Story: Bethany's Mom Smokes for Her Man

Bethany’s Mom Smokes for Her Man
By Varian Milagro


Beverly was pondering her eldest daughter while preparing dinner when her life changed. She'd just been wondering where she had gone wrong, how her eldest daughter, Elizabeth, could not only try smoking, but also have sexual relations with her boyfriend, when her daughter burst into the house.

"Oh, Mommy Dearest."

Beverly could not believe her eyes as Elizabeth stormed into the kitchen. Not only did she have a lit cigarette in her mouth, but she was dressed up as a street walker. Makeup was plastered all over her face, large hoop earrings hung from her ears, and she was wearing a dress that barely covered her hips or her breasts. "What..." was all Beverly could manage.

“Silence!” Her daughter ordered before she blew smoke into Beverly’s face. “Listen to me and learn your new fate. From now on, besides caring for Jimmy and Donna, your primary concern will be pleasing your husband. You will yearn to bring him to orgasm; it will dominate your thoughts. You will consider yourself an abject failure if you cannot bring your man to climax nightly. The thing is you will soon find that he will have a new smoking fetish. He will only be able to cum if you are smoking seductively for him.” She tossed Beverly a pack of cigarettes. “Better get acquainted with these, Daddy will be home soon.”

As soon as her daughter left the house Beverly sat in a chair and began to cry. That her own daughter would speak to her in such a vile manner devastated her. As the tears slowed she looked at the package of cigarettes that Elizabeth had thrown at her. She stood, walked across the kitchen and dropped the package into the trash. Beverly wondered what had become of the sweet, modest girl she had raised. The Elizabeth she knew would never wear such clothes. Before this week, wearing studs in her ears or a small amount of lip gloss was her daughter’s way of rebelling. Her daughter had taken a purity pledge in her early teens and it had been so important to her. The girl who just stormed out of her house in stripper heels looked like there was nothing pure about her.

Beverly glanced at the clock. She wanted to call her husband, Benjamin, to tell him about the incident with their daughter, but he would be home in less than a half hour so she decided to wait and talk to him face to face. She turned her attention back to preparing a meal for her husband and the remaining children that still respected their parents.

“You would not believe what Elizabeth said to me today,” Beverly told Benjamin as she greeted her husband that evening. “She actually threw cigarettes at me and said I should smoke them. She said some other things that I can scarcely repeat. Have you spoken to Elizabeth today?”

“Yes, she was waiting for me in the driveway. It’s funny though; I can’t seem to remember what we talked about.”

“Well, I do not want Elizabeth in this house again, not until she changes her ways.”

As the family sat at the dining room table Beverly felt a sense of familiar contentment; she loved spending time with her husband and children. Benjamin, who sat at the head of the table stood six feet tall, was well muscled, and had distinguished salt and pepper hair. Jimmy, who had turned 16 last month, sat to his right looked so much like his father. Next to Jimmy sat 14-year-old Donna whose face was hidden behind her dishwater, blonde hair. Heather had long auburn hair like her mother, was 18 and worked as an administrator at their church.

Like their mother both Heather and Donna wore no makeup nor had any piercings. They did not adorn themselves with jewelry. Their bodies were gifts from God and they treated them with respect; they exercised regularly and ate healthy food. Their dress was conservative and the only skin they showed in public was hands, head and feet. Beverly felt that a woman should be concerned about her modesty lest she give a man the wrong ideas.

Beverly, like her husband, was 37. They had been high school sweethearts and had married right out of school. Elizabeth had been born just after their first anniversary and Heather followed a year later. Life had not been easy in those first years, being a mother of two with a husband working fulltime and going to night school. By the time he graduated and took a position at a prestigious accounting firm she had four children to tend with, the eldest just entering Kindergarten. They made it by sticking together, relying on their church for support, and being disciplined.

Later that evening, after Beverly had removed her ankle length house dress and changed into an ankle length, flannel night gown, she pulled her hair out of its bun and brushed it before joining her husband in their queen size bed.

“What do you have planned tomorrow?” Benjamin asked her once she was under the covers. He did not even look up from the book he was reading.

“I will be baking most of the day for the church’s bake sale on Saturday,” Beverly replied as she gazed at her husband. She suddenly wondered when the last time that they’d had sex; it had to have been at least three weeks, maybe longer.

“I’ll be in meetings all day tomorrow, but I should be home on time.”

Beverly scooted over next to her husband and ran her hand through his chest hair. “That’s nice,” she said as her hand moved away from his chest and made its way to his abdomen. “You seem tense.”

“Really? Not anymore than usual I suppose,” he replied, looking up from his book.

“I think I know a way to relieve some of that tension,” Beverly said as her hand continued its journey south. It was unusual for Beverly to instigate sex. She wasn't against sex and even enjoyed it upon occasion. They had sex a reasonable amount of time she supposed, it was just that her husband's appetite for it far outstretched her own and it was rare that she wanted it when he wasn't already frisky.

“I like the sound of that.” Benjamin put down the book and began kissing his wife.

Beverly’s hand finished its journey and she began massaging his manhood. He moaned as they kissed and she caressed him. This continued for several minutes.

“Is everything alright, Dear?” Beverly asked. “You’re not getting erect.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just distracted,” Benjamin said. “Let’s switch positions. You lay back and let me do the work.”

Beverly removed her nightgown and rolled over onto her back while Benjamin moved on top of her. He kissed her neck while he played with her breasts with one hand and tried to get his penis to respond with the other. When that failed he moved his mouth down to her breasts and began nibbling her nipples; that had always done the trick in the past, but not tonight. After twenty minutes of foreplay and his penis still limp he rolled off his wife.

“I’m sorry honey, I don’t know what’s wrong tonight,” Benjamin said apologetically. “Let’s try again another time, okay?”

Beverly agreed with her husband and then rolled away from him; she did not want him to see the disappointment on her face. She knew that these things happened sometimes, especially as men aged, but she could not help feeling that it was her fault. She felt like she had failed him, failed in her wifely duties. Elizabeth’s words came back to Beverly. Surely her daughter couldn’t be responsible for this. It was surely a coincidence.

Beverly arose early Friday morning to make breakfast for her family before Jimmy and Donna headed off to school, and Heather and Benjamin to their respective jobs. She did this every morning and it gave her great satisfaction to send her loved ones out the door with full bellies. Once they left she cleaned the kitchen before starting her baking projects.

Normally Beverly loved baking, especially if it benefitted someone and today’s goods would be sold by the church to benefit local charities, but her mind was too focused on the failures in the bedroom last night to enjoy the activity. She did not know why she was so focused on last night's failure. It wasn’t like it had never happened before. It was a rare occurrence and normally both she and her husband brushed it off. Today, however, it continued to nag at her mind and she vowed that she would satisfy her husband that night. She knew with certainty that her daughter had spouted untruths yesterday and she aimed to prove it to herself by making her husband ejaculate.

That night as she readied for bed Beverly gazed at her husband who was reading again. She finished brushing her hair and then crawled up onto the bed, pulled back the covers exposing her husband's nearly naked body.

"Let's continue where we left off last night,” she said as she pulled the book out of his hands and kissed him.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” he asked when her lips moved from his mouth and to his neck. “I’m not complaining though,” he continued when her hand found his cock.

“I just want to make you feel good,” Beverly said as she stroked his manhood.

She wasn’t particularly in the mood for sex, but she needed to make her husband cum. She needed to do it to prove to herself that her daughter’s words yesterday had just been that: words. She moved her kisses from his neck and began to nibble his ear, which elicited a moan from her husband. He loved it when she breathed into his ear and typically she would feel his cock jump when she did it. Tonight there was nothing. In the past when he’d had trouble with an erection it would generally give some indication of life. Tonight and last night it may as well have been dunked in a bowl of ice water.

“I’m sorry,” Benjamin said as Beverly got out of bed in a huff. “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Beverly disappeared into the bathroom only to reappear a moment later with a towel and a bottle of baby oil.

“Since you don’t have to get up early tomorrow for work, how about I give you a massage,” Beverly said with a smile. “That ought to help you relax and then we can let things happen naturally.”

It didn’t help, but it wasn’t for a lack of effort; Beverly put her all into that massage. She’d removed her nightgown and made the massage as sensual as she possibly could. As she massaged his back she slid her oil-covered body along his torso, her breasts slipping on his lower back. When she massaged his chest she straddled him and grinded her sex against his. Nothing worked. It certainly looked like he was enjoying the experience; he moaned and groaned at the appropriate times. His touch was urgent and needy, but little Benjamin would not make a peep.

After an hour Beverly was in tears and Benjamin did his best to console his wife. Once she stopped crying she left the bedroom and took a shower by herself. As she washed the oil from her body she feared that there may have been truth to her daughter’s words. Could it be true that her husband could now only cum if she was smoking? Beverly was still not prepared to believe this, but at the same time she did not know how much more of her husband’s impotence she could take. A thought sprang to her mind and she finished her shower quickly and raced into the bedroom.

“Benjamin, I want you to see Dr. Feldon tomorrow,” Beverly said as she dried her body. “I want you to get a prescription for some Viagra.”

“Don’t be silly,” Benjamin replied. “I don’t need impotence pills. I just had a bad couple nights. I’ll be back on my game soon enough.”

“I need you to do this for me,” Beverly said.

“If it means that much to you I’ll do it, but I doubt I can get an appointment tomorrow on such short notice.”

“I don’t care how you get the pills, but I want you to have them by tomorrow night,” Beverly insisted.

Beverly did not sleep well that night, which was unusual for her. She worked hard through the day and lived a clean life and normally had few troubles at the end of the day that would interrupt her sleep. Tonight however she tossed and turned and fretted all night long. She woke in the morning to Benjamin’s gentle shaking.

“Are you going to make breakfast this morning?” he asked kindly. “The kids are hungry.”

“Do I have to do everything around here?” Beverly snapped. “Will you starve if I am not there to make every meal for you people?”

