I was tired of waiting for it so...My lovely wife, my bride, the mother of my children leaned forward, placed a new, long, all-white cigarette between her lips, lit it, exhaled in my face and said, "You know your cock is too small, right?"
I said nothing. I just nodded dumbly, feeling what little cock I had stir. And then she continued....
"I was a good girl long enough. Waiting for my once-a-week semi-f*ck from your lousy little penis. I'd had enough. So last weekend, when you were out of town, I got up my courage and decided to do something. I went out and bought some underwear, a new bra, and a sexy black dress. I got my hair and nails done. And I went out to a singles bar, looking for....for something. At first, I just sat by myself, nursing a drink. And then I saw something across the way. A very young--18 maybe?--girl was taking a cigarette out of her pack. Instantly, two nice looking older guys were offering her lights. As she smoked, they couldn't take their eyes off her. And that gave me an idea.
"I asked the bartender for a pack of cigarettes. He seemed more than happy to give them to me. They felt good in my hand. It had been a long time.
"Oh, that's right--you didn't know that I used to smoke. Wow, was it that long ago? Yes, honey, I used to smoke. When I was a teenager, you know? Even earlier. I think I started smoking when I was about 10. Just a quick drag here and there. Then all through junior high. When I moved out here, none of the girls I met at my new school smoked, so I just stopped. I missed it for a while. And then I met you, my All-American, clean-cut, well-mannered, short-dicked lover!
"So anyway, I lit one up. I tasted soooo good. It felt even better, all that thick smoke down in my lungs. Mmmm. And sure enough, in no time at all, I had the attention of several young, handsome men. One of them, Barry, was brave enough to come over and sit down near me. He bought me a drink and we talked. As I talked, I waved the hand holding my cigarette around, just to see, and sure enough his eyes follow the wispy trails of smoke. When I went to get another, he had a lighter out in no time and I touched his hand as he brought it and my long white cigarette to life. I blew out a soft stream of smoke right past his face and he smiled. And I knew right then, sweetheart, that I was going to f*ck Barry."
My cock was hard, straining to get out of my pants. My wife was smoking and telling me all of this in the most casual, effortless manner imaginable. She shot another gust of smoke into my crotch and smiled in a condescending way.
"Fifteen minutes later we were back in his room. It was kind of a sh*tty little apartment, but I didn't care. It had a nice big bed. I wasted no time. As soon as we sat down I was all over hism, kissing him, licking his neck, grabbing at his crotch. He stood up and took off his shirt. Honey, let me tell you, this guy was built. Nice hairy, strong chest. Mmmm, Then he pulled off my dress. I'm glad I was wearing new underwear! I snapped off my bra and my tits--these tits--spilled out and into his hands. I love having my tits rubbed--did you know that? And licked. He was good. He spent a lot of time licking my nipples. But I needed to see, you know...his cock! So I pulled down his pants, and ripped off his boxers and, baby, I was not disappointed!"
"How long was it?" I asked. She smiled and took a long drag on her cigarette.
"You want to know, don't you? You wish you were there, don't you? Maybe he would have let you watch me as I wrapped my hands around it--slipped my lips over his thick head. I sucked his cock, honey, do you mind? Are you jealous?" And she laughed, crushing out her cigarette and immediately fishing a new one out of the pack. I wanted her to touch me, to rub and suck my little dick as she told me about her and Barry. But she wouldn't. So I had to rub it myself.
"Go ahead, sweetie, you can jerk yourself off. It's sad, and pathetic, but I don't mind. This story is getting me pretty hot myself. Anyway, where was I. Oh, yeah, your wife was sucking on this big, long dick. And then Barry did something very interesting. He asked me if I wanted a cigarette. He wanted me to smoke while I sucked his cock. And you know what, that really turned me on. For some reason, I wanted nothing more that to smoke and suck his big penis, and blow smoke into his pubic hair and to lick his balls with my smoky tongue.
"It wasn't long before Barry was ready to cum. And me, with my poor pussy dripping wet! So I held him off and I said, 'Barry that load is not going to be wasted in my face! You can cum on my face or in my mouth next time. I want to f*ck right now. I want that cum up my pussy.' And guess what? He was able to hold off. Not like some pencil-dicked wimps who can't hold their cum for sh*t. He held off and he eased that monster up my wet c*nt. My c*nt. Your wife's c*nt. He f*cked me and I felt like a virgin and a slut all at the same time. And right then I knew, this would not be the last time. I wanted to smoke and f*ck and cum with as many cocks as I could find. One at a time, two at a time, ten at a time. I'm a slut, baby. Your wifey is a smoke slut. How do you feel about that?"
I showed her how I felt, shooting a stream of cum out of my hard little penis. She laughed. She laughed and took another drag and laughed out the smoke. Then she said, "You pathetic man. With a cock like that, you might as well be a woman. Would you like that? Do you want to come with me next time I go out to get f*cked? Maybe some big-dicked stud will f*ck you too. Maybe he'll let you suck his 8 inch cock. Maybe he'll f*ck your faggot ass. I think I'd like that." And she took another long deep drag off her cigarette. "In fact, I know I'd like that..."
