The Smoking Cuckoldress

"It sounds very lively in there tonight," Claire said as she walked hand-in-hand towards the bar with her husband, Eric.
"What did you expect? It's the start of the weekend," he chuckled. "Come on. Tommy is already inside. I'll introduce you to him."
The young, married couple entered the bar and quickly found Eric's buddy from his days in the Army. Tommy was still serving his country, but he was in town for the weekend, so he contacted Eric to come and join him for a few beers.
Not wanting to stay home by herself, Claire insisted on tagging along. Eric had already left the military when he met his wife. They were now twenty-nine and married for three years. Claire was yet to meet any of her husband's friends from his previous life in the Army.
The bar was bustling but, luckily, Tommy had secured a booth. He was tall and muscular with a shaven head. Claire thought he was ruggedly handsome and tough looking, rather than thuggishly intimidating.
"It's been too long, my friend," Tommy said, hugging Eric. He then looked at his friend's wife. Very nice, he thought. "And this lovely lady must be Claire."
"Hi," she beamed, looking as gorgeous as ever.
Eric put an arm around his wife. "It sure is," he beamed proudly.
"It's lovely to finally meet you, Claire."
Tommy shook her hand, grinning. He knew from the photos of her on Facebook that Eric had done well for himself, but finally seeing her in the flesh aroused him.
5ft 7", with long, wavy brown hair, hazel eyes and curves to die for, Claire blushed when Tommy's eyes glinted over her figure. She was wearing high heels and a knee length, low cut, black dress, revealing a delightful cleavage.
"Take a seat while I get the drinks in. What do you both want?" Tommy gestured for the couple to occupy the booth.
"Any strong beer will do," Eric said.
"A Gin and Tonic. Thank you, Tommy," Claire replied.
"What do you think?" Eric asked his wife as they sat down together.
"About what?"
"About Tommy. What do you think of him?"
"I don't know. I've only just met him. He seems nice, though."
"He's a good guy. He always had my back in the Army."
When Tommy returned with the drinks, he sat opposite the couple, diving straight into his catch up with Eric. Two rounds later, Claire was laughing at the funny tales and tribulations being shared by the boys from their time together in the Army. She then excused herself for a long overdue cigarette.
Eric smiled as he studied Tommy examining his wife walking out of the bar, carrying a packet of Vogue Slims. He knew his friend liked what he was looking at. Tommy's glances at Claire's cleavage hadn't gone unnoticed either, but Eric was cool with it.
Claire exited the bar and walked down the street a little, unintentionally standing in view of Tommy and Eric. They watched her through the tinted window, taking out a long, thin, all-white cigarette and then slipping it between her soft, red lips.
"You've done well for yourself, Eric," Tommy said, staring at Claire lighting up. She sucked a deep drag, pulled the smoke into her mouth, inhaling it down into her lungs. "She's a knockout."
"Yeah, I know," Eric nodded, watching his wife exhale a long, steady stream of smoke from her pursed lips. "Even when she's smoking."
"Especially when she's smoking. I don't mean to speak out of turn, but look at her, buddy, she's the hottest woman in town."
Eric chuckled. "It's fine. I appreciate the compliment."
"And it is a compliment." Tommy couldn't take his eyes off her. Claire had his cock throbbing and Eric knew it. "She's not anything like Donna, is she?"
"No! No, she's not!" Eric said. The friends laughed out loud.
Claire continued to smoke her cigarette; unaware Tommy was eye fucking her through the window. He had a fetish for sexy smokers and Donna was an ex-girlfriend of Eric's, back in the day. He'd shared her with a few of his Army friends, including Tommy.
"That's a shame," Tommy chuckled. "She was a hot smoker too. But I'm only yanking your chain, buddy. I can tell Claire is an honest woman."
"Worth an ask though, right?" Eric smirked knowingly. He knew Tommy would if given the chance.
"I'm sorry. I was out of line," Tommy apologised.
"It's all good. I haven't changed in that regard. I would if Claire would. She's just not that kind of woman," Eric said.
"Really? You'd share your wife like you used to share, Donna?" Tommy was surprised. "Claire is a classic beauty. No offence, but Donna was a slut."
"None taken." Eric chuckled.
"Between the two of us, I'm sure we could corrupt your wife," Tommy teased. "Right, I'm gonna take a piss and then I'll get the next round in."
"But you bought the first two!" Eric protested. "It's my round."
"Sit your skinny arse down," Tommy joked. "The drinks are on me tonight. It's great to see you again. I'll be back as quick as I can."
