed to increase the strength of her sucking while she
continued to bob her head relentlessly over my pulsating shaft.  She finally
brought me off when she renewed her left hand pumping motion to the base of my
cock.

   I moaned loudly and shot a powerful stream of hot cum into her mouth and
down her throat.  Jill managed to swallow some of the initial spurt.  But,
following my next eruption, she lifted her lips off my cock and paused to
swallow.  Unfortunately, my balls weren't quite drained yet and I splattered
another little blob of semen onto her cheek.  Being the old pro that she was,
she ignored this and looked up at me and smiled because I was smiling at her.
She hit her cigarette again and in the process, she never broke stride with
her left hand as she continued to milk every last drop of cum from my depleted
balls.  She took another drag and then proceeded to exhale all over my
cum-covered cock while she gently licked it clean.  Once she was confident
that she had satisfied all my needs, she took one last drag off her cigarette
and stood before me.  I leaned forward and hugged her around her waist and
pressed my head into her drooping tits.  "Darling.  You are fabulous.  Thank
you."  I said sincerely.

   She said, "I'm so glad I could help you out you horny little boy, but
here's the deal, you better eat a nice big healthy dinner, because I expect
that cock of yours to take care of all my needs tonight."

   Jill and I both went into the bathroom to do a little cleaning up.  After
that, Jill had already laid out all of her makeup paraphernalia on the dresser
underneath the large mirror, so I sat back on the bed to wait while she re-did
her face.  Seconds later there was a quick knock on the door followed by
Heather's voice calling out "Hey, you two are you ready to hit the beach?"

   Jill called back, "Heather, we're in the bedroom and we're almost ready.
Come on back."

   Heather stepped into the bedroom, looking fabulous in her birthday suit and
holding a half smoked cigarette in her hand.  Her only coverings were the
sunglasses resting atop her head and the four inch heeled sandals that she
wore on her feet.  She waved to me and I said, "Where's Scott?"

   "Oh he'll join us in a couple of minutes.  He's just checking his answering
service."  She answered.  Then, she spotted Jill working on her makeup.  "Move
over Sis.  I forgot to check my makeup."  She said while nudging Heather
playfully.

   Now these two gorgeous creatures were standing naked, side by side.  Even
though their backs were more or less facing me, I could pick up the
reflections of their front sides in the mirror.  Now, for the first time ever,
I was able to compare these two sibling goddesses in all of their naked
splendor.  It was amazing how similar they were.  They both had long, slender
legs, nice rounded and tight asses.  Their stomachs were surprisingly flat,
considering that they had both birthed two kids.  Jill was about ten pounds
heavier, but because she was two inches taller, she didn't look any heavier.
Both women had nice wide, womanly hips that quickly transitioned into slender
waists that couldn't measure any more than 26 or 27 inches.  In short, they
had perfect, hour glass figures.  While each had E cup dangling tits, their
boobs were the one area that they differed noticeably.  The fullest part of
Heather's boobs was actually below the nipple.  The upper portion of her
breasts was less fleshy and flatter than Jill's.  This made her nipples point
up slightly when she was standing straight up.  Right at this moment, she was
bending over a little, gazing into the mirror and the way that her tits hung
down, they looked like grapefruits placed in rather long plastic bags.  Jill's
tits were a little more proportional from top to bottom.  They hung every bit
as low as Heather's, but her fullest area was above her nipples so that when
she stood straight up, her nipples pointed to an imaginary spot on the floor,
maybe six feet in front of her.  In the big boob magazines that I occasionally
read, Jill's tits would be described as ""Pendulous pontoons".

   Scott joined us a few minutes later and we finally made it to the beach
around 3:00.  This left us with about two good hours of tanning sunshine.
There were probably twice as many people on the gorgeous beach as there had
been around the pool and once again, the ratio of beautiful to not so
beautiful, was about 10 to 1.  All four of us immediately started lathering on
the SPF 20.  It was definitely a visual delight as I watched the girls, behind
my mirrored RayBans, massaging the lotion into their big and milky white tits.
I knew that within two days, the lotion would be replaced by much sexier
tanning oil.

   We had only been laying out for maybe 45 minutes, just enough time for the
girls to smoke two cigarettes each, when I discovered another difference
between the sisters.  I knew from past experience that Jill would have been
content to just lay out and soak up the rays for the next two hours.  Heather
was much less patient.  She grabbed her cigarettes and prodded Jill to go with
her and explore the resort.  Reluctantly, Jill grabbed her cigarettes and left
with Heather.  For the next half hour, Scott and I just relaxed and enjoyed
all of the abundant scenery.  I had just lit a fresh cigarette when Scott
said, "Look, down the beach, I think the girls are returning."

   Sure enough, about 150 yards away, Jill and Heather were slowly walking
towards us.  The cigarettes in their hands were barely visible and Scott and I
turned our chairs slightly so that we could align ourselves with the sun while
also picking up a better angle to watch their approach.  God they looked so
stunning.  Their big tits were bouncing in a small circular motion with every
step that they took.  I glanced around the beach and compared our wives to the
other naked bathing beauties sunning themselves.  I know that I'm probably a
little prejudiced, but I have to say that I think Scott and I were with the
two most gorgeous women at the resort.  When they were maybe 25 yards from us,
Scott leaned over and said, "Jim old boy, our two sisters are definitely
exquisite specimens."  I agreed wholeheartedly.

