Corrupted, Part 6

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CORRUPTED

6.	Don Returns.

   Friday began the way Thursday did.  Gwen woke up with Connie in bed beside
her.  She sighed.  God, it'd been another wonderful night!  Her crotch was
sore from all the pleasuring.  She was sure Connie felt it, too.  But it was
worth it.  God, was it!

   As she quietly left the bed she noticed a half empty pack of cigarettes on
the dresser along with a lighter.  One of them left them there the night
before.  She smiled.  Shaking one out, she decided to smoke her first
cigarette of the day right then and there.  No sense waiting till downstairs.
The smoke felt good that morning, as she inundated her sinuses and lungs with
a first inhale.  It was a big deep one, too.  She loved the kick from her
first, marvelous smoky gulp of the day!

   Downstairs, she fixed her coffee with her cigarette dangling from her lips.
She puffed periodically while working in the kitchen, rinsing out the pot,
measuring the coffee grounds, filling it with water, and turning on the coffee
maker.  Constantly breathing smoke in and out felt so very good, so rewarding.
It was a very satisfying way to start the day!

   She dashed back upstairs while the coffee brewed.  Friday was casual dress
day at work, so she picked out a thin tank-top and some short shorts.  Today
she'd really show off her body.  She shivered with excitement at the prospect.
Unlike some women, Gwen wasn't insecure about herself.  She knew she looked
good, and she now enjoyed others agreeing with that assessment.  This
particular outfit was a definite winner!

   While brushing and combing her hair, she lit another cigarette and let it
dangle.  She savored the sensation of smoke entering her lungs with every
breath.  The ashes fell in the sink underneath the mirror.  She had to laugh.
It was a perfect arrangement.  No muss, no fuss; the ashes washed down the
drain as soon as she was done!

   With a half-smoked cigarette still suspended between her lips, she headed
downstairs for coffee and cereal.  She left the cigarette in her mouth while
she poured the cereal and bathed it with skim milk.  It remained there as she
sat at the table.  The Marlboro Light 100 was almost gone by now, and she
thought about butting it out.  But instead, she retrieved a fresh one from her
pack and lit it from the cherry end of the spent cigarette.  She crushed out
the old one, and after a powerful first drag left the new one burning in the
ashtray.  After every couple bites of cereal, she treated herself to a drag.
Never before had she smoked while eating; but it proved very pleasant indeed.

   She chained into a third cigarette while rinsing out her cereal bowl, then
bounded up the stairs with it still in her mouth.  She bid Connie good-bye
with a smoky kiss, and got in her car to drive to work.

   "This dangling stuff is extremely cool," she happily sighed as she started
her car.  "It lets me have smoke all the time.  It's the best!  Except for
ashes falling on the floor now and then, it's fuckin' great!"  She took a
long, hard drag, put the car in reverse, and backed out of her driveway
exhaling smoke through her nostrils.

   By the time she got to the office Gwen was on her sixth cigarette of the
day.  But she didn't feel satiated.  She felt - relaxed; yes, relaxed, and
quite content.  Instead of putting this one out in her car's ashtray (and
thank God her car had an ashtray!), she carried the cigarette with her up the
walkway to the office, where she finally crushed it out in the sand ashtray by
the front door, after an extended last pull.

   She slowly, seductively walked to her desk.  She did indeed attract stares
from many men in the office.  Her tank-top was tight-fitting; it had a deep
"V" neck in front.  It wasn't quite appropriate for casual dress Friday.  But
she guessed no one would say anything negative about the outfit.  And she was
right.  She could almost hear the drooling as she walked by row after row of
desks and offices.

   Sitting at her desk, she was approached by a co-worker.  "You've undergone
quite a change in the last week, Gwen," Roger Nordstrom smiled pleasantly.
"What's up with it?"

   "Oh, nothing," she smiled, batting her eyes and flirting a bit.  She loved
the attention!  "I just decided to get rid of some of my drab, dowdy clothes
and spice up my wardrobe a bit."

   "Yeah, well, it works," Roger admired.  "Everything okay at home with you
and - what's his name?"

   "Don?"

   "Oh yeah, Don.  I couldn't remember your husband's name."

   Gwen smiled.  God damn!  Roger was hoping she was dressing sexier because
she and Don had split up, and that she was now on the move, so to speak!  She
laughed wickedly, and decided to tease Roger a little.

   "I haven't said anything to anyone, Roger, but I guess I can tell you," she
lied.  "My husband Don and I haven't seen each other for a week.  He's gone,
I'm afraid."

