After meeting Hannah for the first time, my wife and I had a lot of discussions on how we should go about letting our DESIRES be known, and not letting things get awkward if she was not interested.

This was (and is) important to us because we are the type of Swinger Lifestyle Couple unashamed of our sex lives, but also conscious that our choices make some people uncomfortable. TLDR = If we're friends with someone, they know we are swingers ... but without CLEAR signs from their side, we do not strongly promote swinging with them. We'll flirt, and in adults only settings we may display a bit of borderline inappropriate PDA between ourselves, but we are "passion based" and want anyone that may play with us to HUNGER our touch and sensuality.

The magic of our flirtation and communication is especially on display when we are physically together, as we do a notable job of being balanced. One of us will push the other to be "adventurous" in what is said or done and the other of us keeps things in check when interpretations of our words or actions might be misunderstood. It is absolutely an art that is constantly expanded, edited, refined, and tailored for different situations, and we knew we were about to use it again.

Seriously? Are you thinking that us meeting a magnificently beautiful woman with a wry sense of humor, and an addiction to Virginia Slims Menthol 120's is going to have us pushing her away? Just like you would, my wife and I were clamoring over who'd get to tongue fuck her clit while she leaned back and took cheek hollowing drags and let out billows of of exhaled smoke between moans.

We wanted to play with her if she was game, so of course talks were going to happen!

On a recent late afternoon the tone of the talks about Hannah took a bit of a turn ...

My wife called me to her office space and told me to bring my drink and cigarettes because she wanted to talk for a minute.

I walked in to see her putting on thick lipstick, her hair already tied behind her head, and her cigarettes, lighter, and ashtray placed into prominent positions on her desk. All of these things were clearly indications that she was aroused, but her first words signaled that this was not the set up for a quickie blow and go.

"We need a plan," she said.

"Well, apparently, one of us already has a plan," I responded.

"Yah," she said flatly as she reached for her cigarettes, pulled one out and held it in her hand before continuing, "but I'm not talking about the plan for the next hour, I'm talking about a bigger plan."

She then placed the cigarette between her deeply red stained lips, clicked the lighter, took a first drag, and French inhaled to the point that my cock became visibly swollen.

"OK. You have my attention. Maybe you can give me a clue about what you are talking about as you blue ball me?" I said.

"Well, I figured I could get your attention if I gave you reason to stare at me and hear every word I say, so I'm putting a little extra effort into keeping you focused," she said.

Then she put the cigarette between her lips and let it dangle, as she opened two buttons on her top with her designer stiletto nails the sparkling of the ring I put on her finger just adding to the moment.

"Are you able to hear me now?" she asked.

"I can hear you perfectly well," I responded.

She then began to tell me that after her most recent lunch and shopping date with Hannah that she had been having intensely erotic dreams, and that she was having a hard time holding back on telling Hannah that she wanted more than a dream.

We'd known the woman for close to 4 years at this point, seen the horrible choices she'd made in men, and had many positive interactions with her. She really was a special friend and we did not want to risk losing her in that capacity, but we unquestionably had a hunger for more.

Sure, they had shared some girl talk about my Smoking Fetish, and she was aware of our status as swingers, and all sides had made childish teases between one another that could have turned more serious, but ... to date ... none of us had ever crossed the line to have a genuine discussion about smoking fetish, group scene fucking, and other dirty delights.

It seemed my wife was ready for that to change, though ... and she wanted to talk about it.

Now, before someone tries to say that there is an overtone of my wife being the one that gave in first, there is something of note. You see, I'll sometimes say things like, "God, it would be so helpful to have a sub here to hold an ashtray and tell you how beautiful you are with your legs in the air ..." while I am balls deep in her. In addition to her sometimes saying things like, "Wouldn't it be nice to have someone lick the jizz off my ass as we lay her and smoked, instead of you having to go get a towel and us having to lose that moment?" And sometimes in those dirty talk moments we'll be more realistic and instead of saying "a sub" or "someone" we'll say "Trina and Jeff" or "Aaron" or ... "Hannah".

So we've had our fair share of fantasies regarding Hannah performing a number wickedly, sexually arousing acts since we first met her, but we've never actually attempted to play with her. We're like that. Fantasy is fantasy, and we get a kick out of sharing our generally unspoken deviant thoughts with each other. Sometimes, we'll even tease one another and say things like: "I'll bet you'd be enjoying that cigarette more if Hannah had her hand up your skirt before you lit it," as we sit in a secluded area of a smoking patio at a local bar.

