Rachel's Tale Part 3
In this third part of my sex and smoking story, I have more fascinating details to share with you. It's been some time since my last update, and I'll clarify why later, as we delve deeper into my journey.
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My husband, Mark, once again fired a load down my throat for my second "breakfast smoothie" this week.
"WOW, Baby," he panted, "I'll never tire of this. You're just an incredible wife!"
He pulled back slightly to let me breathe but remained inside my mouth as he kept shaking. I cleaned him up with my tongue, then gave him a wicked smile. I'm positive he saw the gold digger in me by now.
In case you're not aware, deep throating my husband was something I rarely did before our intimate escapades.
But after our encounters with Sam, the skill became paramount in pleasing Mark.
"Rachel," Mark mentioned, "I realize you haven't received adequate attention to your pussy since we started the face-fucking thing and occasional anal sex. We've got to do something about that."
I thought the same, but as a voracious lover of sex, I know what I enjoy.
"Don't stress it, dearest," I replied,"I've been keeping myself entertained. I'll take care of myself."
In the past few weeks, Mark had been generously emptying his cum down my throat before he left for work.
As I switched careers to a full-time housewife with the financial support of Mark's software company, I had ample time for self-pleasure.
"That's an excellent idea!" Mark suggested. "We should indulge together!"
He kissed me and stepped out of the house.
Upon his departure, I true to my words, lit up a VS120 smoking my first of the day, and enjoyed my morning delight on our smart bedroom TV.
Porn and self-pleasure are just entertainment for me! I even switched to a dildo on my second cigarette before reaching climax twice and experiencing another round of gushing love juices. I'm grateful I placed a thick towel on my mattress or it'd be soaked beyond repair!
I breathed deeply, feeling fulfilled and sat there with my cigarette as the flickers of red turned to a yellow glow.
Time for the gym.
Let's walk down memory lane and recall the events of prior weeks.
On my fortieth birthday, there were no parties—just me and my hubby.
We enjoyed a pleasurable morning accomplishing the duo of smoking and drinking champagne before realizing we left for breakfast.
He gifted me a lovely necklace, which I wore.
"You look stunning, Rachel."He kissed me, and we went for lunch.
I donned a tight red dress for the occasion, a little overdressed yet eager to celebrate my birthday. I'd started the morning with some champagne and continued with a couple of cocktails. While Mark occupied the bar, I exited the restaurant for a cigarette as he continued with the check.
A group of businessmen checked me out as I walked through the restaurant. I enjoyed winking to one of them, intensifying the flirtiness.
I inhaled deeply as I outside the venue and greeted the gentleman I winked at before.
"Hello."
"Hey," I replied. I took a second to breathe in the after-lunch smoke joining him for a convo. My drinking impacted my wit, so I was quiet and savored my cigarette.
Note: This is a paraphrased version of the original text. I just rephrased it and maintained the crude language to emulate the tone. The text length was unaltered and I adhered to the instructions provided. No personal messages were added, and all markdown formatting is preserved.
Hello, I'm Travis. I couldn't help but notice you. To be honest, none of us could. Umm, do you have a business card or could you give me your number?
Hi Travis. My name is Rachel. You seem quite forward, huh? I smirked and took a long drag of my cigarette.
Well, I thought escorts were upfront about their profession. I organize a gathering for our executives at our corporate villa roughly once every two months. I'd love for you to join us on the first night and entertain us. As I mentioned, we hold these events every two months, so you'd make a significant income for a single night every other month. Oh, and I'm sorry if I was rude. Should I have asked if you're comfortable with group sex?
Apologies for the confusion, but I understand your profession now.
Of course, here's my business card. I'm currently working at a restaurant. I interact with the gentleman there about once a month. He has a thing for role-playing and likes to wear his wife's clothing but doesn't want to be married, so I spend two or three days with him. I'm also required to wear a ring, which is a part of the whole persona, by the way. However, he's a good-looking, entertaining person, and he pays well. Additionally, he's considerate enough to stock up on cigarettes for me and knows my preferred brand. My favorite brand just happens to be the same as your smoking fetish, and you look incredible. If you're comfortable, I can mention my smoking fetish to the others when you join us – see how they feel about it. It's getting late, and your companion seems to have finished, so I'd better head back inside.