As Tommy headed off towards the men's room, Eric looked through the window osmancık escort again. Claire was standing with her high heels and legs together. One arm was folded across her body, holding her packet of Vogues, while she pulled long drags from her cigarette.
He'd prefer his wife didn't smoke, but it didn't really bother him too much. Claire started smoking at fourteen. Now twenty-nine, she'd spent the past five years trying to quit. Eric lost count how many times his wife said she was packing it in, only to catch her smoking within a day or two.
As Claire finished her cigarette, Eric remembered the time Tommy fucked his ex-girlfriend. They were all drunk and horny, well up for a threesome. But once his ex saw how well-endowed Tommy was, the threesome suddenly turned into a cuckold situation, with Donna smoking like a slut at Tommy's request.
Another two rounds of drinks later, Claire was outside again, unknowingly turning Tommy on with another cigarette. When she returned, she asked her husband to join her on the dance floor. Not being much of a dancer, he suggested Tommy accompany his wife instead.
Claire smiled at her husband's handsome friend. "Can you move, soldier?" she asked him.
"You bet your arse I can move!" Tommy winked at her.
Eric felt his cock twitch. He knew nothing bad would happen. As much as he'd love to see his wife trying to take his friends big cock, and despite their earlier conversation, he trusted Tommy not to take any liberties, and he was right to.
Apart from telling Claire how beautiful she was, and making it all too obvious, with his eyes that he loved the shape of her body and the size of her tits, Tommy kept his hands to himself and simply danced with his friend's wife.
The dance floor was in full swing and with the G&T's kicking in, Claire let herself go. She was attracted to Tommy in a way she knew she shouldn't be, but it was her husband's idea, so she twerked and twisted, letting his friend get a get look at her fine arse and creamy cleavage.
Meanwhile, Eric sat in the booth, watching them intently. Maybe, just maybe, he thought. The chemistry was definitely there, but could he get his loyal, prim and proper wife to cuckold him? The alcohol had clearly put her in a playful mood.
After three songs, Claire went outside for a cigarette while Tommy returned to the booth. The two friends watched her through the window once more, smoking languidly whilst looking ravishingly hot.
"That's one hell of a woman you got there, Eric. I take my hat off to you, buddy."
"Thanks. You both looked to be having fun up there. Do you fancy coming back to ours for a nightcap?" Eric trembled at the offer.
Tommy grinned. "Are you sure? Would Claire mind?"
"No expectations. Just a drink and see what happens," Eric said. Tommy knew what his friend was thinking. He was thinking the same thing.
"I'm in, buddy, but only if your wife doesn't mind. Man, look at her..." Tommy stared through the window.
Claire had no idea she was smoking under the watchful eyes of her husband and his friend. But as she swallowed a thick, swirling ball of smoke, she was thinking about how attractive Tommy was.
No man had ever told her she made smoking look so sexy before. When Tommy said it to her on the dance floor, she thought he was just flirting. He was. But then he told her again, with lust in his eyes, and she knew he meant it.
When all three were back inside the booth again, Tommy insisted on doing shots before they hit the road. Eric seized the opportunity to ask his wife if she minded Tommy coming home with them for a nightcap.
"It looked like you two had some fun, dancing earlier," he said.
"Yeah, your friend can dance. You should get him to teach you a few moves," Claire joked.
Eric laughed. "Maybe I should. I've never been able to compete with Tommy, though."
"What do you mean by that?" Claire asked, curiously.
"Tommy is a natural born leader. He was always the fittest and strongest, not to mention he always had the calmest of heads in stressful situations."
"Oh, I see."
"The ladies always loved him too."
"Awwww," Claire teased her husband, offering sarcastic sympathy. "I'm sure you had your fair share of girls in the Army."
"I never had his confidence, though. Plus, he's packing," Eric chuckled, curious to see how his wife would react.
Claire laughed. "Is that right?" she eyed her husband with suspicion.
"I haven't suggested anything to Tommy, yet, but do you mind if he comes back to ours for a nightcap?" Eric's heart began to race.
"A nightcap?" Claire raised her eyebrows, now highly suspicious.
"Yeah. I'd like to show him where we live and have one last drink. He goes back to the Army tomorrow. I don't see him from one year to the next."
"Tommy can come back with us for a drink. He can sleep in the spare room, for all I care, but don't be getting any funny ideas," Claire warned her husband.
"Funny ideas?" osmangazi escort Eric pretended to be clueless.
