Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained, Part 18 I found Moira in her favorite place, watching TV and smoking her pipe. The ashtray on the coffee table was filled with heaps of ashes from her pipe and a few of the plastic tips from her cigars too. "Feeling any better?" I asked. "My hangover is gone, if that's what you ask." She replied softly. "I can hold my drink normally, got a lot of practice from way back, as you know. I was used to drink Grandpa's Moonshine, which had more than fifty percent alcohol, so plain Gorby vodka is not much stronger than water to me. I could knock back a full glass of vodka and still walk straight when I wasn't even fifteen. But maybe I'm out of exercise. Sorry for the way you found me this morning. I don't know, I only had a drink or two. I didn't drink all of what's missing from bottle. I, err, well, had bought it for some, well, visitors while you were away and that's were the most part of it had gone. Maybe I am sick or something." I should've maybe taken the clue and soothed her, but I wasn't in the mood. "OK, OK, I didn't want to lecture you. Just trying to be nice." "Oh no, not now please." I added when she extended her arms to me. "Look, I'd love to give you a kiss and forget about the madness of it all, but it won't help. The moment I'd be past my high point, I'd just fall into the same pit again. We'll have to find another way to get along together, to make it last. If that's what you want anyway. I can't ask you to be home early every time you're out with the girls or whatever." "But what can I do?" she asked tearfully. "Right now not much. I have to come to terms with myself first. I don't even know what I really want. I mean, I still love you, maybe more than ever, but I don't yet know how to deal with it all. Besides, to be honest, I'm torn apart between my bourgeois education and my other side, the one you don't really know about, something I always tried to keep bottled up. You see, even though before China I thought I had done with my weirder side once and for all, I do now realize it was just an illusion. Even if I had returned to the same quiet woman, a bit uptight and prissy about sex, I very much doubt I would have been able to keep my other side completely under the lid. I'm not saying I might have actually cheated on you, but I would have dreamt of doing it, sooner or later. The way things are now, you've ripped away all the covers and there's no way back to my old controlled self." "So you're saying you need to screw around a bit yourself. I couldn't really object, could I? I'd hate it but if that's what you want, I won't stop you and I won't complain. I'll be content with the leftovers." She said sternly. "No!" I almost shouted. "That won't work. We'd end up sharing a house, but no more. Look, I can stay with you here and we can watch TV or talk, but for I while I want to keep my hands off you, though God help me, it's hard. But unless I do that, I won't be able to think straight. And if don't do that at home, I might well loose my new job, because I can't get my mind focused on my work." Moira sighed and looked at me with watering eyes. "Guess it has to be. You know, I haven't known before what it means to be horny, I just couldn't imagine how that felt. And before you ask, I learned that from you and nobody else. I don't know if it started on that gloomy Friday when your way of punishing me triggered the most intense orgasm I had ever known, if what I have ever known a real one before. It may have been afterwards or could have built up slowly. We had so much sex these days, I never had time to feel horny anyway, so I really can't tell when it happened. But the truth is, I'm just hungry for sex now and not just sex no matter with whom. I'm craving for you, Dearest, it's worse than to crave for a smoke. What am I saying, I'd quit cold turkey right now without regret, and swap it for just another night with you, that's how bad it is." I could see in her eyes she was dead serious by the way she looked straight in my eyes. So what else could I do but cave in? For once, I didn't care about her smoking or anything else. It was just pure delight and even though I missed her the first time, exploding way too early, I stayed inside her and it didn't take long till I was ready once again and this time she went for it like mad. She couldn't stop moaning and screaming to the point it sounded like somebody had driven a red hot rod into her, which probably was not far from what she actually felt. Enough to say that I drove her into total exhaustion. I even had to light the "cigar after" for her, the way her hands shook. I don't know what possessed me, but unlike other times I had lit cigarettes or cigars for her, this time I took quite a mouthful of smoke and inhaled deeply. It felt like hot lava in the first moment, but nevertheless the sensation was, by association, delirious. I blew out the smoke in a long stream and relished the bitter-sweet aftertaste. Slowly but surely I was on my way to join the smokers nation. I wasn't really there yet, not nearly so, but I saw the path before me and realized that though it couldn't be the solution to our problems, it might prove to be the one element in