1 comments/ 17226 views/ 2 favorites Debbie's Awakening Ch. 01 By: jlenil Debbie and I used to be a typical suburban couple. We had been married for just over a year after having lived together for two years. We had no kids yet, and were anxious to start a family soon in our new home. We were conventional and, I thought, pretty satisfied with our lives. We were apprehensive about moving, but once we did, we were sure we made the right choice. Our new neighbors all seemed very friendly and they all seemed to socialize together. When we met on our nightly walks, more than a few of them talked about getting together socially, and we were happy when Stan and Amy, our next-door neighbors, invited us over for a cocktail party one Saturday. We were looking forward to it with pleasure. "What do you think they'll be like," Deb asked. "I don't know," I replied. "Probably people like us, just trying to live a nice, average life." When Saturday arrived, we bought some flowers for the hostess and arrived promptly at 6 PM. Stan greeted us at the door and introduced us to the other people at the party. After about 15 minutes of friendly introductions, the ladies settled into the living room and the men headed out to the kitchen. Joe took drink orders from the ladies before we went down the hallway to the other part of the house where the kitchen was located. Debbie remained with the ladies and I left with the guys. In the kitchen, Stan was preparing trays of food with help from Sal and Jack. All the guys offered to pitch in and soon the food and drinks were ready. The men were very friendly and wished me a warm welcome to the neighborhood. I was starting to feel really good about our new neighbors. It did strike me as a bit unusual that it was the men working in the kitchen and the ladies lounging in the living room, but what the hell--it's not 1950 anymore. We all grabbed trays with either food or drinks and headed down the hall. As we neared the living room, I noticed the unmistakable aroma of cigar smoke. I was glad that smoking would be allowed--I like a good cigar myself once in a while, although I wasn't permitted to smoke in the house. But who was it that was smoking, I wondered. As we entered the living room, I received what I can only describe as the shock of my life. The ladies were all laughing, talking, and...puffing away on cigars! And that included Debbie! My Debbie, who had never smoked anything in her life except a little pot in college! And she looked like she was having the time of her life. I didn't know how to react, especially with all the other folks acting like what was happening was perfectly normal. I reddened a bit and noticed that, despite my consternation, that I was actually turned on by this. Who would have thought? Debbie turned and smiled at me, but the smile had an ingredient in it that I had never seen before--and it made me a little nervous, despite the effect she was having on me. I walked over to her and started to stammer something and, as I did, she blew a little plume of cigar smoke in my direction. "Would you like to try a puff of my Cohiba darling? It's wonderful"--she almost laughed as she said the words. The other ladies continued puffing away, and the party continued for the next couple of hours, everyone eating and drinking, and the ladies, but not the men, enjoying cigars. Very strange. Around 10 PM, the men got up and started to straighten things up. Not knowing what to do, I joined in, but had the feeling that these neighbors had some peculiar habits. Things were ass-backwards, as they say. *** Deb and I walked home in silence. When we got in the door, I asked her "What the hell was that all about? And when did you start smoking cigars? I think you owe me an explanation." Debbie just laughed. "I had the best time tonight that I've had in years--don't ruin it for me. And anyway, I noticed that you seemed to, umm...like it." I reddened again. Caught. There was no point in talking any more about this tonight, and no point in letting letting this come between us, so we joked around a bit and headed for bed. We had a very special time under the covers that night before we finally drifted off to sleep. *** A few days later, Deb told me that she was joining a women's "support" group that was led by Carol, Sal's wife. Carol seemed to be the social leader of the neighborhood ladies. She is a beautiful brunette, a stylish dresser, an attorney, very smart, and totally self-confident. I asked Debbie what kind of support these ladies needed and she said "we'll have to see. I just know that I like these ladies and I want to be a part of the group. I'm sure it will be worthwhile." Something told me that I might regret it, but I told her "babe, anything you want is OK with me--I love you and want you to be happy. Go ahead." I soon started to see the effects that being a member of this group was having on my wife. Apparently, it was some kind of assertiveness training course. Deb was becoming very outspoken and no longer deferred to what I said. She even announced one night, to my utter shock, "why do you think that you should control the TV remote? Because you're a man? Sorry, but that BS won't work anymore." The weird thing is that the more assertive she became, the more I felt attracted to her. I was in love before, but now it was like in the beginning--only better. The group's meetings continued every Wednesday evening. I began to look forward to them, as