Stephanie's Story, Part 3

Stephanie's Story
Part 3 of 3

   I don't have time to write about the entire last three years of my life
(at least not now).  What I will do is bring you up to date and describe a
few interesting smoking related events.  

   During my first couple months as a smoker, I quickly built up to about two
packs a day.  A lot of my early smoking centered around my dieting and
smoking in the evening when Don and I were in bed.  Our sexual explorations
were (and still are) great.  I lost all of my extra weight and got back down
to my competitive swimming weight of 115 pounds.  Since I was still nursing
for about six months after starting to smoke, my breasts were very plump and
my nipples always sticking out.  I was sexier looking than ever.  I even died
my hair light blond to complete my new bad girl image.   Starting to smoke
was the best decision I ever made.  

   Don loved to see me with a cigarette hanging from my lips.  Shortly after
I started smoking, he forgot how to button his shirt buttons and tie his tie.
The family would be sitting around the kitchen table having breakfast and I
would be chain-smoking to avoid breakfast.  He would wait until I lit a fresh
cigarette then notice that his buttons and tie were all undone and ask for my
help.  I would stand right in front of him and do his buttons and tie with my
cigarette dangling the whole time.  I made sure to always give him some
"accidental" exhales right into his face.  When I was done, I always gave
him a little squeeze between the legs and moved my face up to where the end
of my cigarette was only about an inch from his face and tell him to hurry
home because I was horny too.

   While Don loved seeing me with a cigarette dangling from my lips, he loved
kissing me even more.  He said the smell of smoke on my face and the taste of
fresh smoke on my tongue and breath really turned him on.  He was always
French kissing me whenever I just finished a cigarette whether in bed or just
around the house.  He said the smokier I was the more he liked it.  Once when
we were going out, I asked him which of my perfumes he liked the best and he
said Marlboro.  He was always trying to get me to smoke more.  He bought me
two or three cartons a week even though I wasn't smoking quite that much
then.  Diane helped me out by smoking some of mine while she was over at my
house during the day.  

On one of her visits, she arrived with an umbrella because it was raining.
It was one of those clear plastic umbrellas shaped like a bell where your
head is way up inside.  As always, she arrived with a cigarette in her mouth.
When she got inside she turned the umbrella over, a huge cloud of smoke came
out.  It had been trapped inside the bell of the umbrella.  Diane smelled
intensely of smoke.  I was attracted by her strong tobacco scent.  It gave
her a welcome kiss and hug just to experience more of her delicious aroma.
After that, I was better able to understand some of Don's attraction to my
smells and tastes and I am always ready to accommodate his smoky needs.  

When Diane went home, it was no longer raining and she left her umbrella
behind.  I called Don at the office and left a message on his answering
machine to expect a special treat when he got home.  About five minutes
before he was due home I got inside the umbrella with a cigarette dangling
from each corner of my mouth.  The smoke inside was so intense I had a hard
time breathing and I had to keep my eyes shut.  I finished the cigarettes
before he came home but I wanted to greet him at the door with two cigarettes
since I promised him a special treat.  I reloaded with two more cigarettes
and got under the umbrella again.  I was nearly done with those two when I
heard the garage door open.  He walked in and set two fresh cartons of
Marlboro 100s on the kitchen table saying he had to stop at the store on the
way home.  I was standing in the middle of the kitchen still inside the
umbrella and I asked him if he was ready for his treat.  I took down the
umbrella, releasing the huge cloud of smoke, took the two cigarette stubs
from my lips and tossed them in the sink, walked over and gave him a
full-minute French kiss.  He spent another minute licking smoky residue from
my face and taking in all my odors.  He carried me into the bedroom and we
took off only enough clothing to allow him to enter me.  We both had
tremendous orgasms.  Eventually we bought our own umbrella and gave Diane's
back to her but umbrella play remains one of our favorites.     My own
cigarette consumption has been about four packs a day for the past two years.
It took a while to build up to that level but Don gave me plenty of love and
encouragement.   I'm still mainly smoking Marlboro 100s but I've tried most
of the other brands.  I love smoking non-filters for the taste and the
nicotine rush but it isn't easy to dangle them very long because they get
soggy and stick to my lips.  I do have a special holder that I use for
non-filtered Camels and Pall Malls.  It holds four cigarettes and I use that
before going to sleep when I really want to load up on nicotine to get me
through the night.  I don't like menthol or skinny cigarettes.  I like the
feel of a cigarette hanging from my lips and the skinny ones just don't do
it for me.  I've tried smoking various light cigarettes but I end up smoking
about six packs a day.

