A New Beginning for a Dead Marriage (closed for Becaa57)

[SmokingFap]

An hour later, we're tossing our scant luggage, along with a couple cloth grocery bags stuffed full of booze, mixers, and our favorite snacks, into the car, both of us anxious and borderline giddy over taking a bit of an adventure. We stand outside the car so I can smoke a final cigarette before we head out. You hold my hand and babble excitedly about the little shops and restaurants you want to visit in the quant Arkansas town while I savor my cigarette.

When I toss my spent butt towards the garage to pick up when we get back, you wrap your arms around my neck and kiss me, which is very rare after I've just had a cigarette. We make out passionately for a moment before forcing ourselves to get into the car. Moments later, you let out a "woohoo!" as I back us out of the driveway.

 

[Becaa57]

I realize that you're barely listening to me when I tell what I'm planning. Instead enjoying your last smoke before we hit the road. I know something that you do for me, all these years, I never appreciated it from you. Just one more thing I tood for granted.

When you too it, I wrap my arms, kissing you. I can see the shock on your face, as this is something I wouldn't have done until you at least rinsed your mouth.
Tasting the smoke on your lips and inside you mouth.

"I love you honey!!! Thank you for doing that"

10 minutes of hot kissing later we look at each other
"Well either go back in the house for a quicky, or hit the road???"

You choose the road

 

[SmokingFap]

While the idea of a quickie is extremely tempting, I'm really wanting to get to the hotel to begin our sexy little vacation together. We continue to chat about what else we want to do in Eureka Springs. I'm sipping on a large travel mug of lukewarm coffee, although the adrenaline rushing through my body makes is powerful than the caffeine.

I let you do most of the talking, half listening, but half remembering some of our previous road trips. We used to have so much fun on our highway journeys. Some that we wouldn't be able to tell our families about, and only a few close friends...

I suddenly realize that you have stopped talking and that you've reached over the center console to start massaging my crotch. I look at you and you give me a wicked little grin.

 

[Becaa57]

Smiling at you when our eyes meet

"Why don't you light a cigarette and I'll give you a driving blowjob honey?"

 

[SmokingFap]

Stunned, I look at you with saucer-sized eyes. "I... what?!? That sounds amazing, baby, but are you sure it won't bother you? I don't think I've smoked in the car with you since we first started dating."

Realizing I might be talking myself out of an amazing treat, I go ahead and roll my window down all the way and yours partway, the warm June air blasting through the car, and grab my pack of Marlboro Lights and lighter out of my shorts pocket. I look at the inscription on the old Zippo for a moment. "Take care of her," it says. A wedding gift from your father. Seems ironic given the current situation. And it reminds me about the Daddy comments you had recently made...

 

[Becaa57]

"I'm turning over a new leaf with us and your smoking honey!!!!"

I knew it would and I'm unzipping you freeing your dripping cock from your shorts
I lean over as I smell you smoking the cigarette

This is something you'd asked for several times over the years.

My new frame of mind is to not deny you anything anymore!!!!

I start licking your cock from balls to tip

before swallowing you. Moving up and down on your very hard cock

"If I realized it would get you this hard, I would have let you smoke while I'm sucking you before!!"

 

[SmokingFap]

I'm in car heaven now. I would never have dreamed of you doing anything like this for me before. I savor my Marlboro and your slippery lips and curious tongue on my genitals. You're hunched up and over the center console now, with your still-firm ass clearly visible through the passenger side window.

"God, that feels amazing, baby," I groan my smoke out of my open window. Something inexplicable comes over me, and I add, "You're such a good girl."

Now that we're comfortably on the highway heading east towards Arkansas, I can steer the car with just my left hand, holding the cigarette. I place my right hand gently on the back of your head just as you take my mushroom cap into your warm, loving mouth.

 

[Becaa57]

I can smell your smoke even though most of it goes out the window
The light catches my eye as you put it down

"This the one from my Dad???? I didn't know you still had it"

When you say I'm a good girl

"I try to be Da honey!!!!"

licking your head as I stroke you.

