Judith is still a lovely woman now, at 37, with short blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, a nice ass and fairly firm 36C boobs,

but you should have seen her when we got married, ten years ago — was she a babe! And we were so much in love that it was easier to put up with a couple of problems.

The first was the blandness of our sex life. When Judith felt horny, she would touch my dick a little, maybe kiss and lick it for a few moments and then just lie back, open her legs and wait for me to penetrate her. After five minutes of the good old in-and-out I came inside her, and it was over. And that was once a week, no more.

I often tried to get her to give me a real blowjob, but she insisted that cocksucking was only useful for making the penis hard; then it belonged in the pussy. She had no more interest in having her pussy eaten. Naturally anal sex was out of the question. But I loved her, so I didn’t complain too much.

The other problem was that Judith smoked compulsively, at least two packs a day. She couldn’t work or eat or concentrate without a cigarette. I actually found the sight of a woman smoking sexy, but I didn’t enjoy being around the smoke on a regular basis, and of course I worried about her health. But she wouldn’t quit. She said she’d started smoking when she was very young and in several tries had been unable to give it up.

Finally Judith agreed to try again for me This time she went to a clinic, and I was allowed to go with her to the first session. The doctor told her she had two addictions: one to the nicotine, meaning maintaining a certain level in her blood; the other to the oral habit of having something in her mouth. For the first, he prescribed nicotine patches. For the second, he suggested that she start by keeping a cigarette in her mouth but never lighting it.

For a while it worked. Then one night, during a weekend out of town, I woke up in our hotel room to find Judith in the act of lighting a cigarette. I stopped her, but she ranted about how she couldn’t stand the deprivation anymore. She started to cry.

I hugged her and said, “Just calm down, honey. It’s going to be okay.”

“It’s not!” she cried. “I need a cigarette! Now!”

“But baby, you’ve been doing so well. You don’t want to ruin it, do you? Hold on! You can do it.”

She cursed and wailed that she couldn’t stop thinking about smoking. I didn’t know what to say to her, so I began to caress her. I said,

“Maybe if we made love it would calm you down.”

First she was incredulous. Then she said, “Well, okay, but if it doesn’t help, I’m fucking smoking a cigarette!”

“Just calm down, baby.”

I slipped out of my shorts and Judith took off her nightgown. While we kissed, she stroked my dick a bit, and then, as usual, she moved down to give it a few licks and kisses to get it really hard. But after a minute she actually took my dickhead in her mouth and sucked it a bit. I wondered what the hell was going on — but I wasn’t about to stop her!

Gradually the tentative sucking turned into a real blowjob. Judith was sucking harder and faster, and taking in more and more of my dick. Then she started to moan. She kept moving her mouth vigorously up and down my dick, occasionally coming up for air and panting, “Oh yes, it’s feels so good in my mouth. I want more. More! Mmm!”

She was sucking me really deep. Then she grabbed my ass to keep me from pulling out. Saliva was flowing freely down my balls, and the whole bed bounced as she sucked. I was so surprised, I couldn’t say a word. I thought I’d pass out! When I shot a big load down her throat, she slowed down a little but didn’t stop, and even after I was spent, she kept sucking my limp dick, moaning and panting.

Finally she released me, then sat up and said, “Well, darling, there you are! Isn’t that what you always wanted? And I guess it worked. I don’t need a cigarette.”

I couldn’t say a word. We kissed and went to sleep.

In the morning we packed and went down for breakfast. But after we’d checked out and were ready to leave, right there in the lobby my wife grabbed my arm and looked right in my eyes, and I knew without her saying that she needed a cigarette, or something. And she needed it desperately.

We dropped the luggage and ran into a rest room off the lobby of the hotel, not noticing if it was a men’s or a ladies’ room. We went in and locked the door. I sat on the toilet, opened my fly and pulled out my dick. She got down on her knees and started sucking and moaning. I told her to keep it low, but she didn’t — I just hoped no one heard! She sucked me till I came in her mouth, then swallowed it. I zipped up and kissed her, and we got out of there. I was sure everyone was staring at us.

On our way home, we arrived at a new agreement. “Well,” Judith said, “I guess I don’t really need cigarettes anymore, as long as I can have your penis in my mouth whenever I need it. And when I do, you mustn’t ever pull it out. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” I said. “But if you intend to make me come in your mouth that much, I’m not going to be able to fuck you properly. You’ll have to let me suck your pussy instead.”

“Deal!” she said. “I love you, darling. Thanks for being so supportive.”

“I love you too,” said the happiest man on earth.

For some time I thought Judith had conquered her addiction. Then one night we went out for drinks with a younger couple we’d only recently met — Hank, a tall, good-looking guy in his mid-20s, and his slightly younger wife Kelly, a strawberry-blonde bombshell. We spent the night drinking and dancing and got pretty high.

Finally we decided to go back to our place for a night-cap. It was only a ten-minute drive. I got behind the wheel with Judith sitting next to me. The liquor was making her extremely raunchy, and she couldn’t keep her hands off me while I drove. In the rear-view mirror I saw Hank and Kelly making out heavily.