“I’m sorry, Honey; you normally like making family meals.”

Beverly stood quickly and hugged her husband. “I’m sorry; I don’t know why I said that. I’ll be down in a couple minutes.”

Fifteen minutes later Beverly was dressed and in the kitchen preparing eggs for her family. Between the lack of sleep and her ever diminishing sense of self worth she found it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. She burned the sausage and overcooked the eggs. When she finally served the meal she noticed Heather picking bits of shell out of her scrambled eggs. Beverly didn’t eat; she had no appetite. Instead of conversing with her family over the meal as she normally did, she spent the time praying to herself that Benjamin would be able to not only obtain the Viagra, but also that it would work.

After breakfast, Benjamin called the family doctor and was able to cajole his way into an appointment that afternoon. Once the kitchen was clean Beverly gathered her baked goods and loaded them into her minivan along with her youngest child, Donna. Once the sale was finished she would drop Donna at her friend’s house where she would spend the night. Heather and Jimmy were also spending the night at their friend’s houses which would leave the home empty for Beverly and Benjamin. She was going to make her husband orgasm if it took all night and she did not want any potential distractions.

As Beverly was dropping Donna off at her friend’s home she received a call from Benjamin letting her know that his doctor had prescribed Viagra and he had also had it filled at the pharmacy. He had a couple more errands to run and would be home in time for dinner.

When Benjamin arrived home that night he found that his wife had been busy while he’d been out. From the entryway he could see that the house was illuminated by candle light and he could hear soft music playing from the living room. There was a note sitting on a nearby table addressed to him. His wife wanted him to change into dinner attire and then meet her in their formal dining room. He rushed upstairs to the master bathroom. He popped one of the Viagras into his mouth and then changed into a dinner jacket and tie.

“Welcome home my love,” Beverly cooed when he entered the dining room.

“Wow, this looks amazing,” Benjamin said as he took in the spread on the dinner table. “Oysters? Really, Honey?” he asked with a chuckle. “Don’t you think the blue pill will be enough?”

“I’m not taking any chances,” Beverly replied. “In addition to Oysters Rockefeller we are having an arugula salad with avocadoes, pine nuts, pomegranates, and almonds in an olive oil dressing; for desert it is chocolate covered strawberries.”

“And you’re wearing the red dress I bought you,” Benjamin said as he gazed adoring at his beautiful wife. “I really appreciate all of this, Honey. I couldn’t ask for a more beautiful, caring wife; I am truly blessed.”

Benjamin pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her with loving passion. They both sat and casually ate their dinner while gazing longingly into each other’s eyes. Once they finished eating they held hands as they walked into the living room and held each other while they danced to the easy-listening music. After thirty minutes Beverly figured that the pill should definitely be working by now. As she led her husband to the bedroom she found she was shaking in anticipation. She yearned to see him cum. She wanted it so much that she suspected she just might orgasm at the sight.

As they entered the bedroom they began to undress each other. They didn’t rush. They kissed, caressed and fondled as they slowly removed each article of clothing. Before she even removed his underwear Beverly knew that tonight was going to end as the last two had ended. She could see the outline of his penis and it was completely flaccid. After all of the kissing, the physical contact, the dancing, and the red dress there should be some sign of life. She felt like crying again.

They finished undressing and she had him lay on the bed. She got on the bed beside her husband and took his cock in her hands; she kneaded, massaged, rubbed, squeezed, and stroked it. Still nothing. She knew that it was hopeless, but before she went downstairs and started fishing through the trash she decided to try one more thing, something she had told herself long ago that she would never do. She took a deep breath, lowered her head and for the first time she took him into her mouth; she kissed, licked, sucked, and even suckled the thing. Still nothing.

She rose from the bed and ignored Benjamin’s heartfelt apologies as she donned her bathrobe and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. She found the pack of Virginia Slims cigarettes without too much effort. She wiped the package’s cellophane wrapper with a kitchen towel and then grabbed a book of matches from above the stove and walked back upstairs. She could not believe that she was even contemplating smoking. Besides being a vile, smelly, disgusting habit it was also a sin. Yet, she was at the end of her rope. She could not take another day of failure. She needed to get her husband to climax or she was going to lose her mind.

Benjamin was under the covers and reading his book when she reentered the bedroom. Beverly sat on the bed next to him and began to remove the cellophane wrapper from the cigarette pack.

“Why do you have cigarettes?” he asked her. “You don’t seriously believe what Elizabeth told you, do you?”

“I’m out of ideas,” Beverly replied as she flipped open the box to reveal the white cigarettes. “Now put that book down.”

Beverly removed the covers to expose her husband’s body. As she removed a long, all-white cigarette from the pack she watched his cock. She held the cigarette between her thumb and index finger as she brought the cigarette up to her mouth. When she put it between her lips his cock twitched. She looked at Benjamin and he gave her an apologetic shrug. She sucked on the unlit cigarette, then removed it from her mouth and blew out a pretend exhale. His cock began to rise.

“I’m sorry Beverly,” her husband said. “I don’t know why this is happening.”

“It’s okay,” she said as her vision began to blur. “It’s not your fault.”

She took his rising manhood in her left hand as she pretended to smoke the cigarette with her right. As soon as he was fully erect she straddled him and slid his cock into her womanhood. She rocked back and forth on him for several minutes before he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back. He thrust back and forth in her while he watched her play with the cigarette. They continued this for over thirty minutes and while he never lost his erection he didn’t cum either.

“I’m going to have to stop eventually,” he said after another ten minutes.

“Let me be on top again,” Beverly said.

They rolled over and she was once again straddling her husband cowboy style. She leaned forward with her breasts dangling in his face as she grabbed the matches off the headboard. While she worked herself up and down his erection she lit a match. She brought the flame to the tip of the cigarette and sucked in the foul tasting smoke. She felt his cock swell in her as she removed the smoldering cigarette from her lips. As she blew out the cloud of uninhaled smoke Benjamin came into her with a roar. A shudder ran through Beverly’s body and a sense of well-being that she had not felt in over two days descended upon her. She lay against her husband and held the cigarette in an outstretched arm, away from their bodies, as they cuddled and kissed for a few minutes. When they pulled apart Beverly noticed cigarette ash all over the bed, her side of course. As she headed to the bathroom to extinguish the cigarette and brush her teeth she made a mental note to buy an ashtray.

She brought a spray bottle of Febreeze with her from the bathroom and liberally doused the air trying to remove the remnants of the cigarette smoke from the air.

“It has to be a coincidence,” Benjamin said. “It was the shock of seeing you smoke that did it.”

“Well, we’ll just keep these handy just in case,” Beverly said as she placed the cigarette pack and matches in the drawer of her nightstand and said, “Goodnight, Dear.” Beverly slept soundly that night.

In the morning it was off to church where they would meet their children, all except Elizabeth. Beverly did not think that her eldest daughter would be making an appearance. It turned out that neither of her daughters roommates, Victoria and Becky, showed up to church either which caused their parents quite a bit of duress.

After church, while Sunday dinner was cooking in the oven, Beverly decided to call her daughter and get to the bottom of the recent events in her marriage bed.

“Hello,” answered an unfamiliar female voice.

“May I speak with Elizabeth?” Beverly asked.

“She’s not here.”

“Do you know when she might return?”

“I don’t know,” replied the girl.

“This is Elizabeth’s mother, with whom am I speaking?”

“I’m Tracy.”

“Are you one of her roommate’s friends?” Beverly asked.

“Yeah, we’re all real close here.”

“Please have Elizabeth call her mother when she returns,” Beverly said before ending the call.

Beverly picked the phone up again and called Victoria’s mother, Susan.

“Susan, this is Beverly how are you?” Beverly asked.

“I’m fine, wasn’t that a lovely service today?” Susan responded.

“Yes it was. Listen, I think we need to talk about our daughters. Something strange is going on at that house of theirs. Can you meet for some coffee tomorrow?”

“Will ten work for you?”

“Perfect, can you invite Jackie? She’ll want to talk about Becky.”

With phone calls out of the way Beverly turned her attention back to preparing dinner for her family. After Benjamin said grace and they all began eating Beverly found herself watching her children. Every bite they took filled her with a sense of maternal satisfaction.

Beverly turned her gaze to her husband. Now that she had satisfied her children’s needs her thoughts turned to satisfying his needs. She was tempted to send the children out of the house again, but it was a school night. Perhaps after dinner when the kids were engrossed in other activities she and Benjamin could sneak away for a quickie in their bedroom.

An hour later, after she had cleaned the kitchen, Beverly found Benjamin sitting in his overstuffed recliner in his study watching a basketball game. She sat on one of the chair’s arms; she put one of her arm around her husband and leaned against him.

“The kids just started watching a movie in the family room,” Beverly said as she began rubbing his chest.

“Oh yeah?” Benjamin responded without looking away from the television.

“They’ll be distracted for over an hour and they won’t notice if we slip away somewhere private,” she continued as she moved her hand from his chest to his inner thigh.

“What has gotten into you lately?” he asked with a smile.

Beverly moved her hand from the inner thigh and started rubbing his crotch as she nibbled on his ear. “Too many oysters last night,” she breathed into his ear.

Benjamin rose from the chair, took his wife’s hand and led her up the stairs to their bedroom. As her husband began to remove his clothes Beverly dashed into the bathroom and returned with a towel and a cup of water. She placed the water on the headboard and then she rolled the towel and placed it against the bottom of the door.

“What are you doing?” Benjamin asked when his wife started opening the bedroom windows.

“I don’t want the smoke getting into the rest of the house,” she replied.

“You don’t need to smoke again, that was just a fluke.”

“Well, let’s leave the windows open just in case.”

They tried for several minutes without the cigarette, but little Benjamin was having no part of it. Finally Beverly gave her husband an ‘I told you so’ look before reaching into her nightstand for the cigarettes and matches. She removed a cigarette and then placed the cigarette pack and matches on the headboard beside the cup of water.