   Roger's countenance visibly brightened.  "Oh, really?  God, that's
terrible.  I mean, you must be pretty broken up over it.  Am I right?"

   "Not really," Gwen shrugged.  "Our relationship's been on the rocks for
awhile.  Don's so damn controlling.  I can't stand a man who's always telling
me what to do.  You know?"

   "Oh, absolutely.  I believe every woman should make up her own mind."

   How absolutely fawning of you, Roger, Gwen smirked to herself.

   "So, this is a new beginning for me, Roger.  I feel pretty vulnerable right
now."

   "Oh, I'm sure," he interjected.  "Say, are you interested in having lunch
today, Gwen?  We could talk about it.  You could lean on me, you know, sort of
a friendly shoulder to cry on?"

   Yeah, more like a friendly cock to suck in your time of trouble, she
inwardly concluded.  "That might be very nice, Roger," she cooed.  "But tell
me this.  Do you smoke?"

   He startled.  "Me?  Oh God, no.  I quit years ago."

   Strange, Gwen mused.  He can't be much older than thirty.

   "Well, then, Roger, I'm afraid I'm not interested in having lunch."

   "You're not?  I mean, well, why not?"

   "You see, I smoke now.  Perhaps you've seen me smoking on breaks this last
week."

   Roger nodded.  He obviously had.

   "Smoking was a big point of contention between Don and me.  He hated it,
and it made me furious he wouldn't give in and join me.  I mean, if he really
loved me, I figured he'd gladly smoke with me.  Don't you think?"

   Roger didn't answer.

   "I quit for years myself," Gwen went on.  "But I decided I wanted to go
back to it.  I got no sympathy or support from Don.  So, we're history."  She
smiled daintily.  "I don't waste my time with non-smokers anymore, Roger.
Sorry."

   Roger fumbled for some way to stay in the game.  He felt himself rapidly
moving to the sidelines.  "Well, I, uh, I used to smoke," he lamely offered.
"Smoking doesn't bother me, not at all.  Really.  I won't mind if you smoke,
Gwen.  In fact, I'll be honored if you would.  It'd show me that you're being
totally honest with me, and that our relationship is based on honesty."

   Nice recovery, Bozo, she giggled inside.

   "Nope.  Sorry, Roger.  Like I said, I don't waste time with non-smokers any
longer.  I figure you're either with those of us who smoke, or you're against
us.  Obviously, Roger, you're _not_ with us.  So, you and I have nothing to
talk about, I'm afraid."

   As Roger moped away from her desk, Gwen felt victorious.  She locked her
purse in the drawer and powered up her computer.  She smirked.  Within the
hour he'd be back, she predicted.  He'll offer to smoke with me, just to have
a chance.  He wants me, she told herself.  Roger really fuckin' wants me.  And
it was _so_ nice to be wanted for a change!

   She adjusted her tank-top, to make sure it showed as much cleavage as she
could get away with at the office.  She opened a file and began typing.  Only
an hour and a half till break, she reassured herself.  Then she could smoke
two consecutive cigarettes with her new smoking buddies outside.  She sighed.
Her life was getting better all the time.

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   Friday Gwen got home at the usual time.  She had a dangling cigarette in
her mouth when she walked in the door.  She was really growing to like having
one stuck between her lips all the time.  That was a bad sign, she knew.  She
was smoking way too much.  But she didn't care.  She liked it.  She was a
smoker again!

   As usual, Connie wasn't home.  She arrived at seven thirty, following her
shift at the video store.  She seemed particularly chipper.  She laughed and
talked while she ate a late supper.  Gwen sat with her and smoked the whole
time.

   Gwen wanted to go out on the town again, but Connie said she was too tired.
Instead, she suggested they watch a video together.  She'd brought several
home from the video store where she worked.  As Gwen looked over the titles,
she whistled.

   "Oh my God, Connie," she said with a furrowed brow.  "These are porno
flicks!"

   "Yeah, that's right," the blond smiled.  "I love watching other people
fuck.  I guess I'm really a voyeur at heart.  Have you ever watched this kind
of thing?"

   Gwen shook her head.  "No, I haven't."  She gave a wicked grin.  "But I'd
like to try it!"

   "Good answer.  This'll be another phase of your re-education.  Let's pop
one in the VCR and take a look."  She selected one of the titles and walked
over to the TV.  "Watching this shit always makes me hot.  It's like the way
you felt looking at the naked ladies in Don's magazines.  Before long, you
have to touch yourself."  She giggled.  "Unless, that is, there's someone
there to fool around with instead."