My morning routine is to smoke two cigarettes before I get out of bed.  My
coughing usually wakes up Don and he'll roll over for some action.  He loves
the taste and smell of my morning mouth.  After sex, I'll go into the
bathroom and brush my teeth since Don still doesn't like me brushing them
before going to bed.  I'll have another cigarette in the shower and that
isn't easy.  I pretty much chain-smoke while I get dressed, get the kids
dressed, get breakfast ready and get my girl off to school.  The twin boys
are only three and they keep me hopping during the day.  I finish my first
pack by 8 am and then settle into a more regular rate of about four an hour
until Diane and I get together right after lunch.  We both got part-time,
work-at-home jobs stuffing envelopes with advertising info.  Since we are
both using our hands to stuff envelopes, we normally just let our cigarettes
dangle from our lips as we talk and work.  We talk about our sex lives very
openly and how we use smoking to tease and please our husbands.  We get
plenty of good ideas from each other.  Both of our husbands have serious
smoking fetishes but neither smokes directly.  They say they both get enough
second-hand smoke just being around us.

One day we came up with a plan to really drive our husbands wild.  We decided
to challenge them to an evening of cards.  We wanted to put on a
chain-smoking, dangle-filled show for several hours where the boys would have
no way to relieve the pressure building up in their groins.  Diane and Bob
came over after dinner one Friday night to have some cocktails and play Gin.
We made a bet with the boys where if we beat them, they had to do all the
dishes for the next week and if they beat us, we would grant them some
special sexual favors.  Either way we couldn't lose since Diane and I were
both very adventurous sexually and would try anything anyway.

We sat down with our drinks at the kitchen table.  Diane dug into her purse
and pulled out her pack of cigarettes and lighter plus three unopened packs
of Marlboro 100s that she set on the table.  I set a whole carton by my seat
and got a large ashtray for each of us.  We lit up and went over the rules.
First Diane would play Don and I would play Bob then we would switch for the
next hand.  Diane and I each grabbed a deck of cards and started shuffling
them.  Of course we had our cigarettes hanging from our lips in our sexiest
poses while we shuffled, dealt and arranged our cards in our hands.  I could
see our husbands squirm around trying to get comfortable with the bulge
growing in their pants.  

All through the evening, Diane and I were smoking furiously, using all our
sexy dangling French inhales and double or triple inhales.  We would
frequently exhale right at our opponents.  We would leave the cigarettes
hanging from our lips as long curved ashes grew on our cigarettes until they
broke off and fell onto the table or in our laps.  Diane and I talked almost
non-stop and we tried to get plenty of bounce on our cigarettes when we
spoke.  As soon as our cigarettes would burn down to the filter, we would
light another from the old butt.  We didn't stub out our old cigarettes --
we just tossed them into our ashtrays and let them smolder with the other
cigarette butts.  I had learned to move my cigarette from one corner of my
mouth to the other using only my lips, teeth and tongue.  I rolled my
cigarettes back and forth from one side of my mouth to the other while I
concentrated on my cards. This trick had both of the boys mesmerized.  We
never gave them a hint that the whole event had been staged.  When they made
a comment about how much we were smoking, we would say something like
"smoking helps me concentrate" or "playing cards makes me nervous."  We
always had the boys get up to refresh our drinks so we could see their
bulging pants.  

This adventure went on for four solid hours until Diane ran out of
cigarettes.  I too had three empty packs on the table and was well into my
fourth pack of the evening at that time.  This was my first seven-pack day.
The boys had an impossible time concentrating and Diane and I easily won the
bet.  We went into the family room and I brought out two very large victory
cigars for Diane and I.  Don had bought me a box of cigars for special
bedtime events.  I usually smoked one in bed at night.  Bob had never seen
Diane smoke a cigar before so this was a further treat for him.  Neither
Diane nor I really knew how to smoke a cigar properly so we just smoked them
like a cigarette, deeply inhaling each puff.  Both husbands found it
necessary to give us plenty of deep kisses as we smoked our cigars.  Card
nights have become part of our regular routine, usually every other Friday
night.  Diane and I still chain-smoke and do our best to distract the boys.
From the amount of times we have won, it seems their brains really are
between their legs.

