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Our situation continued in much the same manner for a time. This wonderful, hot teasing on Becky's part, and me afraid to discuss it with her, for fear of rejection. Little did I know she was already on to me.
My infatuation with my wife, and her smoking, grew stronger with each passing day. I was in a constant state of arousal. I'm sure she took notice to the ever-present lump in my pants whenever she'd light up. It became an uncontrollable and a volatile condition at times.
No matter where we were, or who was around, when she'd bring a cigarette to her painted lips, the 'beast' would rise up within the dark confines of my trousers and reveal it's rigid shape to anyone who cared to glance down. When out in a public place, it got so bad I would have to excuse myself. With as much dignity as possible, I'd limp off to the nearest men's room.
Once inside the privacy of a stall, after the struggle to get the zipper down over the protruding bulge, my stiff pole would pop forcefully from the opening and into my waiting hand. Jerking off would be a mere formality, and short lived when I was in this state. Almost instantly my prick would be shooting thick streams across the cubical to splash against the wall on the other side.
Most of the time there would be enough warning for me to grab a wad of toilet paper to fire my frustrated sperm into. But there were those times when my cock would already be spurting as it stiffly sprung from the open zipper of my pants. I'd return to my wife with her usually whispering a private comment like, "Well, that was fast!" For a moment, I would think she knew what I had been doing. But then I d shake that feeling, and think she was referring to the length of time it took me to pee, and return.
It was around then I noticed my wife's smoking style began to take on a kind of showmanship quality. It became more vamp-like, teasing, and deliberate. More frequent 'accidental' exhales in my face, or at my crotch! Call me dense, but I wasn't aware she'd caught on to my little desires, but it further fueled my fantasies. I was like a teen again, running off to the bathroom every chance I got to jerk off all over my hand and pants, as a result of her 'unintentional' teasing! Don't get me wrong. Our sex life was flourishing! If anything, it became more intense due to all this teasing. But we never carried through with this fetish of mine in bed. Never a word was spoken.
Then one sweltering mid-summer day, out of the proverbial 'blue,' my fantasy became a reality! It came like a hot kiss from the business end of a wet fist... All at once... hard... and it took me completely by surprise!! *SMACK* (sorry... it's the detective story-writer coming out in me... It won't happen again.)
Anyway, I was standing on a stepladder, fixing the light fixture above the kitchen table, when she walked in dressed and made-up for work. She sat down across from me on the other side of the table, lit a cigarette and smoked while watching me work.
There I was, in full view, standing on a short ladder. I was not able to hide the rigidly pointing cock in my loose-fitting slacks this time. It would have been difficult to miss, jutting straight out, like some obscene tent pole! The shape of the head was clearly visible through the thin material! (NO! I had not put on any underwear that day because it was so hot... I can be such a stupid ass!)
What made it worse was that after every sexy drag she took into her lungs, she would blow the exhaled smoke right AT the tent in my slacks, while seemingly showing interest in my work! I'm a sucker for her. I can't take much teasing, before my cock starts wagging like a puppy's tail.
Soon, my hard pole began to lurch noticeably behind the stretched material. It throbbed for her with every beat of my heart. Tell-tale pre-cum, oozing from my leaking boner, started to bleed through my pants right in front of her eyes, causing the shameful details of my condition to become much more distinct! It was then I realized she had noticed the affect her actions were having upon me, because I heard her gasp with the intake of her next puff.
What's more, my knees were weakening. I found it increasingly harder (heh) to keep a steady balance.
"Here, let me help you hon," she said.
With that, she stood up and walked over to me. Her lovely face was now at crotch level. She had taken a long sexy drag on her way over to me. With the cigarette in the same hand, she grabbed the head of my painfully stiff boner through slacks that were absolutely cum-soaked. Her fist squeezed until an audible squishing sound could be heard! The sound made us BOTH gasp in hot pleasure. All this, while she blew smoke around the protruding head.
"While you're working on that," she said breathlessly, "I'll help you by working the stiffness out of your pants, since I'm the cause of it!"
I gasped again and nearly fell as she started to roughly jerk me off through my soaked trousers. She plastered the sticky fabric around my dick, molding it to its rigid shape, until even my balls were distinguishable under the thin material! This made it easier for her hand, still holding the cigarette, to slick nosily up and down from tip to base at greater speed.
I later found out that she enjoyed making me cum off in my slacks, and would do it over again many times in the months to come! Sometimes she would jack me to a climax& and other times she wouldn't even have to touch me! It gave her a sense of power knowing that she could excite me to the point of shooting off in my pants, and I would have no control over it.
Realizing she was bound and determined to make me shoot off in my pants, I gave into the feeling. I stood powerless to do anything about it, my fists clenching at my side, watching her hand jack relentlessly on my bloated prick. The sexy sound of it became louder. My groans became louder as I started to spurt so hard it shot through the fabric. With a scream she moved her hand to the base. Wielding my cloth-covered boner like a club, she began slapping it against her face repeatedly. Spurt after spurt of warm cum shot and oozed out through the constricting fabric, covering her lips and cheeks.
"OH MY GOD HONEY! LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO TO YOUR FACE!" I choked, after my orgasm began to subside. But she wasn't done with me yet...
Cum steaks drenched her lovely features.
"I know! Do it again! Pull it out, baby! Pull it out and jerk off all over my face! I want to feel your cum squirting against my lips! I've been mean to you, teasing you with my smoking! Now it's time to pay me back! Show me what my smoking has done to you! Pull your stiff cock out and jack it off in front of my face! Fuck it through your fist against my face. DAMN IT, HONEY!! Spurt all over my lips, please!"
GOD!! She was screaming the last three sentences. I went out of my mind with unbridled lust! I had to plaster her face! It had to be done now!
I struggled to extract my still hard dick from the trousers while she cooed and took a drag from her cigarette. I finally unzipped, pulled my aching prick out, and began to jerk off mere inches from her lips just as she blew smoke at the dripping head! I pushed my hips forward and fucked the dribbling tip around those pursed, smoking lips.
I felt the approach of another bone shaking orgasm and there was nothing I could do to stop it! She knew what was going to happen. She wanted it as badly as I.
Sensing my nearness, my wife pulled away to take another long drag while I jerked off like a teenager in front of her face. And then, with the cigarette in her hand she pushed mine out of the way, grabbed my wet dick and began violently jacking it in front of her lips as she teasingly blew smoke at the bloated head. The clopping wet sounds caused by the motion of hand jerking off my cock filled the air around us. It sent both of us into orbit. I watched her rock in the throes of her own orgasm while she beat me off.
That was all I could take! The sight of my wife's beautiful face, covered with sloppy cum from the earlier orgasm blown through my slacks, and those wet red sexy lips blowing smoke at my prick head was too much for this weakling to stand.
I started to spurt, just as she put the reddened filter to her lips to take another puff. The first shot hit her hand and draped over the cigarette AND her lips! WOW! That sent me into a series of hard spurts! The next three were thick and sloppy as she turned her face to exhale. They creamed across her ovaling lips in fat lines. She moaned and continued to blow the smoke from her last drag as I forcefully splattered jism all over her face, neck and perfumed hair.
It was everywhere! Cum dripped in long strands from her nose, her lips, the cigarette... even her earrings! It was an all too familiar sight even though I had never experienced such an act! Then I remembered! Vincent's porn movie... from the shoebox... When I was a teen.
It was picture perfect....