"I think I'm going to ask her point blank if she's ever fantasized about fucking us," my wife said.

Then she looked me straight in the eye, took a deep drag, and tilted her head before exhaling to the side in the way a strong willed woman often does while they await a response.

"God. We have to be so careful with that," I responded.

"I know. I even know the risk, and I know she has said she's not really bi, and I know that she's a bit more reserved than we are, and I know all of the things you are going to say, BUT ... it's been years," she said.

"So are you proposing that you ask her during one on one time?" I asked.

"I'm not completely resolved to that, but I want to know if you would respect my choice to do so, if it happens that way," she replied tapping her cigarette on the side of the ashtray and taking another drag, before continuing, "I want to find out, because we could be missing a lot of fun by waiting."

"OK," I started, "so let's evaluate what we know, and go from there."

"Well, we know she's got great fucking tits, looks like a million bucks no matter what she wears, is funny, has a positive outlook on life, and smokes VS 120's like a fetish porn model," replied my wife.

"Right. All of those are the parts that make us want to fuck her, but what about her most recent day to day? When was her last break-up and is she seeing anyone with potential at the moment? Is she even 'available' for the kinds of things we'd like?" I presented.

"I'm 99% sure she is available," was my wife's response.

"Well. You're going to have to use EVERY bit of your observation skills in regards to her words AND actions in order to figure out if that is the case before you open the Pandora's Box, because you know how strongly I feel about someone wrecking their lives for a sexual escapade that is not thought out," I preached. "She's not a toy, and she's one of our best friends for vanilla date night adventures, and even if her boyfriends turn out to be total shit-brains ... the discussions we end up getting into when they are around are always stimulating and give us a bigger world view."

"Yes," she said, "that is all true, and I will make you proud in the way I ask ... IF I ask ... but come here, and let me give you some other thoughts to consider," she continued before tamping out her cigarette.

I walked to within her reach and leaned in to give her a kiss, and then started to say, "I would love for this to be ..."

"Hush," she said, as she kissed me and then immediately put a raised finger over my lips.

Then she slowly pulled her finger away and said, "Let me walk you through something."

Turning towards her desk, she opened a drawer and pulled out a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120's; which held great significance as she does not smoke menthols and feels that even 100's are so much cigarette at once that she gets a headache when she smokes them.

After she plucked them from the drawer, she then tapped them down, removed the cellophane, opened the flip top with her feminine fingers, and popped off the foil before saying, "Oops, almost forgot something," and reached back into the drawer to withdraw a snap-clasp, black leather, extra length, cigarette case.

Then she put the pack into it's snug little holding purse, before tugging one of the extra long cigarettes out and laying it on her desk.

To be blunt, she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Now, let's pretend the three of us were in this exact setting. Just chatting about sexual encounters with the same nonchalance we would have if we were talking about the weather. You'd be where you are, and I'd be where I am, and I'd ask Hannah to bring her chair close to us. Does that make sense?" she said.

Nearly unable to respond because of the sensory overload I was being drowned in, my voice broke as I said, "Yes, I can imagine that."

"And then I'd say, 'Tell me when to stop Hannah ... if you want me to' and then I'd start talking to you saying, 'Don't worry baby, Hannah and I planned this the last time we went out, and she's very excited to be here.'" she said.

She continued, "I'd probably then say, 'Watch all of this Hannah, and pay attention to how much his cock throbs each step of the way,' and I'd pull you closer ... like this," she said as she literally brought my crotch to her face.

"First things first," she went on, "Let's get this cock out and see if it is ready for action." she said as she did what she had stated.

"Yeah. That's what I like to see. Firm and ready," she said as my pants dropped to the ground and my hard on continued to swell.

"Let's find out what seeing tits does for the toy," she said as she slowly undid her top and fully exposed her breasts, before grabbing a hold of my shaft again and saying, "A little bit of growth, I'd say."

"Ready for more?" she said as she stood, pulled off her skirt and then removed her panties, before reaching forward and checking my hardness again and uttering "Mmmm a little bit more, I'd say."

"Put a finger in my pussy and feel how warm and wet it is," she purred, as she guided my fingers to her.

Of course I followed her request, but then I began to move on my own ... as we tend to swap back and forth between follower and leader in these scenarios.