I love when you put your hands on my head when I'm sucking you, something you know

 

[SmokingFap]

I run my fingers through your short brown hair as you lovingly mouth my cock. "Yeah, I LOVE that lighter. That was kind of the first time your dad seemed to accept me, like he was passing the torch to me or something. The torch being you, I guess. And I never want to lose it, so I usually don't carry it with me. But since this is a special weekend for us, I thought I'd bring it.

"Maybe it would give you some fond memories, too," I say suggestively. I can't imagine that there was anything actually sexual between you and your father, but from our references to a "Daddy", and your obvious reactions, maybe you at least fantasized about him when you were younger. Something I'm planning on asking you about later in our hotel room. Considering my own mother was the primary subject of my own fantasies when I was a teen, I wouldn't be shocked if you'd had the same kinds of thoughts about your own father.

 

[Becaa57]

I pick up the lighter while I'm sucking you.
The feel of it in my hand hard and smooth, reminds in a way of his cock and your cock. Strange I know.

Sitting up for a bit
"I don't want you to cum yet, save it for later"

Stroking your cock and thumbing the lighter as you drive.

"To tell you the truth, I thought you had lost it, I was upset about that"
"Can you keep it by the crystal ashtray???"
"It's special"

I go quiet as you continue driving, my hand on your cock stroking it
looking out the window as I wonder how I'm going to tell you about Dad and I
Worried about your reaction.
You reacted not that well when you came across my stash of pictures, and in a way
Dad and I what we did was a lot worse

 

[SmokingFap]

I'm a little disappointed when you stop sucking my cock, but having sprayed my load all over your face a little earlier, I'm certainly not desperate for an orgasm. And I'm happy that you continue just casually stroking my member as we tool on down the highway.

"Honestly honey, I didn't know that the lighter would be important to you too," I say as we passed by what almost looks like a ghost town. "But I think that's a great idea, keeping the lighter right next to our special ashtray. And... well, I just have to say that I'm relieved, thrilled actually, that you're starting to accept me smoking a bit more just lately. You've always put up with it, and I do appreciate that, but I know it's always been an issue between us. And you know that I still enjoy it too much to quit anytime soon. So I'm hoping that won't be a wedge between us anymore."

With that, I place a fresh Marlboro light between my lips and look at you expectantly as you dreamily caress your father's Zippo while stroking my oozing penis.

 

[Becaa57]

I hold the lighter to my cheek, it's warm because been lighting it as you drove.
"It's important because my Dad gave it to you, my husband"
"As a personal gift to you, man to man??? I don't know"

"After you accepted me back from the pictures, I realized I was being selfish about your cigarettes"
"Sooo from now on you are free to smoke wherever and whenever you wish"
"I also know that unlike alcohol it's not a vice you will give up"
"I'm more happy that you've managed to handle how much you drink better"

Seeing you've got a fresh one in your mouth, I lean over to light it for you
Kissing you on the cheek

"I do love you honey, I never stopped doing that"

Sitting back in my seat, looking at nothing, still caressing the lighter
in reality I've decided to tell you about my dad, but trying to figure the best way

"How much longer? or as the kids would say Are we there yet???"

 

[SmokingFap]

I laugh as I puff my cigarette to life. "Patience, my love. We still have a loooong ways to go. But I'm certain that will be worth the wait for both of us."

Four hours later, after mostly small talk to keep our minds off of sex until we could do something about it, we're finally hauling our stuff into our hotel room. Thanks to a snafu, in which the room I reserved wasn't ready for us yet, we've been upgraded into a large beautiful suite. As with the other rooms in the semi-famous hotel, this one has an ornate theme, which is apparently a rainforest motif. The enormous living room area is decorated with tropical themed wallpaper, lots of bamboo and large living palms and ferns. Several electric waterfalls add white noise, ambience, and quite a bit of humidity, although the room is pleasantly cool.

 

[Becaa57]

Walking into the room, looking around
"This is beautiful!!!! We've never ever stayed in such a nice place"

"You are going to have to smoke outside though, and you handle that???"

