The Night to Remember, Part 4

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THE NIGHT TO REMEMBER

4.	The Plot (and the Smoke) Thickens.

   Dinner that night was pleasant.  Tina and Jennifer worked well in tandem
in the kitchen fixing dinner.  Tina was clearly in charge but seemed to enjoy
Jennifer's company and assistance.  Amazingly, Tina didn't seem offended by
Jennifer smoking alongside her as they prepared the food.  Tom figured it was
a sure sign they truly hit it off.  He wasn't sure how he felt about that.
The idea of his wife being good buddies with a girl he once slept with seemed
too weird.

   Jennifer smoked constantly while she and Tina fixed dinner and again
afterwards as the four of them sat together sharing glasses of red wine.  Tom
wasn't used to seeing Tina drink so much.  She had several glasses of wine
before dinner and several more afterward.  It probably contributed to her
lack of complaining about Jennifer smoking.  Meanwhile, the relentless aroma
of her smoke in the air of the vacation house began to get to him.  God, he
wanted a cigarette so bad!  It was like he was being purposely tortured.  But
the worst part was he couldn't complain or tell anyone.  So he suffered in
silence.

   Tina raised her third glass of wine after dinner and finished it off.
"Hey Tom, you and Jennifer haven't had any time together.  She and I had a
great time this afternoon."  She turned to Bill.  "Hey Bill, what say you
and I head to town to pick up some desert, maybe ice cream?  That'll give
Tom and Jennifer a chance to spend time together and get to know each other."

   "That sounds good to me," Jennifer eagerly agreed before Tom could say
anything.  "Yeah, I'd love to spend time with just Tom.  So you guys go on
into town to pick up some desert.  Take your time.  I know Tom and I will
enjoy getting to know each other without you."

   Tina gave Tom a kiss.  "Be good, Tom.  After all, she is a beautiful
woman.  Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she giggled tipsily.

   "I'm not sure you should drive, honey.  You've had a lot more to drink
today than usual.  Jennifer and I can spend time together tomorrow."

   "Nonsense, Tom," Bill interrupted.  "I'll drive.  I hold my liquor a
hell of a lot better than Tina does.  I agree; I want you and Jennifer to get
to know each other.  This'll be a good time for the two of you to bond, just
like Tina and Jennifer did this afternoon."

   Tina had her purse in hand and stood by the door.  "I'm ready, Bill,"
she grinned.  Her words were slightly slurred.  "You drive and I'll
navigate.  We'll get there eventually," she laughed.  With that, they left.

   Jennifer turned to Tom.  "It's just you and me now."  She picked up a
familiar gold pack from the table in front of her and held it up.  "I'm
still smoking Benson & Hedges 100's, Tommy.  It's your old brand.  Or
should I say your current brand?"  She shook out a cigarette and put it in
her mouth.  She lit it up.  Removing it, she held it out for him.  "Here,
honey, take it.  They'll never know."

   "Jenny, I can't."

   "Sure you can.  Hell, your lovely blond wife's so goddamn drunk tonight
that she'll never even notice the smell of smoke on your breath when she
gets back.  And you want it _so_ bad, Tommy.  I know you do.  You drooled
every time I lit up all day.  So this is your big chance, baby.  Now's the
time.  Go ahead and take it.  You've gone way too long without a cigarette!"

   Her long slender fingers held the smoldering Benson & Hedges out to him.
Momentarily he wavered.  God, it smelled inviting.  And he did want it.  But
he didn't budge.

   Jenny let out a resigned sigh.  "God damn it, Tommy, if you're gonna be
difficult -."  She got up and walked around his chair.  From behind him she
lowered the cigarette down and forcefully inserted it into his lips.  "Now
drag on it for me, honey," she cooed seductively into his ear.  "Let me see
you take a nice big long drag on it, baby, for your old lover Jenny!"

   The cigarette rested in his mouth.  He could no longer resist the
temptation to smoke it.  He sealed his lips over the white filter and drew on
the dangling cigarette, lightly at first, but then much harder and longer.