"Yes. This," she said as she put a forearm on her desk and reached for the waiting cigarette with her other hand.

"Let's see what happens when I do this," she continued as she lit the VS 120, and looked over her shoulder at me as she exhaled.

"You know exactly what it does," I said as I spread her dripping pussy and put the head of my cock into her.

"I do," she then said as I fully entered her while she took a longer and deeper drag.

*I guess I should mention that I was able to observe that drag in real time, because we had long ago carefully placed mirror for occasions just like this.

"I love your taboo, and the way you fuck, and the way you taunt and tease and then present your pussy to me," I said as I continued grinding deep inside her.

"And you think you're going to convince me that if Hannah wasn't spread eagle on this desk with my tongue licking her clit and my fingers curled up inside her as she was smoking and waiting to be fucked by you next you wouldn't absolutely lose your mind?" she said.

I responded, "I. Would. Never. Deny. THAT!" as I started drilling deeper and deeper with each word.

"Mmmmm," she said in response, adding "I want to taste her dripping off your balls, and eat your cum off her tits while she smokes and sucks you hard again."

"Ungh! Yes! Yes!" I said as I began reaching climax.

"Pull Out!" she then said ... as she lurched forward, and simultaneously flipped to facing me ... leaving my cock THROBBING in the wind.

"This will be worth it," she said as she licked her hand and put what was left of the cigarette in her mouth to dangle, before reaching for my cock and starting to pump it at a furious pace.

"Fucking coat my face!" she said as she continued.

"I want to feel your cum blast all over and to lick the head of your cock when it's at it's most sensitive level," she added.

"Oh God!" I said, as the orgasm wave came back over me and I looked at her taking drags from the cigarette between her lips and exhaling through her nose.

"I can't hold it any more ..." I warned.

"I don't want you to! Come for me baby!!!" she said as she just kept pumping and putting her face closer and closer to what became a geyser of a cum facial.

Spent, I almost dropped to my knees as I felt weakness and near exhaustion from the moment take hold, only to hear her ask, "Are you ready for the Grand Finale?"

"Grand Finale? As if you could top this?" I said.

"Yeah. I'm going to give you the thing I know you want, but never ask me for," she said.

"What's that?" I asked in a genuinely inquisitive voice.

"I'm leaving the cum right where it is, and I'm about to fuck myself to another orgasm while I smoke another one of these long assed, menthol 120's," she said ... as she reached for the case and pulled another cigarette out.

"You're always so fucking thoughtful, and you know I hate having cold cum on me ... so you never ask, but I know you get off on seeing your jizz dripping off the face of a satisfied woman," she said as she lit yet another cigarette and began toying with her clit.

"Watch me," she said, as she continued on.

"Imagine how much better it's going to be while I smoke covered in your cum, and Hannah is eating my pussy between taking drags of her own cigarette ... and tell me how many times you're going to be able to get that cock hard and fuck the 2 of us together," she said as she closed her eyes and started bringing herself closer and closer to the edge.

"It's going to be SOOO hot ..." she said in almost a whisper as she continued.

(To be Continued)

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There is a divine liberty to posting in a Fetish FICTION Forum, that we didn't even take into account when we last posted.

We LOVE the idea that we can weave together tales of things that HAVE happened, or we WANT to happen ... right next to things we know we have no interest in.

On that, we're not planning on putting any kind of notice in our tales to signify when we change from reality to fantasy, but we will tell you this:

1). Almost without fail, our stories have 100% true elements, and some are true from start to finish.

2). If we are asked in comments if something is "true" ... we may not answer, or we may answer publicly OR, we may answer privately. Don't make assumptions, unless that's what helps you sleep better at night.

3). All things we contribute to the group have TWO purposes.

Firstly, our primary intent is the Basic Premise of the Group (Sharing Smoking Fetish Fiction Stories).

Secondly, we are encouraging interaction from those who enjoy reading our stories. We love to receive direct messages (that are well written and take at least 20 seconds to read), and we love to read comments in response to what we have written.

We are real.

We are a couple.

We are in Austin.

We are a (Full Swap) Swinger Lifestyle Couple.

We are Smoking Fetish Enthusiasts.

We are always in search of REAL LIFE ENCOUNTERS with others like us.

Our Stories, however ... deviate, expand, enhance, and sometimes slide completely into concepts that we aren't even "into".