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Subject: Hot Smoke and Sassafras (part 5) m/f - oral, mast., teasing, smoking fetish, public sex, garden fresh eggplant...only kidding about the last one!
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Internal joke;	You will notice that the Sassafras tree has absolutely
nothing to do with the theme of this story, however, "HOT SMOKE and
SASSAFRAS" was a song by a little-known rock group of the 1960s called 'The
Bubble Puppy.' It was a hit back when my wife Becky and I were dating, and
still remains one of my favorite songs by a commercial band.



 *This story is a modified re-post originally submitted to DEJANEWS as a reply
  to someone with common interests.



  WARNING: SEX and CIGARETTE SMOKING GRAPHICALLY PORTRAYED! If cigarette
           smoking offends you... TURN BACK NOW! If sex offends you...
           Then, WHAT are you doing HERE?!?




 (Part 5)  "...SLOW DOWN, I'LL TELL YOU WHEN!...I MAY NEVER WALK AGAIN!..."


 Well, our sexual exploits continued much the same for a while with slight
deviations here and there. My wife became more brazen in her attempts to
bring me off in public. It was almost like the effects of a strong narcotic.
She needed it to fuel her own desires. And she had to have more of it! Each
time she succeeded in making me spurt off in my drawers, the more exciting it
was for her. She told me she'd also achieve an orgasm whenever she would jack
me off through my pants with other people around. She guessed it had to do
with the risk of being caught doing something SO nasty and So naughty to a
man in a public place, and having to explain her actions. You know?..."Nice
girls don't smoke, and they just don't go around putting their hand on a
man's thing in his pants with the intent of beating him off to a climax!"

 She also loved the feeling of power she had over me while performing such a
down-and-dirty act! She got off on teasing me almost to the point of a
ripping orgasm and then, with a saucy smile, remove her hand from my tented
britches just to see what I'd do! There were times where I had to grab my
cock through my slacks to bring myself off when she'd do that! This was also
a spectacle she enjoyed a great deal. DAMN! She could be SUCH A BITCH
sometimes!... and I LOVED IT!!

 Anyway, our little games began to take on new dimensions. Theatrics came
into being! We planned scenes and acted out sexual plays to be performed at
home, or in public. These plays were based on mutual fantasies. First, the
idea would be conceived. Then, discussions on detail took place... the where,
when and how of it all. Direction and dialogue would be easy. They would
develop spontaneously on location during the play. The plot would form as a
result of our interaction, also to happen on location. Just discussing the
details would turn us on so much, we'd have to move the conference into the
bedroom. Becky liked being the dictatorial director in these discussions! I
would lick and suck her wet pussy, playing the 'yes' man, while she smoked
and talked about the production.

 One time, we staged this whole scene where I'd go to this out-of-the-way bar
we discovered while on vacation the year before. It's located in a Jersey
shore community that's normally quiet for most of the year. But come summer,
it becomes a raunchy party haven for mostly college kids looking to let their
hair down during break. Anyway, this bar is always jam packed with people.
The music is too loud. Everybody's sloshed, horny and there for the same
purpose. To boink ... or to be boinked! AH! The perfect place to stage our
little 'sex act!'

 After days of talking about it, the 'big night' finally arrived! Discussion
was kept to a minimum on exactly what we planned on doing, once there. We
were to act out a scene of a 'barfly' and a guy, who's just minding his own
business, meeting for the first time. I got there before Becky, as planned,
and waited with a semi-hard johnson... foaming at the pants, with the thought
of what might happen here tonight!

 I sat at the bar, nursing a scotch, with my eyes riveted on the front doors
and waiting for Becky's entrance to begin this little play. The wait was a
long one! An hour slowly ticked by, and still no Becky. I began to worry that
she was caught up in work and had forgotten our plans for the evening.
Another Hour torturously dragged on as I watched the bar fill to capacity
with mostly horny guys out for a lay. This made me nervous! What if she comes
in and I'm not able to get to her in time? I'd have to pull some slobbering
fraternity brat off of her! I started to get angry. WHERE WAS SHE, DAMN IT?!


 I just started to get up to call her at work when in she walked, looking as
slutty as the day is long... or should I say, as my dick is long, because it
quickly stiffened as my eyes rolled over her sexy form! I realized why she
was late in getting there. She was busy at home, preparing her costume and
make-up for our play. She certainly didn't go to work looking that way! My
eyes were burning into her tits. Me and every other single guy in that bar! I
knew that I would have to work fast. If I didn't, I would wind up having to
fight for her attention!

 Our eyes met, only momentarily, as she made her way through the smokey bar
to a somewhat private booth. MY GOD! She looked like sex itself with her hair
all wild and her face made-up! The low-cut black dress she wore clung to her
form like plastic wrap. Every nuance, every curve accented in black velvet,
was there for discerning eyes to behold. She wore my favorite slutty earrings
and scathingly slutty four inch heels... She shot the works... or she was
going to... if I had anything to do with it! My cock was giving her a
standing ovation. If it had hands, it would be applauding!

 She pushed ALL the right buttons with just her looks and especially her
actions. She sat down in the booth, lit a cigarette and exhaled through
ovaled red lips as she threw her head back slightly. She slowly brought her
head back down and looked straight at me while moistening her full lips with
her tongue. It was all I could do to keep from shooting off right then and
there! I gathered my wits and my drink and started to make my way across the
room. I pushed my way through the crowd over to her table and stood next to
her as she sat there looking so fucking hot! My swollen cock had already
started to leak and the wet spot was clearly visible. I stood next to her in
silence for a long time just taking in the lusty vision of my wife sitting
there. She was paying no attention to me... but I knew she was waiting for my
next move. For a while, all I could do was to stand there, very close to her,
and drip!

 Finally, after clearing my throat, I asked her if I could buy her a drink.
She wasn't facing me when she took a drag from her cigarette. But then, she
turned her head and blew a thick cloud of smoke at my stiffly pointing cock
while looking right at the bulbous head! I couldn't stop it if I tried. I
spurted hard through my trousers, without being touched, right there in front
of her sexy face as she did that! My slacks were thin and I hadn't worn any
underwear, as usual, so the first hard shots coursed through the fabric and
dripped on her skirt and down to her heels. She finished her exhale, looked
up at me and said;

 "Sure, I'll have what your having."

 And with that, she leaned over and placed her lips around the head of my
spurting prick through my fucking pants!! My back was to the crowded room.
There was so much noise and so much going on, no one seem to notice Becky
sucking off my stiff pecker through the slacks. You know what? At that point
I wouldn't have cared! She leaned back, licking her lips, and admired the
fresh lipstick mark made in the shape of an 'O' around the head wetly pushing
out the material.

 "Why don't you sit down and order that drink for me," she said as she grabbed
the head of my cock, "and we'll see what we can do about your ...er..ah,
'problem.'"

  Well, you can guess what happened the rest of our stay there! She brought
me off two more times while I fingered her pussy under the table. This time,
plenty of people noticed my cum-stained trousers as I led my hot wife to the
door. But, I didn't care one bit!

 On our way back, we couldn't keep our hands off each other! I took her home
and fucked her first in the garage on top of the car with her skirt flung up
and me, with my cock sticking out of my open fly. Then we moved to our
bedroom where I proceeded to screw her through the damn bedsprings time and
time again! Our lovemaking that night was rough... fast and urgent!



                            (to be continued)


 (PART 6)              "COUNSELING CAN BE A REAL DRAG"


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