   That night, at dinner, Heather had brought along a sheet from the room that
detailed all the various events and parties that were scheduled for that week.
There were three or four things going on every day and we made mental notes of
the ones that seemed like they offered the most fun.  The first party was
scheduled for 9:00 that evening.  It was an ice breaker dance where everyone
got a number and the only rule was that you couldn't dance with your own
significant other.  They had a great DJ spinning a selection of music that
ranged from Jamaican steel drum all the way to classic rock.  There were lots
of little twists to how the dance couples were selected and we all danced with
probably 5 different partners.  It was a blast and met lots of fun couples.

   The next morning, Jill finished her last Capri during an hour long session
of relaxed and very romantic fucking.  When we hooked up with Scott and
Heather for breakfast, Jill swapped a pack of Salem's for a pack of Capri's
with Heather and we began the day.

   We hit the beach around 10:00.  The sun was already bright and hot, perfect
for either burning or building a rapid tan.  Scott and I put on SPF 40 to make
sure we didn't burn.  The girls put on the 20 and both were already looking
tanner than either Scott or I.  A half hour later, Heather sat up and got
Jill's attention.  "Gillian dear, guess what your big sister did?"

   "What was that Hon?"  Jill answered.

   "I signed us up for the women's doubles beginners bracket in next
Thursday's tennis tournament."  Heather replied, rather proud of herself.

   "You didn't?"  Jill responded.  Then she continued, "I've never played
tennis before in my life."

   "Well I DID sign us up.  And, I've never played either.  That's why I also
signed us up for 1 hour lessons for the next four days.  Our first lesson
starts in 30 minutes."  Heather answered.

   Jill took a long drag on her Salem and sighed after inhaling, "God, with
you around, I don't know if I'm going to survive this vacation."

   Fifteen minutes later the girls trudged off to the rooms to get their
tennis shoes on for their lesson.  Scott and I just continued laying out on
our lounge chairs and enjoying the splendid scenery.

   Around 11:15, Scott leaned over and said, "Jim, why don't we grab a couple
extra lemonades and go watch the girls practice."

   "Sounds like a great idea.  Since neither of them have ever played before,
this should be interesting."  I responded.

   When we got to the courts, the girls were on one side of the net hitting
balls that were being served up by a dark black man that I can only describe
as "Ripped."  He stood about 6'3" and had a rock hard body that was perfectly
proportioned and muscled.  His cock looked a little bigger than Scott's or
mine as it bounced gently with each stroke of his racket.  The girls were
actually returning many of his lobs, but the best part of the whole scene was
watching their tits dancing all over the place as they ran around and swung
their rackets at the tennis balls that relentlessly came their way.

   Scott and I found the umbrella table that had the girl's towels and
cigarettes on it and we sat under the umbrella, which was about 20 feet from
the side of the court.  We were content to just watch and wait.  The girls
never actually acknowledged our presence.  They were too busy working on the
court.  Five minutes later, they took a break and joined us at the table.
Both girls were perspiring freely and quickly gulped down their lemonades
while lighting up cigarettes.  I got a kick out of watching them try to puff
on their cigarettes while they were both still trying to catch their breaths
from the workout.  In the meantime, we found out that their instructor's name
was Bob and Bob spent the break period retrieving the fifty or so tennis balls
that were laying all over the court.  Despite the fact that they were getting
a surprisingly good workout, both girls seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Just about the time that they were finished smoking their cigarettes, Bob
motioned them back onto the court for the second half of the lesson.

   By the time that the girls were done with their lesson, it was obvious that
they were both getting pretty tired.  They no longer had any jump to their
steps.  If the ball was out of reach, they simply let it fly by.  However, it
was kind of surprising how quickly they both seemed to be taking to this game.
They had mastered both forehand and backhand shots and they were getting most
of their serves over the net with some degree of accuracy.  Right at noon, Bob
announced that practice was over and the girls more or less, stumbled over to
us.  They were sweating and huffing and puffing up a storm.  This didn't deter
either of them from lighting up fresh cigarettes right away.

   Bob wandered over to the table and in a very pronounced Jamaican accent
said, "Your wives looked real good out there."

   Ever the harmless dirty old man, Scott chimed in, "Yea they sure did."

   That drew an elbow from Heather to his ribs and Bob continued, "No, I think
they seem to have taken to the game nicely.  But, you know ladies, you
shouldn't smoke before your games next Thursday.  It will slow you down."

   Heather laughed and said, "Coach, that's just not going to happen.  I guess
we'll just have to be slow."  Then she took another drag on her Capri.

   Bob laughed back and then said, "I see my next lessons have arrived.  You
ladies should try to get in some more practice this afternoon and I'll see you
tomorrow, same time."

   Once he left, Jill had a pained look on her face and began to squeeze and
massage her tits.  "God, my boobs are just aching.  They hurt right up here,
where they're attached to my chest."  She said as she massaged the upper third
of her sweat drenched, udders.

   Heather added, "God Jill, mine feel the same way.  They feel like they're
stretched all the way to the floor.  I don't think I've ever done any kind of
exercise like that without a bra on."  Smoke streamed out of her mouth as she
spoke.

   Scott responded, "Yea, you girls really gave your tits a helluva workout.
It was fun for Scott and I to watch, but you guys will have to get used to
running around without bra's on.  I actually have a couple large breasted
patients that are topless dancers and according to them, you'll get used to
it."