   Jennifer giggled with excitement.  "Ooh, that's nice, Tommy.  Yeah, very
nice.  God, I just love seeing you smoke like that.  I love seeing the
temptation to smoke a cigarette overtake you.  Always did, you know, and
always will, too," she went on alluringly.  From her pack she got out
another B&H for herself.  She lit it up and exhaled in his direction.  "Last
time we were together I told you you'd never be able to quit," she reminded
him as she gently began to rub his back.  "And you didn't, did you?  You
kept smoking even though Tina doesn't know.  And you still love it, too,
don't you?  Admit it, honey.  Tell good old Jenny that you still love to
smoke!"

   In the midst of releasing an exhale he simply sat silently in his chair.

   Then she did something that shocked him.  "I'll make you tell me the
truth, baby," she said in a slightly menacing tone.  She circled around,
knelt on the ground in front of him and leaned in to kiss him.  "Tell Jenny
the truth, Tommy," she ordered.  "Tell me that you still love to smoke
cigarettes with me just as much as you ever did."

   "God, Jenny, this time this really isn't smart," he objected, wiping
her lipstick from his mouth.  "I'm married and you're engaged to my best
friend.  We can't fool around like we did last time.  Things were different
then."

   "Yeah?  And exactly _how_ were they different, Tommy?  I'll tell you
how.  In those days you were still under the illusion that you loved Tina.
Now you know better.  You don't love her anymore if you ever did.  You
simply put up with her.  That's all.  If anything it'll be more honest for
you and me to fuck tonight than it was when we last did it 18 months ago."

   "You're wrong, Jenny.  I love Tina -."

   "Baby, don't give me that stupid crap.  I saw how you were with Tina
right after you and she finished fucking this afternoon.  I also remember
what you were like right after we did it last time.  Big difference, honey.
Huge!  She didn't satisfy you, not the way I did.  Any idiot could tell that
by looking at you today."  Still on her knees in front of his chair she
dragged hard on her cigarette.  "You know what I think?  I think you need a
smoky kiss, Tommy," she whispered seductively.  She locked her lips onto
his.  "It's what you really want right this minute!"

   She gave him a kiss as simultaneously she exhaled the smoke in her lungs
into his mouth.  With no resistance left, he kissed her back.  She cackled.
"That's more like it, Tommy," she groaned.  "Look, they'll be gone at
least 45 minutes.  It's a 20 minute drive to the store in town.  If we hurry
we can have a wonderful time fucking.  What do you say?"

   "God, I don't know, Jenny," he groaned, but it was a lie because he did
know.  He wanted it.  He wanted her!  He wanted to smoke cigarettes with her
like before, but mostly he desperately wanted to fuck her.  He wrapped his
arms around her and held her close.  "I never thought I'd see you again,"
he moaned quietly.  "You're right, Jenny.  I don't give a shit if this is
a mistake.  I want to fuck you right now!"

   "Excellent, Tommy," she laughed.  "Look, Bill's a great fuck and a
shit-load of fun.  But he doesn't smoke.  It's not the same with him.
I've never had it as good as that night with you.  Never.  But now tonight I
can have what I want all over again.  If we play our cards right, baby, we
can fuck a bunch of times this weekend.  And right now that's the only
fuckin' thing I want!"

   She led him into her bedroom since, as she pointed out, she had several
ashtrays in the room.  With no apology they simultaneously doffed their
clothes and entangled themselves on the sheets with ashtrays strategically
placed on either side.  They both smoked while sharing a passionate session
of what Tina would call lovemaking but what Jenny simply called fucking.  No
matter what it was called, for Tom it was heavenly.  Despite his earlier
episode with his wife he felt horny as hell.  With one eye on the clock he
quickly and passionately unloaded into Jenny.  She came simultaneously with
his orgasm and screamed her own desperate pleasure while he did the same.

   Afterward they laid together both smoking on the bed.  She was the first
to speak.

   "God, Tommy, that was fuckin' great!  I mean it.  Maybe now things are
different enough that you and I should think seriously about this.  I mean,
do you really want to stay married to that stupid nonsmoking blond bitch?"

   He was flabbergasted.  "What do you mean, Jenny?"