Another interesting event was my in-laws first visit after I started smoking.
They lived out of state and managed to visit us about twice a year because
they had four other children to visit around the country.  For some reason,
Don's mother and I never hit it off very well.  I think we were both too
competitive and I didn't care for her child-rearing tips all the time.
Anyway I felt like playing up my new bad girl image and really grossing her
out with my smoking.  I also wanted to put Don in the middle between his
mother and me to see how strongly he would defend me.  He had asked me not to
smoke while his parents were visiting for three days.  This really pissed me
off since he had encouraged me develop my nicotine habit to the point that I
couldn't make it for thirty minutes without wanting a cigarette.  There was
no way I could go three days without a cigarette.

Don had gone to the airport to pick them up.  When I heard the garage door
open, I put a freshly lit cigarette in my mouth, picked a baby in each arm
and waited for them to come into the house.  I wanted to go for maximum shock
value when she first saw her sweet innocent daughter-in-law with a cigarette
hanging from her lips.

I did a Diane-like greeting, standing there talking quite naturally with my
cigarette bouncing in my lips as I welcomed my in-laws into our home.  I was
taking great pleasure seeing the shocked look on Mom's face.  It was pretty
obvious that Don hadn't informed her on the way home about my smoking.  I
offered to let her hold one of the twins and, as she took one from my arms, I
let out a giant exhale near her face.  She was giving off some of those fake
coughs like she was gasping for air as she looked to Don for support.  He was
stuck.  He couldn't come up with an answer that would please both his mother
and the sultry wife he desired.  He stumbled for a moment trying to figure
out what to say but he came to my defense telling how I started smoking to
lose weight and to help with depression and that my smoking didn't bother
him at all.  I was very proud of him and made a mental note to give him a
special thank you later. 

During those next three days I made an effort to smoke more than usual and to
always find a need to do something with my hands while smoking so I would
have to hold my cigarettes in my lips for long periods of time.  I could tell
by Mom's looks that she totally disapproved of my smoking but she was
trapped.  One time while Don and Dad were outside, I was breast-feeding one
of the twins at the kitchen table while Mom sat there holding the other boy.
I asked her to do me a favor and get out a cigarette, put it in my mouth and
light it for me.  She argued for a while about how unhealthy it was to be
smoking around the babies but she finally did it.  I smoked the entire
cigarette without removing it from my mouth while I nursed the baby.  I
consider myself an expert in knowing just when a long ash is going to break
off my dangling cigarettes.  I positioned my cigarette over my breast at just
the right time and the ash fell on my breast and stayed there about an inch
from the nipple as the baby sucked.  I left the ash there the whole time and
absolutely loved the disgusted look on Mom's face through the entire
feeding.

Several times, she tried to get Dad to go home early but he kept saying no.
He said he wanted to spend the entire three days with the grandchildren.  I
suspected that, like Don, he was also attracted to the sight of me dangling a
cigarette since he often tried to get right in front of me while I was
smoking.  They still come for their twice-a-year visits and I still enjoy
tormenting my mother-in-law and teasing my father-in-law with my smoking.

Our love for each other is stronger than it has ever been thanks to sex.
Smoking plays a big part in our sex lives but not exclusively.  I know I can
use smoking to get anything I want out of Don but I don't overdo it too
much.  I want to know he is in love with me and not just my cigarettes.  Our
typical evening after we get the kids put to bed is to watch television or
read for about an hour before going to the bedroom.  I try to chain-smoke and
dangle cigarettes from my lips all evening to turn Don on and to get real
smoky for him.  We both love to kiss and cuddle for a long time before sex.
When it comes time to get serious, there are no limits.  We get a lot of new
ideas from the Internet but we are pretty inventive on our own.  I won't go
into the details but believe me, besides the normal smoking while enjoying
oral sex or screwing, we have all the toys for every kind of pleasure and
pain and we enjoy everything.  When we're in bed, I keep my ashtray and
cigarettes in bed with me so I am never without a cigarette.  I only use my
ashtray to crush out my cigarette butts.  I just flick my ashes on the sheets
or let them break off my dangling cigarettes and fall on Don or the sheets.
Don says it turns him on to sleep in the ashes and cigarette butts if my
ashtray happens to get knocked over during sex.  Our sheets do look a little
like Swiss cheese with all the little burn holes in them.  We keep a fire
extinguisher next to the bed just in case 