“Why don’t we wait for another time?” Benjamin asked as his wife raised the unlit cigarette to her lips. “We just had sex last night, why don’t you get rid of that thing and we’ll try again another night. I’m sure I’ll be back to my normal self in a few days.”

“No!” Beverly panicked at the thought of waiting several days for him to cum. She needed him to do it tonight; it was her responsibility to please her man and she was not going to be a failure again. “We’re here and the kids are on the other side of the house. Let’s make the most of our time together,” she said more calmly.

Beverly began pantomiming with the unlit cigarette and rubbing Benjamin’s cock with her free hand. It worked after a fashion. His penis swelled…a little. Not enough to do her any good though.

Beverly didn’t understand; last night when she pretended to smoke the cigarette he rose to full attention almost immediately, but tonight he wasn’t fully hard. No matter what she tried it only responded partially.

“Let’s try this,” she said as she reached for the matches.

She lit the cigarette and sucked in a small amount of the harsh smoke. Benjamin’s cock sprang to attention. She grabbed his cock with her hand and began stroking him as she blew out a small ball of smoke.

“Now that’s more like it,” she said. “Now don’t hold out on me, cum quickly for me, Dear.”

She brought the cigarette back to her lips and sucked in more smoke and then quickly blew out the uninhaled smoke again. She quickened her pace and began stroking him vigorously. While she watched his cock for the finale she so desperately desired Benjamin gazed at her sucking on the cigarette and the smoke that escaped her lips.

“What’s wrong, Benjamin? Why aren’t you ejaculating?” Beverly asked worriedly. The cigarette was almost spent and he still hadn’t climaxed.

“I don’t know. Watching you smoke is really sexy…but…,” he replied hesitantly.

“But what?” Beverly demanded.

“Well…You aren’t doing it like real smokers do it,” he said as his face turned red. “You aren’t really smoking.”

“What do you mean? What do you think I’ve been doing for the last ten minutes?”

“Real smokers inhale the smoke,” he said not looking her in the eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Fine, look at me,” Beverly insisted.

With her arm tiring and the cigarette nearly finished she decided to go for bust. She sucked on the cigarette again. With the smoke in her mouth she took in a breath and smoke caught in her throat. As she coughed out the smoke she could feel his cock swell a little and she heard Benjamin elicit a moan. She brought the cigarette back to her lips and inhaled another small puff. She fought the desire to gag and released a thin stream of smoke towards her husband’s cock. As the smoke billowed around his crotch his cock erupted and his semen shot a couple feet into the air.

Beverly dropped the cigarette butt into the cup of water and tried to gain her balance as she fought the dizziness on her way to the bathroom. She jumped into the shower to wash the smoke off her body and hoped that the smell of smoke had not escaped their bedroom. She was unsure how she would explain such an activity to her children.

On Monday morning, after feeding her family and seeing them off for the day, Beverly dressed for her coffee date with Susan and Jackie. She wore one of her nicer dresses; while it covered her body completely and did its best to hide her figure, like all of her other dresses, she felt that the puce coloring complemented her eyes. She tied her hair into its customary bun, grabbed her purse and headed to her minivan. She hoped the other two ladies could help her get a hold of her daughter so she could get this smoking thing stopped before it got out of hand.

The other two ladies were already seated inside when Beverly arrived. All three were in their late thirties, dressed femininely, but conservatively, showing little to no skin. Like Beverly neither of the two other ladies wore any makeup. Unlike Beverly Jackie and Susan just had one child each. They spent the first twenty minutes talking about their husbands and church. When they finally broached the subject of their daughters Beverly shared some of her Elizabeth’s recent exploits; she skipped the smoking fetish part.

“When I called there yesterday a girl named Tracy answered and while she said she was a friend of your daughters she said it in a way that made me suspect that there are some shenanigans going on in that house and I don’t think it is all Elizabeth,” Beverly stated.

“I haven’t heard from Becky since Thursday,” Jackie stated. “She has not missed a church service in a long time and she always calls if she cannot attend.”

“Same with Victoria,” Susan added. “I normally see her on the weekends, but not only did she not make an appearance this weekend, but she also hasn’t called. I am beginning to get worried.”

“I called there last night and a boy answered and said that Becky was probably working and I should call Newgrounds. I looked it up and it’s a strip club,” Jackie said.

“Did you call?” Beverly asked.

“Of course not! My daughter is not working at a strip club,” Jackie replied. “I’m going to drive to their house tonight and find out what is going on.”

“I’ll come with you,” Susan said.

“Please tell Elizabeth to call me,” Beverly said. “We had a fight the last time I saw her. Let her know that I’m sorry and that I just want to hear her voice to know that she is safe.”

After the leaving her friends Beverly stopped by the store and bought a high-powered, scented air purifier and a couple ashtrays before heading home.

That night Beverly skipped donning her nightgown when preparing for bed. While Benjamin read his book she crawled into the bed naked, pulled the cigarettes from the nightstand, and then turned on her new air purifier; the scent of jasmine filled the air along with a dull hum.

“What’s that?” Benjamin asked, looking up from his book.

“That will help mask the scent of this,” Beverly said, holding out a single cigarette for him to see. She stuck the cigarette in her mouth and then lit a match.

Benjamin grabbed Beverly’s arm before she could light the cigarette. “Honey, I appreciate your new enthusiasm for getting me off, but we don’t have to do this every night.”

Beverly pulled her arm free and lit the cigarette. She pulled a small amount of smoke into her mouth, removed the cigarette from her lips and breathed in a little. She fought the urge to cough and blew the stream of smoke into her husband’s face. He shuddered and a moan escaped his lips. Beverly held the cigarette between her thumb and index finger while she watched with satisfaction as his cock began to rise. She brought the cigarette back to her lips and drew in even more smoke. Once again she exhaled into her husband’s face. She felt her pussy moisten at the sight of his towering erection.

“Still want to do this some other time?” Beverly asked as she stroked Benjamin’s cock.

“Keep smoking for me, Honey,” Benjamin moaned. “You look so hot doing that.”

She exhaled smoke onto his cock and then said, “Glad you approve. Now just relax and let mama make you feel good.”

While Beverly continued to work her husband’s cock with her hand she leisurely smoked the third cigarette of her life. She alternated blowing smoke into his crotch and face when she exhaled the bitter smoke from her lungs. While she didn’t draw a lot of smoke into her lungs, she did not hold the smoke very long so her exhales had a moderate amount of volume. While her husband seemed to enjoy having her blow smoke over his body he did not seem to be getting any closer to an orgasm.

“What’s wrong Benjamin?” she asked as she crushed out the cigarette. “Am I not doing it right?”

“I don’t know Beverly,” he replied with an apologetic shrug. “It feels amazing and you look great, I don’t know why I’m not getting off.”

“Well, maybe another one will do the trick,” she said as she pulled another cigarette from the pack. She lit the cigarette and blew out a small bit of smoke. “Come here big guy,” she said as she rolled onto her back.

Benjamin mounted his wife and started thrusting into her as she sucked on her long, white cigarette. She exhaled in his face as he slammed into her. Watching the smoke flow out of his wife’s mouth energized Benjamin and he pummeled her pussy with gusto. While it felt great he just couldn’t seem to get to that point where he could finish. Beverly smoked this cigarette a little slower than the first. Having two cigarettes back to back was making her dizzy and a little nauseous.

When Beverly finally finished her second cigarette and still neither of them had an orgasm Benjamin rolled off of her.

“Don’t give up,” Beverly said as she put another cigarette into her mouth. “I’ll get another one fired up; third time’s a charm.”

When Beverly lit the match Benjamin once again grabbed her arm, stopping her from lighting the cigarette.

“I have a lot to do tomorrow and I need to get some sleep,” he said as rolled over away from his wife.

Beverly stared at her husband’s back, the unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth. She could not believe her ears. That was supposed to be her line.

“I can’t believe you’re giving up after I smoked two of those nasty things for you,” she snapped at him. “Ouch!” she shrieked as the match burned her fingers. She dropped it and then scrambled as it started burning a hole in the bed sheets. She swatted at the match and it flew in pieces across the room. Beverly ripped the cigarette from her mouth, crumbled it into a ball and threw it at her husband’s back. She got out of bed, pulled on her nightgown and robe before heading downstairs to cool off.

As she headed down the stairs she realized that she had lied to her husband. The cigarettes hadn’t been nasty; they no longer tasted bitter or harsh to her, in fact they weren’t really all that bad. This realization made her all the angrier.

After breakfast the next day Benjamin pulled his wife aside before heading off to work.

“I’m sorry about last night, Honey,” he said. “I don’t know why it didn’t happen.”

“We need to figure this out,” she replied. “Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” he said sheepishly. “I don’t understand it either.”

“Well, you had better figure it out quick. I’m going to go crazy if you don’t.”

Beverly glanced at the clock and figured that her daughter should be getting up for school at this time so she decided to give her another call.

“Hello, can I speak to Elizabeth?” Beverly asked as soon as she heard the other side answer.

“She’s not here,” answered Tracy.

“Did you give her my message from Sunday?” asked Beverly.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen her.”

“Will you please leave Elizabeth a note saying that I called and would really appreciate a call back?”

“Sure thing,” Tracy replied.

After the call ended Beverly called Susan’s house; when there was no answer she left a voicemail asking for an update. With calls out of the way she started cleaning her house. Her first task was to change the burnt sheets in her bedroom. Once her house was in order she spent an hour running on the treadmill. After a quick shower it was off to the church for her ladies Bible study group. She poked her head in the church office to say hello to Heather once the meeting was finished and then it was back home to start dinner.

“Do you come up with any ideas?” she asked Benjamin once dinner was finished and she had a moment alone with him.

“I think I have an idea,” he said with a smile. “I’ll let you know more tonight after the kids go to bed.”