   "Just what I said.  She's a bitch, Tommy, a total bitch.  Oh, sure, Tina
may be cute but she's simply not a smoker.  And I know she can't do for you
what I can in bed.  So how about if I dump Bill and you split from Tina?  We
can hook up and finally get it right.  Hell, we should've done it 18 months
ago!"

   He drew thoughtfully on his cigarette.  "God, you're serious, aren't
you?  You mean it?"

   Jenny hit on her B&H.  "Sure I'm serious.  Why shouldn't I be?  You and
I, we're perfect for each other, baby.  No one's ever fucked me like you
do.  I like Bill, but though I'm trying like hell I doubt I'll ever
convince him to become a smoker."  She giggled wickedly as she exhaled.
"You see, Tommy, Bill doesn't know, but that's been my plan all along.
I'll never marry him unless he starts smoking.  I can't.  Shit, I can't
live with a fuckin' nonsmoker, for God's sake.  So as much as I like him
I'll never marry him if he doesn't become a smoker.  And despite his
enthusiasm for me, which is obvious, I'm not sure I'll ever talk him into
it.  But you, Tommy," she grinned deviously.  "You I don't need to change.
You already love to smoke almost as much as I do.  So why shouldn't we take
advantage of the situation?  Fate brought us back together this weekend.
Let's not fuck it up this time like we did 18 months ago!"

   "God, Jenny, I don't know.  You're the best fuck I've ever had, and
that includes my wife.  Tina's never been as good as you are in bed.  But
today she said she finally wants to change, that she wants to learn to loosen
up and make our sex life more exciting.  I feel like I ought to at least give
her a chance.  Plus, Bill's my best friend.  I'm not sure I could live with
myself if I stole his girl away from him."

   Through the smoky haze Jenny stared him straight in the eyes.  "But
Tommy, poor Tina will never become the smoker that you want and you need.
Plus, Bill and Tina want us to spend tons of time alone this weekend,
supposedly so we can get to know each other," she giggled.  "So we'll have
lots of opportunities to do this again.  Just think about it, honey.  We
don't have to decide this minute.  But I'll definitely be hoping that you
decide to dump the bitch!"

   He looked at the clock and sat up.  "We should get dressed.  They'll be
back soon.  If we aren't careful they'll catch us.  Then we won't need to
think about it.  It'll happen automatically and everything will be screwed."

   She pulled him back onto the bed.  "If that happened, Tommy, I wouldn't
give a shit because my mind's already made up.  I know what I want.  I want
you.  But take your time.  I'll be ready to share cigarettes and more with
you all weekend long to help you decide, baby."

   He kissed her on the mouth.  He loved the smoky residue on her breath.
"Yeah, I know you will," he grinned wickedly.  "I will think about it.  I
promise.  Just give me some time."

   "Take all the time you need, Tommy.  God, I can't wait to open my legs
for you again.  But next time I want us to have more time so we can savor the
experience of fucking together.  It's so much better with you than with
Bill!"

   Tom and Jennifer got dressed and settled down innocently in the living
room to wait.  Bill and Tina eventually returned from the store with a carton
of ice cream and the four of them shared bowls of ice cream along with
another glass of wine before finally heading off to bed.

   Tom was surprised how much Tina had had to drink by the time they retired.
The last glass of wine totally finished her off.  She was drunk when they
retreated to their room.  He was glad, though, because when Tina got drunk
she fell asleep quickly and slept very soundly.  That meant he didn't need
to worry about reprising their earlier sexual escapade.  The unexpected
excitement of fucking Jenny that evening had made him even less interested
than usual in doing it again with straitlaced Tina.

   Unlike his wife, Tom couldn't sleep.  He kept pondering Jenny's proposal
and turning it over in his head.  It was true that he wasn't happy with his
marriage.  He'd grown bored with Tina's sexual performance and he
absolutely hated sneaking around to smoke.  He sighed.  It _would_ be great
to be able to smoke openly again.  Hell, if he and Jenny did move in together
he'd undoubtedly smoke more than ever.  That idea excited him.  Smoking with
Jenny and sharing her unashamed, virtually limitless dedication to nicotine
sounded oddly appealing as he laid in bed beside the snoring Tina.  He tossed
and turned for what seemed like an eternity, unable to sleep.  Finally he
looked at the clock by the side of his bed.  It was two in the morning.