   Gwen rolled her eyes.  "So, I take it that what you really want is watch
porno to put us in the mood for having some fun together at home tonight?"

   "Exactly!  I feel super horny.  All I thought about today was your session
with Judy Nelson last night.  It's so cool the way you started to corrupt
her."  She sighed and began rubbing her tits through her button down shirt.
"God, maybe soon Judy will want to join us."

   "I wouldn't count on it," Gwen laughed.  "She might get her hair cut.  She
might even decide to sneak an occasional cigarette with me.  But I really
doubt Judy will ever become as totally debauched as you and me."

   Connie turned on the VCR and inserted the tape.  "Yeah, but a week ago I'd
have said the same about you, Gwen.  I never dreamed you'd make such rapid
progress.  You proved to be a great student.  So who knows?  Maybe Judy Nelson
will, too."

   The idea of conservative Judy Nelson giving in to the same urges that
motivated her to rebel _was_ a turn-on!  As Gwen considered that, she sat on
the couch beside Connie.  Video images began moving across the television
screen.  The opening credits rolled, with clips of actors and actresses in
various states of undress furiously fucking each other to the sound of raucous
rock and roll music.  The rapid-fire visual images were incredibly
stimulating.  She grinned wickedly.  God, Connie was right again.  This was
going to be fun!

   The video was called "Hot & Horny Suburban Wives."  It had very little
plot.  The premise seemed to be that Southern California housewives
continually and repeatedly indulge their sexual fantasies with pool cleaners,
repairmen, and each other.  Several of their trysts had groups of three or
more.  There was lots of moaning, groaning and, of course, fucking.

   Connie retrieved a pack of cigarettes and handed Gwen a Marlboro Light 100
before taking one for herself.  "I like to smoke while I watch this shit," she
smiled, offering the brunette a light.  "I assume you will, too."

   Gwen nodded.  These days she liked to smoke while doing anything,
especially if it was something naughty, like watching an X-rated movie.  She
returned the cigarette to her lips over and over as she watched the video's
main character, a gorgeous, well-endowed blond housewife named Christie,
seduce her pool cleaner and then get fucked by him in numerous physical
positions.  It wasn't great filmmaking, but Connie was right.  It quickly made
her horny.  She felt that familiar wetness growing between her legs.  She
wondered how long it'd be before she and Connie would be touching each other.

   On the screen, Christie transitioned to hosting a lunch gathering for
female friends.  All the women were dressed to kill, of course, and talked
openly about their sexual fantasies.  Soon, one by one, they paired off and
began disrobing each other.  For Gwen, the lesbian scene was more stimulating.
She liked seeing Christie, wearing only a sting of pearls and looking wicked
indeed, caressing one of her girlfriends and kissing her huge breasts.  Gwen
couldn't help herself.  She let her cigarette dangle from her lips, and began
touching her crotch.

   "God, I love seeing you touch yourself while you're smoking that way,"
Connie interrupted.  "It is _so_ fuckin' degenerate!  You're getting hot now,
aren't you, babe?"

   "Oh God, yeah," Gwen moaned, cigarette dangling.  "I sure as hell am!"

   On the television screen Christie's beautiful Mexican maid had
inadvertently stumbled onto the sexual feast.  Soon the Hispanic woman in her
maid's uniform was buck naked,  participating with the rest of the women in
frantic sexual high jinks.  With eyes fixed to the TV, Gwen relentlessly
dragged on her dangling cigarette, each time exhaling smoke from the corner of
her mouth before hitting on it again.  God, she was so ready!  She wanted
Connie, and right away, too.  She took her hand from her own crotch and put it
softly but firmly on her friend's leg.  Connie knew what that meant.

   "Good girl, Gwen," she happily groaned.  "This _is_ nice, isn't it?  This
video really sets the mood, doesn't it?  God, I love seeing people get it on
like this!  I'm glad you like it, too.  But of course, that doesn't surprise
me.  You've become quite the little vixen this last week, Gwen.  Now you're
nothing but a shameless slut, you little bitch!  And you love hearing me tell
you that, don't you?"  Connie squeezed Gwen's fingers, which rested on her
thigh, and moved closer.  "I'd kiss you right now, but I can't with that
cigarette hanging there like that."

   Gwen started to take it from her mouth, but Connie grabbed her hand before
she could.  "No, don't take it out," she instructed sternly.

   Instead Connie took the cigarette between her fingers.  Rather than taking
it from Gwen's lips, she simply shifted it from the center over to the side,
where it kept dangling from the corner of her mouth.  Then she leaned in and
began to gently kiss Gwen's lips on the other side.