Beverly had to fight the compulsion to drag Benjamin upstairs and have her way with him right at that moment, but she knew it would be better to wait until later. She also knew she had to get him to cum that night. One day not satisfying her husband was agony for Beverly, but the second day was sheer torture. She did not want to experience another two day stretch without her husband having an orgasm. She didn’t even want to contemplate what a third day would be like. She decided that tonight he was going to shoot his load no matter what; she would smoke the rest of the pack if she had to. The night dragged for Beverly, but eventually it was time to call it a night.

As Benjamin headed upstairs to his bedroom that night he wondered what was becoming of his wife and himself for that matter. For himself he had never had problems in the bedroom like he'd been having for the last week. He could not deny that he was now fascinated by cigarette smoking, women smoking to be precise, and his wife’s smoking in particular. When she had told him what their daughter had said to her he had brushed it off to dramatics, but he could not deny that his wife's smoking was a huge turn on. Why he did not seem to be able to orgasm was still a mystery to him.

The other night when his wife had pulled out a cigarette he’d found it highly erotic. He thought it was just because his wife was finally doing something 'naughty'. Beverly was a beautiful woman, but kept her tight figure hidden under shapeless dresses. She was so puritanical. He wouldn't trade his wife for anything, but he'd often wished she would loosen up a little, maybe wear some makeup; celebrate her beauty and not work so hard to hide it.

As he entered the bedroom he found Beverly already sitting in bed, completely naked, with an unlit cigarette in her mouth. He felt a rush of pleasure shoot through his groin at the site and yet he felt guilty as well; something strange was going on and he should be more concerned for his wife.

“Okay, spill it. What do you need me to do?” Beverly asked as Benjamin joined her on the bed.

“This is a little embarrassing, but perhaps if you smoked a little more femininely…” Benjamin suggested.

“What do you mean?” she asked, at once puzzled and insulted.

“Well, I saw a woman smoking outside my office today and I noticed that she held the cigarette different than you do,” Benjamin continued

Beverly removed the cigarette from her mouth and held it between her thumb and index finger.

“I see other women hold their cigarettes between two outstretched fingers.”

“Like this?” Beverly asked as she repositioned the cigarette so that it she held it perpendicular to her outstretched index and middle fingers. “I can do that. Was there anything else?”

“Maybe purse your lips when you exhale,” he suggested.

“Alright, let’s get this going I really need you to orgasm tonight.”

Beverly brought the cigarette to her mouth using her two fingers and then lit it with a match. She blew the first bit of smoke out without inhaling, but without removing the cigarette from her mouth she sucked on the cigarette again. When she removed the cigarette she made sure that it was between her two fingers. She then pursed her lips and exhaled a tight stream of smoke in front of Benjamin’s face.

“How was that?” she asked as she watched him become erect.

“I need to be in you,” he replied as he laid her on her back and then entered her.

As Beverly smoked the cigarette and her husband worked his way in and out of her vagina she racked her brain trying to think of how she could smoke more femininely. She’d never really watched other women smoke. Anytime she had seen a smoker in the past she usually walked away from them so she would not have to smell their stench. She’d seen women smoke in movies, but she’d paid attention to the acting and the movie’s plot, not the smoking. Beverly continued to smoke as femininely as she could. She held the cigarette between outstretched fingers and when she exhaled she pursed her lips. While it was clear that Benjamin was enjoying the show he also did not cum.

“Let me get on top again,” she said as she reached for her second cigarette of the night.

She lit it and mounted her husband once he was on his back. As she smoked this cigarette she tried holding it in different positions when she wasn’t actively sucking smoke from it. She held it out to the side of her body; she held it near Benjamin’s face while she caressed his cheek. She held it near her face so its smoke created a mini curtain between their faces as the cigarette smoldered. When she exhaled she blew tight steams of smoke above Benjamin’s head, in his face, towards the wall and even at the ceiling.

“Are you sure there wasn’t anything else?” she asked after she was halfway done with the cigarette and he still hadn’t cum.

“Well, there was one other thing,” he said sheepishly. “It’s silly though.”

“Out with it!” Beverly demanded.

“The woman I saw today would occasionally blow the smoke out through her nose. Perhaps you could try that.”

Beverly took a puff off the diminishing cigarette and sucked it into her lungs. When she blew the smoke out of her nose, over her breasts and onto Benjamin’s chest she felt him swell inside her.

“Do that again, but grab your tits this time,” Benjamin said.

Beverly pulled on the cigarette her hardest yet. The tip glowed for a couple seconds before she removed it from her mouth. With the cigarette between the fingers of her right hand she grabbed her breasts and started massaging them. The smoke from her nose bathed her hands while they groped her breasts. Benjamin erupted inside her and Beverly came as she felt her husband’s seed pulse within her. She crushed out the cigarette in the ashtray and then snuggled up against her lover. Benjamin showered her with kisses. While she soaked up his attention she realized that she had just smoked two cigarettes back to back and she was neither dizzy nor nauseous; she wasn’t sure that this was a good thing. They fell asleep holding each other.

On Wednesday Beverly drove to the local library to check out their collection of old movies. She’d remembered seeing black and white movies where it seemed that nearly every adult smoked. Not only that, but she recalled that the women in these older movies seemed to do it with a certain panache. She rented several movies with some of the great black and white screen legends; “Gilda” with Rita Hayworth, “Now, Voyager” with Bette Davis and “The Big Sleep” with Lauren Bacall. Once home she put “Gilda” in the DVD player and started watching the movie. She was fairly certain there would be smoking in this movie since the cover had a picture of Rita Hayworth with a lit cigarette.

Once the she reached Rita’s first smoking scene Beverly paused the movie and headed upstairs to grab the cigarettes. She resumed the movie with an unlit cigarette in hand; while she watched the movie she did her best to mimic Rita’s expert movements. One scene in particular caught her eye and she replayed it several times. By the time she’d watched it three times in a row she found herself seriously contemplating lighting the cigarette. She told herself she’d only be doing it to perfect her style, but she feared this was not the whole truth. She resisted the urge and kept the cigarette unlit while she mirrored Rita’s smoking performance.

Once she was done with her research she returned the cigarette to its home in her nightstand. She decided to store the movies there as well. While there was no way her children would suspect the real reason she’d rented these particular movies, she didn’t want to take any chances. Before she started to prepare dinner Beverly called both Susan and Elizabeth. She was not able to reach either.

That night as she prepared for bed Beverly was confident that she would be successful in her attempt to pleasure her man. She now had not only the nose exhale in her arsenal, but she had also studied a true professional at work when it came to smoking seductively. While Benjamin read she rooted through her lingerie drawer and found a nightie that had been a present from her husband early on in their marriage. She hadn’t worn it for many years, but thanks to her regular exercise she was sure it would still fit. With nightie in hand she grabbed a cigarette from the nightstand and headed into the bathroom. She changed into the nightie and let down her hair. With cigarette between two outstretched fingers and the hand up by her face, palm out she sauntered into the bedroom. She walked up to her husband and waited for him to look up.

“Got a light, handsome?” she asked huskily.

Benjamin scrambled for the matches. Once he had one lit Beverly bent at the waist. With her breasts nearly spilling out of the nightie's plunging neckline she accepted a light from her husband.

“You’re such a gentleman,” she said and then exhaled through her nose. She pulled hard on the cigarette and sucked the smoke deep into her lungs. She held the cigarette up by her face as she crawled onto the bed and over her husband. She released the smoke from her lungs through pursed lips so that it bathed his body, starting at the waist and the billowing up around his face. Beverly ran her hand along his rock-hard cock. She alternated between mouth and nose exhales as she did her best to look like Rita Hayworth reincarnated. She stroked him and fucked him, but after three cigarettes he still did not finish.

They did not fall asleep holding each other that night and Beverly had a hard time sleeping. She wasn’t sure if Benjamin slept well; it was hard for her to tell since he was sleeping on the couch at her insistence.

Beverly had another bad day on Thursday. She was wracked with guilt and self loathing since she had once again failed a simple task. All she had to do was get her husband to have an orgasm; billions of women were able to satisfy their men, but not her. A little after lunch she was dealt another blow. Benjamin called and told her that he needed to visit one of his company’s satellite offices and he would not be able to return home that night. At first Beverly thought it was payback for making him sleep on the couch, but he was adamant that his trip was strictly a business requirement.

After the depressing call Beverly tried to busy herself as much as possible to turn her mind from her anticipation of the torture she was going to endure on the following day. She hoped that since he would not be present that her daughter’s curse would not be in effect, but she doubted she was so lucky. She tried calling Elizabeth again that evening, but was once again told that Elizabeth was not in.

That night as she lay in bed and tried in vain to sleep she kept looking at her nightstand, the nightstand that held the cigarettes. After a couple hours of tossing and turning she finally opened the drawer and retrieved the cigarettes. She gazed at the package for a few minutes. She told herself to put them back. They were only instruments to give her husband pleasure and she had no other use for them. She then began to wonder how many were left. She thought that it would be prudent to check; she wouldn’t want to run out at an importune moment.

She opened the box and counted ten, long, slender cigarettes. She ran a finger over the virgin white butts. She longed to pull one out, just to sniff it. She wouldn’t smoke it; she would just run it under her nose and smell the unlit tobacco. She started to pull one out, but stopped halfway. She knew that if she removed the cigarette she wouldn't just sniff it; she would smoke it. She held the cigarette half out of the pack for nearly a full minute. Finally she pushed it back in and then threw the pack into the nightstand drawer. She grabbed her pillow and a blanket from the bed and headed to the couch to see if she could finally sleep there.

In the morning Beverly called her daughter once again and once again Tracy answered the phone.

“Is Elizabeth there?” Beverly asked.

“No,” Tracy replied.

“I really need to speak with my daughter, when will she be home?”

“Oh, your daughter is here let me get her,” Tracy said.

Beverly stared at the phone with bewilderment.