   Lying silently in the dark he suddenly realized what he wanted.  He wanted
a cigarette!  Perhaps Jenny left an open pack out in the living room.  If so
he could sneak a quick smoke.  Tina, totally unconscious, would never be the
wiser.  Daringly he decided to risk it.

   Dressed in his boxers and a tee shirt he quietly walked into the dark
living room.  He looked around nervously.  Bingo!  On the table beside the
chair where Jenny sat earlier was an open pack of Benson & Hedges 100's.
And it was beckoning to him.  He quickly shook out a cigarette and began
searching for a lighter.  Unfortunately she didn't leave one behind.
Resourcefully he tip-toed to the kitchen and turned on a burner on the stove.
It was electric, not gas, so he had to wait for it to glow.  Once it did he
leaned over, ignited the cigarette and turned it off.  He took a powerful
drag and sucked the smoke deep into his lungs.  God, it felt good!

   Exhaling happily, he returned to the living room to sit down in the same
chair Jenny vacated earlier.  The ashtray on the table beside him contained
so many butts that another one would never be noticed.  He hit on his
cigarette and enjoyed the sensation of pulling smoke inside his hungry body,
hungry for nicotine, that is.  As he exhaled he heard quiet steps approaching
from the direction of Bill and Jenny's room.  He froze.

   "Well, hello there, stranger," declared a feminine voice.  "I see you
needed exactly the same thing I do, some good old fashioned nicotine
refreshment."  He heard the click of a lighter.  Jenny was lighting up a
cigarette, which momentarily illuminated her pretty face.  Once the flame was
gone the end of her cigarette continued to burn bright orange while she took
an extended first drag.  "God, you're quite courageous tonight, aren't
you, Tommy boy?" she laughed quietly.  "You're actually smoking out here
in the living room!"

   "God, Jenny, you scared me!  What the hell are you doing out here at this
hour?"

   "I always need to smoke a cigarette or two in the middle of the night,"
Jenny patiently explained with a wry grin.  She wore a skimpy little
nightgown that barely covered up her ass.  "I can't go all night without
feeding my habit.  Although Bill's used to me smoking he doesn't like me
smoking in bed beside him.  So when my usual middle of the night cravings hit
I leave our bedroom and enjoy a couple cigarettes by myself far away from the
poor nonsmoking fool."  She drew long and hard on her B&H.  "God, it's
nice to smoke in the middle of the night, isn't it, Tommy?"

   "Uh, I couldn't sleep.  I had to do something.  Tina was drunk enough
when she went to bed that she'll sleep through anything tonight.  I figured
it was worth the risk."

   "And it's a very nice risk, isn't it?"  She smirked and sat down
beside him.  "I'll share this ashtray with you if you don't mind," she
giggled, tapping an ash into it.  "Just think, Tommy.  Once we ditch Bill
and Tina we can do this every single night," she went on with a satisfied
sigh.  "Except that once we're together we'll combine fucking with our
incessant smoking, won't we?"  She leaned over to give him a gentle kiss.

   He didn't resist.  He smiled.  "I've been thinking about what you said,
Jenny.  That's why I couldn't sleep.  I can't get the idea out of my
mind."

   In the darkness Jenny released a thin stream of smoke from her lips.  She
grinned broadly.  "Good, Tommy.  That's great.  And we should do it, too.
We really should.  Fuck them.  Fuck both of them.  Why shouldn't you and I
be really happy?  We fuckin' deserve it!"

   "The thing is, I'd feel so guilty.  I just got a promotion at work,
which means I won't have to travel on business nearly as often now.  Tina's
been waiting for this to happen ever since we got married.  It seems terrible
to leave her just when her dream is finally gonna come true."