that became the only night I could watch sports on the TV. I thought that we had reached a stable point and that things could stay the way they were for the time being. I was in for a surprise. *** One Friday evening I was at a bar with some colleagues after work. Noticing that it was approaching 8 PM, I realized I had better get home. I drove to the house, parked the car, and walked in the door. Sitting on the sofa was Debbie, sipping a white Russian and nonchalantly smoking a rather large cigar, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. "Hello dear, I was hoping you'd be home soon. Get yourself a drink and have a seat." I felt almost paralyzed. This was not the typical thing a guy like me expects when he gets home from work. "Debbie, what are you doing? Cigars! What the fuck? Is this some kind of role playing or are these ladies corrupting you?" The last half of that sentence was only partly a joke. She didn't smile. "Sit down", she said coldly. As I sat, a new look came over her face. No, it wasn't exactly new--I had seen the look more and more over the last several weeks. The look said "I'm in charge now--and if you don't like it, too bad." "We need to get something straight Jay." I've learned a lot about myself and the lot of women over the last few weeks. I've learned about how the roles forced upon women are not only oppressive, but actually unnatural..." I interrupted. "You're out of your mind dear. I've never oppressed you and never tried to hold you back. I've always been very supportive And, by the way, if you look at nature, the male does seem to be dominant." Deb only smiled, dragging deeply on her double corona and blowing the smoke at me. "You're right Jay. The male seems to be dominant. Seems to be." "What do you mean?" "Think about it. Who really is in charge in the human species? The woman. Who picks the mate? Ninety percent of the time it's the woman who chooses. Who decides whether to make love? The woman. Men only think they're in charge. And I guess that in the Neanderthal branch of the human race that's still true--but only because women don't realize their power. That's what I've learned in the past few weeks. And as for your being such a nice guy... well you expect me to do three quarters of everything around the house, and I'm supposed to be grateful that you "treat me nice?" Face it Jay. I've learned the truth about the way things really are. I'm taking charge of my life now and if you don't like it, there's the door." She punctuated her statement with one last drag of her puro. I was completely at a loss for words. "And tell me Jay. Why shouldn't a woman smoke a cigar anyway? We have taste buds just like men. In fact, our's are more sensitive to the subtleties of flavor. Does my smoking them threaten you in some way?" Debbie then seemed to soften a bit. "If you're a good boy, tonight will be really special. If you want me as much as I want you right now, get yourself to the bed. I'll be up in a few minutes. I am still amazed that I listened to her, but there was something in me that could not resist. I went to the bedroom and awaited her arrival. I have to admit that I was as turned on as I had ever been. As Deb entered the bedroom, I was almost in agony with anticipation. She said "I think you're going to like my being in charge. At least in the bedroom. We're going to play some games tonight that I think we'll both enjoy." With that she took out a pair of handcuffs. Now I had never thought that I was the kind of guy who would get turned on by handcuffs, but I figured I'd play along. If that's her thing, I was sure we could have some fun with it. "Put your hands on the bedposts. Now." In another minute, my hands were cuffed to the bed. She then took out some nylon rope and bound my feet to the footposts. I knew then that this whole scene had been planned. I didn't really like this feeling of total powerlessness, but I was totally horny and ready for almost anything. Deb sat on the chair and lit another large cigar. She smoked silently for a few minutes, almost ignoring me. I was starting to get a bit nervous, but at the same time I was literally in heat. Deb got up and said "you're going to do exactly what I tell you and then you'll get the best fuck you've ever had. Like I said, if you're a good boy, you'll be rewarded." She then blew cigar smoke in my face and laughed. It took all of my will power to restrain myself. She walked over to the bureau and took out a couple of papers. "you're going to sign these", she said. "Sign what?" "One of these documents gives me total control of our finances. Carol had it drawn up this week. It will be completely legally... um, binding, if you'll pardon the pun." "If you think I'm signing that, you are totally fucking crazy. If that bitch Carol thinks that something signed under duress is enforceable, she's not as smart as I thought she was. No, no, and no!" Debbie just smiled again, took a deep drag, and blew some more cigar smoke in my face. "And, tell me Jay, who would believe that little old me had put you under, as you say, duress? And would you be willing to explain how I did so, in a courtroom full of strangers? Let's get it over with. Sign the papers and get your reward. You will sign it eventually, believe me, but if I have to wait, you're going to have to take care of that thing sticking up there all by yourself--for the rest of our marriage." I hate to admit this, but I knew deep inside