   I changed the topic saying, "How'd you girls like Bob?  He seems like a
good coach and he's certainly not hard to look at."

   Heather responded, "Yea he's a gorgeous man.  When he was serving to us, it
was hard to always concentrate on the balls."

   Scott jumped in and earned another elbow shot to the ribs when he said, "I
guess that just depends on which balls you were concentrating on."

   It took the girls about ten minutes and two cigarettes each to finally
catch their breaths and then we went back to our rooms where the girls
showered.  By 1:00 we were back on the beach.  We ate a quick lunch at the
beach cantina and then began the serious process of working on our tans.

   Just as I had predicted, by the middle of the third day, both Jill and
Heather had developed perfect, dark, golden brown tans.  It took Scott and I a
couple extra days to get that dark, but by Thursday, none of us needed
sunscreen any longer.  The week seemed to fly by.  Being the little joiner
that she was, Heather kept us busy by signing us up for most of the social
events that were scheduled for the week.  We had a ball and each day it seemed
like we met more new and interesting people.  Throughout the week, both
Heather and Scott kept raving about the nudist life style.  They marveled at
how delightful and carefree they felt by not having to deal with cloths all
the time.

   By Tuesday, Jill had smoked her last Capri.  Since they didn't sell that
brand at the gift shop, she just started to smoke her Salem's all the time.
And, she had no problems smoking them during sex.  In fact, by Thursday we
needed to buy her another carton at the ridiculous resort rip-off prices.
But, it was worth it because I figured she was averaging 3 packs a day on this
vacation and I enjoyed watching her smoke every single cigarette.

   The girls practiced their tennis with Bob religiously, every day.  Scott
and I always joined them for the last half of each practice and their game
improved quickly.  By the time the tournament started on Thursday morning,
they were at the top of their game.  The crowd of naked spectators probably
numbered over 200 and the girls played brilliantly in front of the audience.
I think they won their first three matches and didn't actually get knocked out
until the semi-finals.  Scott had brought his binoculars for this event and
let me tell you, they came in handy in helping us follow all the action on
court.  We may have even watched a little tennis.

   After the tournament, we had a nice little lunch and then we decided to do
a little exploring outside of the resort.  The girls threw skimpy little
bathing suit bras on and very short little cotton mini-skirts.  When Jill sat
down next to me in the front seat of the car, I noticed that she had decided
not to wear any panties.  "Very nice touch my dear."  I thought.

   During our travels we specifically wanted to scope out a couple family
oriented nudist resorts that we had read about in the tourist magazines in our
rooms.  During the week, we had kind of cooked up the idea that we wanted to
bring our kids down here next spring.  The first resort that we toured did not
appeal to us.  The accommodations were very sparse and the place didn't seem
very clean.  The second place was much nicer.  We stripped off our cloths and
a club employee took us on a nice tour of the complex. There were many games
and activities for kids of all ages to enjoy and, best of all, there was a
professionally run baby sitter service so the adults could have some fun after
the kids went to bed.  They had two bedroom suites available during the time
slot that we wanted.  These would be perfect for our families, so, we made
reservations for the next April right on the spot.

   It was about 4:00 on Friday afternoon.  Heather and Scott had just gone
back to their rooms, ostensibly to shower and get ready for dinner.  I was
convinced that were really heading back to have a nice mid-afternoon quickie.
I took a dip in the nice warm, crystal clear Caribbean waters.  Jill was half
sitting up in her lounge chair.  Her arms were resting comfortably on the arms
of the chair.  Jill's tits hung motionless to the sides of her ribcage.  Her
legs were draped over the sides of the chair, which left her gorgeous pussy
nicely exposed.  While I swam, I couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep
since her eyes were concealed behind the jet black sunglasses that she wore.

   After about five minutes I slowly left the water and walked towards Jill.
As I approached, her expression never changed and she remained motionless.  I
stooped in front of her and grabbed my towel.  When I began to dry off, Jill
said politely, "Jim, could you please step to the side?  You're blocking my
sun."

   I quickly did as she asked.  A minute later, I was done drying myself and
plopped my ass onto the warm sand at the end of her lounge chair.  I put my
own sunglasses on and stared at her delectable pussy, which was maybe four
feet from my eyes.  Then I lit a cigarette and sat Indian style while facing
her.  With that, Jill reached down with her right arm for her own pack.  With
the most economy of motion possible, she flicked her lighter and lit her
cigarette.  Throughout this whole process, only Jill's right arm ever moved.
Having done this exact process hundreds of times during three trips to
Jamaica, she had the sunbather/smoker routine down to a science.

   I looked at her and said, "Jill do you ever miss work?"

   She quickly replied, "God yes.  I miss it every day.  Jim you know I loved
everything about my job, but, I'm content to be a stay at home mom."

   I paused to take a drag on my cigarette and then I said, "You know honey,
you are such a wonderful mom to our kids, but soon they won't be babies any
more.  I've been giving this a lot of thought, and I think it would be good
for you, and us, and even the kids if you went back to work."

   She instantly bolted forward and said, "Are you serious?  I mean I would
love to go back to work, but do you really think we can pull it off?  I mean
we'd have to send the kids to the very best daycare and everything?"