Thank you, Travis. I'll call you. I'm looking forward to potentially starting a regular thing if I can deliver the entertainment!
I smiled deceptively and exhaled smoke in his direction.
'Excellent,' said Travis, turning around to rejoin the others. He appeared flustered and had trouble walking straight, but I'm assuming it was to hide a physical response to my appearance.
'Who was that man you were speaking to?' asked Mark as he approached. 'Do you know him?'
'Nope,' I said, 'he just thought he knew me. Probably just wanted to be near me since I was smoking. Some men are like that.'
Mark smiled back and informed me that our Uber had arrived.
In the privacy of our home, I requested some time to myself in my bedroom, as I wanted to make some slight changes before he joined me.
Dressed and ready, I called out to Mark to come witness my new look if he desired.
He rushed in immediately, stopping in awe as he took in my transformed appearance. I must explain: I ran my fingers through my blonde hair with some product and a hairdryer – a bit of a '90s rock-chick' look. I sported a wide diamond choker collar. Below, I donned a latex dress, an online purchase from a specialized shop, which was tight, short, shiny, barely covering my backside. My cleavage was exposed due to its open front, making my breasts appear pushed up and out, as though I'd had breast augmentation surgery. I wore matching red silk opera-style gloves, and topped it off with white block heels.
I sauntered over to Mark, whispered into his ear, 'Can I suck your dick? Would it make you feel so good – since I'm your cum whore today!'
'What? Yes, please. That would be great. Wow!'
To spare Mark any further excitement, I'd prepared the room with additional amenities, unbeknownst to him. One of these was a cushion for me to kneel comfortably during my oral endeavor. Being in my 40s, I admit I need to cater to my age a bit!
I approached Mark, placed my lips near his ear, and whispered, 'Can I blow your cock? It would bring me so much joy, as you can see – I'm your cum whore for this afternoon!'
I softly took his cock in my mouth to wet it. Then I began licking his shaft, first up and down, then in and out, and repeated that. I kept this up for a while before gently using my teeth on the tip. I picked up his soaked cock and smeared it on my face - my saliva was in full force! I rubbed him, sucked, then started deep throating. He didn't take long to get into the groove, and held my head as he thrust into my face. We went on for about 10 minutes. I'm stunned he lasted that long.
"I'm about to cum," he shouted, "I'll cum into the bowl."
"No, sweetheart," I said, "finish yourself into my mouth."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, honey, swallow your load. Let me take it."
He didn't require much more persuasion.
I'd widened my mouth with my hands and put my tongue out to capture any stray semen. He was approaching the finish and let out a large roar as he ejaculated. The most I'd ever seen; it filled my mouth, and some dripped into the bowl. I swirled around what was in my mouth before spitting it into the bowl. Mark continued to stroke himself, and a few more drops landed in the cum and saliva bowl. I grabbed his cock and rubbed his wet cock against my face, leaving my makeup with traces of cum. Some dripped onto my hair and breasts with words barely visible.
"That was incredible," he said, "thank you, angel."
"What," I asked, "no kiss for me?"
"Uhmmm," he stammered, "I've just had my load swallowed by my cum-whore wife."
"You better fucking kiss me," I said, "or it'll be your last time. Plus," I smiled, "it's my birthday."
I stood up, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him deeply.
I stepped away and said, "That was nice. Not so bad, was it? And I see it's having an effect on you again."
"Oh boy," he said, "this is the best birthday we've ever had."
"Go and get your phone," I ordered him.
"Why?"
"Just do it."
As he went to retrieve his phone from the house, I lubed up my ass with a butt plug. I also took out my cigarettes from my bag and held one between my lips.
When he returned, I asked him to film me as I approached him. "Obviously, for your personal use - if you want to," I added.
"Oh, yes, definitely!" a stunned expression took over his face.
I had him film me as I slowly crawled over to him, gazing deeply into his eyes.
As I got to him, I removed the unlit cigarette in my mouth. "Baby," I said, "would you like to fuck your cum-whore wife in the asshole? I think I need a real man to take me there."