   "I won't stop you from smoking, baby," Connie groaned.  "God, I'd _never_
do that!  No fuckin' way.  I love seeing you hopelessly addicted to nicotine.
I find it irresistible to see you smoke all the time like this, you bad girl!
It's such a turn-on for me!  So this way I can kiss you while you smoke, as
long as you don't mind getting some ashes on your lap and the couch."

   Gwen writhed in ecstasy.  "It's okay," she moaned.  "We can vacuum later."
She loved having her cigarette hang from the corner of her mouth while Connie
kissed and licked her lips on the other side.  Meanwhile, all the women on TV
were still going at it hot and heavy.  Their frantic groaning and moaning
reverberated from the speakers throughout the room.  "God, I want to do what
they're doing," Gwen mumbled in between Connie's kisses and her puffing.  "I
need you, baby."

   "And I need you, too," Connie urgently answered.  She unbuttoned Gwen's
shorts and slid them off.  Then she turned her attention to the skimpy
tank-top.  She lifted it over Gwen's head, careful not to disturb the
cigarette dangling from her lips.  Gwen now wore only her bra and panties.

   Gwen reciprocated and did the same to Connie.  She pulled off her shirt and
removed her slacks.  Unlike Gwen, Connie wore no bra.  Her taut, naked breasts
shone gloriously in the reflected light of the TV.  Her nakedness made Gwen
groan with eager anticipation.

   With her dangling cigarette burned to the filter, Gwen deposited it in a
nearby ashtray.  It continued to smolder as she and Connie touched and
caressed one another, adding their grunts and groans to the passionate sounds
coming from the TV.  Gwen's bra soon fell to the floor along with her panties.
Both girls were naked, caught up in the passion of the moment.  For Gwen, it
felt so good feeling Connie's hands massage her tits while she kissed her
frantically.  This was what she wanted.  She lived for this, the gloriously
sensual pleasure of indulging her insatiable sexual desires!

   She never heard the front door open, or the sound of footsteps coming
through the kitchen and into the doorway of her family room.

   "What on earth is going on in here?"

   Gwen and Connie stopped dead in their tracks and looked up.  It was Don!
He was standing in the doorway, carrying his briefcase, with a look of
disbelief on his astonished face.

   "I don't believe it," he muttered.  "This is absolutely unbelievable!"

   Gwen felt the blood drain from her face.  She turned white as a sheet.
Instinctively she reached for her tank-top and pulled it over her head, vainly
trying to hide her nakedness.

   "Oh my God, Don," she gasped.  "I am _so_ sorry!  You're not supposed to be
home for another week.  What are you doing here?"

   "That's not the important thing," he replied, setting his briefcase on the
floor and striding into the family room.  "The question is, what are _you_ two
doing?"

   "Uh, watching a movie," Connie blurted out.  She, too, grabbed her shirt
and thrust her arms through the sleeves, though she left it unbuttoned.
"That, and just playing, Donnie."

   The scene on the television screen had changed.  At that moment one of the
housewives had begun loudly humping a repairman in her kitchen.  Don's eyes
riveted on the X-rated film for a few seconds, his mouth hanging wide open.
Then he turned to his partially clad sister and wife.

   "Will one of you, or both of you, explain to me what's going on?"  His eyes
shifted to the ashtray on the table, which still contained Gwen's smoldering
cigarette.  "And who's been smoking in my house?"

   It was a rare, defining moment.  Gwen's life passed before her.  She was
dead; absolutely, definitively, dead in the water!  No way out.  No explaining
or rationalizing could lessen the fatal impact of what Don had just seen.  She
groaned.  She knew eventually she had to find some brilliant way to explain to
Don all the changes that had taken place, to her hair, to her clothes and
about her smoking.  But she never expected having to explain them all at once,
or needing to also explain her sexual entanglement with Connie.  She always
figured she'd keep it a secret.  She gulped.  It was time for bravery, to give
it her best shot.  As she began to speak, she imagined herself being thrown
out of the house and having to check into a hotel for the night; either that
or maybe moving in with Connie at her parents' house.

   "Don, you definitely deserve an explanation.  This is _not_ the way I
wanted to talk to you about this stuff.  But here goes."

   He stared straight at her.  "Go ahead.  I'm listening.  In fact, I'm all
ears."