   "Yea Jill.  I really do think we can pull it off.  With both of us kicking
in to get the kids ready in the morning, I'm convinced it would be great for
all of us.  The kids would make new friends and become more well adjusted
socially.  I mean, you raved at how much they look forward to your play groups
twice a week. And, all those elements of your life that have made you unhappy
and, consequently, me unhappy, would quickly disappear.  What do you think?"

   Jill stuck the cigarette in her mouth and stood up.  Then she reached down
and raised me to my feet by gently tugging at my arms.  "Let me tell you what
I think."  She said as she sucked down an enormous double pump.  Then she
threw her arms over my shoulders and pulled me toward her.  I hugged her back
and our lips met.  This smokey kiss was probably our fiftieth of the week, but
in many ways it was the very best.  When our lips finally parted, Jill said
softly, "Darling, I love you so very much.  You're always thinking of me.  I'm
going to have to think over your offer, but my initial reaction is "Hell yes,
I want to go back to work."

Chapter 21  (Part 4)

   That little vacation that we took to Jamaica over two years ago clarified
and cemented a number of elements into our life together.  First, Jill did go
back to work.  About a week after we got home, Jill called her old boss and he
seemed delighted to hear from her.  He said he needed to work out a few things
on his end and asked her if she could come in the following Friday.  This
delay kind of bothered Jill and all week long she was a nervous wreck.  Friday
finally came and Jill's meeting with her old boss went great.  He took her on
a tour of the new offices and then he took her to lunch.  He offered her a job
on the spot, at a starting salary that was $10,000 more than she was making
when she left!  When I got home on Friday night, Jill was all bubbly and
excited.  The first thing she told me about was that now the office dress code
was "Business Casual" everyday.  Then, she told me how the firm had grown
tremendously in her absence.  The firm now occupied the entire 24th floor of
its building.  Her old boss was now a full partner and she met her new boss, a
women in her mid thirties named Melissa.  Melissa had been hired a couple
months after Jill had left.  Jill was so excited because the two of them had
hit it off great.  And, Melissa smoked.  And, the new, larger offices actually
had a smoking lounge, so there would be no need to go outside in the freezing
cold to have a cigarette.  And, best of all, the smoking lounge was only 2
doors from Jill's new office.

   Jill had arranged to work four days a week, taking every Wednesday off.
The moms in Gwen's play group had decided to change the format to one day a
week, which was Wednesday.  This would allow Jill to stay in touch with her
new friends.  On Sunday night, before her first day back, Jill was nervously
laying out her new outfit in preparation for the morning.  I asked her why she
seemed so nervous and if anything was bothering her.  She answered, "Jim, this
is the first time we not only have to get ourselves ready for work, but we
also have to pack up the kids and take them to the daycare center.  And, I'm
worried about whether the kids will like daycare.

   I said, "Listen honey, have a cigarette and relax.  Our kids make friends
easily.  I'm sure they'll love it."

   While she quickly tapped a cigarette out of her pack, she said, "I'm not so
sure.  Anyway we need to be super organized tomorrow morning and by the end of
the week, we need to make sure we are into a good routine."

   After she had lit the cigarette and taken her usual start-up double pump, I
hugged her and said, "You're such a super mom.  I'm sure you'll have us
functioning like a military unit in no time."

   After our hug, she picked up a new under-wire bra that she had just bought
and looked up at me with a depressed expression on her face.  "Jim, the one
thing that I'm dreading most of all is having to wear this bra all day long.
I've gotten so used to not having to deal with these things."

   "I know honey, but I'm sure that it will be ok.  You'll get used to them
soon enough."  I said, trying to reassure her.  Although, I silently hoped
that she would never get used to wearing bras again.

   Her first day back was a blur of activity for Jill.  When we finally had a
minute to ourselves after putting the kids to bed, Jill told me all about it.
She was just so happy.  The icing on the cake was when Jill picked up the kids
from daycare.  She got a glowing report from the teachers on how well behaved
and how quickly the kids fit into the group.  I knew in an instant that we had
made the right decision.

   The next day, Melissa asked Jill to go to lunch with her.  The two women
walked maybe two city blocks to a small soup and sandwich shop in the lobby of
a neighboring building.  As the women were being seated, Melissa said, "Jill,
you look like you're in pain."

   Jill groaned in reply, "I am in pain.  It's this damn under-wire bra.  It's
new and it's killing me."

   "Well dear, why don't you just not wear it."  Melissa replied
matter-of-factly.

   "But Melissa, don't we have an office dress code against that sort of
thing?"

   Both ladies fired up cigarettes and then Melissa answered, "Well Jill,
you'll get a kick out of this story.  About 6 months ago, we actually won a
$700,000 settlement against two major bra manufacturers and a large employer.
The plaintiff claimed that she had lost all feeling in her boobs and,
especially, her nipples because she had worn bras to work for over ten years.
She claimed she only did this because of the office's very rigid and, as
stated in her complaint, discriminatory dress code.  During that time period,
she proved that she had only worn bras made by the two manufacturers.  She
originally sued for $10 million.  The strongest element of the case was not
actually the medical evidence.  It was the wording of the dress code which,
was indeed very specific and almost totally focussed on what women employees
could and could not wear.  We knew that we probably wouldn't win the case if
we went to trial, but the case was strong enough to drive a nice settlement
and that's exactly what happened.

   Jill exclaimed, "That's amazing!"