“Morning, Mom. Enjoying your new habit?” Bethany asked.

“Where have you been and why haven’t you called me back?” Beverly demanded.

“What do you want?”

“What have you done to your father and me?”

“You know exactly what I did and you know why I did it,” Bethany replied. “I suspect what you really want to know is if I will stop it.”

“Yes, you have made your point. I’m sorry I kicked you out and cut off your funding. Please put everything back the way it was.”

“There is no going back, but I can stop it from going any further,” Bethany said. “Send Heather to me and I will remove your compulsion and Daddy’s inability to orgasm.”

“What do you want with Heather?”

“I owe her for betraying me, I have a special punishment all planned out for her.”

“I’m not turning Heather over to you.”

“I could take her easily you know,” Bethany said. “But I think it is all the sweeter if I make you do it.”

“I refuse,” Beverly stated.

“I understand. You’re just trying to be a good mother and I respect that. I am going to give you a little help out of respect. Daddy’s fetish is evolving and it will continue to evolve. You are not only going to have to smoke for him, you will also have to learn a new way to smoke every time you want him to cum.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“Use Google, Mom. Try searching for 'smoking tricks' or 'smoking fetish'. I’m sure you will find all you need.”

“Please stop this madness, Elizabeth.” Beverly pleaded.

“That there is your problem. You aren’t dealing with Elizabeth anymore. Thanks to you and Victoria there is no Elizabeth. There is only Bethany.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Beverly said exasperated. “What has happened to Victoria and Becky?”

“Why don’t you ask their mothers?” Bethany asked. “They wanted to be with their daughters so now they work with them. You can reach them at Newgrounds.”

“For any love you’ve had for me or your father, please end this.”

“You know what you need to do and it will be much easier on you if you do it sooner than later,” Bethany said gently. “Once you are finished with the standard smoking fetish tricks Daddy will be wanting you to do some truly bizarre things.”

Beverly stared at the phone for a couple moments after the call ended. She was having trouble ordering her thoughts. Elizabeth thought she was now Bethany. Could Susan and Jackie really be working at a strip club with their daughters? Elizabeth wanted her to hand over Heather for who knew what diabolical plans. Elizabeth’s final words haunted her; she had thought smoking for her husband was bizarre enough, what did the future hold?

She walked into Heather’s room, unplugged her daughter’s laptop and carried it into her bedroom. Once it booted she opened a web page and did a Google search on 'smoking tricks'. She found instructional videos on how to snap inhale, French inhale and other tricks. When she started poking around some of the smoking fetish websites she found a forum in which various users described their smoking turn ons. She used this to compile a fairly decent sized list. She figured what she had so far could keep her husband ejaculating for at least a week. She would just have to get Elizabeth to change her mind about removing the curse before the week was up.

Beverly decided to watch the snap inhale video first. After watching the step-by-step instructions she realized that she was going to need to practice in order to learn the trick properly. She set the laptop on the bed and retrieved the cigarettes, matches and ashtray. She positioned the laptop so that she could see herself in her full length mirror and then lit a cigarette. As she sucked the smoke into her lungs she felt a familiar warm dampness in her panties. Her only smoking experiences to this point had been in a sexual connotation and now she was responding reflexively.

Beverly stared at her reflection as she brought the cigarette back to her mouth and pulled in another mouthful of smoke. As she breathed in she found herself enjoying the full feeling in her lungs. She watched her reflection as she exhaled a tight stream of smoke at the mirror and could scarcely believe that she was actually smoking. All the other times she had smoked it had been part of a compulsion to pleasure her husband, but today she wasn’t compelled. True she was doing it in the name of research, but it was voluntary. It was also kind of pleasant. She took one more self indulgent drag before starting the video.

By using the mirror and following the steps she found she was able to do a snap inhale without too much difficulty. By the time she had watched it twice she had smoked most of the cigarette, but she figured the cigarette had a puff or two left on it. She stood, walked over to the mirror for a better view of herself and then drew on the cigarette. When she pulled the cigarette from her mouth she let a ball of smoke escape her mouth. She watched it as it floated up by her nose then she sucked it into her lungs along with the rest of the smoke in her mouth. She smiled at her accomplishment as she blew a large cloud of smoke across her bedroom.

As she looked at the haze of smoke hanging in the air of her bedroom she realized that she had forgotten to turn on the air purifier or open the windows. Just a couple days ago a smoky room such as this one would’ve had her gagging. Today she hadn’t even noticed. She glanced at the cigarette as she walked over to the ashtray and thought that she could probably get one more drag from it; she looked back at the haze and then crushed out the cigarette. Beverly was acclimating to smoking rather well and this bothered her. She turned on the air purifier and then headed downstairs to start her day.

Beverly spent the next couple hours in her front yard pulling weeds in her flower beds. Gardening was a true passion of hers. She loved sinking her hands into the life giving earth and she took pride in the beautiful flowers she helped cultivate. For the first hour she enjoyed the process and kept her mind busy on the task at hand. After the first hour her thoughts turned back to smoking and the need to please her husband. She began to fear that knowing how to snap inhale might not be enough to get Benjamin to finish; her fear soon turned to anxiety. She abandoned her yard work and headed back to her bedroom.

Beverly sat on her bed with a lit cigarette in her mouth and loaded the French inhale video. The maneuver reminded her of the snap inhale, but instead of sucking the ball of smoke back in through her mouth she just needed to suck it in through her nose. She didn’t think it would be that difficult to master, but she struggled with it. On her first few attempts she let the smoke out too fast and she had a hard time recapturing it with her nose. She was finally able to perform it, but she feared she looked clumsy and amateurish. She lit her second cigarette with the butt of the first and continued her practice.

After several back to back puffs she started to feel light headed. She smiled at the sensation; she had forgotten what it felt like. The first time she’d felt dizzy from smoking it had scared her, but now she found that she enjoyed it. She sat still, her cigarette smoldering between two fingers held near the side of her face, and savored her buzz. As the buzz faded she dragged heavily on her cigarette, inhaled deeply and held the smoke in her lungs for a several seconds. When she felt the buzz return to an acceptable level she slowly released her smoke through pursed lips. She continued to smoke this way until the cigarette was spent.

A little after eleven in the morning she called information for the number to the Newgounds strip club. The man who answered the phone told her that they did have a new hire named Susan, but that she did not start until three that afternoon. Beverly returned Heather’s laptop and then headed back outside to finish her gardening.

After a lunch break a couple hours later she smoked another cigarette in her bedroom, just to be sure that she had both the snap and French inhales down pat. She watched herself perform both satisfactorily a couple times, and then she watched herself as she finished smoking her cigarette leisurely. Just before three she called the strip club.

“Susan, what’s happened to you?” Beverly asked her friend. “What has my daughter done to you, Jackie and your girls?”

“I can’t talk long, my shift is about to start,” Susan replied. “Let’s meet at the coffee shop tomorrow at noon and I will tell you all about it.”

“That sound fine, but are you okay? Are your girls all right?”

“We’re all fine, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

An hour later she received a call from Benjamin. He told her that he would be home that night, but that he would be in late. Beverly said that she has a surprise for him and that she would wait up for his return.

That night after the kids went to bed and she waited for Benjamin’s return Beverly found it hard to resist smoking. She tried rationalizing that she could use some more practice on her snap inhale, but she knew this wasn’t true. She wanted to smoke, plain and simple. It was one thing to smoke to satisfy Benjamin or smoke to learn how to satisfy him, but she did not want to smoke just to please herself. She was afraid that once she did that there would be no turning back. If she enjoyed smoking while she practiced or while pleasing her husband, well that was just a fringe benefit.

As soon as Beverly heard Benjamin’s car in the driveway she reached for her cigarettes and quickly removed one. She counted her remaining cigarettes. Including the one in her hand she was down to six. She told herself that she would have to stop by the store to buy some more.

When Benjamin entered the bedroom she began shaking. Seeing her husband after he’d been gone for a night was always a wonderful sight, but she knew that the shaking was not from the sight of him. She was shaking in anticipation. She was going to get him to cum tonight and the relief she knew it would bring almost had her giddy. She set her cigarette on the headboard and rushed to him and showered him with kisses as she worked at removing his clothes.

“If you keep welcoming me home like this I might start staying away for a night more often,” Benjamin chuckled as he kicked off his shoes.

“I need you so bad,” Beverly said. “I want you to fuck me hard while I smoke for you.”

A smile spread across Benjamin’s face. He had never heard his wife say ‘fuck’ before. The harshest expletive she used to this point was ‘crap’ and she had to be very upset to use that word. He found that he liked hearing her curse. He wanted more.

Once he was naked Beverly retrieved her cigarette and lit it. She sucked deeply before blowing a thick cloud at her husband’s hardening cock. She lay back on the bed and dragged again as her husband entered her. He started with a slow steady rhythm while she smoked her cigarette slowly, femininely and seductively. When she chained into her second cigarette Benjamin almost came on the spot. As it was he increased his pace and started pounding furiously into his wife. After she smoked half the cigarette she made sure her husband was watching before she attempted a snap inhale. She pulled as much smoke into her mouth as she could, then she released a large ball of smoke and let it hang between their faces for a couple seconds. When she sucked it all into her lungs she felt her husband go rigid. Smoke poured from her mouth as his seed poured into her. Her screams soon joined her husband’s.

Benjamin lay on top of his wife; he was spent. Beverly luxuriated in the feeling of her husband’s weight on her body and his cock still buried deep within her. She held him with one hand and used the other to finish smoking her cigarette.

The next day it was business as usual for the first half of the day. At eleven-thirty she drove to a convenience store a couple miles from the coffee shop, one she didn’t normally frequent. She was hoping that no one she knew would see her buying cigarettes; she did not know how she would explain it. There were several other shoppers in the store when she entered so she decided to browse a little before making her purchase, hoping that she would only have to deal with the cashier and not any onlookers.