   "This is your fault," she began earnestly.  "Connie moved in last Friday,
just like you wanted.  We started talking about how hypocritical our church
is.  I mean, the church and its leaders try to control women, to put us down."
She looked at Connie.  Her face registered no reaction.  "And _you_ try to
control me, too.  You tell me what to wear, where to go, what to think, and
how to act.  I'm sick of it.  Really sick, in fact."  She took a breath.
"Connie decided to leave the church, and after talking with her, I am, too.  I
can't live under their stupid rules anymore.  So with Connie's help, I decided
to try some new things."

   "Good move, Gwen," Connie complained.  "Go ahead and blame me!"

   "I'm not blaming you," she replied.  "The decisions were all mine.  You
just opened my eyes, and for that I'm forever grateful, whatever happens.
Anyway, Don, I'm sure you didn't know, but away at college this year Connie
started smoking.  When I was a teenager, before we got engaged, I used to
smoke.  Well, at first I made Connie smoke on the back porch.  But  I couldn't
take my eyes off her.  She seemed to be enjoying herself so much.  I
remembered what it was like.  Soon I decided I wanted a cigarette with her.  I
did it, and liked it.  So now I've decided I'm going to start smoking again."
She paused.  "Actually, I _have_ started smoking again, and I won't quit,
either!"

   He shook his head.  "Well, smoking's not the most serious thing I noticed
when I walked in the door tonight."

   "Yeah, I know," Gwen sighed.  "I'm coming to that.  So Connie and I made a
list of all the stupid rules our church and its leaders use to repress women.
I decided to break every single one while you were gone.  I got my hair cut,
and I bought myself some new clothes, clothes that _I_ like, for a change."

   "That doesn't explain why you're watching an X-rated movie and fooling
around with my sister, for God's sake!"

   "Right.  I'll get to that in a second.  So anyway, I liked the new me.  I
liked looking sexy for a change, and I liked being a smoker again.  I also
like having a beer when I feel like it.  But the sex thing -.  Well, again,
it's your damn fault."  She watched him wince as she used the `d' word.
"Connie told me about your dad's stash of girlie magazines, how you used to
look at them secretly while you were growing up.  She bet me you had some
hidden here in our house.  I didn't believe it, but we went downstairs to your
workbench and found them."  She pointed to a stack of Playboys on the coffee
table.  "Don, I was pissed!  I couldn't believe that you talked about sexual
purity, following the church party line, and the whole time were leering at
beautiful naked women behind my back.  I felt violated, and I decided you
deserve to be punished.  That's why Miss June is hanging on our refrigerator,
to continue to remind me what you've done."

   "So all this is some sort of weird retribution directed at me?"

   "Not really," she admitted.  "See, very soon the idea of punishing you
disappeared from my radar screen.  Connie's been a bad influence."  The blond
girl scowled..  "Sorry, Connie, but it's true."  She turned back to Don.
"She's gotten wild.  She didn't just leave the church.  She deserted it, and
in the process she threw out everything she was taught.  So after I found your
Playboys, Connie introduced me to some new sexual experiences.  But that's not
the point.  The point is, I liked them; all of them!  I like looking sexy and
having men try to pick me up.  I like touching myself, playing with myself,
and getting off.  I like the feelings I get from sex, and now I like sex with
women, too.  All of it makes me feel good.  You were busy jerking off with
your magazines and loving it, but I've been sexually frustrated, repressed by
the church's stupid teachings.  But no more.  I'm fuckin' done with that
life!"

   "I see," Don nodded.  He was almost too quiet.  "But I still don't
understand why you're fucking my sister."

   "Because I love doing it," Gwen spat back.  "It feels good.  I love what
Connie does for me, the way she makes me feel, and the person she's helping me
become.  I never expected it to happen, but yeah, we've been sleeping
together.  We give each other pleasure.  I like that, Don.  It's a hell of a
lot more than I ever got from you!"  She paused, awaiting his response.  He
continued to sit stone cold still, so she went on.  "I don't blame you if you
never want to speak to me, or see my face, again.  But I don't care.  It's
over!  I don't want to be the person I was back when you were controlling me.
I'm someone else now, and I like the new me.  Connie likes the new me, too.
You can throw us both out if you want.  I don't fuckin' care!"

   Don sat expressionless, as if he didn't know exactly what to say.  Then he
did something shocking.  At first Gwen thought she imagined it.  He smiled.
He smiled, and he slowly began to clap his hands.

   "Bravo, Gwen.  Bravo!  A truly wonderful performance.  Really, it's a
fuckin' great presentation!"

   She looked at him, not understanding what he possibly meant.