   Jenny leaned her head on his shoulder.  "Tommy, just think a second.
Tina's thinks she's unhappy because you travel too much.  Right?"  He
nodded as she drew on her cigarette.  "She thinks she wants you around more.
But you've never tried being together all week every week.  So it may not
work," she said definitively, streaming smoke in the process.

   "I don't get it.  What do you mean?"

   "I mean, Tina should be careful what she wishes for.  She might get it
and find out it's not what she wants at all.  She thinks she wants to be
with you.  But your marriage might not survive if you spent all your time
together."  She hit on her B&H with a wicked grin.  "Look, neither of you
knows if it'll be a good thing or a fuckin' disaster to have you in town
all the time.  After all, Tina's gotten used to being by herself.  You have,
too.  So you might find out more togetherness doesn't work for you guys.
You might hate it, and in the process hate each other even more than you do
now."

   "God, I never thought of that," Tom slowly admitted.  "You're right.
We do drive each other crazy sometimes."

   "Another thing," she smirked.  "Being home means you'll never be able
to smoke like you could when you traveled all the time.  You won't like that
very much, will you, Tommy?"

   "No, I won't.  I'm already worried about that."

   Jenny grinned.  "After you're home all the time there's a good chance
you and Tina will eventually fall apart.  Maybe a _very_ good chance.  But if
we hook up that won't matter.  Tina will just be a bad memory.  You and I
may or may not get along, but I think chances are damn good that we will.  I
think we'll be fine together.  Shit, Tommy, we have great sex and we both
love to smoke.  On the other hand, you can never smoke with Tina and you
aren't exactly crazy about how she performs in bed."  She shrugged.  "The
choice should be fuckin' easy!"  She took a last drag off her cigarette and
crushed it in the ashtray, having finished just ahead of Tom.

   "I don't know, Jenny.  You're making it sound awfully enticing."

   The brunette laughed, releasing the residuals of her final exhale from the
cigarette.  "It doesn't just _sound_ enticing, Tommy.  It _is_ enticing.
We should do it.  Definitely!"  She paused.  "I'm gonna have another
one," she grinned casually.  "Join me?"

   He put out his spent cigarette in the ashtray beside his companion's
still smoldering butt.  "Oh, I don't know, Jenny," he waffled.

   "Coward," she laughed.  Tom wouldn't be able to resist the temptation
to smoke another one and she knew it.  So she shook her pack, forcing two
white filters to protrude.  Taking one of them between her long slender
fingers she put the cigarette up to her mouth.  She held out the gold pack.
The other cigarette still dangled out of it.  He let out a sigh and slowly
took it.

   "Good boy," she said gleefully with a tantalizing little laugh.
Clicking her lighter she lit up the cigarette between her lips.  "I just
knew you weren't done," she teased mercilessly, as smoke gushed from her
lips around her dangling cigarette.  She kept holding out the light.  At last
he leaned in to catch it.  She laughed again as he took his first drag.
"Shit, you couldn't be done, Tommy.  Because you're like me.  You _always_
need one more cigarette!"

   "I do like to smoke," he admitted with a grin while exhaling.  "And I
especially like smoking with you."

   "I know," she giggled.  "It's why we belong together, Tommy."  She
nuzzled up against him.  "So, do you want to fuck?"

   "Here?"

   "Sure, why the hell not?" she said in a tantalizing whisper.  "Bill and
Tina are both asleep.  So we can enjoy a little quickie right here, right
now."  She put her hand on his lap and took hold of his stiffening cock.
"My hunger for sex is just like my appetite for nicotine, baby.  Both are
fuckin' insatiable!"

   He nervously hit on his cigarette.  "No, it's too risky, Jenny.  It'd
be too easy to make noise and inadvertently wake them up."

   "Yeah, true.  But the risk of getting caught makes it more exciting,"
she giggled impishly.  She worked his erect member through his boxers.  "How
about just a little quick fuck, Tommy?  Come on, what do you say?"

   He groaned.  "If we get caught then we're screwed," he protested.