Beverly considered purchasing other items to camouflage her purchase, but the store only seemed to carry junk food and cheap, tasteless merchandise. She settled for a bottle of mineral water and headed toward the cashier. She spotted a pack of disposable lighters by the cash register and added these to her mineral water on the counter. She found that she had lost her nerve and was just going to leave and try again after her coffee date.

“Will there be anything else,” the clerk asked after she rang up the water and lighters.

"Cigarettes,” she blurted.

"Sure, which brand?"

"Umm...Virginia Slims," Beverly replied, feeling her cheeks turn red.

“Full flavor, lights or ultra-lights?”

“Ahh…Full flavor?” Beverly said, not really knowing which she had been smoking.

“Box or soft pack?”

“Box please,” she answered more confidently. This she remembered.

“Regular or menthol?”

“One of each,” Beverly said. While she didn’t know what a menthol cigarette tasted like she was familiar with menthol. It was minty and she suspected that it might go well with cigarette smoke.

Beverly placed the cigarettes and lighters in her purse, grabbed her mineral water and headed towards her minivan.

When she arrived at the coffee shop there were a couple people sitting outside smoking. As she approached the door she caught herself breathing in deeply as she walked through a cloud of their exhaled smoke. It reminded her of the previous night with her husband; she started getting aroused.

“Beverly,” Susan called.

Beverly turned and saw that the two women smoking outside the coffee shop were Susan and Jackie. She hadn’t even recognized them. She could hardly blame herself. The two stylish women sitting at the small table bore little resemblance to the two women she’d met here just six days ago. They’d both had complete makeovers. Susan was reclining in her chair, her bare legs crossed at the knees. Her shiny dress showed a hint of cleavage and a whole lot of thigh. She wore a generous amount of makeup and her sandy-blonde hair had been dyed several shades lighter. She held a cork-tipped cigarette between fingers that sported long French-tipped nails. The heels on her feet were at least three inches tall.

What really surprised Beverly was Jackie; not how she was dressed which was similar to Susan or that her auburn hair was now an unnatural red, or even that she too was smoking; it was the way she was sitting. She was leaning into Susan and her left hand caressed Susan’s thigh intimately, possessively.

“Have a seat, sweetie.” Susan motioned to a seat with a latte sitting in front of it. “I took the liberty of buying you a soy latte.”

As Beverly sat Jackie watched her the way a jungle cat watches an intruder when it is guarding a fresh kill.

“What has Elizabeth done to you?” Beverly asked in shock and horror.

“She’s calling herself Bethany these days and she has given us so much,” Susan said as she gazed at Jackie.

Jackie kept her eyes on Beverly as she turned her head towards Susan. Once her eyes broke contact she kissed Susan fiercely. Once finished with the kiss she started eying Beverly again. It would not have surprised Beverly in the least if Jackie started growling.

“Tell me what’s happened since Monday please.” Beverly said.

“Well, we met with your daughter on Monday afternoon and we were mad and said some nasty things. We were really quite rude if you must know; it was shameful behavior on our part,” Susan said. “Your wonderful daughter sat us down and said that she would not only reunite us with our daughters, but that we would see them forty hours a week at least. When we asked what our husbands would think if we started working at a strip club she told us not to worry about them anymore, so we don’t. She said we should focus on each other and so we do. Jackie and I are in love and we owe it all to Bethany. I’ve talked enough about us, tell me about you.”

As Beverly launched into her tale Susan crushed out her cigarette. Jackie promptly grabbed another from the pack sitting between them and placed it between her lover’s lips. After Jackie lit Susan’s cigarette Susan thanked her with a smoky kiss. Beverly stopped talking and stared at the two women.

“Would you like one?” Susan asked once she stopped kissing Jackie.

“No thank you,” Beverly replied.

“I know you want one,” Susan said confidently. “Here, have a puff.”

Beverly nervously accepted the cigarette from her friend. As she drew the smoke into her lungs she saw Jackie light another cigarette for Susan.

“What are you doing?” Beverly asked, trying to return Susan’s cigarette.

“Keep that one. You look like you can use it.”

When Beverly returned the cigarette back to her mouth she could taste Susan’s lipstick on its butt. She found the taste illicit and it helped distract her from her fears of being discovered while she smoked in public for the first time. After she exhaled a pleasing cloud towards her friends she continued her story.

“I don’t know what you are complaining about,” Susan said once Beverly finished. “You are in a dream situation with your husband.”

“How can you say that?” Beverly asked incredulously.

“Millions of women would love to have your power in the bedroom. You can control when your husband cums. If you play it right you can make him last all night, you just have to keep smoking for him. Once you are ready for him to erupt you show him a new trick. All you need is to be a little creative and you can milk this for a long time.”

Beverly declined a second cigarette from Susan. She wanted one, but smoking in public made her too nervous. She continued chatting with Susan for another hour and enjoyed the second hand smoke. Jackie didn’t utter a word during the entire visit. Susan told her that Victoria, now going by Vicky, and Becky, now going by Rebecca, were indeed stripping for a living and Jackie and Susan were happy that their daughters had found an occupation that they loved. Susan was now working as a den mother for all the strippers and Jackie patrolled the club and made sure the customers kept their hands to themselves. Jackie and Susan now lived together in the same apartment complex as their daughters.

When Beverly arrived home later that afternoon she found that she had her husband all to herself; her children were all out of the house. She embraced him and kissed him deeply in greeting. When Benjamin’s lips moved from her mouth to her neck he paused and then inhaled deeply though his nose. He pulled away and looked at Beverly.

“You’ve been smoking,” he said in astonished lust. “You were smoking while you were out today.”

“Yes, I’ve been bad girl,” Beverly said as she grabbed his crotch. “You should send me to bed without any supper.”

“I’m going to take you to bed and make you the main course,” Benjamin said as he scooped up his wife and carried her to their bedroom.

Beverly was able to make Benjamin cum that day by double pumping her cigarette as it dangled from her mouth while she rode her husband in the cowboy position. She did it on her third cigarette in that love making session. Susan was right, being able to make Benjamin last as long as she liked was definitely something she could get used to.

Since their children would not be home until that evening the couple lay together and cuddled in post-coital bliss. After thirty minutes of enjoying the closeness of their bodies and their company in general Beverly reached for a cigarette. After she lit it she snuggled up against Benjamin as he lay on his back. She dragged heavily on her cigarette and then blew a dense cloud towards the ceiling. She held the cigarette between two outstretched fingers as her hand rubbed Benjamin’s hairy chest. She liked the contrast of the slender white cigarette up against the dark, curly hairs of his broad, muscular chest. He seemed to like it too. He was making a tent in the bed sheets.

In moments they were back at it again. This time however Beverly was more relaxed. Having satisfied her daily compulsion to make her husband orgasm she found that she was better able to enjoy the act itself. For the first time in a week she was able to orgasm during a love making session. Since her daughter had given Beverly the compulsion she’d only been able to orgasm once Benjamin finished. Benjamin did not orgasm in that love making session, but Beverly did…several times.

As they lay together afterwards Beverly came up with a new strategy. Tomorrow she would get Benjamin to cum quickly and then once he’d rested for a couple minutes she would get him going again and then she could enjoy herself as long as she liked.

On Sunday Beverly had to finally admit to herself that she was becoming addicted to cigarettes. She loved her family dearly and normally a day surrounded by her family was heaven. Unfortunately she was not prepared to let her children know that she had taken up smoking so she had to abstain the entire day. It was several hours at church before returning home to make Sunday dinner and then it was a family outing for the rest of the day. Finally after an interminable fourteen hours it was bedtime and she could finally smoke.

She didn’t even wait for either of them to get undressed. Once she was in the bedroom she opened the window, turned on the air purifier and then used her lighter to start a cigarette. She performed the prior night’s trick of double pumping while the cigarette dangled from her lips, but this time she wasn’t trying to get her husband off, she was trying to get as much nicotine into her system in the shortest amount of time. After exhaling she breathed in and smoke continued to escape from her lungs when she breathed back out. Benjamin gave his wife a lecherous grin and quickly stripped. On the last puff of her cigarette she performed a French inhale while stroking his cock with her hand and he erupted.

She gave him ten minutes to rest and then lit a cigarette to get him in the mood again. While she could not get her husband to cum by performing old smoking tricks, she could still use them to excite him. With a little experimentation she realized that she could manipulate his love making through her smoking. When she wanted him to slow down she would smoke slowly and use the standard pursed lip exhales, when she wanted him to pick up the pace she would do a snap inhale or perform a cheek hallowing drag followed by a nose exhale. Two more cigarettes and a several orgasms later she decided to let her husband sleep.

On Monday after her family left for the day Beverly could smoke as much as she liked. She decided to start the day by trying her menthol cigarettes and quickly found that she enjoyed the minty sensation they made in her mouth and lungs. She wasn’t sure that she would smoke these fulltime, but might alternate between the two types of cigarettes for now. After she finished her morning cigarette in her bedroom she started some laundry and then cleaned up the breakfast mess.

Beverly decided that she would teach herself how to blow smoke rings today. Every 50 minutes she would head back to the bedroom to practice. She alternated between the regular and Menthol cigarettes. She liked the minty feeling in her mouth and lungs when she smoked the menthols, but she still liked the regulars as well. She decided she would smoke whichever she liked when the mood hit her.

By lunch time she found that she could make a smoke ring in half of her attempts. While she knew that she would only need to perform one or two successfully she wanted to master the technique as much as possible. She continued to practice until an hour before her kids were due home from school at which time she gargled some mouthwash before jumping into the shower. After that she headed downstairs to make a light, after school snack for her two youngest children.

That night when Benjamin and Beverly were naked in bed she lit her eighth cigarette of the day. She smoked it slowly while she worked him with her hand. On her second cigarette she waited until she was nearly finished smoking it and then blew a succession of smoke rings while he blew his load.