   "I mean it, Gwen.  I'm proud of you.  I couldn't have planned it better if
I choreographed every step, which I sort of did, actually."

   "What -?  What are you talking about?"

   Connie got up from the couch.  She, too, was now smiling.  She walked to
Don's side and kissed him on the cheek.  Then she put her arm over his
shoulder and hugged him while standing by his side.  "God, I told you it'd
work, Donnie.  Didn't I predict this?  Didn't I?"

   He laughed.  "Yeah, you sure did, Connie.  You are a genius, a regular
fuckin' genius!"

   Then Don did something else.  He turned towards Connie and kissed her; not
on the cheek, like a brother, but full on the lips, passionately, the way
someone kisses a lover.

   Connie shot Gwen an evil glance.  "I don't know about you guys, but right
now I could sure use a cigarette!"  She sauntered across the room to get the
pack of Marlboro Lights 100's.  She put one in her mouth and lit up.  "Mmm,
that's nice," she sighed contentedly.  "Do you want one, Donnie?"

   "Yes, please," he grinned.

   Connie sashayed back and put a cigarette between her brother's lips.  Gwen
watched in bewilderment as Connie clicked the lighter, and lit Don up.

   Gwen was completely befuddled as her husband dragged on the cigarette and
exhaled.  "What the fuck -?  Will one of you please tell me what in the hell
is going on?"

   Don laughed devilishly.  "That's supposed to be _my_ line, Gwen.  But
Connie and I've had enough fun at your expense.  Sis, I think it's time we
explain what's been going on this last week.  Don't you agree?"

   Connie was in the middle of a long hard drag.  She nodded as she inhaled
smoke deep into her chest.  Her blouse was still unbuttoned, and her breasts
intermittently peeked out from inside.  "Yeah, Donnie, it's time."  She tipped
her head to release a stream of smoke into the air.  "I think Gwen's finally
ready to hear the truth."

   Don sat down, still holding the cigarette.  "Gwen, the whole thing was a
set-up, right from the start.  I wasn't sure how long it'd be till we could
tell you.  But based on your passionate speech a minute ago, I think you're
finally ready to hear it."

   Dumbfounded, Gwen collapsed onto the couch, still trying to figure out what
was happening.  "God, I'm all ears."  Set up?  It made no sense.  And why
wasn't Don mad?

   "Six months ago I visited Connie at school.  Remember?"

   Gwen nodded.  She did remember.

   "It happened after Dad died," Don went on.  "I was pretty down, if you
remember.  I got there that weekend, and Connie admitted she'd started
smoking.  At first, I was upset.  But seeing Connie and her roommates smoke
did something to me.  I can't explain it.  It was like it clicked something
`on' that I couldn't control.  It turned me on."

   "Her smoking?"

   "Yeah, well, it was all of them, not just Connie," he smiled.  "You're
right about Connie becoming wild.  She was completely out of control.  I
learned she was having sex with her girlfriends.  Like I said, at first it
freaked me out, but like you, I could see she was having a great time.  It was
a lot more fun than I was having," he added wistfully.

   "So anyway, Connie and her friends noticed me staring at `em when they
smoked.  To be honest, I couldn't take my eyes off of them.  The sight of
their smoking had me spellbound."  He smiled at his sister.  "Connie's pretty
smart.  She immediately realized what was going on."

   "Which was?"

   "I have a smoking fetish.  Smoking turns me on.  I love pretty girls
smoking.  And Connie's apartment was full of pretty girls, all of `em
constantly puffing.  That, combined with the other blatant sexual stuff going
on, got me super hard, despite my efforts to hide it.  So, my second night
there, they seduced me."

   "Your own sister seduced you?"

   He smiled.  "You have to remember, I was adopted.  My parents never thought
they'd have a biological child of their own.  Connie was a late-in-life
surprise.  We're not physically related.  But yeah, to answer the question,
she seduced me.  To be blunt, I fucked her that night."

   Gwen was stunned.  "Oh my God!  You fucked your sister?"  She looked
angrily at Connie.  "How in the hell could you do such a thing?"

   With a smirk, Connie laughed.  "Easy, the same way I could suck my
sister-in-law's clit, honey.  It wasn't hard.  If I want something, I go get
it.  I don't care what people think.  Seeing Donnie turned on by my smoking
turned _me_ on.  I wanted to fuck him, so I did."  She shrugged and giggled.
"Actually, we did.  It was a group effort.  I did it with my roommates."

   Gwen shook her head.  This was unbelievable!