right then that she was going to win. Mentally surrendering, I simply stammered, "what's the other paper?" "That, darling, is our new personal contract. It spells out your new duties and specifies what you have to do in order to stay in my good graces. This one is not legally enforceable, but I always have the other document in case you break the terms of this one. If you're a good boy, as I said, you will have your rewards. And you know it's true that you, on a very deep level, really, really love this. If you disobey, let's just say you're screwed in another way." The so-called contract required me to do all of the cleaning, cooking, and laundry, in addition to my other duties. I was to basically do what Deb wanted, when she wanted it done. If I failed to satisfy her sexually, she would be free to find someone who could, but I would be required to remain faithful to her no matter what. The contract also specified that for minor "infractions" I would be "disciplined" with a paddle, at her discretion. She would continue to smoke her cigars, which she enjoys immensely both for their flavor and for the womanly power they make her feel, and I would build her a custom humidor in which to store them. And she would smoke them in front of whomever she pleased, including my family. In return, I would get (and more importantly, give) great sex when Deb was so inclined, and I would be permitted to survive financially. "No one will know, right Deb?" I pleaded. This is really demeaning and I couldn't live if everybody knew about all this. "Well, almost no one will be told. The other ladies in the neighborhood will know, of course, and their husbands." "What do you mean?" "I didn't think this one up by myself. They all have similar contracts. Carol is a lot smarter than you thought." She took another self-satisfied puff on her Cohiba. She really did seem to enjoy the cigars. *** To be continued Debbie's Awakening Ch. 02 Two weeks later... Debbie and I were relaxing one night on the patio. I had just served her an espresso and she lit a Montecristo Number 2 with her new Zippo lighter. After a deep drag, she said to me "thank you dear, the dinner was wonderful tonight." I had to agree--the grilled salmon had turned out very well and the side dishes had complemented the main course. I was proud of myself. We had settled in to our new arrangement and I was quite content. Deb had not abused her new power over me. On the contrary, she had been very nice,and we had engaged in multiple lovemaking sessions every day since the contracts had been signed. She told me more than once, "see how nice things can be if you do the right thing. As long as you're a good boy, you'll be a happy one." There was nothing for me to complain about. She smoked her two cigars a day, which continued to have the same effect on me--I knew now that it always would, and that I officially had a smoking fetish. I was secretly hoping that she would one day smoke a cigar while we had sex--that would be the ultimate. But she didn't seem to want to, and I wasn't about to say anything that might get me on her bad side. "Bernice called me today, Jay. She wants to get together this weekend. I suggested we drive out to Vegas on Saturday and spend the night at the Borgata. We'll have a nice dinner and then we can either catch a show or do some gambling, and then stay overnight." We hadn't seen Bernice, Debbie's college roommate, for a couple of months. She lived about 50 miles away, and we tried to do something together whenever we got the chance. Her husband Gus and I always got along, although we're different types of guys, me being more reserved and introverted, Gus the exact opposite. He's very gregarious and quite a bit macho, in the old Italian style, and he's a lot of fun to be around. Bernice was always a shy girl who loved nothing more than to curl up with a good novel. I always wondered how the two of them had ever gotten together, but they seemed to be still in love after 15 years of marriage and two kids. "Sure, sounds good to me." And then I remembered. "Uh, Deb..." "I know what you're thinking Jay--sometimes you're so transparent. Don't worry, I won't tell them about our little arrangement. Honestly, I don't think they could handle it", Deb laughed. "And neither could I" was what I said to myself. *** When Saturday afternoon arrived, we took the Honda to Las Vegas. We had decided to meet Gus and Bernice at the Filazio Restaurant for dinner before heading over to the casino. Not having been able to get tickets to a good show on such late notice, we planned on spending the night gambling. We arrived almost simultaneously and, with lots of hugs and small talk, we waited until we were seated at our table. Gus and I ordered steak dinners and Bernice and Debbie ordered seafood. Deb then changed her mind and decided to have steak too. The meal was excellent and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves with a couple of bottles of fine wine. We then decided to skip dessert and have our coffee. Gus asked me if I still enjoyed the occasional cigar. I started to feel a twinge of anxiety, but said simply, "sure, once in a while." Gus winked. "I scored some cubans buddy. Really good and really big--they're Partagas, which I had never had before. They're really, really good. I think they're the brand Arnold smokes. Want one?" I nervously glanced at Debbie, who had a look of amusement on her face. I think she was enjoying