Judith’s groping was making it hard for me to drive, so I finally asked her to wait till we got home. Miffed, she slid back to her side and pulled a cigarette case from her purse, then took out a cigarette and lit up.

Shocked, I asked what she thought she was doing. She shrugged and said, “Smoking a cigarette. Don’t be so damn uptight.” After another puff, she said in a softer tone, “Come on! Don’t make a big deal out of it and I’ll be real nice to you when we get home.” I was silent, not wanting to make a fuss with guests in the car.

When we got home, we sat around drinking and talking, and Judith continued to smoke. I was surprised to find I had mixed emotions. Of course I hated that she’d started up again. But I’d forgotten what the sight of a woman smoking did to me! The liquor probably added to the feeling, but I got hard as a rock as I watched her puffing on those things.

After a while Kelly said she’d had too much to drink and asked if they might stay over. We said they were welcome to the guest room, and I showed her the way. When I got back, Judith had opened another bottle of wine. She and Hank and I continued to talk about everything under the sun.

Eventually our conversation turned to sex, and then oral sex. Hank confided that Kelly would suck him off but she wouldn’t swallow. My wife, who formerly wouldn’t suck me at all but now had become an expert, teased him, saying he didn’t know how good it felt to have his load swallowed.

Hank asked what the big deal was, and she said that it gave a man extra stimulation, that it was a psychological turn-on. He said he didn’t believe there could be that much difference, and she said if he didn’t believe her, just to ask me. That put me on the spot! I shrugged and said I had no complaints about my wife’s blowjobs.

Hank, emboldened by liquor, suggested Judith prove her point with a demonstration. She looked at me, and I shrugged again, not believing she would actually take him up on it. But she told him to drop his pants and sit by her on the couch. I wasn’t at all surprised when Hank did just that.

Judith said she’d give him head if he asked her nicely. Evidently a bit of a hard-head, he said there was no way he would beg. She said he didn’t know what he was missing and started rubbing his inner thighs, telling him how good his cock would feel in her mouth.

At first I thought Judith was just messing with Hank’s mind. Then I saw that teasing him was getting her excited. And it was getting me excited too! It was unbelievably hot to hear her talking dirty with him in front of me. Well, if she wanted to go through with this, I wasn’t going to try to stop her.

Judith pulled a tube of dark red lipstick from her purse and, smiling at Hank and me, freshened her lips. Then she got down on the floor in front of Hank, whose dick was stiff as a board. “Let’s see, where were we?” she said. “Oh yes, you were about to ask me for a blowjob, weren’t you, Hank?”

He sort of gulped and said she was making it difficult not to ask. Smiling, she asked if it would bother him if she smoked. When he said no, she got her cigarette case from her purse. As she took out a cigarette, I felt my dick swell further.

But she didn’t light the cigarette immediately. Instead, she used it to tickle Hank’s balls and dick! She rubbed it all over his ball sac and up and down the base of his rock-hard shaft. It twitched as she tickled it, and my dick throbbed too, as if she were doing it to me! Then she placed the filter end of the cigarette at the tip of his dick and rolled it in the precome gathered there.

“Last chance, Hank,” she said. “Are you going to ask?”

“Oh God!” Hank gasped. “Please suck me! Please!”

Judith smiled, then put the sticky end of the cigarette in her mouth and fired up the other end with her lighter. What a sight, with the tip of her cigarette glowing red, matching her lips and nails! She inhaled deeply, then blew a slow plume of white smoke over the head of Hank’s stiff dick.

Judith smiled at me and took another deep drag on her cigarette, then put her mouth next to Hank’s dick and let a little of the smoke leak out over his shaft before taking it in her mouth and sliding her lips all the way down. He gasped and threw his head back.

Judith slowly pulled the dick out of her mouth and exhaled smoke toward me. I couldn’t believe how excited I was. My wife continued to alternate between sucking at her cigarette and at Hank’s excited dick. I was so carried away, I finally took off my pants and began slowly stroking my shaft.

The sight of Hank’s dick sliding between my wife’s brightly painted lips was too much. I watched her lips glide over every vein in his dick each time she went down. Then she’d come up sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing, her lips gripping his head, and either plunged back down on him or let him loose so she could take another drag.

Once Judith had finished the cigarette, she proceeded to bring Hank off rather quickly. Of course she swallowed every drop of come. By then he was so dazed, he’d forgotten the swallowing controversy that had started this whole thing. He didn’t say a word, just hiked up his pants and staggered off to find the guest room.

Judith fixed herself another drink and sat beside me. “I hope you aren’t angry,” she said. “About Hank, I mean. Maybe I shouldn’t have started in with him, but once I did, I hated to tease him so badly and then not follow through.”