"Forget it. Tommy can come back with us for a nightcap," Claire agreed, thinking she must have misread her husband.
When they eventually arrived at the house, the three sat down on the sofa together, drinking wine. Claire thought nothing of it when they sat either side of her. She politely asked Tommy why he hadn't settled down yet.
He explained he didn't want a family while he was still serving in the Army. Then Claire excused herself for a cigarette, but Tommy insisted she smoke on the sofa. She was only being polite because he didn't smoke.
"Are you sure? I don't mind going into the kitchen," she offered.
"It's your house, Claire. I don't mind sitting next to you while you smoke." Tommy even picked up her packet of Vogue from the coffee table. "Here," he smiled, sliding one out.
Eric felt a surge of excitement. His wife had her back slightly turned to him as she faced Tommy. She went to take the cigarette, but he presented it to her mouth instead.
"Oh," she giggled. "Thank you." Claire parted her soft, red lips and accepted the all-white filter.
"So hot," Tommy whispered, watching her sexy lips secure the long, thin cigarette.
Claire blushed, trying to ignore the flattering compliment in front of her husband. Tommy then threw the packet down on the coffee table and picked up the lighter. She tingled all over, having never had a man light a cigarette for her before.
Eric remained excitedly quiet on the other end of the sofa, watching his friend light his wife's cigarette. He didn't understand the smoking fetish, but he knew it drove Tommy crazy, and Tommy knew seducing Claire would drive Eric insane.
Even Claire felt the atmosphere had changed. She held the cigarette between her lips and allowed Tommy to burn the end with the lighter. Instinctively, she hollowed her cheeks then removed the cigarette from her mouth. The look in Tommy's big brown eyes sent a shiver up her spine.
Full of lust, as she inhaled the ball of smoke and held the cigarette a few inches from her face. Claire became lost in his gaze while holding the drag inside her lungs. She only snapped out of it when she released a long, steady stream of smoke from her pursed lips and remembered her husband was sat beside her.
She looked away from Tommy, shyly, and sat back against the sofa, preying nobody noticed her arousal. But they were all aroused. Eric hoping to finally watch his wife getting fucked, and Tommy hoping to fuck a sexy, smoking wife, such as Claire.
"If only cigarettes were still allowed to be advertised on TV, hey, Eric," Tommy grinned at his friend's wife sucking on the white filter, coating it in red lipstick.
Eric chuckled at his blushing wife as she inhaled. "Behave yourself," she said hoarsely, while her body absorbed the nicotine.
"I'm being serious. You really are the most beautiful smoker I've ever seen. I could watch you smoke all night," Tommy chortled, trying not to come on too strong.
Claire exhaled another long sexy plume across the living room. "Thanks, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but my husband is sat beside me," she giggled flirtatiously.
"Don't mind me," Eric laughed.
"We're all drunk," Claire blushed, more cautious about her own dizzy state of arousal than theirs.
"If you were my wife, I'd let you smoke in bed. In fact, I'd insist you smoke while I made love to you," Tommy grinned.
Eric suddenly became weak with overwhelming desire. He'd seen this approach from his friend before, hitting on other female smokers, and Claire was secretly lapping it up. She often felt like a leper, going outside by herself to smoke.
Tommy was actually into her smoking, and she was under the strong influence of alcohol.
"Imagine that," Tommy said, passing Claire the ashtray from the coffee table.
She continued to blush and smoke, unable to look at her husband incase he looked into her eyes and saw how aroused she was by his friend. Tommy glanced at Eric for encouragement.
"I think it would be hot if you were Tommy's smoking wife for the night," Eric suggested, his voice croaky.
"What?" Claire finally looked at her husband, shocked. Her fingers tightened against the lipstick-stained filter.
"I'm just saying," Eric shrugged. "I think it would be hot."
"Eric!" Claire gasped, but she wasn't upset or offended. Instead, her nipples hardened, and her pussy became moist.
"What about you, Claire?" Tommy smirked, placing a hand on her face and turning her head towards him again. "What do you think?" She looked lost into his eyes and took a shallow drag.
Oh my God! His hand his touching my face! When she inhaled, Tommy took her silence as consent and leaned in, kissing her smokey lips. Stunned, Claire didn't know what to do. She let his tongue slip inside her mouth while she held the smoke inside her lungs.
Convincing herself that osmaniye escort she had no choice, they explored each other's mouths until she finally had to breathe. Tommy sensed her need to exhale and locked onto her mouth. Claire didn't mean or want to blow smoke into his mouth, she had to. She did it slowly and he didn't even cough, but she still pulled back and apologised to both him and her husband.