it. "Hey, what are you doing?" she exclaimed, though in a quite friendly tone. "Smoking is my department. Don't you dare!" I answered by kissing her. I could almost feel her dilemma. She would actually welcome having a partner who shared her pleasures, but she would hate herself for being the cause of my downfall. As crazy as she was about smoking, she wasn't dense. At best she would have dragged me into danger zone, but possibly even to an early death. But then, I would welcome both, her delight on sharing with me and her concerns too, as this would give me a slight advantage over her. "I c'mon, I was just playing with it. I don't want to become a nicotine junky like you." I replied in the same joyous tone, to take the edge out if it. "Ouch, that hurt." She said. "But I am what I am and I'm not ashamed of it. I'll have another one after I've smoked this one right down to the mouth-piece. I won't waste a single fleck of it. You have permission to light that one too and take one drag, just one drag, you hear? And wait till I'm done with this one, or do you want me to smoke two at once?" Well, not that I would have been against that, but I was quite content with her smoking these brown beauties most of the time. They matched the color of her hair and of her skin much better than plain white or cork tipped cigarettes. Also, because she was such big girl, normal cigarettes just looked insignificant between her fingers or lips. I wondered briefly if I was ever to find out how a real cigar would look on her. The plastic tip, looking like a very short holder, added just that extra bit of glamour, to make her irresistible, at least to my eyes. Even the smaller Fast Break variety looked well enough on her, still better than normal cigarettes. The ice was broken now and I was back at the start, except I still had my plan and I wouldn't give that up. The head rush I got from lighting her yet another cigar seemed to go straight to my lower body too. I just couldn't wait another fifteen or twenty minutes, so there we were again. I pumped hard in and out her, this time, as we were on the notorious couch, in an awkward position, one of her legs up in the air, resting on my shoulder, while I had the other one between my knees. She dragged offhandedly on her cigar, not really concentrating on it, but she wouldn't give it up either. When she groaned loudly for the first time, as if stabbed in the back, she did so with smoke pouring out of her wide open mouth. I almost lost control and shot off, so incredible was the sight, but I managed to direct my thoughts away from sex and so I could provoke another two or three orgasms, till there wasn't much left of her cigar. "You know, I'm getting the hang of smoking during sex, though it is not easy to do both at the same time. The downside is, I'm already smoking so the post-coital smoke doesn't make much sense, or what do you think?" she asked breathlessly. "Well, who says you can't just light up again? There's no law against that. Here, allow me." I said, reaching for yet another cigar. I was really getting into this smoking business. Though my throat was raw already, just from three single drags, the head rush was becoming less nauseating and more pleasant each time. "Don't you think I had enough cigars for today? I mean, what will you think of a smelly cigar chain-smoker? I'll have quite some breath I can tell you. It's bad enough already, I know, and what if one day you'll be so turned down by the sewage flavor of my mouth. Will you ever want kiss me again? Then we'll have to do it doggie-style for the rest of our lives and then we'll get knee problems and..." No need to say I closed her mouth with a wet kiss and sucked all the combined flavors from her tongue. "Now don't smoke for a bit and breath in deeply, to get the smoke out." I ordered her. "Good, now I want you to take my buddy in your hand. Fine, and now take a deep breath and exhale slowly right into my nose" She did it and the moment the smell of her breath hit my nostrils, I almost got fully hard again. Hadn't we been fucking like rabbits only minutes before, we would have been doing it now, so strong did the smell of her smokers breath arouse me. It was maybe the strongest turn on for me, with my fetish-twisted senses. "See now what I mean? See what it does to me? I can't help it, but it just turns me nuts." I whispered. "Err, mmh, so there goes another reason to quit!" she said with a frown. "Thank you Honey, you're such a doll, I really didn't deserve you." Wait till you hear of what kind of party I plan for our anniversary., I said to myself. "I ain't no saint, no Sir." I replied mocking the Southern drawl, though not very succesfully. "Maybe, but ya sure don' fuck lika saint." She replied the same way. "Alright, this is all very well, but I'm hungry, thirsty and you drained mo of what was left of my energy. I'll have a snack and fall to bed. You can stay up as long as you like, just don't turn on the light when you come to bed." This earned me a kiss. She beamed at me happily when she understood I would return to our bedroom. It may have been a stupid decision, but in the heat of my present state of mind, I once again dropped all my gloomy thoughts in favor of my hormones.