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 Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained, Part 11

   Friday, 16th of May

   The next morning a desperately coughing and hacking Moira awoke me.  So
that was it.  I wondered whether I had overslept her morning hack the
previous days, but then I hadn't slept in the same room very often since my
return.  I listened to how she slowly recovered and spooned her.  She still
retched in my arms, bumping her sizeable behind into my crotch, which made
me think of what might be if I'd... But the road there might prove quite
long.

   "Oh, fuck." She said with some difficulty between gasps and coughs. 
"Sorry honey.  I tried to sneak down....  To the kitchen....  These days in
the morning....  This is the downside....  Of my smoking....  I just
need....  To get the shit out....  I'll be all right....  If I have a
smoke....  It always stops....After... The first cigarette"

   Well, I could help her on that.  I reached over to take a cigarette from
the nightstand and lit it, putting it between her lips.  She pulled
endlessly, while trying to control the spasms of her tormented lungs.  With
a loud whoosh, she sucked down the smoke and I felt how her back
straightened while she expanded her lungs to suck down the smoke as deep
down as she could.

   Indeed, she seemed to recover from her coughing fit grace to the
cigarette.  So I began to stroke her and fondle her breasts.  She sighed
and wiggled her behind in my crotch, trying to get my rock hard cock into
her pussy.  Being a gentleman I assisted her as best as I could.  Though
even her coughs seemed to step up my fetish, a thing I hadn't been
expecting, I tried to restrain, rocking back and forth ever so gently and
slowly, while she finished her cigarette, inhaling slowly and expanding her
chest each time.  Unfailingly she reached for the pack again and lit the
next one from the stub of the almost finished first one.  I started to
increase the pace by a notch.  She still coughed on and off, each time
making her inner muscles contract around my little friend gone big.  It
felt terrific.

   We finished both during her fourth cigarette and then I held her
silently for a while.  She finished her smoke and coughed up voluntarily.

   "Sweety?" I asked languidly.  "I guess you were right about that smoking
and sex stuff.  I mean, this time it was nice, but I feel a little guilty
about it.  If it wouldn't be so hard on you I might want to try something."

   "What?" she replied eagerly and still hoarse.  "Not something kinky, I
hope?"

   "Nope, on the contrary, but you won't like it."

   "Well, spill it out."

   "If you could only quit smoking for a few days..." I started, my throat
tight.  "Err, you know, just to see if we can, I mean if I can, you know."

   "Oh Honey, you're so sweet.  Give you're stinking missus a bog smooch."

   I complied happily and rejoiced for a while on her juicy tongue.  She
smelled strong of tar and smoke and all that.  A straight man would've
probably puked, especially a non-smoker, but to me it was pure delight.  I
already felt something stir again between my loins.  But I tried to control
it.  Her compulsive smoking seemed not to turn me on any more in the same
way it had in the beginning.  It still aroused me big time, but the sting
in it had gone away.  I could now simply enjoy watching and smelling her.
That was a pity in a way, because it had been pure ecstasy at moments but
at the same time it had made it difficult for me to stay in control.  Love
and sex should be two way things, both partners should give and take, but
when I was in that state of ecstatic arousal I was all but oblivious to
Moira's needs and desires.

   Reluctantly I released her fragrant mouth for a while.  I feigned
thoughtfulness, as if I was trying to figure out something, even though I
already knew exactly what I wanted.

   "You know, my little sweet chimney, maybe we can figure out how to do it
so you won't suffer too much." I said pensively.

   "Hey, I think I know what you mean." She injected.  "I could use gums or
patches."

   "You would?  Then I'll get you some tomorrow." I offered eagerly.

   "So you want to pull this through?  Aren't you afraid I might actually
quit and then you'd be deprived of your biggest turn on?"

   "Now listen to me, Sweets!" I said, putting all my feelings into this.
"How can I prove how much I love you?  I mean that's the whole point.  You
can put me to a test.  If I fail as a lover while you don't smoke, well, we
can, oh, think about that if it happens.  Look, I love you so much it
almost kills me.  I came to realize that in the last days and not because
you're suddenly the hottest smoker I have ever seen.  I mean, would I have
behaved the way I did, if I hadn't been in love so much?  You know what
made me so hot Wednesday night?  I mean you were drunk and I even found a
pack of condoms in your bag while I took your ciggies out.  But I saw that
look in your eyes when you came home and that's when I realized that you
still love me as much as I do.  I want to prove to you that whatever you
do, you can't stop me from loving you, nor make love to you, err, well,
whenever you want it too, of course."

   She smiled at first, but the moment I mentioned the condoms, her face
turned dark and her eyes watered.

   "You found them and you didn't grow mad at me?  What could you possibly
think of me after that?" she said hoarsely, strangled by upcoming tears. 
"I swear to God, it was an old pack, not even mine, that pig Karl pressed
them on me saying I should keep them for him, so Janice wouldn't find out,
even though he later said that Janice has her little side acts too and they
know of each other's affairs and even talk about them.  But can you still
trust me?  I hid so much from you and then the condoms on girl's night!  I
wish I could prove to you I've never even thought of cheating on you again,
after last Friday.  I still wake up at night and go downstairs to smoke and
cry, crushed with shame.  But how can I expect you to believe me?"