   Melissa added, "Yea.  It's incredible.  But anyway, once we won this
settlement, the Partners met and totally revamped our own dress codes.  Now,
there is specifically no mention of underwear or certain styles of cloths,
such as halter tops in our dress code any more.  The dress code is now so
watered down, about the only thing it says is that your dress cannot make
others on staff uncomfortable.  Also, when clients are in the office, the
appropriate dress reverts back to business suits for anyone meeting with the
clients.  You probably haven't noticed, but if you clustered all the girls in
the office, about a third of them wear bras, just like they always have.
Another third wear tight little undershirts which give you a little support,
but are a whole lot more comfortable than an under-wire bra.  The other third
go braless, but usually wear thick sweaters or loose dresses, so that it's not
so obvious.  I fall into the second group.  Victoria Secrets has some adorable
little camisoles that I just love.  And, let me tell you, the morale among the
women in the office has certainly improved since we changed the dress code."

   Jill took another drag off her cigarette and then said as she winked at
Melissa, "Can you please excuse me?  I believe I need to go to the ladies
room."

   That very night, Jill went to Marshall Fields and bought five or six little
undershirts.  From that day forward, bras became a distant memory in our
household.

   Another change to our life after this most recent Jamaica vacation, was
that both Jill and I, and Heather and Scott as well, became devoted nudists.
The four of us did indeed take our kids to Jamaica the following winter, and
the kids loved it.  They were too young to make sense of the fact that they
didn't need to wear suits while swimming and playing.  Through their young
eyes, being nude was just so logical and natural.  Over the winter, we also
did some research and found a couple different family oriented nudist resorts
in Southeast Wisconsin.  We found one that we liked the best and joined it.
The resort was only a few hours drive for us, but it was over five hours for
Scott and Heather.  Still, they've never complained about the drive.

   So, over the last two years, we've taken our adults only vacations to
Jamaica in the fall and the whole family trips in the spring.  During the late
spring and right on through the summer, Jill and Heather spend almost every
weekend at the resort.  Gwen's play group eventually disbanded, although we
remain really good friends with three of the couples.  As a result, Jill now
takes every Friday off so that she and the kids can have three day weekends
with her sister at the resort.  Scott and I join our families as best we can.
We probably average every other weekend at the resort throughout the summer.
We've had such great times and met such wonderful friends over the past two
years.  Last summer, we actually bought our own condo units at the resort.
These have three small bedrooms, a large living room and a small, but fully
functional kitchen.  They're very practical.  So now, these little weekend
getaways are even easier, since we're staying at our own places.

   The last positive change to our lives was that Jill became a totally
devoted smoker.  Once we returned from our trip, it was totally impractical
for Jill to maintain the three pack-a-day pace that she had enjoyed in
Jamaica.  Still, as I already mentioned, during those first two weeks back,
she was nervous about her interview and going back to work.  As a result, she
averaged smoking almost two and a half packs a day until she finally started
working again.  But then, once back in the working routine, her habit never
dropped back below the two pack-a-day level.  It was just too easy for Jill to
pop into the smoker's lounge for a quick cigarette whenever she wanted.
During typical work days, Jill would be tied up in hour long meetings maybe 2
or 3 times a day.  To counteract these nicotine deprivation periods, Jill
became the master of the three cigarette, 15 minute break.  And, Jill's brand
was now Salem 100's.  She bought a few more packs of Capri's when we got back
home, but now she thinks they're flavorless, "Like smoking air," she would
say.  This is fine with me because all of her sexy and sophisticated exhale
techniques look far more interesting when she smokes the fuller flavor
cigarettes.

   Neither of our kids ever seemed to mind when Jill or I smoked around them.
So, over time, Jill gradually overcame her reluctance to smoke around the
kids.  It's not like she ever goes out of her way to smoke around them, it's
just that, eventually, she stopped going out of her way not too.  Now, when
her body tells her it needs a cigarette, she simply smokes a cigarette.  And,
this happens at least twice an hour, sometimes more.

   A few weeks after Jill went back to work, she added a whole new element to
her smoking habit.  Here's what happened.

   It was Jill's turn to host the Wednesday play group.  All five moms showed
up with their kids and over the next three hours, the moms drank a couple pots
of coffee, had a fun lunch and the smoking moms smoked lots of cigarettes.
Well, the two non-smoking moms were the first to leave.  The smokers decided
to have another cup of coffee and a few more cigarettes.  Out of the blue,
Maggie, one of the moms with 2 kids, asked Jill if we had any plans for Friday
night.  Jill checked her calendar and said "No.  We're totally free."  Maggie
said "Great".  Then, she proceeded to invite us out to dinner at a really posh
and sophisticated, downtown Chicago, cigar bar.  The ladies sold the concept
hard, saying that they do this once a month and even though it's kind of an
expensive night, they always have a great time.  Jill innocently asked, "I
assume that the boys smoke cigars, but do you girls also smoke them?"

   Maggie answered for the group, "Absolutely."

   Then Jaime, one of the other moms chimed in, "Yea.  They're so yummy,
especially the 8 inch Dominican's, which are my favorites."

   "God, I've never smoked a cigar before.  I don't know if I'll be able to
handle it."  Jill wondered.

   Jaime said, "Girl, based on the way that I've seen you smoke your
cigarettes, you won't have any problems at all."

   "Well, what should we wear to this cigar bar?"  Jill asked naively.