my discomfiture. Las Vegas is one of the few places left on earth where one can smoke in peace in a restaurant after a fine meal. It's one of the attractions of the city for many people. "Do you mind if we smoke, ladies?," Gus asked in a mock-chivalrous tone of voice. "Do you mind if I join you?" said Deb. "Absolutely. You ladies feel free to sit here with us if you want to," said Gus. But it might take a bit of time to smoke these big boys" he chuckled. "No Gus," said Deb. "I meant would you mind if I had one of the cigars." Gus laughed uproariously. "Yeah, sure babe, you can have one." Deb reached out her hand to take a cigar and Gus stammered, "You're serious?!" "Serious," she replied. "Debbie!" Now it was Bernice's turn. "I know it's trendy nowadays for some women to smoke cigars, but you?! When did this start?" "It's not very feminine," chipped in Gus. You're a lady, Deb. You don't need to do that." I wanted to crawl under the table. Deb explained that she wasn't trying to be trendy, but that friends had introduced her to the pleasures of fine cigars and she really liked them. "It's not like I'm smoking two packs of cigarettes a day. Moderate cigar smoking won't give me cancer. It's relaxing and it's fun, and, now that I've discovered them, I'm not going to stop. I love cigars , maybe even more than you do Gus. And Bernice, you might find that you like them too if you got past stereotyping them as "for men only." We're in Vegas--enjoy yourself. We won't tell anyone." "I could never," said Bernice. "That's right" said Gus. Over my dead body will my wife smoke cigars. What's the world coming to? Women getting tattoos. And smoking cigars. Women's lib went too far, in my opinion. What's next—the man doing the wash while the woman watches football with the girls?!" He laughed heartily at the absurdity. I didn't know what to expect from Debbie at this point, but she said nothing. She smiled, but I couldn't tell if she was pissed off or just amused. Probably both. The three of us lit our cigars and we all had our coffee. Deb also sipped a snifter of Kahlua, which she said enhances the cigar and coffee tastes. Bernice kept asking Debbie what smoking cigars was like. Wasn't she embarrassed smoking a big cigar right there in public? Debbie said, "I think you'll notice that I'm not the only woman in this city smoking a cigar. It's not a big deal." And, sure enough, except for a few discreet glances, no one seemed to be taking any particular notice of her cigar smoking. This was, after all, Las Vegas. When Gus excused himself to use the men's room, Bernice asked Deb if she could try "just a little puff." She daintily took the cigar and took a small drag. Grimacing, she handed it right back. "I don't think I like it," she said, perhaps a bit too emphatically. Deb replied, "That's all right, I didn't really like my first couple of puffs either. I got used to it quickly though. If you ever want to try again, just let me know. We'll make a cigar aficionada out of you yet." "I don't know if I ever could" blushed Bernice. "And please don't say anything to Gus." "We won't." Gus returned momentarily and we finished up our smokes and got ready to head to the Borgata. "I still don't believe you Deb," Gus guffawed. But I have to admit, you looked hot smoking that thing." "Thanks Gus, I take that as a compliment." Bernice lifted her eyebrows at that last statement, but said nothing. "If you only knew, Gus, if you only knew" I thought. Debbie simply smiled. *** At the Borgata, we started out at the slots, but that quickly got boring for me. I like blackjack and said I was heading over there. Gus wanted to play craps, and the ladies decided to stroll around the casino, promising to meet up later in the blackjack area. For most of the night, my luck wasn't very good. I had allotted myself two hundred dollars to play with, and within two hours, it was almost gone. I was ready to quit when I saw Debbie and Bernice enter the room. They sat with me at the table and joined the game. All eyes were on Deb as she requested an Ashton double corona and had it lit. She ostentatiously dangled her cigar from her lips as she picked up her cards. It was kind of fun knowing that my wife had a lot of the men at the table (including me) standing at attention, as it were. She placed her bet and it was soon apparent that it was going to be a winning night for her. Deb and Bernice were already a bit tipsy and they ordered martinis. After Deb won a few more hands, they ordered another round. I had lost what I planned to spend that night, so I withdrew from the game. That gave me the opportunity to concentrate on my beautiful wife smoking her big cigar as she won hand after hand. When her winnings hit $5000, she insisted to Bernice that she thought she should help her celebrate by having a cigar and a glass of champagne with her. She was really egging her on. Bernice, at this point quite inebriated, said, "Why not, what the hell," and requested her own stick. "Make it big, like hers," she laughed. "I like the thick ones." We all laughed. "Holy fucking shit," I silently mouthed. I didn't know exactly what would happen when Gus got back, but I was not optimistic. My suspicions were confirmed in less than ten minutes. Gus got one look at the big cigar in Bernice's mouth and practically exploded. "You look like some two-bit slut," he screamed. The sudden quiet was deafening. As security approached, I told them that I