Tuesday Beverly did some more research on Heather’s laptop before heading to the mall for some supplies. Her first stop was to the tobacco shop. She purchased a long black cigarette holder, a pack of brown More cigarettes and two more packs of Virginia Slims. After this she visited a department store and purchased a pair of black, silk, opera gloves. She hoped that these items would get her through the rest of the week. On her drive home she was sorely tempted to smoke, but her fear of being caught by someone she knew held her back once again.

While making dinner that night she wished she had the courage to smoke in front of her children. She could smoke freely while they were at school, but once they were home it was six or more hours before she could light up again. She knew that eventually she would have to let them know, but the guilt of being a bad example made her dread the day. As bedtime neared she decided she would use the holder tonight. Tomorrow she would give Benjamin some smoky kisses and then it would be the gloves and then the Mores. That would buy her a few days while she figured out a plan for the following week.

That night the holder pushed Benjamin over the edge quickly. She found she liked using the holder; it made her feel elegant.

On Wednesday night the smoky kiss sealed the deal.

Thursday night smoking the More didn’t work. She tried combining the brown cigarette with some of her past tricks, but Benjamin couldn’t finish. After two more with no success she donned the black opera gloves and lit a Virginia Slims. The contrast between the long white cigarette and sleek black gloves looked erotic. She stroked Benjamin with the silky glove while she holding the cigarette with the other, but he still did not finish.

“What’s going on Benjamin?” she asked. “Weren’t the gloves sexy?”

“They were great, Honey,” he replied. “It’s just that I can’t get that smoky kiss out of my mind.”

“You want me to give you another smoky kiss?”

“Yes…I mean no…,” Benjamin faltered.

“Come on Baby, tell me what it is.”

“I want to see you share a smoky kiss with a woman while you ride me,” he said without looking at her.

“Did you talk to Elizabeth today?”

“No,” he said. “I did get a call from a girl named Bethany, but I can’t remember what we talked about.”

On Friday she did little but sit in her bedroom and smoke. Her daughter had upped the game; now Beverly was faced with sharing her bedroom with another woman; an idea which she found repugnant. Her other options were handing Heather over to Bethany which she could not even contemplate, or try to live with her husband not having an orgasm, a thought that terrified her. Beverly knew that if she did perform the smoky kiss for her husband it only delayed her ultimate decision by a day.

Before her children arrived home from school she placed a note on the kitchen counter telling them that she was not feeling well and not to disturb her. She placed a similar note on the outside of her bedroom door. Jimmy and Donna respected her wishes, but when Heather arrived home she went straight into her mother’s bedroom and demanded to speak to her.

“Someone’s been using my computer to look at some pretty strange things,” Heather said once she woke her mother.

“What kind of things?” Beverly asked, feigning ignorance.

“Things like how to smoke and smoking turn ons,” Heather stated. “Do you know anything about that, Mom?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“Because the searches were done when only you were home and your bedroom smells like an ashtray,” Heather said and then looked at the air purifier as it pumped jasmine into the air, “A floral ashtray, but an ashtray.”

“You mother is not feeling well and would like to be left alone,” Beverly said and then pulled the blankets up around her head.

“What kind of example is that for Jimmy and Donna?” Heather demanded. “Don’t you know that kids of smoking parents are twice as likely to start smoking? Do you want them to grow up to be smokers?”

“Of course not!” Beverly retorted.

“Smoking is a sin, Mother.”

“Please let me sleep.”

“You’re disgusting,” Heather said as she walked to the door. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

As Heather closed the door in a huff Beverly found the idea of turning her over to Bethany a little more tolerable. Benjamin tried to console his wife when he arrived home, but she asked to be left alone. He ordered pizza for the family and once he set them up with a movie he crawled into bed with Beverly and held her for the rest of the night.

Saturday found Beverly in agony. Between the lack of nicotine and the effects of her compulsion she could barely find the strength to make her way to the shower. Making breakfast was simply out of the question. Once she was done bathing and had dressed she used the phone in her bedroom to call her eldest daughter.

“Please end this,” Beverly pleaded once Bethany answered.

“Let’s meet and we can talk about it,” Bethany responded.

After telling Benjamin where she was headed and assuring Jimmy and Donna that she was feeling much better she drove her minivan to the coffee shop. She arrived first so she purchased two lattes and found a table outside. She figured that Bethany would probably want to smoke. Bethany arrived a few minutes later dressed in heels, glossy-latex tights and a low cut top. She sat opposite from her mother, lit a cigarette and took a cheek hallowing drag. Despite wishing to join her daughter Beverly did not light one herself.

“You win,” Beverly said. “You’ve turned me into a smoker.”

“And yet you’re not smoking,” Bethany observed.

“I want to smoke,” Beverly admitted. “I am not comfortable doing it in public; I don’t want to be found out.”

“I can help you with that."

“Will you please remove your father’s smoking fetish and my compulsion?” Beverly asked.

“Give me Heather.”

“Please don’t make me do that,” Beverly pleaded.

“She’ll end up happy if it is any consolation. She won’t be at the start, but that’s only because she’ll resist. Once she relents she will be happier than she has ever been before.”

“I can’t”

“I’ll get her eventually,” Bethany stated. “If you satisfy him this time I’ll just give him a new mental block. I could make it so that he can only cum if he’s fondling your surgically inflated tits, or perhaps when you’re fondling his,” she said with a malicious smile. “If you still don’t give her to me then it will be something else, something worse.”

“Okay, you can have Heather, now put things back the way they were,” Beverly demanded.

“I will remove your compulsion to satisfy Daddy, but only after you give him what he wants.”

“He wants me to share our bed with another woman!” Beverly snapped.”Why did you make him want another woman in our bed?”

“I didn’t,” Bethany answered. “I made him tell me some of his kinkier turn ons, but the idea of you sharing you with another woman was all his idea. I just made it so that he can't cum until you do. I was getting sick of waiting for you to give in so I decided to give you a little push.”

“Who am I going to get to participate in this act?”

“I think Susan would be more than amiable,” Bethany said. She dragged hard on her cigarette and exhaled into her mother’s face. “Now listen carefully. Once you leave here you will drive home and send Heather to me. You will not feel guilty about it; she’ll be starting a new chapter in her life and it’s time you let her go. You will call Susan tonight and enlist her help to satisfy Daddy. Starting now you do not feel guilty about smoking; you no longer care who knows that you smoke. You’re an adult and you are free to smoke as you please.” Bethany paused as she watched as her mother light a cigarette. “You are a beautiful woman, Mom, but you do your best to hide it. You will no longer repress your beauty. You’ll find it acceptable express yourself through jewelry, makeup and clothing. You are free to wear as much or as little of it as you desire. You will not be constrained by the church’s view on the matter, nor Madison avenue’s.” Bethany double pumped and blew a massive lung full at her mother. “As for your compulsion and Daddy’s inability to orgasm, they will both vanish the next time you make him cum. Daddy will still have a smoking fetish, which will go well with your growing love of smoking. While you will no longer be compelled to satisfy Daddy you will find that you still want to. You will also find that his turn ons will become your turn ons and you will not feel one bit of guilt on how you satisfy each other.”

Bethany drew deeply on her cigarette while she watched her mother smoke. Just three weeks ago her mother had refused her a fifty dollar loan just because she had taken a couple puffs off a cigarette. Seeing her mother hollow her cheeks as she sucked on her cigarette satisfied Bethany’s vengeance, on that score at least. Bethany still owed her mom for cutting off her college funding just for having anal sex with her boyfriend, Paul. Something she had not shared with her mom was that she’d had many visits with her dad over the last couple weeks, not that he remembered any of them. She had him give her updates on her mother’s growing smoking habit. She’d wished she could have been there to watch it herself, but settled for second hand accounts. During these visits she’d had her dad tell her all of his kinky desires. While she had told her mother the truth that her dad wanted to do a three-way with his wife, she failed to mention that she had also given her dad a whole new set of turn ons. He now found the idea of anal sex exciting and soon so would she.

On her way home Beverly stopped by the store to buy a carton of cigarettes. Buying cigarettes by the pack was expensive and Beverly had no intention of quitting. When she arrived at the store she was in the middle of a cigarette so she stood outside the store’s door for a couple minutes while she finished it.

Once home she found Heather in her room.

“I need you to go and see your sister right now,” she told Heather.

“Why would I want to see her?” Heather asked in a huff.

“Just do it.” Beverly demanded.

She watched Heather grab her purse and head downstairs. Beverly walked over to her daughter’s bedroom window and lit a cigarette. From there she could see Heather’s car. She smoked while she waited for her daughter to appear. She waved goodbye to her daughter with the hand that held her cigarette as she watched Heather back out of the driveway and drive off to her new life.

Jimmy and Donna were astonished when their mother joined them in front of the television and promptly lit a cigarette. Beverly explained to them that smoking was an adult activity and that she had better not catch them smoking while they were underage. If they decided to smoke once they turned 18 and became adults she would completely understand, after all she loved smoking and she was convinced that they would as well.

Beverly called Susan at three and she said she would be delighted to help her friend. Beverly was concerned what Jackie would think, but Susan assured her that it would be okay. She did however want Beverly to do a little shopping before the event. Beverly drove to the mall and spent the rest of the day shopping. She had only intended to buy the items on Susan’s shopping list initially, but there were so many delightful outfits that she simply had to try on.

On Sunday Beverly, Benjamin, Jimmy and Donna attended church as they normally did. Once the service was finished Beverly headed outside and joined a group of smokers in the parking lot. They shared their admiration for the pastor’s sermon as they enjoyed their cigarettes.

After Sunday dinner Beverly sat at the table with Benjamin and enjoyed a post-meal cigarette while the kids went about their activities. Once she finished smoking, Benjamin helped her clear the table. She was in the middle of cleaning the kitchen when Susan arrived. Benjamin gathered the kids and drove them to their friends while Susan and Beverly headed upstairs to get ready for their night.