   Maggie answered, "That's the neatest part.  The guys wear suits or jackets,
but usually no ties.  Us girls get to get all dressed up in our sexy little
black dresses.  The place will be full of beautiful people all dolled up and
enjoying good food, good drink and good smokes."

   Jaime added, "We really try to make a night of it.  So are you guys coming
with us?"

   Jill answered semi-enthusiastically, "Yea.  If I can line up a sitter, I
think we'll make it."

   Over the next two days, Jill didn't have any free time to go out and buy a
new outfit.  So, after much hemming and hawing, she decided to wear the same
modified skirt and turtleneck sweater combination that she had worn to the
airport.  This certainly pleased me, although I tried not to make a big deal
about it.

   On Friday night, as soon as we walked through the door of the bar, Jill
realized that she had made a good wardrobe selection.  Almost every women in
the place was wearing something either sexy or sophisticated, or both.  Our
new friends were no exception.  All three ladies looked hot and this made Jill
feel instantly comfortable.

   Before dinner, the women smoked their cigarettes, but, the guys dove right
into the portable humidor that our waitress had brought to the table.  The
food and the company were great.  With the exception of our recent vacation,
it had been a long time since Jill and I had done something like this with
only adult couples, no kids, and we were having so much fun.  Once our dinner
dishes were cleared, our first Cognacs of the evening were served.  At the
same time, we made a new round of selections from the humidor.  This time, all
the girls selected cigars for themselves.  Jaime thought that Jill would enjoy
a fairly thick, 4" little cigar that she described as mild but flavorful.  At
Melissa's suggestion, I selected a Macanudo.  Jill smoked her first ever cigar
until there was only about an inch left to it.  She raved about the taste, but
I think what she liked most was watching the long dense streams of white smoke
that she blew out after every puff.  She never actually inhaled any of the
puffs that she took off of this cigar, but it was obvious that the other girls
were inhaling at least some of the drags that they took on their cigars.
While she smoked her little cigar, Jill  marveled at how the strong taste of
her cognac complimented the taste of the cigar.  Jill nursed two drinks while
smoking the cigar.  Then, she had a third drink while waiting for us to finish
our longer cigars.

   When the waitress arrived with Jill's fourth drink, I think it was an 8
inch Churchill that she selected from the humidor.  Jill practiced cutting the
end and lighting it properly.  I was surprised to see Jill inhale her first
long drag on the thick cigar, and she did it with ease.  By now, the cognac
was having it's effect on Jill and she became much more bubbly and animated.
In the process, she continued to inhale even her strongest drags on the cigar.
God, I enjoyed watching her thick, creamy exhales.  By the time she had smoked
about four inches of the cigar, apparently her lungs had had enough and she
only inhaled a few more drags before finally snuffing the cigar out when it
only had about an inch and a half left to it.  This was ok with me, because by
now I was so horny, I couldn't wait to get her home.  My part of the bill was
over $250, but the sex that Jill and I enjoyed later in the evening, made it
totally worth it.

   Over the next couple days, Jill must have mentioned what a great time she
had at the cigar bar maybe five times.  We were definitely looking forward to
our next cigar night out.  A week later, Jill was so excited when Melissa
called her up and invited us to a cigar tasting party that she was hosting.
Apparently, these things are kind of like swanky and sophisticated Tupperware
parties.  The guests get all dressed up.  Finger foods are served and the
booze, mostly cognac, flows freely.  Throughout the course of the party,
guests are able to sample a wide variety of expensive cigars.  Then, once
everybody is in a good mood and feeling no pain, the order forms come out and
you're able to buy the cigars that you just enjoyed.

   For this occasion, Jill had time to go out and buy a new outfit.  She came
home with a gorgeous black velvet, backless, halter dress.  It was almost
floor length, except that the slit in the front came all the way up to mid
thigh and the hem angled out so that Jill's shapely legs were beautifully
showcased with every step that she took.  With her hair all done up and her
makeup applied to perfection, she looked both classy and outrageously sexy at
the same time.  Once again, we had a wonderful time at this party.  Jill
smoked three distinctly different cigars and, this time, she inhaled almost
every drag.  It's a good thing that Jill had gone back to work, because, by
the time we finally left the party at 1:30 in the morning, we had spent over
$1000.  We bought a beautiful little humidor that could easily hold about 8
boxes of fine cigars.  Then we bought a box of Churchill's a box of Monte
Christo's and two boxes of wonderfully smooth Dominican's.

   Over the next 4 or 5 months, we always made the monthly night at the cigar
bar.  We also attended a couple more cigar parties and Jill became quite the
little connoisseur of expensive, I mean really expensive, cigars.  In fact, we
actually hosted one of the cigar parties.  We sent the kids down to Grandma's
for the weekend and Heather and Scott came up for it.  For this party, Jill
purchased and extremely sexy little black dress.  It was 100% black chiffon.
The loose fitting skirt was knee length and consisted of 3 or 4 layers of the
chiffon material, which made it opaque.  The top of the dress was backless,
save for the straps that crisscrossed her back to hold the front in place.
The front consisted of a single layer of the black, see through chiffon.  It
had a really low cut, loose fitting, cowl shaped neckline that sort of cradled
Jill's tits.  God, she looked ravishing.  Throughout the party, I found myself
trying to steal glimpses of her bouncing tits and totally visible nipples.  It
never occurred to me how ridiculous this was because I got to see Jill nude
every day.  But I guess this just proved a little theory that I concocted
during our visits to nude beaches.  I call it the "Christmas Tree" theory.
You see, a perfectly shaped Christmas tree growing wild and free in the woods
has a certain natural and majestic beauty to it.  When you put that same tree
in your home and decorate it to perfection, it takes on a totally different,
but equally appealing form of beauty.  This was the same with Jill.  I love
staring at her majestic and naturally beautiful body when she's lying naked on
a nude beach.  But, when she's wearing some outrageously sexy outfit,
especially in public, she takes on a totally different and erotic form of
beauty.