would handle Gus, that he wouldn't start any trouble. Calm down Gus, I think you're over-reacting," I said. "It's only a cigar." "We have two teenage daughters. What would they think if they saw their mother acting like a pig?" "Gus, that's your wife and my friend, and you need to take a chill pill. Knock it off right now." With that, he stormed out. By this time, the cigars were out and Bernice was crying. "I don't understand. I won't ever do it again if it makes him unhappy. Why would he say those things about me?" "Madonna and whore." We both turned to look at Debbie. "What," I asked. "Madonna and whore. That's the way guys like Gus view women. They want to be excited and turned on by the 'bad girls', but they want their wives to be the pure virgins. He's being an asshole, in my opinion. He lives in the last century. "He's not like that," Bernice insisted. "Whatever. You can stay in our room tonight if he doesn't come back. I want to say a few things to you and right now I'm too drunk to say them right. We can talk about this some other day. He has no right to act like that though, and you shouldn't put up with that shit from any male. Let's go upstairs to our room." And we did. Deb and I slept in the one bed and Bernice in the other. Gus never did show up. Whatever I had hoped would be happening that night between Deb and me would have to wait for another day. *** The next morning, Gus showed up while we were having breakfast. He was uncharacteristically reserved. "I want to apologize to all of you about last night." "Apology accepted from Jay and me," replied Deb. Bernice said "We'll talk later Gus. I'm sorry too. I got carried away and didn't realize that I was not behaving like a lady." "I guess I'm not a lady either?" replied Deb. She wasn't smiling. No, that's not what I meant Debbie..." "Let's just finish our breakfast and not talk about this anymore" I said. "Life is too short." Soon, it seemed that all the discord had miraculously disappeared. When we got up to leave, Gus took Bernice aside and they whispered together for a few minutes. They then kissed. "Looks like everything's OK again," I said. Yeah, right" was all that Deb had to say. *** We arrived home on Sunday afternoon and unpacked. Debbie had been quiet for most of the ride home, lost in thought. I knew she had something on her mind and that I would soon hear about whatever it was. It didn't take long. "That really bugged me last night," she began. "How could she let that bastard treat her like she was a kid? That's the gist of what's wrong with male dominance in this society. Women are brainwashed from the time we're little kids to fit into these strait-jacketed roles and men are taught that they're the patriarchs or some shit. Fuck that. I am so glad that we're beyond all that. Women need to learn to say exactly what they want and then take control. It worked for me, it worked for our neighbors, and I wish every woman could realize her own inner power." I replied, "It works for us, but it might not be for everyone." "We still have a ways to go," she said. "What do you mean? I've done everything that we agreed to." Yes, you have. But you still have more to learn too. Like how to really please a woman. This woman anyway. As long as we're being honest with each other, I'm going to take the final step and teach you how to fulfill me in ways that are still not perfect." I was deflated. Every guy likes to think he's a great lover, and I was no exception. I had never had any complaints from any woman who I'd been with. What the fuck! "Relax Jay. It's not what you think. You're actually a good lover, and you're nice and thick where it counts. Let's just say that you have the right equipment and the right attitude. I'm just going to take you to the next level. Honesty and openness are the names of the game in sex as well as in life. You're going to tell me exactly what you like and I'm going to show you what I like. You go first." "Well...I guess you're right. You've always been attractive to me, but I have to admit that I'm almost addicted to your new...um, persona. And the cigars really turn me on. I could go all night just thinking about it." "It's not all about going all night, although that's a good start," she replied. "What else do you like?" "I guess I like you being in charge. And I like the cigars... I'm repeating myself. My ultimate fantasy would be for you to treat me like your bitch when we fuck. And I really want you to smoke a cigar the entire time." "Hmm. I see. All right, Jay, get upstairs. Now. And don't take your clothes off. In the bedroom, Debbie seemed to be transformed yet again. She spoke with even more authority and told me exactly what she wanted to do, each step of the way. She lounged on our divan and told me to bring the humidor while she disrobed. I did so and she selected the largest cigar in the box, a Jereboam. I cut it and toasted the end for her, and she then brought it to life, huge plumes of smoke drifting upward. I started to undress. "Did I tell you to take tour clothes off bitch?" "No, but I thought..." "I'll do the thinking. And in this room, you'll call me "Mistress" until I say otherwise. I put my pants back on and waited. "Mistress" smoked silently for a few moments while I felt ready to burst. "Get on your knees bitch." "OK." "That would be "Yes Mistress." "Yes, Mistress." "That's better. I want you to very slowly begin licking me, beginning with my toes. Don't slobber. And