When Benjamin arrived home he headed for the bedroom in eager anticipation. When he opened the door he thought he was going to lose it on the spot. Beverly and Susan were reclining on the bed looking like sexy goddesses. Beverly was dressed in a red and black corset with black stockings, and black, patent-leather pumps. Her face was made up with sexy, dramatic makeup. Susan was dressed similarly, but her corset was all black. Both women wore long, black gloves and were smoking white cigarettes in black cigarette holders. They beckoned him to enter and in a lustful daze he complied.

While Beverly tried to appear confident on the outside she was terrified on the inside. She’d enjoyed dressing up with Susan and when she saw the finished product she’d felt beautiful, sexy and desirable. Now, however, she was about to not only share her man with another woman, but Benjamin was also going to share her.

She and Susan rose to meet Benjamin as he entered the room. They undressed him slowly, suggestively. As they exposed a bit of his flesh they paused, sucked hard on their cigarette holders and then bathed it with the smoke from their lungs. Once he was completely undressed Beverly kissed him deeply before she took his erection in her hand and led him to the bed, using his cock as a leash. As soon as Benjamin was lying on his back Susan looked at Beverly and then motioned with her head towards his cock. Beverly shook her head as her cheeks flushed. Susan shrugged and then took Benjamin’s erection into her mouth. She sucked ferociously for several minutes. When she pulled away she took Beverly by the hand and had her mount her husband.

Both Beverly and Benjamin watched Susan with interest as she began to play with herself and smoke. After she worked her hand in and out of her pussy for a few minutes she brought her hand up to Beverly’s face, but Beverly turned her head. Benjamin sucked eagerly on the fingers when they were offered to him. Susan moved close to Beverly and began stroking her hair.

“Are you ready, Sweetie?” Susan asked Beverly gently.

Susan leaned in close to Beverly and drew deeply on her cigarette holder. Instead of inhaling she let a large ball of smoke escape from her mouth as if she were about to perform a snap inhale, but Beverly sucked the ball of smoke into her lungs. She then turned to Benjamin and exhaled into his face. He moaned while his body shuddered. Once he recovered Beverley sucked on her cigarette holder inhaled and then blew a tight stream directly into Susan’s waiting mouth. Susan snuggled next to Benjamin and blew a tight stream into Benjamin’s mouth. Beverly squealed as he bucked inside her. Susan sat up and pulled on her cigarette holder again. She moved her head to within a couple inches of Beverly’s. She slowly released a stream of uninhaled smoke which Beverly sucked in through her nose. Once Susan finished feeding her smoke Beverly lay against Benjamin and gave him a smoky kiss. She sat up again and grinded herself on his cock as she watched her husband exhale the smoke that had been shared between the three of them.

Beverly looked at Susan and gave her a slight nod. Both women sucked deeply on their holders before inhaling the smoke into their bodies. Susan leaned towards Beverly and began caressing her breast as their mouths came together. Smoke billowed out of their noses as they kissed. Beverly felt Susan press her tongue against her lips, but she would not let it into her mouth. When Benjamin began pumping his seed into her pussy a switch was flipped in Beverly’s head and suddenly all the things that had been terrifying her now excited her. She drove her tongue into Susan’s mouth and her hand went to her friend’s sopping pussy. Once Benjamin finished his orgasm she jumped off him and began lapping their combined juices from his cock. Once she'd cleaned him with her tongue she sucked him back into hardness.

They changed positions so that it was Beverly on her back with Susan’s face buried in her snatch, desperately trying to suck out all of the cum, while her husband pummeled their new lover from behind. Once Benjamin finished Beverly returned the favor and cleaned out Susan’s love box with her mouth.

After several rounds the spent lovers cuddled together on the bed. Benjamin was on his back while his wife rested on the right side of his chest and Susan on his left. The ladies smoked leisurely. They shared their smoke with Benjamin and each other. They eventually fell asleep holding each other. When the ladies awoke it was dark out and Benjamin was dressing before leaving to pick up the kids. Benjamin watched as Beverly placed two cigarettes in her mouth and then lit them simultaneously. She dragged heavily, removed one cigarette and handed it to Susan. After a couple more puffs they began kissing. As Benjamin left the room the two ladies were fully intertwined and moaning heavily.

The next day Beverly had Donna skip school in order to take her to a spa. They were given facials, manicures, pedicures and had their ears pierced. They both had their hair styled and nails painted. Donna decided to keep her nails the same length, but Beverly opted for gel extensions; she thought that Benjamin would love seeing her smoke with long, red fingernails. Beverly signed them up for a weekly class on beauty secrets. The class promised to teach makeup, hair and skin care techniques.

Tuesday Donna attended school, but afterwards Beverly brought her to the mall so they could both begin the process of building new wardrobes. She loved the new bonding with her youngest and wished she’d had not been so uptight with her other two daughters.

That Saturday Beverly and Benjamin stopped by Newgrounds after dinner at an expensive French restaurant. Beverly found she was still getting used to walking in high heels as they entered the club, but she held her man tightly knowing that he wouldn’t let her fall. As they approached an empty booth she caught her reflection in the mirrored wall. She admired how her hair cascaded down over her shoulders in auburn waves, although she’d been wondering recently how she would look as a blonde. One nice thing about her current hair style was that it displayed her diamond earrings and she liked how they sparkled in the club’s light. She fingered the matching diamond necklace that Benjamin had surprised her with over dinner; she loved the way it nestled in her cleavage. As she sat she held onto the skirt of her gold, sequined, body-hugging dress since it had a tendency to ride up when she sat. She wasn’t wearing any panties and she didn’t want to flash any of the men in the club. Beverly had always felt that a woman should be concerned about her modesty lest she give a man the wrong ideas.

As she slid along the booth's bench the dull ache in her backside reminded her of her activities with Benjamin the prior night. Ever since their three-way with Susan their desire for each other was nearly insatiable; all week long they had been fucking like rabbits. Last night as they had prepared to ravish each other Benjamin suggested that Beverly get on her hands and knees so that he could take her from behind. Normally, Beverly preferred a position that allowed her to see Benjamin’s face while they had sex, but suddenly she’d found the idea rather appealing; it was primal and animalistic. Once she’d lit a cigarette and gotten into position Benjamin moved behind her, but when he lined up his cock it was pressing against the entrance to her anus. She was shocked and she protested, but when he told her how hot he thought it would be she found that she wanted him to do it: desperately. Once he was fully inside her and the pain began to subside he began working himself in and out of her in a steady rhythm. After a couple minutes of this she wondered why they’d never tried it before. Fifteen minutes after he’d finished inside her she was begging him for more. Beverly loved the ache her ass gave as she slid along the booth; it gave her such fond memories.

Once Benjamin ordered a couple cocktails from the pretty waitress Beverly reached into her clutch and removed her pack of Virginia Slims. She extracted the slender, all-white cigarette from the pack using the tips of her long, red nails and then held it by her face between her index and middle fingers while she waited for Benjamin to give her a light. Once he had a flame going on the Zippo she’d purchased for him she leaned in until the tip of her cigarette connected with the fire and she was able to suck the rich smoke into her lungs. She double pumped and held the smoke in her lungs, basking in the relaxing fullness the smoke provided. As she removed her cigarette from her mouth she noticed that its filter was now stained with her lipstick and matched her nails nicely. When she finally released a thick exhale, which soared across the club, she found that she was very happy that they lived in one of the few remaining states where an adult still had the right to smoke in bars and restaurants.

While they watched the sexy dancers she rubbed Benjamin’s cock through his dress slacks under the table. After a few drinks Susan spotted them and joined them at their table.

“How are my two love birds tonight?” she asked after she had greeted them both with a passionate kiss.

“Were doing great,” Beverly responded, talking through her exhale. “Is Vicky dancing tonight?”

“She’s off tonight; she’s still recovering from her boob job, but Rebecca’s on stage,” Susan said. “She’s the one with all the tattoos.” Susan used her hand holding her cigarette to point to a tall, heavily-tattooed brunette wearing translucent platform heels.

“I like her nipple rings,” Benjamin said.

“You think nipple rings are sexy?” Beverly asked her husband eagerly.

“They’re fucking hot, Honey,” he replied with a lustful grin. He rubbed her tits though her low cut dress. “I think I’m going to blow a load just imagining them on you.”

“Susan, can you hook a girl up?” Beverly asked her girlfriend.

“As luck would have it, I get an employee discount at a local piercing and tattoo parlor,” Susan stated. “I’m sure they’ll extend it to you if we ask real nice.” She gave Beverly a saucy wink.

“How will I ever thank you,” Beverly asked huskily as she ran her hand along the inside of Susan’s thigh.

“I think you are on the right track,” Susan replied. They kissed for a minute while Benjamin enjoyed the show. “Listen, I have to get back to work. I’ll see you at church tomorrow."

"Why don't you, Jackie and your girls join us for Sunday dinner after church?"

"We'd love to," Susan replied.

Beverly sighed as she watched Susan’s sexy ass disappear into the back room. She leaned against Benjamin, fished his cock out of his pants and stroked him as they watched Rebecca work her stripper pole like an oversexed gymnast. Benjamin slid his hand up the skirt of her dress and inserted two fingers into her soaking pussy while his thumb worked her clit. As Benjamin began shooting his load into her hand Beverly hoped that Bethany would make Heather as happy as she’d made her parents.

The End

Author's note: After writing The Birth of Bethany I started working on a story for FictionMania, which has a working title of "Summer Secrets". I spent five weeks on the first draft, which hit 56,000 words. I had tons of notes for a second draft, but was having a hard time getting the "umphf" to tackle it. I decided to write Bethany’s Mom Smokes for Her Man, which was posted on 3/26/2014.  I'd been really pleased with the response to Birth of Bethany at the Smoking Fetish Kingdom forum, I even dedicated the following story to those that commented on it. I'd also been pretty disappointed at the reception The Purse Came First had received at FictionMania which contributed a lot to the lack of "umphf".