   During this period, cigars became a pleasureful little indulgence for us.
We only smoked the expensive cigars during special occasions.  But, we managed
to fabricate "Special Occasions" at least twice a week.  Interestingly enough,
Jill also developed a fondness for cheap little cherry flavored cigars.  I
think she tried one when she was out shopping with one of her friends.  Her
favorite brand is Swisher Sweets.  She buys these plastic tipped, five inch
long little cigars, five to a box for maybe $2.00.  She says they remind her
of her dad's pipe tobacco and they don't leave an unpleasant aftertaste, like
most cheap cigars do.  Over time, she began to supplement her cigarettes with
two or three of the plastic tipped cigars a day.  I love watching her smoke
these cheap cigars.  She smokes them just like a cigarette, except that the
thicker smoke makes her exhales so much more interesting.  My favorite time to
watch her is when she's watching TV or reading the paper.  She'll take her
typically strong drag and hold the inhale for the usual 4 or 5 seconds.  Then,
she'll begin to do her breathing exhales.  But, because the smoke is so much
fuller than cigarette smoke to begin with, the first few wisps of smoke that
seep out or her nose and mouth are very thick and creamy, almost
non-transparent.  The smoke will tend to linger around her head forming a
little cloud.  It takes about 7 or 8 breaths for her lungs to fully clear,
except that she rarely gets to that point.  Usually, after only about 5
breaths, she's ready for another drag, so she's pretty much exhaling the nice
thick and tasty, cherry flavored smoke continuously while she smokes the
entire cigar.

   Probably two or three nights a week, we'll incorporate cigar smoking into
our lovemaking.  Sometimes, Jill smokes an expensive cigar, sometimes a cheap,
tipped one.  It doesn't really matter.  We still play the same little game.
Jill will go change into one of her sexy little see-through baby dolls while I
pop in a porno flick into the VCR.  Over the last year, Jill has ordered maybe
10 different videos off the Internet of sexy people smoking while having sex.
While the quality of the photography and directing is not generally up to top
flight porno standards, The plots, if that's what you want to call them, are
just so erotic.  That's why these tapes have become our favorites.  We'll
watch these tapes while we're smoking our cigars.  The rules of the game allow
us each free rein with each other's bodies, except that we can't actually fuck
until we're done smoking the cigars.  Needless to say, by the time we're done
with the cigars, with all the petting and fondling, we're both so turned on
that the sex is instantaneous and explosive.

   Over the past two years, a little side benefit developed as a result of
Jill's smoking.  Her voice has become subtly, but noticeably deeper.  At least
I've noticed it.  But, I'm not so sure that she has.  Anyway, even though it's
only a little lower, the sound of her voice is infinitely sexier and I love
it.

Chapter 22  (Part 4)

Fast forward back to the present

   It was almost 1:00 when I looked over at the clock on the nightstand.  I
realized that I had been reminiscing for almost two hours.  The memories had
been so pleasant that I didn't mind wasting what could have been two hours of
precious sleep.  Now, however, I knew that if I didn't take advantage of the
five hours that remained before I had to get up, I would be useless at work
tomorrow.  I glanced one last time at Jill's long, slender and totally naked
body as she slept peacefully by my side.  Even though she was no more than 2
feet away from me, I could only barely make out her silhouette in the
extremely dim light available in the room.  Her vision was the last thing that
I remember as I rolled over and quickly lapsed into a deep sleep.

   Around 4:30 I woke up just enough to stumble into the bathroom to drain my
aching bladder.  When I crawled back into bed, I once again, glanced at Jill.
She was still sleeping so soundly that I don't think she had even moved in the
last three and a half hours.  It only took me a couple minutes to fall back
into a deep sleep.

   At 6:00 the alarm went off.  We kept it set fairly loud, on a rock station
and I started to wake up as soon as it went off.  Working mostly on instincts,
Jill rolled over, partially on top of me and reached over to shut off the
annoying music.  In the process, her velvety soft tits were briefly mashed
into my chest.  This very pleasant sensation was one that I never tired of and
it succeeded in waking me up a little more.

   Jill rolled out of bed and stumbled off in the dark, heading towards the
bathroom.  Once Jill had closed the door and turned on the bathroom light,
faint streams of light escaped into the bedroom.  The next thing that I heard
was the flushing of the toilet.  When the toilet had just about finished
running through its filling cycle, I heard Jill clearing her throat for maybe
10 seconds.  Then, she began to gently cough.  She continued to cough for
maybe 20 seconds or so and then she loudly cleared her throat again.  Once her
throat clearing stopped, I heard the water run in the sink.