 

[SmokingFap]

I smile as I reach into my duffel bag and pull out our antique crystal ashtray. Then I point over to the sliding glass doors that lead out onto a small private balcony. I lead you over and open them up. There's just enough room for a small glass-topped, wrought-iron table and two chairs. The third-floor balcony overlooks the spacious swimming pool, although it is dark and empty due to the hour.

I place the ashtray on the table and sit down on one of the chairs. "How about you go make us a couple strong Manhattans and come sit with me, baby?"

 

[Becaa57]

"You think of everything!!!!"

I hesitate a minute, then put the lighter on the table by the ashtray, I'd stuck it in my bra, different for me to do.

"Ok Strong Manhattans coming up!!!"

Making double strength ones, carrying them out to you.

I stand in the doorway looking at you, you haven't noticed I'm back yet.
your looking out over the pool and courtyard.

I wonder if what I'm going to confess will make this the last time I see you.

I walk in, put the drinks on the table.
I notice you haven't lit up yet

"Do you want me to light that for you?"

 

[SmokingFap]

I smile at you, absolutely loving this new side of you. "Yes please, baby."

I put a cigarette in my mouth and lean in as you click the Zippo on for me. I puff the Marlboro to life and take a long drag, then blow the smoke away from you into the night breeze. Then I grab my cocktail and lift it up in toast. "To a new start for our marriage," I smile.

We clink glasses, and each take a couple swallows of your concoction. I nearly choke and my eyes tear up. "I said MANHATTANS, not paint stripper, Bec!"

We laugh and take more reasonable sips of our drinks, quietly looking out over the dark, quiet pool and courtyard, each in our own thoughts. I reach out to ash my cigarette, but then grab the crystal ashtray and place it on your bare thigh below your shorts. Then I trim the ash slowly from the cherry of my Marlboro, letting you feel the heat as I look into your eyes.

 

[Becaa57]

After our toast, I stroke the ashtray on my thigh, thinking
smiling at you when you trim the ash, feeling the heat of the cherry

I look down at my glass and realize that it's empty
putting the ashtray back on the table

"I'm going to make another one, do you want one?"
You show me you' re not done

I go back and make another one just as strong, liquid courage I think it's called
Sitting back next to you, sipping it slower
the ashtray back on my thigh

I sigh

"Ok honey, please don't get mad at me"
"You know I was having sex of one type or another since I was very very young right?"
you nod
"Well......."
"I have another confession to make"

"Please wait before you say anything"

"Shit this is hard"

"Ok, you know my Dad and I were very close, and I mean very close"
I can see you're not getting my point

"Ok My dad and I were intimate, lovers I guess you could say although I always loved him"
"It started in my teens and continued......"
"Oh babe, I'm sorry but it continued until he got sick"

I swallow the rest of my drink

"that's my last secret"

 

[SmokingFap]

I sit slack-jawed for a few moments, searching your eyes to see if this is just a prank or something. When your eyes convey your earnestness, along with a significant measure of trepidation, I realize that you're telling the truth. I can almost feel the blood draining out of my face.

"Wow", I manage. "I, uh... wow, Bec. That's... that's, uh, quite a..." I feel like I can't breathe, and the world is spinning around me.

I look away and drain the rest of my cocktail, then stand up. "So... thank you for telling me that. I appreciate your honesty." My brain has locked up and I'm on autopilot now, just sputtering what I think I should be saying. "Although that's... that's a doozy! So, I guess I DO need a refill after all. Just... just gimme a few minutes to... process this."

I take a final pull off my dwindling cigarette and nervously jab it out in the ashtray on your leg before stepping back through the sliding glass door.

 

[Becaa57]

I sit on the chair, on a whim I light one of your cigarettes and leave it in the ashtray, keeping the cheery fresh and hot

So afraid of what he's going to decide.