   Don went on.  "I had a conversion, sort of like you did this week with
Connie.  I never knew what I was missing.  Sex isn't dirty, something we do
only because we're commanded to procreate and populate the planet.  Sex is a
source of great pleasure.  After fucking Connie and her friends, I was frankly
hooked.  I wanted more sex.  I had to have it, and I didn't care who thought
it was wrong.  There was just one problem," he smiled.  "You, Gwen."

   "Me?"

   "Yeah, you.  Back when we got married, you turned your back on your old
wild lifestyle.  Somehow I had to convince you that monogamy and the other
conservative shit our church teaches is all fucked up.  But if I told you what
happened, you'd go straight to the preacher and the elders, and I'd lose you.
I didn't want that.  I loved indulging my new sexual appetites, but I didn't
want to lose you.  I still love you."

   He paused to hit on his cigarette.  "I haven't been able to smoke much
myself, but I'm sure learning to enjoy it," he sighed, exhaling a cloud of
smoke.  "By the way, hon, do you want a cigarette, too?  Connie, give Gwen
one.  I'd like to see her smoke, and I think she needs it!"

   Incredulous, Gwen accepted an unlit cigarette from Connie.  Her blond
sister-in-law clicked her lighter and lit Gwen up, too.

   Connie nodded.  "There!  Doesn't that feel better, babe?  Yeah, you know it
does!  There's nothing quite like nicotine to take the edge off the tension
you're feeling right now."

   It was true.  Gwen was glad to have smoke in her lungs.  She double-pumped
and filled her chest with sweet, fragrant, tobacco smoke.  "Yeah," she
whimpered.  "It feels good."

   "Of course it feels good," Don interjected.  "That's the point.  But I had
to get you to believe it was _your_ idea to smoke, that you _wanted_ to ditch
the shitty teaching the Baptists put in your head."  He dragged on his
Marlboro.  "By the way, I visited Connie many more times the last few months.
Some you knew about, some you didn't.  Each time I visited her, we fucked,
usually with her friends joining us.  God, honey, it was so enjoyable!  I
wanted you to learn for yourself, first hand, how great promiscuous sex can
be.  That's why I wanted you and Connie to sleep together, so she could show
you."

   "But wait, the Playboys -," Gwen began.  "What about the Playboys?"

   "Planted," Connie cut in.  "I hid them in Donnie's workbench the night I
got here.  You see, we planned this scam for months.  He bought the magazines
and saved `em, with the idea that I'd lead you to them as soon as he left.  I
figured it'd royally piss you off.  It did, didn't it?"

   Gwen slowly nodded.  She raised her cigarette to her lips and dragged once
more.

   "Yeah, Connie and I planned it all," Don smiled.  "My business trip got
canceled, and then Phil had his accident.  I called Connie.  It was
providential, time to seize the moment, to start our plan to corrupt you.  We
knew you smoked in high school.  We figured Connie would be able to entice you
to smoke with her.  And she did.  Then she drew up that list of rules, hoping
to seduce you into breaking them all.  But God, Gwen, we never imagined it'd
happen so fast, that you'd be such an enthusiastic and eager apprentice," he
laughed wickedly.  "I had to come home early, to see what our evil little plan
had produced; my conservative religious wife, completely debauched, smoking,
drinking beer and watching a porno flick while she made love to my sister.
Honest, Gwen, honey, it's like a dream come true!"

   "A set up?"  Gwen shook her head, still trying to digest the truth.  "It
was all a fuckin' set up?  All of it?  God!  I thought I was reacting to how
you controlled me.  But you arranged the whole damn thing, to trick me to
rebel against the church and its teachings, all so you could fuck your little
sister?"

   "Yeah, that's it.  If I asked you to experiment sexually and smoke, I knew
you'd throw me out on my ass.  So I purposely became as irritating as possible
in controlling you, treating you like a zero, and appealing to the church's
teachings while I did it.  I knew it'd piss you off, and obviously, it did.
Then I had Connie do the dirty work.  By the way, she's damn good at it, isn't
she?"  Gwen slowly nodded, and he went on.  "You thought you were starting up
a relationship with Connie, that you two were going to fuck behind my back
from now on.  But actually, we wanted to seduce you, to draw you into our own
incestuous little relationship, and make it a threesome."