I shrugged. “I think you can see,” I said, indicating my erect dick, “that I was pretty turned on myself.”

udith smiled. “I know I shocked you by smoking tonight,” she went on. “But the fact is, I love to smoke and I could never totally give it up. The business of substituting your cock for a cigarette did help for a while, but the craving was just too powerful. And I’m tired of hiding my smoking from you.”

She paused, then went on, “Anyway, I know it turns you on. I see how you look at women who smoke, and I saw how you looked at me while I was smoking my cigarette and Hank’s cock at the same time. I’m sure you’d like me to do the same thing with you. Am I wrong?”

I had to tell Judith she was far from wrong, and we kissed for a few minutes. Then she said she wanted to try something. She’d read an article in a magazine about a woman who gave her husband a handjob with an empty cigarette box. The article said that some brands of cigarette boxes had hundreds of small ribs in the foil inside the box which could be highly stimulating. I was dubious, but she said she wanted to try it.

She went to our bedroom and returned with an empty cigarette box in each hand, of two different brands. She knelt in front of me, slid one box over my dick and started to stroke me with it, sliding it back and forth over my shaft. It was unexpectedly arousing! The foil felt smooth yet had a pull that was indeed stimulating. She saw the pleasure on my face and increased her stroking pace. When I began to pant, she replaced the first box with the other, which fit tighter on my dick and, being longer, encased more of it. Because of the tighter fit, the sensation was even better.

When I felt close to coming, I told Judith to stop, saying I wanted to come in her mouth. She reached for her lipstick and redid her lips, then took a cigarette out of her case, looking straight in my eyes as she did so. For a moment I thought I was going to explode right then and there.

Judith teased me with the cigarette the same way she did with Hank, tickling my balls and the underside of my shaft with it while giving my dickhead an occasional playful lick. Again she flavored the tip of the filter with the clear goo now oozing from my dick. I almost lost it when she lit up, she looked so good with her painted lips gripping the lit cigarette, its tip glowing red-hot.

She took a drag from the cigarette and blew smoke over my dick and balls. I heard myself panting. Then she began giving me a series of sucks, each time taking a puff on the cigarette and then taking me in her mouth without exhaling the smoke. When she came up for air, she breathed out the smoke on my dick or in my face. Then another puff and down she went again.

She finished one cigarette and lit another. I was moaning now, wanting to come and yet wanting this to go on forever. My balls felt like they were going to pop. I asked her to stop, but she just took another deep drag on the cigarette while stroking my shaft with her hand. As my body stiffened, she placed her smoke-filled mouth over my dick once more and moved all the way down just as a huge load of jism shot out of the tip like a cannon.

Judith stayed with me, swallowing it all down while I just kept on shooting and shooting. I don’t know how she did it with all the smoke in her mouth and lungs, but she never choked or missed a drop. When it was over, she slowly slid her mouth off of me and blew a stream of smoke over my slowly diminishing dick.

She gave me a light kiss on the lips, said she loved me and she was so sorry for getting carried away with Hank. She promised never to let it happen again — that is, unless I wanted it to. I said I thought that I probably did want it to happen again, as long as she kept doing it with me as well.

Then Judith said it was her turn now, and lay back on the couch with her legs spread open. She started rubbing her slit and licking the juices from her fingers. This sight soon caused my dick to start swelling again. As I moved closer to her, she took hold of my rod, urged me on top of her and guided me into her hot hole. Her pussy was moist and slick, and I thrust all the way into her with a single swift movement. She moaned and dug her fingers into my ass, drawing me closer.

And then, suddenly, she pushed me away! Arching off the bed, she reached for my dick and brought it to her anus, and rubbed the slippery head around the -little hole. I tried to press it in, but the position was too awkward for her. Instead, she pushed me onto my back and moved on top of me, then slid my dick slowly in her ass, gasping erotically as she did.

With my dick now all buried in her tight ass, Judith reached for her purse and took out a small vibrator I’d given her as a birthday gift a couple of years before. She switched it on and just smiled as it purred to life. Then she gradually pushed the gleaming dick-shaped device in her pussy. I could feel the vibrations against my dick, sitting deep in her ass, and I gave an involuntary moan as she started moving up and down with short rhythmic movements that gradually became faster. I knew I couldn’t hold out for long, but before I blew, she exploded, throwing her head back and crying out as an overpowering orgasm ripped all through her.

Her ass tightened around my pole, milking my load from me convulsively while she continued to spasm through one of the most unrelenting climaxes I’d ever witnessed. I saw her stomach quivering with each wave that hit her. Finally her shudders slackened off and she collapsed on top of me, panting hard.

The first thing she said was, “God, that was wonderful, darling.” Then, almost in the same breath, she added, “And now I really need a cigarette!”

Since that night my wife gives me regular “smokejobs,” and our sex life has been just terrific. She often smokes even during regular sex, and the mere sight of that drives me wild. I do still worry about her health — and about mine too, with all that second-hand smoke.

But then, all of life is a trade-off, after all. I understand now that Judith isn’t ever going to be able to stop smoking, and so I have no choice but to come to terms with this fact. The pleasure it gives us both makes this a pretty easy task.