   "Now come here Tweety, come into papa's arms.  Papa loves you whatever
you do.  Give us a kiss."

   She complied happily and rewarded me with a smoke rich slurpy tongue
teaser.  She sure had learned well how to drive me nuts.  This time she
even added a new element.  She kept sucking my tongue while she brought the
cigarette to our joint lips and took a drag.  She inhaled by pulling up air
through her nose and then she pulled again just to fill her mouth with
smoke.  Letting whiffs of smoke to waft out between our loosely joined
lips, still sucking on my tongue, she let me share the taste of the smoke
in her mouth.  She pulled a few time on her cigarette, held sideways in an
awkward angle so it wouldn't burn our cheeks.  She only released me after
the cigarette was too short and the hot cherry was getting perilously close
to our cheeks.

   "What on earth was that?" I asked.

   "Didn't you like it?" she asked back.

   "You kidding?  It blew my mind!  But I thought we wanted to do away with
that crap for a while!  I mean, I've been longing all my life for a woman
who would do that kind of things for me, to have a loving wife and be
actually in love with a woman who enjoys doing these things to me, but on
the other hand it scares the shit out of me.  The Chinese say that if all
your dreams come true at once, you might as well hang yourself, because
it's not going to become any better ever again." I spurted out, somewhat
thoughtlessly, having revealed almost too much of my feelings.

   That gave her something to think about on her drive to work.

   On my last day at home, I ran a few errands.  First, the tobacco shop.
It took me a while to settle on a promotional pack consisting of a pipe
rack with five pipes in it, a can of Black & Mild pipe tobacco and a pipe
care set with all there was to it.  Next, I bought two different types of
nicotine patches, medium and strong.

   At home, I phoned Moira up at work for a short chat, just to hear her
voice.  Afterwards I fiddled with the patches to fit my plans and went to
the bedroom for a nap.

   I awoke because I almost choked on cigarette smoke.  Moira was back from
work and playing her tricks on me once again.  When I opened my eyes I
looked directly into hers.  I didn't wait for an invitation and pulled her
head towards mine.

   Half an hour later, we sat on the patio side by side, enjoying the
afterglow of sex.  I was beginning to feel much more comfortable about my
abilities to satisfy her sexual appetite.  I decided to stay chaste for a
while.  As much as I got turned on each time she sucked greedily on her
cigarette or exhaled through both nose and mouth, sometimes at the same
time, sometimes one after the other, I knew that sooner or later the
novelty of it would wear out.

   "Tweety-Sweety, I've been thinking." I started my move.  "I can imagine
that you have you're your doubts about my smoking issue.  I would if I were
you."

   "But I..." she started to protest, but I stopped her.

   "Maybe you'd want to be sure that what drives me is not just my fetish."

   "So that's what you call it, fetish?" she asked haltingly.  "Sounds
kinda sick."

   I God, not that one!  But I had to answer.

   "Well it is addressed generally as smoking fetish, though it doesn't fit
the definition of a fetish entirely.  It's just that nobody found a better
way to name it till now.  I mean, unlike the classical fetishes, like foot
worship or shoe fetish or weirder stuff, a guy like me is able to have a
very normal relationship with a non-smoker.  Well, at least I am that way.
Don't forget we've been together for a year and a half and doing quite
well, even if not spectacular.  I'm sure that given time, we'd ended up
living happily ever after.  Now that things have taken a different turn,
you can't blame me for going nuts over your smoking.  I don't usual feel
that way about a female smoker.  It's because I love you anyway, that I'm
going nuts.  "

   "Um," she replied.  "I'm sure you do believe what you say, but how can I
be sure you're not kidding yourself?  What if one day I decide to quit? 
Not that it's very likely I might quit any time soon, but...Will you still
love me and will you still find me hot enough?  "

   "Well I thought we could at least try to find out." A said with little
shake in my voice.  The crucial moment had arrived.  "I thought you might
agree not to smoke for a few days and see what happens.  You know, we've
been talking about that at the mall."

   "You want to kill me?  I know it has been hell when I quit ten years
ago. I couldn't stand on my feet the first day and it took a week till I
could think straight again.  No way you're going to put me through that."
She replied angrily.

   "No Sweety, I know that's not a good idea.  Not without help anyway. 
I've been to the drugstore and bought you these."

   With a dramatic gesture, I took the patches out of my pocket and
presented them.

   "Mmm, yes, I forgot, we did talk about that.  You know, with these I'm
willing to try." She said happily.  "Yes, it might just work, but I can't
promise I'll be able to hold on to it for more than a few days."

   And so it was decided.  I persuaded her to start that very night.  After
she smoked a few more cigarettes, she took a patch and then on second
thoughts another one, as she admitted she had been smoking just "a little"
more than a pack day and the box said a single patch would suit the needs
of a pack a day smoker.  I could only hope she wouldn't suffer too much
from side effects.