   "Here's what he means, Gwen baby," Connie grinned.  "We're inviting you to
join us.  Donnie and I will continue to fuck each other; that won't change.
But we hope you'll join us and form a troika, like in that delicious porno
movie.  Three-ways are hot; incredibly hot, really."  She sat down on Don's
knee and began forcefully stroking his crotch.  "And Donnie gets off watching
us smoke, Gwen.  He really wanted you to smoke.  That's why he dreamed all
this up.  So that makes it even better," she giggled wickedly.  "It's perfect,
Gwen.  We'll be together, just like we wanted.  The only difference is, Donnie
will be here with us."  She leaned over and kissed him again on the mouth.
"It'll be fuckin' sweet!"

   Gwen shook her head.  "Let's get this straight.  For six months you were
fucking behind my back.  Right?"  They nodded.  "You wanted to corrupt me, so
I'd join you?"  Again they agreed.  "But Don, how in the hell did you make it
back early from your business trip?"

   ":Like I said, the business trip got canceled.  I've been at a hotel all
week, continuing to work at the office.  Every time I called it was from my
cell phone, so you wouldn't know I was still in town.  But this morning Connie
called me and suggested I come over and `interrupt' you in the middle of your
lovemaking.  She planned to get you going with this movie, and she figured
it'd be fun if I surprised you while you were fucking on the couch.  I
couldn't resist playing the wounded husband.  I hope you're not mad."

   "God, I don't know what I am," she admitted.  She paused to light another
cigarette.  Meanwhile, Connie continued to fondle her brother.  Gwen finally
forced a smile.  "God, I thought _I_ was the rogue, the scoundrel, the bad
girl.  But both you guys are much worse!"  She dragged on her cigarette,
receiving the blissful presence of smoke in her lungs again.  "Tell met this,
Connie.  Is there any line you won't cross?"

   Connie considered the question for a moment, while Don played with her
breasts inside her open shirt.  "Nope," she proclaimed proudly.  "None.  I'm
totally depraved, and I'm proud of it.  Like I said from the start, Gwen, I
love pleasure.  I'm so fuckin' glad to finally ditch all the repressed shit I
was brought up believing.  But you are, too.  I know you are.  So, I hope
you'll join in with us."  She kissed Don while rubbing his cock through his
pants.  She looked back at Gwen with an evil grin.  "And if you do, the three
of us will have a great time.  You see, two's company, but believe me, three's
a whole fuck-load of fun!"

   Connie pulled Don up from his chair.  She forced him to the couch while
touching and playing with him.  Don responded in kind, forcefully massaging
her big tits inside her wide open blouse.  They both glanced back at Gwen, and
kissed each other passionately.

   Gwen shook her head.  "You guys are fuckin' unbelievable!  I should be
pissed as hell that you've been cheating on me, Don, and with your sister, for
God's sake.  Even if Connie's not your biological sister, for Christ's sake,
it's still incest!"

   Connie kissed Don again.  "Oh Gwen, don't be such a pussy.  You know what
they say:  Incest is best!"  She cackled and once more thrust her hand up
against Don's hard cock.

   Amazingly, the sight of Connie fondling her husband didn't seem offensive
to Gwen.  In fact, she had to admit, it really turned her on.  Connie was
right.  This _was_ what she wanted.  There was no reason to be pissed at Don
for doing this to her.  In truth, he did her a favor.  She didn't mind him
being as debauched as she was.  She actually rather looked forward to what it
could mean.

   With a sigh, Gwen sat down by them on the couch.  She still held her
cigarette.  "So three's a whole fuck-load of fun, huh?" she asked.  She
learned over and slowly kissed Connie on the mouth, then Don.  She smiled
cold-bloodedly.  "God damn, Connie, you know what?  You did fuckin' good," she
whispered with a lecherous grin.  "Yeah, really fuckin' good.  You, too, Don.
Shit!  I hate to admit this, but I really, really like the idea of being bad
with you.  Shit, it's completely immoral and indecent.  But you know what?
Who gives a fuck?  It sounds great!"

   She put her cigarette in her mouth and pulled her tank-top over her head,
exposing her naked breasts.  Her nipples were hard, and the wetness between
her legs was returning full force.  "You know what, Don?  Connie and I were
just getting into it when you interrupted us.  We weren't done, and I'm still
horny as hell.  So I think you _should_ join us, and Connie and I should
definitely finish what we started.  Are you up for that, Don, dear?"  He
nodded, and Gwen put her hand over top of Connie's, which was firmly planted
directly over his bulging cock..

   Gwen laughed as Connie unzipped Don's trousers.  She took a last drag on
her cigarette and put it in the ashtray.  She exhaled smoke directly into
Don's face.  He shivered with delight, and she laughed.  All three of them
began kissing and caressing.  Gwen sighed.  God, if this was corruption, then
she definitely wanted more!

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