   "No, Tommy.  It doesn't matter if they catch us.  That's because before
long we're gonna tell `em all about us anyhow.  So come on, don't fight
it.  You know I'm right.  It's gonna happen.  We're gonna wind up leaving
this place together by the end of the weekend."  Jerking on his cock with
her right hand, she lifted her cigarette up to her mouth with her left one.
After an especially long drag she pulled a deposit of smoke deep inside her
chest.  "I think the danger of my little idea is turning you on big-time,
baby.  Don't deny it.  You know it's true."

   It was.  Tom felt extraordinarily excited by the opportunity to fuck Jenny
while both Bill and Tina slept innocently close by.  "Okay, you win,
Jenny," he whispered at last.  "But we have to be quiet as mice.  Agreed?"

   Agreed," she giggled.  Pulling down her panties she waited for him to
remove his boxers.  With her cigarette between her lips she got up and stood
in front of him.  She sat down on his lap facing him, and with her hands
directed his rock hard cock into position.  "Yeah, here we go," she groaned
eagerly as she felt his member touch her wet pussy.  "Now give pretty little
Jenny a real good fuck, Tommy, baby," she whispered quietly.  She gasped as
his member entered her.  "Oh God, that's nice.  Ooh yeah," she went on as
he began to thrust and she rocked in rhythm.

   She dragged on her cigarette before finally taking it from her lips.  She
leaned in to kiss him, forcefully directing her smoke into his mouth.
Slender tendrils simultaneously squirted out from her nostrils.  By  now she
was moving up and down forcefully on him, although apart from her heavy
breathing she made nary a sound.

   The unbelievable trifecta of the perilous situation, heavy smoking and
hard fucking drove him nuts.  "Oh my God," he whispered softly in between
smoky kisses.  "You are _so_ fuckin' good, Jenny!"

   "I know, baby," she whispered back, as she moved up and down like a pogo
stick on him.  She hit again on her B&H.  "You're good, too.  God, you're
so incredibly fuckin' good!"

   All of sudden he felt it coming.  "God, I'm gonna cum," he whispered in
desperation.  "Fuck, I can't help it, baby.  I gotta cum now!"

   "It's okay," she laughed tenderly in a quiet whisper.  "I'm ready,
baby.  I'm ready for it.  Shoot your cum into me, honey.  Let it go."

   Just before he did Jenny furiously double-pumped her cigarette and forced
her mouth on top of his.  As he unloaded she exhaled into him.  The spasms of
his frantic pelvic movements moved her up and down even harder.  She let out
an almost silent scream punctuated by the residuals of her remaining smoky
exhale.

   "Ooh God!  Yeah, honey," she whispered quietly.  "Ooh, that's it.
Yeah!  Fuck me, Tommy.  Yeah, harder and harder just like that.  God, you're
the fuckin' best, baby.  Oh, here I come!  Hold on, I'm coming, too, honey.
Oooh!"

   Tom held her close as she shuddered quietly but violently in recurring
orgasmic delight.  After hitting on his cigarette, this time he put his mouth
over hers and aggressively exhaled his smoke into her while she continued to
tremble on top of him.  She lapped up his smoke greedily, like a kid eating
the sweetest candy imaginable.

   At last Jenny leaned back.  "Oh my God," she mumbled, flashing a big
smile.  "That was great!"  After de-ashing she drew hard on her cigarette.
"I especially loved how you forced your smoke into me when I came, Tommy.
Shit, that was _so_ nice.  You know just what I like, honey, and I do like
smoke!"  She giggled and finally released a long stream into his face.

   With her smoke swirling around her head, he hugged her again.  "Yeah, I
do know what you like, Jenny.  And I know what I like, too.  I like you.
Like I said before, you are the best!"

   "And that's exactly why we must tell Bill and Tina about us tomorrow,
baby," she whispered urgently, dismounting and sliding into the chair next
to him.  She grabbed a tissue to clean up the cum that was still dripping
down her legs.  "Agreed?"

   "Yeah, I think so," he groaned.  "I think you're right."  His head
was spinning from the excitement of the moment.  He didn't know what he
thought or felt.  All he did know was that he couldn't bring himself to
disagree with anything that the lovely brunette who was smiling at him in the
dim light was saying.  "Whatever you say, Jenny," he grinned.  "Whatever
you say!"

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