   Now that Jill was satisfied that she had sufficiently prepped her lungs for
a new day of heavy smoking, she turned off the light and once again, the
bedroom was cloaked in complete darkness.  I heard the door to the bathroom
open and few seconds later, I heard Jill rummaging around on her dresser.  Her
lighter suddenly sparked to life and Jill's gorgeous body was bathed in a
faint flickering glow.  The light made her appear to be almost a ghostlike
apparition.  One of her cherry flavored, plastic tipped, little cigars already
dangled from her lips.  She brought the flame to the end of the cigar and
sucked just hard enough to get it lit.  Then she moved the flame away from the
cigar, while she inhaled the fresh smoke.  Knowing that sometimes cigars don't
light completely on the first attempt, she quickly exhaled a thin stream of
smoke around the cigar and moved the flame back to the end of the cigar.  This
time she sucked more strongly on the plastic tip and the end of the cigar
glowed brightly in the dim light.

   Jill immediately extinguished the lighter and with it went my vision of her
loveliness.  Now I was blinded by the dark again, except that I saw the
glowing end of the cigar burning brightly as it bounced it's way, about five
feet up in the air, toward the bed.  Jill was obviously taking a nice strong
drag and for the first time that morning, the sweet smell of cigar smoke
tickled my nose.  Moments later the glowing end of the cigar was maybe two
feet away from my face.  The light on our nightstand suddenly came to life.
But, it didn't blind me much, since we never put more than a 15 watt bulb in
the lamp.  Jill leaned over me and asked in her sexiest voice, "Good morning
darling.  Are you ready to start the day?"

   Her tits were dangling only inches from my right hand, so I reached up and
grabbed a handful as I replied, "Absolutely."

   "Me too."  Jill added.  She bent lower and our lips met in a very nice, but
very short smokey kiss and I continued to fondle those squeezably soft tits
that I love so much.  After less than a minute, she stood straight up,
releasing her tit from my groping fingers.  She took a relatively small drag
on her cigar, then rolled off the little bit of ash that had already formed on
th4e end into the ashtray.  She stuck the cigar back between her lips.  Her
succulent pussy was within easy reach of my right hand and I slid my hand up
her inner thighs until my forefinger was resting comfortably between the folds
of her already wet and slippery pussy lips.

   Jill squirmed a little and bent her knees slightly, not trying to get away
from my fingers, but actually trying to give me better access to her rapidly
warming cunt.  "Darling you're making it difficult for me to do my job."  She
said as she grabbed my pack of Camel filters.

   "That's the idea gorgeous, but just keep working at it."  I answered as I
started to stroke her pussy with the sides of my fingers.

   "Uuuuuhhhhmmmmm," she moaned softly.  Then, she pulled the cigar from her
lips and replaced it with my cigarette.  She lit the cigarette with the hot
end of the cigar and pulled hard on the filter with a nice strong, cheek
hallowing drag.  She inhaled this drag deeply and immediately began doing a
breathing exhale.  Then, she bent back over me and smiled as she lovingly
placed the cigarette between my lips.

   I sucked down my first nice big drag of the day and raised my arms up
around my neck.  Once she had placed the cigar back between her lips, Jill
crawled over my legs and gently grabbed my semi-hard cock in her right hand.
"Hhhhmmmm.  I see we need to do a little more work on this cock.  It's just
not hard enough."  She said as she gently stroked my cock with her left hand
and massaged my balls with her right.  She sucked hard on the cigar that
dangled from her lips and as she drew the smoke deep into her lungs, Jill
pulled the cigar from her mouth and started to slowly stroke the plastic tip
up and down my rapidly hardening prick.

   "There now, this seems to be doing the trick."  She said as creamy gray
wisps of smoke darted from her mouth during her talking exhale.  She kept up
the stroking while I double pumped my cigarette and then I reached over and
set it in the ashtray.  After about a minute, my cock was perfectly rigid and
aching to get into Jill's pussy.  She didn't deny it for very long.  She
leaned over and rolled off another ash into the ashtray.  Then, Jill stuck the
cigar back into the side of her mouth and clamped down on the tip with her
teeth.

   She raised her ass off of my legs and slowly moved her slippery pussy over
my erect fuck pole.  She stared hungrily into my eyes while she sucked down
another large drag from the, now half smoked, cigar.  I reached for my
cigarette and let it dangle from my lips.  Then, Jill impaled herself on my
stiff prick while kneeling straight up.  Jill began to bounce on my cock and I
inhaled my own drag, then I thrust my hips up to meet each of her down strokes
and she began to moan contentedly.

   Jill continued this high energy banging for only a few more strokes, then
she leaned over my chest, holding herself up with her arms.  I loved this
position for two reasons, It was easier for me to bang her pussy faster and I
was able to massage her pendulous tits as they shook freely, only inches above
my chest.

   By now Jill was panting rapidly.  Every breath that she took included half
air and half smoke.  The little jets of smoke that escaped from her nose and
mouth were thick and continuous.  She began to talk dirty to me.  "Oooohhh
yea..............That's it..............Yea baby.................Oooooo
squeeze ..............My tits................Harder..............Yea
baby................Ooooo you make my cunt so happy....................Keep
fucking me......................Yes .......................That's
it........................Fuck yes.................Oooooooo I
love................Fucking you."

   Despite the fact that her smoke induced, deep sexy voice was turning me on
tremendously.  At that very moment, I couldn't help but think just how lucky I
really was.  To think that I was going to wake up to this, most every day for
the rest of my life.  Honestly, I simply could not have been any happier.

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