Twice a week we go to the bedroom right after the kids are in bed.  These are
our tie-up nights where we take turns tying the other up for the whole
evening and doing whatever we want to the other person.  The only condition
is that the other person gets to have an orgasm at the end so there are no
hard feelings.  Don usually ties me up with my hands stretched out to the two
bedposts at the head of the bed.  I can be either sitting or kneeling.  He
always has me smoking at least one cigarette or a cigar.  Although lately he
has been getting into multiples more often.  The most he has made me smoke at
once was six.  During all of this smoking, he is using nipple clamps and
various toys or his erect penis to fill my holes.  Sometimes he puts me
inside our umbrella and makes me smoke cigarette after cigarette while the
ashes just pile up on the sheets below me.  I pretend he is torturing me but
I love smoking and sex so I look forward to these sessions as much as Don
does.  

Sometimes he goes a little too far but I know we want to try new things.
Once while I was tied up he put four of my unfiltered Pall Malls in my mouth
and lit them.  Then he took them from my lips and stuck them way up my
nostrils, two in each side.  Then he put tape over my mouth so the only way I
could breathe was through the cigarettes.  I had to pull as hard as I could
through my nose for any air at all and whatever I was able to get was filled
with nothing but strong tobacco smoke.  The cigarettes burned down in no time
and I was struggling violently to shake them out of my nose.  After a while
Don took the hint and removed the cigarettes from my nose and took the tape
off.  I was a little pissed at him.  He had gone a little too far but I know
it was just in the spirit of exploration.  That was the only time I didn't
enjoy a cigarette.     

When it's my turn I usually tie him in a sitting position so he can watch me
pleasure myself but if I'm feeling a little bitchy, I'll tie him up so his
back is to the rest of the bed.  It's fun to watch him struggle and stretch
around to get a glimpse of me as I smoke and play with our sex toys.
Sometimes when he is tied up facing away, I'll use some of the toys on him.
Most of the time though, I let him watch me chain-smoke hands free while I
pleasure myself for a couple hours.  Sometimes I'll put him in the umbrella
and stick my head in there with him.  Of course, I'll be dangling three or
four cigarettes at a time, giving him plenty exhales aimed into his face.  He
usually starts coughing pretty badly which turns me on and makes me want to
smoke even more.  All in all, we love these smoky evenings.  He can stay hard
throughout the entire evening until I finally untie him and we go at it.

I'm not much of a housekeeper when it comes to things like emptying
ashtrays.  Don bought these huge ashtrays for the kitchen and bedroom that I
only have to empty about every fourth day.  With me smoking 80 cigarettes a
day and Diane smoking up a storm when she comes over, the ashtrays are pretty
full by the time they get emptied.  One day I walked into the kitchen and
found Don counting the butts in the ashtray.  When I asked him what he was
doing he said it turned him on to see how much I could smoke in a few days.
That gave me an idea for a future tie-up night.  I emptied all the ashtrays
into a separate plastic garbage bag with a drawstring for two weeks.  I
calculated that there must have been over 1000 cigarette butts and plenty of
ash in the bag.  When it was my turn to tie him up, I tied his hands then I
blindfolded him.  I had him bend his head down and I put the garbage bag over
his head and tied the drawstring around his neck.  I cut plenty of air holes
in the bag so he wouldn't have any trouble breathing.  Believe it or not, he
didn't complain and judging by the fact that he stayed hard through the full
hour his head was in the bag, I would say that he actually enjoyed it.

That's about all for now.  Maybe someday, I'll fill in some of the other
blanks over the last three years of my life.  Until then, I'll keep trying
to increase my cigarette consumption and expanding on the daily pleasures I
get from smoking.  Since the second cigarette I ever smoked, my goal has
always been to never leave any white paper on my Marlboro 100's.  I will
always smoke them right down to "the best part."

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