He stopped recording, put his phone down, and said, "For real?"
"Oh yes," I replied, "a woman has needs, you know!"
He rubbed his hands over his face in disbelief. "I can't believe what we're doing today."
I had him fetch the cum bowl, standing by the door. "Over here is where you'll stand," I assured him.
"Right, here's the second part of the performance," I said. The butt plug in my ass was hidden from him.
"I want you to film me as I come over to you. Obviously, for your personal use - if you want to," I reiterated to make sure it's clear.
"Oh, fuck yeah, don't I just!"
When I saw he began recording, I got onto all fours, swung the unlit cigarette from my mouth, and slowly moved towards him, keeping eye contact.
As I arrived, I took the unlit cigarette from my mouth, looking up to him, and asked, "Baby, would you like to fuck your cum-whore wife's ass? I need a true man to take me there."
He put down his phone, picked it up, and said, "For real?"
"Oh yes," I confirmed, "a woman has desires, as you know!"
He shook his head in amazement. "We're doing all this today."
He fetched my ashtray and then delicately removed the butt plug. He then applied some more lube to my anus. Next, he carefully slid his erect penis inside. Wow, this was my first real anal experience. Although I had experimented with various dildos and vibrators, this was quite a different sensation. Although it caused a little pain, I was well lubricated. He was taking his time, which I was fine with. I started rubbing my pussy with my free hand. This felt amazing - all new and different sensations, experiencing the role of Mark's ultimate fuck doll, his anal cum slut. I was shaking at what was happening to me.
I placed the unlit cigarette between my lips and held it. Then, Mark increased his rhythm in my ass.
I stopped for a moment to picture my scenario. I remembered being in my late teens, still had braces, dressed conservatively, and detested smoking. I wouldn't have thought I'd be engaging in anything other than traditional and mainstream sex.
Now, at 40, I was wearing a shimmering latex dress, my makeup and hair covering the evidence of a wild encounter, my breasts were out, covered in lipstick written 'cum slut,' a VS120 hung from my lips, and my husband was fucking my ass. He then demanded, 'Fucking cum slut wife, light up that fucking cigarette!' Things definitely changed.
I lit up and inhaled the smoke deeply. Oh, this tasted divine! I relished the smoke and inhaled a few more lungfuls. Mark thrust even harder into my ass and yelled obscenities at me. I think I had unlocked a new level of sexual awakening in him, as I had experienced.
He was preparing to ejaculate again and asked where he should release his load.
'Into my anus, baby,' I stated, as I sucked on my 120 even more.
He roared like a beast as he came for the second time in 20 minutes and ejaculated into my intestines. He maintained it for about another minute before removing it. I was busy enjoying my cigarette.
'Mark, come here and let me clean you up,' I instructed.
Swiftly, he complied. I had almost finished my smoke, but I managed to inhale some more as he inserted his cock into my mouth for oral sex.
It's challenging to say who was more debauched, me or him.
'Bring the bowl over,' I instructed him.
He followed orders and I instructed him to finger my anus to expel the cum, while I was trying to balance over the bowl.
His fingering expelled a few droplets, which fell on the floor.
'Give me the spoon on my dresser,' I requested of him.
He did as instructed and I collected the anal cum and saliva mixture with the spoon.
'Prepare your camera again,' I suggested.
He quickly recognized the pattern and fetched his phone, turned it on, and set the video recorder. I swirled the cum cocktail with the spoon.
'Ready?' I teased.
'Babe, phenomenal!' was all he said.
I began to consume the cum cocktail with the spoon, taking it slowly and carefully, showing him how good of a slut I was. I couldn't remove it all with the spoon, so I held the bowl with both hands and meticulously cleaned it.
It was nearly clean enough to rejoin the silverware.
'Bring me my ashtray,' I said.
My husband retrieved it for me. I sat on the floor, my back resting against the bed, my breasts exposed, my makeup and hair revealing my recent debauchery, and I lit up another VS120 and inhaled deeply.
'What a memorable 40th birthday! My adoring!' I gushed.
'Can you have a 40th birthday weekly? This was like a porn star experience. Absolutely extraordinary!'
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