don't even think about touching yourself." "Yes Mistress." I did everything as she instructed, working my tongue slowly from her toes to her ankles to her legs. Deb gave instructions and continued to smoke the cigar. I worked my way up to her vagina, which was already wet, and she told me to stop. "Now take your pants off." "Yes Mistress." She beheld my erect member and told me "Put it in. From behind." I was surprised at this, expecting a little more foreplay, but I did as she ordered. I had thrusted only a couple of times when she told me to withdraw. This was excruciating, but I did so. "Get back on your knees. That was just to get a taste. I want you to lick my pussy while you play with my clit with your thumb." I started to do as she asked and she stopped me almost immediately. "Do you think that's a fucking button? I want very gentle pressure around the clit. I don't want to be poked. Take tour tongue and lick everywhere around my clit without directly putting pressure on it. Then do the same with your thumb while you move your tongue as far inside me as you can." Cigar smoke blew into my face and I coughed. "Don't cough again bitch. It breaks my concentration." "OK." "What did I tell you? You will address me as 'Mistress'. OK, get up. Lean over the bed and close your eyes. You will listen to what I say." I leaned over the bed, not knowing what to expect, but very excited. She then rose and walked away. She quickly returned, saying "This is what happens when you don't obey. I saw you touch yourself without my permission." The next thing I knew I felt a sharp sting as she spanked me with the paddle she had bought, but had not yet used. It hurt, but I also felt even more turned on, if that were possible. After a couple more whacks, she told me to return to my knees. "Yes mistress." We resumed where we had left off, and Deb taught me, in every way, exactly what she liked. Every time I looked up at that cigar in her mouth I thought I would come, but she made clear that I was to restrain myself until she was ready. It was at least thirty minutes before she allowed me to enter her again. Almost immediately, she made me pull out again. This seemed to be a turn-on for her, and it was prolonging the pleasure in a way I could not have anticipated. It reminded me, in a weird way, of classical music, in which the inevitable climax is postponed and postponed, so that when it finally happens, the effect is much greater. Finally, she was ready. She placed the cigar in her mouth and puffed wildly, saying "Fuck me now. Don't stop this time." Entering her again, I didn't last very long. It was impossible. But the amazing thing was that I never went down. I had just exploded and yet, I was able to continue. The cigar smoke I was breathing, the thought of her being in complete control of me, and the sight of the Jereboam between her lips were all I needed. It was ironic, but by completely surrendering to her power, I had discovered my own. We went on, non-stop, for what seemed like hours, until we were both exhausted. As we lay on the bed, Deb joked, "I guess we should have a cigarette after all that." We both laughed. The last thing I remember before falling into dreamland was Deb saying, as she finished another cigar, I can't wait to straighten out Bernice. As I said, honesty is the best policy." Debbie's Awakening Ch. 03 It's now been several years since Debby and I entered our new arrangement and it has worked out very well for us. Deb is in charge and I am still delighted to be her slave. Having a cigar-smoking, dominant woman for a wife was not something I ever would have dreamt that I wanted, but sometimes life takes us down paths that we never would have expected. We still have our parties with the neighbors and all of the guys know our roles. Our wives openly smoke cigars and we follow their orders. I truly feel as if I will never fall out of love. The only thing that ever seemed to get Debbie angry was what she called the "unfinished business" with Gus and Bernice. Every time that the subject of our Las Vegas escapade came up, I could see how angry Deb still remained that her good friend was treated like she was a maid. One day, Deb announced that she had decided to do something about it. Lighting a Fuente double corona, she told me her plan. Bernice and Gus were now, temporally, empty nesters. Their girls were both now living at college. Now was the time, Deb informed me, to liberate Bernice from Gus's tyranny. "Deb, I really think that what works for us is not for everyone. Bernice is a lot less assertive than you, and Gus will never change." "That," Debbie replied, while slowly exhaling her smoke, "is not true. Bernice simply needs to know who she really is. She needs to be taught the power that is inherent in every woman." "But what about Gus?" I replied. "He will never let her be a woman like you." "Jay, Jay. Will you never learn? Gus will eventually be brought under control. The only thing he will get to decide is how difficult the process will be for him." She walked over to me and blew a plume of cigar smoke in my face. I immediately stiffened and it did not escape Debbie's notice. "You boys are all the same. You just need good women to set you straight." The following day, Deb called Bernice to make arrangements for a visit. I wasn't home at the time, but she told me that the conversation had gone well and that Gus and Bernice would be coming for a week-long visit