I had halfway expected him to explode, like he did with the pictures

Part of me wants to go to him, hug him and declare my love again

part of me realizes he has to work this out in his mind

I keep flicking the lighter on and off over and over again

 

[SmokingFap]

I walk unsteadily as a new toddler towards the little kitchenette in our suite. My brain is a swirling vortex of thoughts and emotions, so for a few moments I focus on just and then create putting some ice in my glass and making a cocktail. Manhattans have always been your thing, and although I enjoy them, I've never paid attention to how you make them. So I end up robotically making myself a double-strength Jack Daniels and Coke. Old Faithful, I think.

"Faithful". The word careens around my brain, and I lean on the marble counter to steady myself. The fact that you've not only been cheating on me with my friends and strangers for years, but also had a sexual relationship with your own FATHER, apparently even during our marriage, has shaken me to my core.

I gulp down half of my cocktail immediately, then top it back off with straight whiskey. Your dad? Your DAD?!? I mean, that's the kind of thing that only happens in fantasy stories on my favorite site, Literotica, right? I had my own fantasies about my own mother, back when I was a teen, but to know someone who ACTUALLY had an incestuous relationship with a parent? AND it just so happens to be my own wife?

But the more I think about your revelation as I sip my industrial-strength cocktail, the easier it becomes to accept. I mean, your dad's a great guy. Handsome too. Of COURSE you had a thing for him when you were growing up. And if your relationship started years before I even met you... But then it continued after we got married? Is that even cheating, since it started before I ever met you? Or is it just a natural, if verboten, extension of father-daughter love? I don't even know how I SHOULD feel about it, and my brain suffers the blue screen of death again. But somehow I realize that I'm not actually angry. STUNNED, sure. But something about the idea of you and your own father...

At any rate, I have many more questions than answers right now, and I can't answer most of them myself. Plus I really need another fucking cigarette right now. So I take a deep breath and let it out, roll my shoulders to uncoil some of the sudden tension, then step back out to the open sliding glass doors. I see you holding a lit cigarette between your fingers, then daintily trimming the ash in the crystal ball on your leg. I've never even seen you hold a cigarette before. It's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen, mainly because you've always detested smoking so much. And suddenly, whatever anger I had initially felt starts melting away as I quietly step out onto our little balcony and sit across the small table from you.

 

[Becaa57]

I'm lost in thought and don't even see you sit down. You cough slightly
saying 'Can I get one?'

I jump and almost drop the ashtray
snubbing out the cigarette I was playing with
getting a fresh one for you, handing it to you
lighting it for you

"So, do you hate me worse now???"
"Or should we go for a walk and think about something else?"

 

[SmokingFap]

I take a grateful drag from the cigarette, still amazed at how you've suddenly accepted and even embraced my smoking. Then I sigh the smoke out and take another gulp of my drink.

"Honey, I don't think I could possibly think about anything else right now. That was maybe the biggest shock I've ever gotten in my life. Even bigger than finding out about you with all those other men. But I want you to know that I'm not... ANGRY at you about it. I certainly don't hate you for it. But I have to admit that I have a lot of questions about it, if you'd be willing to open up to me about it. And I guess I have a confession of my own, but I'd rather wait until we... flesh out this relationship you had with your dad."

 

[Becaa57]

I don't know if I'm relieved or more scared
I nod
"Going to refill my drink I'll be back"

Coming back with another, although slightly weaker drink
I go to you, taking the cigarette out of your mouth
I kiss you
"I love you Charlie"

Sitting back down, the ashtray on the table between us

"Ok, I promise that I will answer any question you have honestly."
"Zero secrets between us now"

very curious about your confession, maybe something from when you were out of control with alcohol

 

[SmokingFap]

I take another drag and exhale, savoring the feeling of your lips on mine again. We really need to kiss more, now that you don't seem to mind the smoke on my breath, I think to myself. I still intend to keep some gum with me or rinse with mouthwash when possible, but knowing that you're no longer disgusted by it thrills me to no end.

"O-kay. So. Um, I have so many questions and they're all in a logjam in my brain right now. But I guess to start off with, I'm curious how it... well, started."