"I loved it," Tommy smirked, adjusting the erection between his legs.
"It's ok," Eric assured her. "I love you no matter what happens tonight."
"You're a beautiful woman, Claire," Tommy breathed, turning her head once more and slipping his tongue inside her mouth again.
Claire couldn't believe she was kissing another man in front of her husband, but she couldn't understand why she wanted to do it either. She moaned into Tommy's mouth and began to kiss him passionately.
"Take a drag," he whispered, holding the side of her face.
Eric watched his wife's flushed cheeks hollow before she shared another erotic, smokey kiss with Tommy. He knew there'd be no turning back now. His heart thumped while his cock strained inside his pants.
"How do you like the sound of being my smoking, hot wife for the night, Claire?" Tommy moved his hand to her chest and softly caressed one of her large, soft mounds over the low-cut dress.
"Uh... Eric..." she sighed, flicking her head at her husband for help.
"It's ok, if you want to," he breathed calmly, but his stomach was doing somersaults.
"I... guys... I..."
Tommy took the cigarette from Claire and stubbed it into the ashtray, giving her a couple of hazy seconds to think. It wasn't enough time. Tommy's hand was on her breast again, driving her crazy with desire and confusion.
"So beautiful," he said softly, kissing her lips. "Let's make you more comfortable."
"Whoa! Tommy! Eric!" Claire panicked, unable to say yes or no.
"Relax." Tommy smirked into her confused, hazel eyes and pulled one side of her dress apart. Her left breast fell out.
"Uhhh!" she gasped.
"Mmm..." Tommy groaned, taking the soft globe in his hand and swirling his thumb around the hard nipple.
"Guys! What are we doing?" Claire panted. Kissing another man had now progressed to that man exposing and holding one of her breasts.
"God, you don't know how long I've wanted to see you like this," Eric confessed to his wife.
"Eric?" Claire turned to her husband for answers, while Tommy pulled the other side of her dress open, exposing both tits in all their glory. "I... I don't know about this." Her body was shaking while her breathing was all over the place.
"It's ok if you want him to continue," Eric spoke into his wife's eyes. "It would make me very happy if you did, but it's up to you."
"Did you both plan this?"
"Of course not," Eric replied sheepishly.
"Do you want to be my smoking hot wife tonight, Claire?" Tommy continued to test her resolve by moving his hand over to her other swollen breast. But she was still looking into her husband's eyes.
"Is this what you really want?" Claire sighed at him. Eric simply nodded and smiled. "Then I'll do it. I'll be your smoking hot wife tonight, Tommy."
"Take a seat on the chair, Eric. You can watch, but me and my smoking hot wife need the sofa to ourselves." Tommy buried his head in Claire's chest and began to devour her big tits.
She shrieked, watching her husband get up and go over to the armchair. She felt guilty but then Tommy started sucking on her nipples and pushing her tits together. It felt exciting having another worshipping her breasts. Too good to change her mind.
"Mmm... doesn't my hot wife have a great set of tits, Eric?" Tommy groaned, pulling Claire's dress down her arms as he feasted on her mounds.
"They look great to me," Eric chuckled.
Claire's emotions were mixed, but she didn't offer even a token protest, when Tommy knelt on the floor between her legs and pushed the dress up around her waist.
"You have great legs, Claire," he said, kissing the tops of her thighs.
She loved how hot she made him, but she felt embarrassed, letting another man pull down her panties, especially in front of her husband. She looked at Eric and worried what he might think of her.
"It's ok, if you're ok," he said quietly, not disturbing the flow.
"Mmm... such a fine-looking pussy my hot wife has, Eric. Look how neatly trimmed she keeps her sexy, dark bush. Mmm..."
"I bet she's already dripping wet, and I bet she tastes amazing," Eric replied, catching his breath.
"I'll let you know, buddy." Tommy smirked at a very excited but startled looking Claire then pulled her down the sofa.
"Uhhhhh... Fuck... Uhhh, God! Uhhhh!" she cried out.
As her arse slid towards the edge of the sofa, her legs flew open in the air. Tommy wasted no time in getting his head deep between her thighs and his face buried in her wet pussy. He moaned as he lapped Claire's married juices in front of her husband.
"Oh my God, Tommy!" she yelped. His tongue was amazing.
Eric felt jealousy in his bones and adrenaline in his veins. It was like taking a hardcore drug after years of abstinence. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his throbbing erection.