in another two months. I didn't know what to think of this or of how it would unfold, but, by this point, I was pretty much confident that what Debbie wanted, Debbie got. It was inevitable. *** We picked up Gus and Bernice at the airport and it was like old times again. Gus, as usual, dominated the conversation, and Bernice laughed, a bit embarrassed, at his bad jokes. Debbie, to my surprise, didn't say anything negative about this and we had a relatively pleasant drive to our home. When we arrived, we brought in their bags, got them settled in, and we decided to go to a local bar for a simple dinner. At the bar, we ordered steak sandwiches with cheese and some fries along with some beers. We ate and drank and, when we finished, Debbie pulled out her small travel humidor and offered a cigar to Gus. "These cigars are very good, Gus. Romeo y Julietas that my friend Carol managed to score during her vacation in Spain." "You're still doing the women's lib thing Deb?" I can't believe Jay puts up with you, he guffawed." He gladly accepted the cigar though. And Debbie gave him a light and then ignited her own cigar. "Actually, Gus, calling it 'women's lib' is a bit old fashioned. Lots of women now realize that we're at least the equal of men, and it is certainly our right to smoke cigars if we so choose. And I think that, if you're honest, you would have to admit that you think it's hot." Bernice laughed nervously. "We've been down this road before, Debbie. We're just going to have to agree to disagree on this point." Debbie smiled as she softly blew her cigar smoke in Gus's direction. She noticed that Gus had had a "reaction" to her supreme confidence and to her cigar. She clasped it between her lips, took another puff, and announced, "Sure Bernice." Gus was uncharacteristically quiet, knowing that Debbie was aware of his bulge, and he certainly did not want Bernice to notice it. The next day, we were to attend one of our neighborhood parties, this time at Carol's house. I was quite nervous about this, totally unsure of how things would play out. Would Gus embarrass himself again? How would Carol and the other ladies handle him? These thoughts played out in my head as we walked down the street. Oh well. "Whatever will happen will happen," I thought. As we entered the house, Sal and Jack greeted us at the entrance. We made our introductions and Stan arrived at the door. "It's a pleasure to meet you two," he said, and ushered us in to the parlor to meet the other guests. We sipped our cocktails and I watched a bit apprehensively as Gus did his thing. Carol and the other ladies all seemed to have a bemused look on their faces, as if they had already known what to expect and that they would deal with it when the time was right. Stan told me, Gus, and the other guys that it was time for the men to head out to the kitchen. As we entered the kitchen and started to do our tasks, Gus was a bit startled. "Whoa, guys. Do you mean that we serve the ladies while they do nothing but sit around and be waited on?" "They're not just sitting around, Gus," Sal replied. "Enjoy yourself. I think you'll have a good time if you try." When we got to the living room, Gus had the look of a man in shock. Every woman in the room was puffing on good Cuban cigars as they chatted amiably. Including Bernice! I was afraid that this was not going to turn out well, but this time, Gus did not go apeshit on his wife. I could tell that he didn't like it, but he restrained himself. Bernice seemed to be transformed into another person. She dangled her cigar, smiling confidently, as if she were a pro at this. Gus seemed to be truly amazed that a world like this existed. I was too. When Bernice went to him and seductively blew a plume of cigar smoke in his face, it became clear that he was now getting really uncomfortable. "I think we have to leave," he told his wife. Bernice laughed as she took another drag from her cigar and said, "I'm having too much fun to leave Gus. We can stay." Gus, to my utter surprise, said nothing. He sat, a bit sullenly, for the rest of the party, but he never exploded. "I guess people can change," I thought. Finally the party came to an end and we returned home. Now Gus began to let loose. "Now I see what's going on Debby. Your little group of friends are feminazis trying to be the men. Now I see what was going on in Las Vegas. It's like a perversion of nature. We're friends for a long time now, but I really can't abide this shit." Debbie lit a petite corona and smiled at him. "Relax, Gus. Ladies enjoying cigars is the new normal. It's fun and it's sexy." Gus was about to react when Debbie fixed her gaze on his crotch. Gus knew that she knew. And Bernice also saw what was happening. "Let's have an honest discussion, Gus," Debbie said. "Friends to friends." Gus began to stammer, but Bernice interrupted. "Dear, I really think that women smoking cigars is totally appropriate. Many women do it now. You would be surprised. And I think you would have to agree that it is rather sexy." "I don't want my wife to be looked at by other men that way. OK, I'll admit that it's hot, but I don't want you doing it. Especially in public. What would your daughters think?" Bernice smiled and asked Debbie if she could use her laptop. Gus responded, "What are you doing? If you're just going to show me women on the Internet smoking cigars, that doesn't prove anything. I could show you a million things online, but that