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 Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained, Part 3

   After what seemed like an eternity, I must have drifted away, but not
for long.  The still unusual smell of cigarette smoke in our house had
spread up into the spare bedroom.  Then I realized it was fresh, so someone
was smoking and that could only be Moira.  I staggered to my feet,
exhausted but not sleepy, and stumbled down the stairs to find Moira in the
kitchen, adding yet another stub to the half a dozen or more in the
ashtray. At least in that my strategy, if it was one, seemed to work.

   Seeing her reach for yet another cigarette blanked any gloomy thought
out of my mind and I forgot about headache, fatigue, jet-lag and cheating.
I couldn't help myself, I had to try.  So I placed myself in front of her,
waited till she pulled forcefully on her cigarette and with my hands under
her armpits lifted her to face me.  She all but jumped up, eager to fall
into my arms and we kissed frantically while she bathed my face with the
smoke she had drawn deep into her lungs.  She sure was a quick learner. 
Somewhere in the back of my head I still had my doubts.  Would she ever go
along fully with my fetish?  I still felt I would never be able to confess
fully to her, but for the time being I got aroused big time.

   "Come to the couch" I whispered hoarsely.

   She started to put her cigarette out, but I stopped her.

   "Take it with you, I want you to smoke it up while we..." I didn't dare
say more, hoping she wouldn't protest.

   Obviously she still felt guilty enough, as she didn't protest though I
could see she was at least a little annoyed about my smoke and sex thing.
Well, I could only hope I would be able to keep her guilt-level high enough
for a while so she would accept that I wanted her smoking to be part of our
sex life or... Well one step at a time.  For now I would for the first time
have sex with a smoker who didn't strictly refuse to smoke even during
foreplay.  In fact the few times I had been able to date a smoker, the
girls had always refused to let me anywhere near them while they smoked.

   "It's kinda odd to kiss you while I smoke, but if you say you like, I
don't really mind." She whispered, puffing little clouds of fragrant smoke
right into my face.

   I must have been pretty obvious and she had quickly learned to overcome
her shyness with her new habit, which she had believed would engross me,
finding me thrilled instead.  At least for now she seemed to actually enjoy
our little smoke play.

   I managed to get a few more smoke clad kisses from her till the
cigarette was spent.

   "Would you mind lighting another one?" I heard myself ask, before I
could think the better of it.

   "Oh dear" she said, "I'd just about do anything for you right now, but
I'm afraid it's been my last one."

   "Well, right now maybe we can find something better to do than smoking."
I replied with a wink.

   As much as I would have liked to go on and satisfy my fetish, I was
indeed ready for more than foreplay, smoke or not.  So I gently pushed my
hand up under her t-shirt and started to stroke her big breasts.  That had
so far been the biggest turn on for me, now sweetened by the o so wonderful
flavor of cigarettes, that unique smell and taste of a woman who had just
smoked a cigarette.  Next to the cigarette smoke exhaled by a woman,
nothing smelled and tasted better then the subtly changing aftersmell.  I
had learned that when I had first managed to kiss a smoker, years ago.

   Softly an slowly I got rid of my shorts and with her help also of her
t-shirt.  We were now enjoying each other's naked skin, the one thing we
had had in common from the start.  Hold each other, skin on skin, had
always sent shivers down her body as well as mine.  But now it was much
better than before.  I was aroused as I had never been before and I had to
pull all my strength together not to overdo it and just ram my dick into
her and pump away frantically.

   I had always known in theory how to act, but before, my arousal had,
along with my fear I wouldn't be able to perform, led me to just hump away,
ignoring whatever signals I might have gotten from her.  Now, as my dick
seemed harder than ever before, I finally felt confident enough to take it
slowly and watch for her reactions.

   The reward was fantastic.  I drove her where she hadn't been ever before
and I was able to withhold till she cried for mercy, finally letting my
balls explode, giving Jerry Lee Lewis' song "great balls of fire" a new
meaning.

   "God, now I really could do with a cigarette." She murmured, making me a
little jealous that someone else had taught her the benefits of the
"cigarette after".

   Such a pity she had run out.  But then I remembered I had actually
brought with me a carton of Salem 100 cigarettes from the duty free shop in
Singapore, meant for a coworker of mine, a nice though unobtrusive
middle-aged woman I had befriended in a platonic way.  But, as she hadn't
asked for the favor, she wouldn't miss anything if would give Moira the
carton instead.

   "Be right back" I spurted out, kissing her briefly and ran to the
hallway where I had dumped my luggage.  Feverishly I ripped open the zipper
of my cabin trolley, almost ruining it and tucked at the contents, spilling
them over the floor till I got hold of the carton.

   "Hey, where did you get those from?" Moira exclaimed with bright eyes.
"You're such a Sweety"

   "I bought them in Singapore, for a mere twenty bucks."

   "But how did you know?"

   "Well, I didn't.  I meant to give them to somebody at work, but this is
an emergency and who deserves them better than my own wife, now that she
has decided to become a smoker?" Is said with a chuckle.

   "Gosh, if I had only known how you felt about smoking!" she exclaimed
laughingly.

   I left this uncommented and I would have fallen back into my gloomy
mood, but she had in the meantime managed to rip open the pack and light
up.

   "Mmmm" she murmured approvingly.  "These taste good, just the thing for
three in the morning.  My throat was getting sore from all the smoking
today, but these... They're so refreshing, I could get addicted."

   "Well I wouldn't mind if you'd stick to menthol s, they do smell
better."

   "...and they taste really good." I added after another of the smoke
bathed kisses I was now training her into doing whenever she smoked.

   But then, I said to myself, smoky kisses could only be the beginning. 
It was a slippery path I had taken, as I was quite aware of the dangers
that lay ahead.  Sooner or later her present state of guilt would wear out
and I might find her less willing to accept my kinky demands.  This was,
however, the only chance I saw to save our marriage.  Whether or not it was
worth saving, was another question, now that had to face the fact that
Moira wasn't as faithful and honest as I had thought she was.  She had
given me ample proof that I couldn't really trust her, regardless of how
ardently she affirmed her love and devotion to me.  It had only taken my
absence for a few months to let her go wild.  Without my fetish thing for
female smokers, we'd have split by now.  That much was clear to me. 
Whether she was willing to accept that in the long run, I'd have to find
out.

   However, after another hot and wet kiss, spiced with delicious menthol
flavor, she finished the cigarette and we went to bed.  I took a turn to
head for the spare bedroom, but Moira took my hand and dragged me with her.