wouldn't make everything normal." "I think you're in for a surprise, my love," Bernice answered. Bernice logged in to her Facebook page and, a few mouse clicks later, found what she was looking for. "I was afraid to show you these dear, but I think now is the time." Debbie glanced at me, took another drag from her cigar, and raised her eyebrows. She didn't know where this was going either. "Look at these pictures Gus." Gus's jaw dropped in shock. There were his 18- and 19-year-old daughters, large cigars dangling from their lips, apparently members of a cigar society at their university. There were many other girls in the pictures, also enjoying cigars. Gus couldn't believe it. "It's all the rage with the young people, Gus. Your daughters are cigar smokers now, just like their father. You should be proud of them. Do you still think it's slutty for girls to smoke cigars?" Debbie broke the silence that followed Bernice's revelation. "How about a nightcap guys? I'll grab some Scotch and some Cubans and we can chill." "No thanks Deb, all of this is a bit much for me to take in," Gus replied. "I'll take you up on your offer," replied Bernice. "Which offer, Bernice, the Scotch or the cigar?" "Both, please. And make the cigar a big one and the Scotch a double." Gus didn't even protest. He just sat there. The ladies lit their cigars and smoked silently. They walked away for a few minutes and when they came back, cigars dangling, they both had mischievous looks on their faces. I knew they were up to something, but I didn't have a clue what. Gus was still sitting there morosely, when Debbie walked over to him and sat on his lap. Gus was clearly startled but didn't say anything. Debbie took a deep drag on her cigar and blew the smoke into Gus's face. It apparently had the intended effect, because Debbie said, "I see I've given rise to a little something, wouldn't you say Gus?" The scene was repeated a moment later, only this time it was Bernice attending to me. When she blew her smoke into my face, I instantly wanted her, but I wasn't sure if that was Deb's intent. Bernice clasped her cigar in her mouth as Debbie nodded to me. She then took another puff of the cigar and kissed Gus on the mouth, blowing smoke into it. "We're going to have some fun Gus. Take off your pants." Gus was clearly aroused and I knew he wanted Debbie, but he was also hesitant about how he felt about his wife being with me. Thank the gods for alcohol! His inhibitions were clearly diminished. Bernice chimed in. "Admit it Gus. You're as horny as you've been in years. This is the kind of spice that can make us the kind of couple we used to be." Bernice put her cigar to her lips and puffed a few times, then kissed me, releasing the smoke into my mouth. Cigar in mouth, Debbie led Gus to the bedroom. "You're going to have the time of your life Gus." As they walked away, Bernice unzipped my pants. "For a guy who's not too big, that dick is pretty amazing. I think I know what to do with it." She blew some smoke onto my penis and then took it into her mouth. I immediately stopped her and told her that we could probably go a little slower. At that moment, we heard Deb's voice, calling us to the bedroom. When we arrived, Deb stood in the doorway, her Cuban still smoldering in her mouth. "Check this out, guys," she said. Bernice and I were startled to see Gus, completely naked, handcuffed to the bedpost of our extremely large bed with his feet bound and his mouth gagged. He was obviously extremely aroused, but there was a glimmer of panic in his eyes. "How did you get him to do that?" asked Bernice. "When their cocks are hard, they'll do anything," said Debbie. "It was child's play." Debbie then turned her attention to Gus. "You're going to get an education Gus. You got me very pissed off back in Las Vegas and I know you apologized, but you still believe that you're the boss of your little wife. You still think that you can keep her in her place while you do as you please. Well, we're going to show you that that isn't true anymore and that, in the end, you're going to like the changes we are making. And you're going to get, if you are a good boy, the best sex of your life." With that she blew another plume of cigar smoke into his face. This was getting me extremely aroused and the thought that I was possibly soon to be cuckolded somehow made me even more horny. Bernice interrupted me and told me that she wanted Gus to watch me fuck her while she smoked her cigar. Debbie agreed and came over and gave Bernice a huge smoky kiss. "We're going to have a blast, dears. Bernice, take these cuffs and fasten Jay to the other end of the bed." "Debbie, this is a bit too much . . ." "Remember how I am to be addressed or you will pay the price." She put the cigar back to her lips. "Yes, mistress." "Wow, this is amazing Debbie" said Bernice. "You ladies around here sure know what you're doing." "And you will too Bernice. I want you to look over some contracts that Gus will be signing shortly. Deb and Bernice laughed heartily as they vamped it up with their cigars and Bernice bound me to the bed. It was a bit humiliating that Gus and I could not escape seeing each other, but by this time I knew that Debbie had everything worked out and that there was nothing I could do. Gus was a little less enthused, especially when Deb retrieved a strap-on from her "pleasure chest." "Just in case you don't cooperate, Gus, you're fucked." To be continued.